These were quite possibly the worst directions he had ever seen in his entire life. He stood at a crossroads staring down at the paper in his hands. Why couldn’t they have given him real directions like turn right here, walk this many blocks, or give street names? Why was everything about landmarks that he didn’t have an inkling about?
Hm… Right. Suga turned right and began walking down the street, but stopped. Looking down at the paper and then at his surroundings, he turned around. This doesn’t seem right. Maybe I should have gone left instead. He reached the crossroads again and this time went in the direction he thought he should have.
Definitely should have gone left. He said after he looked around, but as he glanced back down at the directions he’d been given, he stopped. He should have found the small store by now. With a sigh, he walked all the way back to the intersection. Crossing his arms, he glared in all four directions. “Should I go straight?” He took a step forward and stopped.
The paper in his hands was useless, but he kept looking at it. If only he’d been given clear and reasonable directions from the Nekoma captain. “Maybe I should just start over?” He turned in the direction he had originally come from.
“Need some help?” A voice asked behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Suga’s eyes fell on another high school student. He felt himself staring, but really… it was hard not to with the confidence the other was exuding. The fact that he was very attractive didn’t help Suga much, especially with his brown hair and his eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. “You look a little lost.” The brunet said to him. Suga looked at his clothes and internally cringed. Well, at least he was pretty.
Glancing down at the piece of paper in his hands, he figured he might as well ask for help. “Yeah, actually,” Suga walked over to the stranger. “I’m trying to find my way to Nekoma.”
“Nekoma High?” The stranger asked, blinking in surprise.
Suga nodded. “I have these directions,” he handed the piece of paper over, “but it doesn’t make any sense to me.”
He noticed the other’s shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back laughter. “Man, the person that wrote this must really hate you,” he grinned, and Suga felt his breath catch in his throat. This guy really was very attractive. “I’m from here and I’m even having a hard time understanding this.”
Suga sighed in defeat. “So you can’t help me get there?”
“Well…” He trailed off. “You’re basically going in the completely wrong direction.” Suga groaned. It was no wonder the directions had become so difficult to figure out. “I would write down how to get there, but I don’t know the specifics.”
Reaching for the paper, Suga kindly asked for it back. “That’s okay. Thank you for at least telling me that much.” The stranger didn’t return the directions. “I’m sure I can figure out my way,” he tried to convince the other that he was fine even though he was sure he was just going to get lost again. “I can always call someone to help me.”
He felt a little unnerved when the person was watching him with serious eyes. “If the person couldn’t even write down the directions correctly, you really think they’re going to be able to explain them?”
Suga thought of Kuroo trying to explain to him how to return to Nekoma. “No, but-”
“I know the way back, so I’ll take you there.” The stranger grinned and Suga felt his heartbeat speed up at the thought of just walking somewhere with this person.
“No,” he tried to grab the paper forcefully, but the other was too quick and held it out of reach. “I can’t ask something like that from someone I don’t even know.” He said seriously, hoping his glare would dissuade the person.
The grin turned into a smirk. His glare obviously had the opposite effect. “Well, if that’s the only problem…” Suga looked at him confused. “Miyuki Kazuya,” he held out his hand for Suga to take. “I’m from Seido High School. You can call me Miyuki.”
Staring at the hand in front of him, Suga tried to decide if it was a good idea to follow Miyuki. He knew this person was probably his only chance at getting back to his teammates, but Miyuki seemed a bit… mischievous? Mysterious? Was that the word he was looking for? Could he really be choosy at this point though? He was completely lost.
Taking the hand, he gave it a small shake. “Sugawara Koushi from Karasuno High. Suga is fine.” He gave a small smile.
“Nice to meet you, Suga-san.” Miyuki dropped his hand and gave a small smile as he began to walk in the direction that Nekoma apparently was.
Suga followed his steps. “Likewise, Miyuki-san,” he said but noticed the slight flinch from Miyuki’s otherwise calm exterior.
“Just Miyuki is fine,” his voice was tense.
“Okay then Miyuki… kun?” Suga asked carefully.
A slight smirk found it’s way across the Miyuki’s face. “Better.” There was a short span of silence. “So where’s Karasuno from?” He asked curiously when they made a right, walking by a few houses on the way. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of it before.”
“Ah…” Suga sighed slightly. “That’s probably because we’re from Miyagi.” It didn’t help that they weren’t a big school or well known for anything, so it didn’t surprise him that Miyuki had never heard of it. He did, however, remember hearing about Seido at least a few times when he was younger.
