Untitled Part 42
Chapter Forty Two: Game On
Oikawa~
Wednesday evening had gone by with a flash of piled up homework and Thursday morning was quickly ushered in. There was a lot of unseen tension between Daichi and Suga, but Oikawa had agreed with Keiji that it was still too soon to approach their silver friend about the sudden breakup. Plus, he was more concerned with Hajime's strange and volatile mood.
Normally, he wouldn't care where the Alpha went in his spare time, but the confused and hostile scent he exuded after arriving home held Oikawa's curiosity. It was strange-- Hajime was always conscientious of his Alpha fragrance and bragged about his seemingly perfect control over it. Things got even more interesting when Oikawa had realized that the Alpha had been hanging around, not only Yuji, but also Bokuto-- teammates he rarely interacted with outside of volleyball.
And then there was the smell-- Hajime's fragrance had been soapy and clean from the very moment he walked back into the yellow house. Overly clean...like he was hiding something. Even the night's sex had been peculiar-- much more possessive and angry than normal.
Oikawa had tried to push the issue and find answers, but was met with the classic iron wall of Hajime feelings. That was how the entire night had progressed. Him verbally pushing, Hajime vocally shoving back.
He shook his head at the recollection, then hazarded a glance at the slumbering Alpha in question, sprawled out beneath a grey comforter next to him. He blew a stray piece of chestnut hair from his face and looked to the morning sun, streaming through the open windows. Maybe, he should just let the entire thing go. At least...until it wasn't as fresh it Hajime's mind. Then, he could pull out some much needed answers. He was never one to just let things slide.
With that thought in mind, he stretched up towards the ceiling and carefully shuffled out of the warm bed. Pulling on a white shirt and black cloth shorts, he stumbled over his stray backpack and cursed under his breath at his stubbed toe. Hajime's clean freak attitude held a bit of merit...just a bit.
When he stepped into the main floor, he was greeted with Shoyo's bouncing form-- yanking on a pair of black sneakers next to a very impatient Tobio, tapping his foot.
"Oikawa!" The ginger exclaimed, seemingly out of breath from his task. "You're up late!"
Oikawa gave his energized friend a skeptical look. "I don't have class until the afternoon, and my face hurts so I might skip anyways."
Tobio's face flickered with a subtle hint of protective anger, but it quickly dissipated as soon as it had arrived. "Hinata, hurry up. I have an exam."
Shoyo ignored Tobio's obvious irritation and continued to direct himself to Oikawa. "We'll see you at the gym tonight for volleyball?! I'm so excited!"
"Yes, yes," Oikawa affirmed as he waved a lazy hand in front of his chest. "Six, right?"
A giant figure popped out in front of a nearby front window, hitting the glass with an audible bang. Oikawa jumped up, startled by the sudden noise, then chuckled at both the source and Tobio's shocked face.
"DON'T BE LATE," Bokuto yelled through the translucent pane and jabbed a finger at the glass, leaving large fingerprints. "WE ONLY HAVE IT FOR THREE HOURS."
"Christ, Bokuto," Keiji drawled as he walked into the entryway from the blue kitchen. "I leave you alone for five minutes...can't you behave?"
"Your boyfriend is such a little shit disturber~~" Oikawa sarcastically remarked to his passing friend.
"He's not my..." Keiji started to reply, but trailed off with a classic eye roll. "Go to class. Don't be such a baby about your scar."
Oikawa pursed his lips and swatted at the icy Omega as he scrambled out the front door. "You little shit! You want a sympathy wound!? I'll give you one!"
"No thanks!" Keiji called back with a wave as he jogged across the yard. "And go to class!"
Bokuto gave Oikawa a sorry about him shrug, then ran across the green lawn to catch up with his Omega.
"Little bastard..." Oikawa huffed under his breath as he closed the door on Tobio and Shoyo. "I swear to christ. One of these days..."
