no major content warnings; 432 words. i tried my best but how to write?? comedy??
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It had begun as a (rather serious, Daichi wants to argue) meeting of captains at the training camp. The breadth of their teams was amazing, really—two good Tokyo teams and the rest of them top schools in the countryside. While the third years had acclimated to each other quite quickly, Futakuchi was the youngest of them all and while impressive, was also quite a bit of a headache. Just not as much as Bokuto.
“From now on, we should use code names!” Bokuto suddenly pipes up. “We can’t really talk properly about stuff like this if our teammates are around to hear, and we can’t always gather like this.”
Daichi, Kuroo, and Futakuchi make a face; Oikawa stifles a laugh behind his hand; and Ushijima stays silent.
“You—You can address me as Avian One. Oikawa, code name, Former Pretty Boy—” Oikawa lets out a noise of protest before Bokuto continues, “—Futakuchi is Current Pretty Boy. Kuroo is Only Eight Lives Left. Ushijima, code name—If I Had To Pick a Cow. Daichi is Avian Two.”
“Thank god,” Daichi releases a breath in relief.
Futakuchi shoots Oikawa a winning smirk in the background while Oikawa narrows his eyes at him. Ushijima, looking absolutely lost in this entire scenario, merely blinks and raises a brow. Kuroo places his face in his hands and looks as if he’s in prayer until he suddenly raises his head. It makes Daichi curious; is Kuroo going to say something worth some semblance of wisdom?
“Bokuto,” Kuroo starts, his voice losing its usual playfulness. This is some of the most serious any of them have seen him be and all their breaths hitch. Everybody’s eyes are on him now. “…those code names are way too long and obvious.”
Daichi, with a silent prayer to whatever divine force exists up in the heavens, wonders where he’s gone wrong.
“I thought owls were supposed to be intelligent,” Futakuchi says before wrinkling his nose. “I have no problem with my code name personally, but they are mouthfuls to say.”
“I have a problem with mine!” Oikawa whines from the back, having stayed quiet for what they considered a good amount of time. “I’m still a pretty boy, though. My fans still attend my matches and Kenji-chan doesn’t even have fans!”
That starts a petty argument between Oikawa and Futakuchi about who was more handsome, which escalated to who was more attractive overall. Ushijima makes things worse by adding that Oikawa would’ve “perhaps been better had he gone to Shiratorizawa.”
This chaos ends forty minutes later, and Daichi’s never been happier to go to bed.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G.
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It had begun as a (rather serious, Daichi wants to argue) meeting of captains at the training camp. The breadth of their teams was amazing, really—two good Tokyo teams and the rest of them top schools in the countryside. While the third years had acclimated to each other quite quickly, Futakuchi was the youngest of them all and while impressive, was also quite a bit of a headache. Just not as much as Bokuto.
“From now on, we should use code names!” Bokuto suddenly pipes up. “We can’t really talk properly about stuff like this if our teammates are around to hear, and we can’t always gather like this.”
Daichi, Kuroo, and Futakuchi make a face; Oikawa stifles a laugh behind his hand; and Ushijima stays silent.
“You—You can address me as Avian One. Oikawa, code name, Former Pretty Boy—” Oikawa lets out a noise of protest before Bokuto continues, “—Futakuchi is Current Pretty Boy. Kuroo is Only Eight Lives Left. Ushijima, code name—If I Had To Pick a Cow. Daichi is Avian Two.”
“Thank god,” Daichi releases a breath in relief.
Futakuchi shoots Oikawa a winning smirk in the background while Oikawa narrows his eyes at him. Ushijima, looking absolutely lost in this entire scenario, merely blinks and raises a brow. Kuroo places his face in his hands and looks as if he’s in prayer until he suddenly raises his head. It makes Daichi curious; is Kuroo going to say something worth some semblance of wisdom?
“Bokuto,” Kuroo starts, his voice losing its usual playfulness. This is some of the most serious any of them have seen him be and all their breaths hitch. Everybody’s eyes are on him now. “…those code names are way too long and obvious.”
Daichi, with a silent prayer to whatever divine force exists up in the heavens, wonders where he’s gone wrong.
“I thought owls were supposed to be intelligent,” Futakuchi says before wrinkling his nose. “I have no problem with my code name personally, but they are mouthfuls to say.”
“I have a problem with mine!” Oikawa whines from the back, having stayed quiet for what they considered a good amount of time. “I’m still a pretty boy, though. My fans still attend my matches and Kenji-chan doesn’t even have fans!”
That starts a petty argument between Oikawa and Futakuchi about who was more handsome, which escalated to who was more attractive overall. Ushijima makes things worse by adding that Oikawa would’ve “perhaps been better had he gone to Shiratorizawa.”
This chaos ends forty minutes later, and Daichi’s never been happier to go to bed.