“Miyagi?” Miyuki looked at him in slight surprise as they made a left. “What are you doing at Nekoma? That’s not a short drive.”
Suga smiled slightly. “They’re hosting a volleyball training camp, and they invited us.” Another right.
“Heh…” Miyuki rose a perfect eyebrow at him. “So you play volleyball?”
He nodded a bit in response. “Yup.” Silence fell over them as they walked, and Suga let his eyes wander around. They made a few more turns. Two rights? Or was there a left in there as well? How long had they been walking now?
Glancing back at Miyuki, Suga noticed he kept his eyes trained in front of him. Suga decided to use this time to look over his guide. Miyuki was taller, and definitely more muscular than he was. He was wearing a shortsleeved shirt which allowed Suga to really see how defined his body was. Even his calf muscles were extraordinary.
“You play sports?” Suga asked curiously. There was no way someone built like this didn’t partake in some sort of sport or activity. He even wondered if there was an ounce of fat on Miyuki’s body.
“Hm?” Miyuki blinked and looked over at him. “Oh, yeah. Baseball.”
Baseball… Suga frowned. He didn’t know much about the sport aside from the basics. “What position?” He asked curiously wondering if he would know. He only remembered a few of the names.
Miyuki grinned a little. “Catcher.” Suga smiled a little in return. He actually knew that position. “What about you, Suga-san?” Miyuki glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh… Setter,” Suga felt a little embarrassed for some reason and looked away quickly.
Miyuki hummed a little in thought. “So… similar to a catcher then.” Suga looked back to Miyuki confused. “Both positions basically set up the plays for their team.” He nodded in understanding.
“Have you ever played volleyball?” Suga asked but frowned when Miyuki laughed. “What?”
Miyuki waved a hand, dismissing the idea. “I know of it, but playing... no way.” Suga smiled a little. “What about you? Have you ever played baseball?” This time Suga laughed at the question. “Hm… let me guess... Couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn?”
Suga laughed even harder. “Nope!” He grinned at Miyuki. “Well, I mean I wasn’t great at hitting, but I couldn’t catch… at all.” He emphasized his point, making the other laugh a little. It was interesting to hear, a bit comical actually. “I always came home with bruises because the ball never ended up in my glove as a kid. The day I came home with a black eye was the last day I played baseball.”
“Wow,” Miyuki snorted. “That is pretty bad.”
Suga chuckled. “Don’t remind me. At least I’m better at volleyball than I am baseball.”
“I would hope so seeing that you’re here is Tokyo,” Miyuki smiled at him. They made another right, and Miyuki stopped walking. “Here we are.”
Suga looked up and noticed that they’d already found their way to the school. “Wow, that was fast!” He exclaimed.
“Well…” Miyuki chuckled a bit probably because of how happy he was to be back. “It helps when you actually know where you’re going.”
Smiling, Suga turned back to his guide. “Thanks, Miyuki-kun.” He blinked when Miyuki held out the piece of paper that had Kuroo’s directions on it. He took it, surprised that the other was finally relinquishing his hold on it. “Now you give it back?” He asked, a mixture of teasing and confusion.
A smirk danced across Miyuki’s pretty face. “Just in case you need directions again.” Suga laughed a little and shook his head at how ridiculous he sounded. “Well, I better head back to Seido.”
Suga stared in shock. “I am so sorry!” He bowed to Miyuki. “I hope I didn’t cause you to miss anything important.”
“Oh, I was in no rush to get back there, don’t worry.” Suga straightened and sighed in relief. “It was nice talking with you, Suga-san.” Miyuki smiled at him and Suga returned it.
“Yeah,” he gave a small nod in response.
Miyuki gave a small wave as he turned to leave. “Good luck with the training camp.” He smiled as he walked away.
Suga smiled brightly. “Thanks, Miyuki-kun!” He called after the other and then turned to walk toward Nekoma’s gym.
He looked at the paper in his hands. These directions were absolutely worthless. How would they ever help him get anywhere? Walking past a trashcan, he went to throw away the piece of paper, but stopped when he noticed writing that didn’t belong to Kuroo. Flipping it opened, he laughed. Miyuki had written his number on the inside.