A familiar, motherly voice chimed in as he shuffled on his feet towards the kitchen. "He's not that bad. At least he doesn't try to avoid talking about your scar, like everyone else does."
His gaze flickered past the turquoise couch and into the dining room, eyes searching for the owner of the voice. Suga was reading a newspaper while munching carelessly on a piece of jam toast at the oak dining table. His scent was plain, but Oikawa could smell the hidden turmoil beneath.
"Yeah, whatever," Oikawa remarked, knowing the nest mother was absolutely correct. He could get his arm hacked off arm and Keiji would chirp him about it as he was bleeding out on a sidewalk. "Don't you have class? What are you doing home?"
"Yeah..." Suga replied with a sweet smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I just...needed some time alone, so I'm skipping. I'm turning into such a bad student~~"
"Ah," Oikawa nodded as he casually slid into a vacant chair across from his friend. "Alone time in the house. Without Daichi. Got it."
Suga all but flinched at the name and Oikawa's heart tugged inside his chest. He knew very little of the reasons behind the sudden break up, but he could hazard a couple of pretty good guesses. The primary one being that Suga was, and always had been, absolutely stubborn in his ways. With that in mind, Oikawa couldn't help but feel bad for Daichi-- the most patient Alpha he had ever met could not measure up to such an impossible task-- Suga's determined nature.
"Is it just a bit of time apart. Or is it-"
"Permanent," Suga quickly finished the sentence, shifted uncomfortably in his chair, then gazed out the open back door-- hazel eyes lingering on the something unseen. "Definitely permanent."
"I see...guess you're not coming to volleyball, then? Not that Daichi's going to be there anyways..."
"No," Suga murmured, seemingly lost in thought. "I think I need some time alone. I'm going to the library, then gonna hit the hay early. I have a make up quiz tomorrow."
Oikawa knew from Suga's small, strained scent that it would be unwise to push the topic any further. Once Miyo and Ukai finished their...ahem...affairs...he could phone up for some advice. Their professor was Suga's idol, after all. She would know what to do.
Tobio~
Tobio watched through narrow eyes as Shoyo struggled, again, with his sneakers. It was strange how uncoordinated the kid was-- whenever they bumped the volleyball around in the yard, he was surprisingly adept, but with all other things, he was hopelessly clumsy. Not that Tobio would ever admit that he was even halfway decent with a volleyball...no need to pump his tires any more than necessary.
Tobio watched the struggles for a few more seconds, then moved to give the Omega both a lecture and a hand, when a stray volleyball hit him in the side of the head. It peeled off his skin, still tender from the fight, and he clenched his teeth, snapping his dark eyes to the enemy that had hit it.
"Sorrrrrrrrrry~" Oikawa called from across the net, sticking out a playful tongue. "That was an accident! I swear, Tobiooooo! I'm still warming up my arm."
Yeah right an accident. Tobio's eyes had been glued to the chestnut boy for more than a few minutes-- the annoying Omega had skills. Especially his serves. His sets were good, but his serves were phenomenal. It rattled Tobio to his very core. Even thinking about being on the receiving end of one stiffened his muscles.
He didn't grace Oikawa with a response and instead snapped his head back to Shoyo. "Are you ready yet? Hurry up already," he barked, standing up from the plastic bench, volleyball in hand.
"Always in suuuuuuuch a hurry," Shoyo retorted as he tied off his lace. Tobio tossed the ball towards him and he caught it with small hands.
This had become a thing between them lately-- the little ginger Omega poking at him, trying to get a rise of his ever present temper. At first, he had hated it, but now, he actually enjoyed the playful prodding.
He had never felt lonely before the nest, he enjoyed solitude, but more and more he was finding himself unable to imagine a time before the Omegas-- before the ginger menace, jumping up and down on the shiny wood floor a few paces away.
"What do you want to do for warm up," he asked, but his tone held no upward inflection. He already knew the answer.