He pocketed the piece of paper. “Just in case I need directions again,” he nodded with a grin.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G
These were quite possibly the worst directions he had ever seen in his entire life. He stood at a crossroads staring down at the paper in his hands. Why couldn’t they have given him real directions like turn right here, walk this many blocks, or give street names? Why was everything about landmarks that he didn’t have an inkling about?
Hm… Right. Suga turned right and began walking down the street, but stopped. Looking down at the paper and then at his surroundings, he turned around. This doesn’t seem right. Maybe I should have gone left instead. He reached the crossroads again and this time went in the direction he thought he should have.
Definitely should have gone left. He said after he looked around, but as he glanced back down at the directions he’d been given, he stopped. He should have found the small store by now. With a sigh, he walked all the way back to the intersection. Crossing his arms, he glared in all four directions. “Should I go straight?” He took a step forward and stopped.
The paper in his hands was useless, but he kept looking at it. If only he’d been given clear and reasonable directions from the Nekoma captain. “Maybe I should just start over?” He turned in the direction he had originally come from.
“Need some help?” A voice asked behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Suga’s eyes fell on another high school student. He felt himself staring, but really… it was hard not to with the confidence the other was exuding. The fact that he was very attractive didn’t help Suga much, especially with his brown hair and his eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. “You look a little lost.” The brunet said to him. Suga looked at his clothes and internally cringed. Well, at least he was pretty.
Glancing down at the piece of paper in his hands, he figured he might as well ask for help. “Yeah, actually,” Suga walked over to the stranger. “I’m trying to find my way to Nekoma.”
“Nekoma High?” The stranger asked, blinking in surprise.
Suga nodded. “I have these directions,” he handed the piece of paper over, “but it doesn’t make any sense to me.”
He noticed the other’s shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back laughter. “Man, the person that wrote this must really hate you,” he grinned, and Suga felt his breath catch in his throat. This guy really was very attractive. “I’m from here and I’m even having a hard time understanding this.”
Suga sighed in defeat. “So you can’t help me get there?”
“Well…” He trailed off. “You’re basically going in the completely wrong direction.” Suga groaned. It was no wonder the directions had become so difficult to figure out. “I would write down how to get there, but I don’t know the specifics.”
Reaching for the paper, Suga kindly asked for it back. “That’s okay. Thank you for at least telling me that much.” The stranger didn’t return the directions. “I’m sure I can figure out my way,” he tried to convince the other that he was fine even though he was sure he was just going to get lost again. “I can always call someone to help me.”
He felt a little unnerved when the person was watching him with serious eyes. “If the person couldn’t even write down the directions correctly, you really think they’re going to be able to explain them?”
Suga thought of Kuroo trying to explain to him how to return to Nekoma. “No, but-”
“I know the way back, so I’ll take you there.” The stranger grinned and Suga felt his heartbeat speed up at the thought of just walking somewhere with this person.
“No,” he tried to grab the paper forcefully, but the other was too quick and held it out of reach. “I can’t ask something like that from someone I don’t even know.” He said seriously, hoping his glare would dissuade the person.
The grin turned into a smirk. His glare obviously had the opposite effect. “Well, if that’s the only problem…” Suga looked at him confused. “Miyuki Kazuya,” he held out his hand for Suga to take. “I’m from Seido High School. You can call me Miyuki.”
Staring at the hand in front of him, Suga tried to decide if it was a good idea to follow Miyuki. He knew this person was probably his only chance at getting back to his teammates, but Miyuki seemed a bit… mischievous? Mysterious? Was that the word he was looking for? Could he really be choosy at this point though? He was completely lost.
Taking the hand, he gave it a small shake. “Sugawara Koushi from Karasuno High. Suga is fine.” He gave a small smile.
“Nice to meet you, Suga-san.” Miyuki dropped his hand and gave a small smile as he began to walk in the direction that Nekoma apparently was.
Suga followed his steps. “Likewise, Miyuki-san,” he said but noticed the slight flinch from Miyuki’s otherwise calm exterior.
“Just Miyuki is fine,” his voice was tense.
“Okay then Miyuki… kun?” Suga asked carefully.
A slight smirk found it’s way across the Miyuki’s face. “Better.” There was a short span of silence. “So where’s Karasuno from?” He asked curiously when they made a right, walking by a few houses on the way. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of it before.”
“Ah…” Suga sighed slightly. “That’s probably because we’re from Miyagi.” It didn’t help that they weren’t a big school or well known for anything, so it didn’t surprise him that Miyuki had never heard of it. He did, however, remember hearing about Seido at least a few times when he was younger.
“Miyagi?” Miyuki looked at him in slight surprise as they made a left. “What are you doing at Nekoma? That’s not a short drive.”
Suga smiled slightly. “They’re hosting a volleyball training camp, and they invited us.” Another right.
“Heh…” Miyuki rose a perfect eyebrow at him. “So you play volleyball?”
He nodded a bit in response. “Yup.” Silence fell over them as they walked, and Suga let his eyes wander around. They made a few more turns. Two rights? Or was there a left in there as well? How long had they been walking now?
Glancing back at Miyuki, Suga noticed he kept his eyes trained in front of him. Suga decided to use this time to look over his guide. Miyuki was taller, and definitely more muscular than he was. He was wearing a shortsleeved shirt which allowed Suga to really see how defined his body was. Even his calf muscles were extraordinary.
“You play sports?” Suga asked curiously. There was no way someone built like this didn’t partake in some sort of sport or activity. He even wondered if there was an ounce of fat on Miyuki’s body.
“Hm?” Miyuki blinked and looked over at him. “Oh, yeah. Baseball.”
Baseball… Suga frowned. He didn’t know much about the sport aside from the basics. “What position?” He asked curiously wondering if he would know. He only remembered a few of the names.
Miyuki grinned a little. “Catcher.” Suga smiled a little in return. He actually knew that position. “What about you, Suga-san?” Miyuki glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh… Setter,” Suga felt a little embarrassed for some reason and looked away quickly.
Miyuki hummed a little in thought. “So… similar to a catcher then.” Suga looked back to Miyuki confused. “Both positions basically set up the plays for their team.” He nodded in understanding.
“Have you ever played volleyball?” Suga asked but frowned when Miyuki laughed. “What?”
Miyuki waved a hand, dismissing the idea. “I know of it, but playing... no way.” Suga smiled a little. “What about you? Have you ever played baseball?” This time Suga laughed at the question. “Hm… let me guess... Couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn?”
Suga laughed even harder. “Nope!” He grinned at Miyuki. “Well, I mean I wasn’t great at hitting, but I couldn’t catch… at all.” He emphasized his point, making the other laugh a little. It was interesting to hear, a bit comical actually. “I always came home with bruises because the ball never ended up in my glove as a kid. The day I came home with a black eye was the last day I played baseball.”
“Wow,” Miyuki snorted. “That is pretty bad.”
Suga chuckled. “Don’t remind me. At least I’m better at volleyball than I am baseball.”
“I would hope so seeing that you’re here is Tokyo,” Miyuki smiled at him. They made another right, and Miyuki stopped walking. “Here we are.”
Suga looked up and noticed that they’d already found their way to the school. “Wow, that was fast!” He exclaimed.
“Well…” Miyuki chuckled a bit probably because of how happy he was to be back. “It helps when you actually know where you’re going.”
Smiling, Suga turned back to his guide. “Thanks, Miyuki-kun.” He blinked when Miyuki held out the piece of paper that had Kuroo’s directions on it. He took it, surprised that the other was finally relinquishing his hold on it. “Now you give it back?” He asked, a mixture of teasing and confusion.
A smirk danced across Miyuki’s pretty face. “Just in case you need directions again.” Suga laughed a little and shook his head at how ridiculous he sounded. “Well, I better head back to Seido.”
Suga stared in shock. “I am so sorry!” He bowed to Miyuki. “I hope I didn’t cause you to miss anything important.”
“Oh, I was in no rush to get back there, don’t worry.” Suga straightened and sighed in relief. “It was nice talking with you, Suga-san.” Miyuki smiled at him and Suga returned it.
“Yeah,” he gave a small nod in response.
Miyuki gave a small wave as he turned to leave. “Good luck with the training camp.” He smiled as he walked away.
Suga smiled brightly. “Thanks, Miyuki-kun!” He called after the other and then turned to walk toward Nekoma’s gym.
He looked at the paper in his hands. These directions were absolutely worthless. How would they ever help him get anywhere? Walking past a trashcan, he went to throw away the piece of paper, but stopped when he noticed writing that didn’t belong to Kuroo. Flipping it opened, he laughed. Miyuki had written his number on the inside.
He pocketed the piece of paper. “Just in case I need directions again,” he nodded with a grin.