"Mmm," Shoyo mumbled as he squirted a splash of cold water into his mouth from a red bottle. "Spikeeeeees?"
Yep, of course. The kid had a one track mind, not that Tobio cared much. He actually liked that Shoyo was able to keep up with his fast paced sets. It was no easy feat. Although, he had to admit that their practices with the net in their backyard didn't exactly measure up to the feeling of a regular court. The net height was different, and then there was the sweet sound of the ball hitting the hard floor-- Shoyo would probably like that sound.
A small smile flickered across his lips at the thought of the orange Omega-- his vibrant eyes lit up as he smashed the ball down on the other side of a real court.
Wait...why was...why was he thinking of something like that?
Tobio's lips stiffened and his eyes widened in quiet panic as an unusual feeling of affection spread across his chest. The little ginger kid was starting to get under his skin in ways he was not comfortable with.
More than once in the past few days he had been slow to wake up, only to find a burst of energy after inhaling Shoyo's breezy fragrance at breakfast. This morning, he had actually craved it, so much so that he had arrived downstairs fifteen minutes earlier than normal just to get his fix. Oh god, he thought frantically, was it going to get even worse?!
"Tobio. Tobiiiiiiioooo," an eager voice called out to him, slowly pulling him back to reality with its happy tones. "Are you even listening to me? Sheesh, stop daydreaming already. You hounded me about my shoes and now that I'm ready, you just zone out? What's with you," Shoyo chastised, then reached out to tug at his wrist.
Sparks shot through Tobio's skin at the warm contact of the Omega's small hand and he sucked in a small breath of clean air. His body stiffened as his heart shuddered, feeling more alive and energized than he could physically manage. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
"Line up at the net," he barked as he yanked his wrist away in a hurry. "Toss me the ball to set, then line up to spike."
"Okay, bossy," Shoyo said through pursed lips as he jogged towards the center of the court. "It's not like we haven't been doing this for weeks...sheesh."
Tobio ignored the coy chirp and strode towards the back line, staring down at his wrist as he walked. He rotated it around in the air-- the unfamiliar and pleasant feeling still lingered, but it was quickly disappearing into nothing.
What the fuck was that?
Bokuto~
Bokuto had been aggitated since the encounter with Kabuto the previous day, but he was in much better shape than Hajime-- his snarky teammate was a swirling bubble of frustration and rage. Poor Oikawa, he mused as he held open the glass doors of the gym for Keiji, Hajime was not easy to manage when he was irritated. At least they could blow off some steam with a bit of volleyball-- Bokuto had really, really missed their practices lately. He loved Keiji with every ounce of his being, and enjoyed the other Omegas as well, but Alpha time was important, too. Especially the kind that involved physical activity.
When he and Keiji waltzed into the medium sized practise gym, he was tackled by a wiley Kuroo.
"Oi!" The rooster chirped, holding him in a playful headlock. "You're LATE. And after all your bullshitting to us about being on time~~"
Bokuto growled, then shoved the taller man off. "Shut up. Class ran late, okay? Where's Kenma?"
"You think he'd play volleyball just for fun?" Kuroo drawled, running a large hand through his black hair. "Yeah fucking right."
Next to them, a volleyball whooshed through the air and landed inside the court, just grazing the back line. Bokuto followed it back to Oikawa, who flashed him a cheeky grin and wiggled his eyebrows. Bokuto's eyes shone with stars-- holy shit, what an amazing serve!
"Hey, chestnut!" He called out as he shoved Kuroo out of the way to jog closer to the slender Omega. "What the fuck? You've got a cannon for an arm!"
"It's fucked, right?" Hajime grumbled on his left, tossing a volleyball up and down in the air. "Did not expect it."
Bokuto chuckled, smelling Hajime's impressed scent leak off his sweaty skin. "It's better than Tobios! I'm pleasantly surprised~~"
"Watch it," the dark Alpha called out in warning before setting up a perfect toss to Shoyo. "Mine is still better than yours is."
Bokuto ignored the quip and his eyes widened as the ginger Omega launched up to the net and hovered for a moment, almost as if he were floating, before slamming the ball down on the opposite court at a sharp angle.
"YEAH!" Shoyo shouted with a clenched fist, then high fived his equally excited setter.
Jesus christ, Bokuto mused with a large grin, the Omegas weren't half bad.
"Hey, Oikawa!" Nishinoya yelled across the court, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Fire one of those cannons at me."
Bokuto stepped over to the side benches and parked himself next to Asahi and Hajime to watch the play unfold. Oikawa threw the white ball and launched forward with astonishing speed, then his body rose up into the air. As he jumped, his hand made hard impact with the globe and it rang out at the impact-- spinning across the court towards Nishinoya's squatted figure. When the spitfire Omega received it, launching the ball up in the air with perfected ease, Bokuto's breath caught in his throat.
Half bad didn't even cover it. They were good enough to play on an Alpha team.
The evening went on without a hitch. Bokuto and the other Alphas found themselves permanently impressed with the Omegas. He had always considered the sex to be athletically weaker than their counterparts, but he was now painfully aware that it was just a stereotype. There should be Omega teams at the University level...or even mixed teams.
Keiji could set almost as well as their prodigy, Tobio. Yamaguchi's float serves, which he had practiced a great deal with Tsukishima, were making waves-- though they still needed a bit of practice. Oikawa was all around good-- so good, that Bokuto wanted the snappy chestnut on their team. Nishinoya, too. The kid was an exceptional libero and used his small size to his advantage.
Then there was Shoyo. The ginger was...something else altogether. No one, absolutely no one, on Bokuto's team could keep up with their pensive setter...but Shoyo could. Plus, his spikes were like something out of a video game. His vertical was unbelievably high, his work ethic was astounding, and his scent was invigorating to those around him-- something which Bokuto was already keenly aware of.
***
"Hey," Asahi puffed out during a water break between practise matches. "Can I borrow your car next weekend?"
Bokuto squirted some water into his mouth and licked his lips. "Why? Got a hot date?"
Asahi rolled his eyes at the quip-- everyone in the house knew that the gentle giant was having trouble nailing down Nishinoya. It was an open line to make fun of the bunned man.
"I'm taking Noya to meet my family next weekend. We're going to stay over."
Bokuto wiggled an eyebrow and wiped the sweat of his brow onto Kuroo's red shirt.
"The fuck Bokuto, don't touch me with that shit!" The rooster barked, swatting at his hands.
"You hearing this shit, Kuroo? Asahi is finally taking the leap!" He rattled off to his irritated friend, a playful grin plastered on his face.
At his words, the rooster gave Bokuto one final jab in the kidney and turned to face Asahi. "Finally. At long last, I can rest easy now. Die a happy man."
"Alright, alright," Asahi whined as he waved his large hands out in front. "Can I borrow the car, or are you gonna drag this out more."
"Sure," Bokuto said with a shrug, then winked. "If your team beats us in the next game."
"Oh for fucks-"
"I think that's fair," Nishinoya chimed in, wiping a towel over his sweaty hair. "You guys don't stand a chance, anyways."
"Big words for such a shrimp," Kuroo chirped after a failed attempt at ruffling the spitfire's spiky hair.
"Oi, with me on the court," Nishinoya retorted, jerking a thumb at his small chest. "Not one of your spikes will hit the floor."
Kuroo smirked at the challenge and Bokuto caught Yamaguchi rolling his eyes from a few yards off.
***
"So I get the car," Asahi confirmed with a sly smirk. "Fair and square."
Bokuto huffed, bent over on his own knees and his jaw ticked at the loss. "Yes, you giant bear, you can use the car for your romantic weekend."
"Oh, don't be so pouty, owl boy," Oikawa sang out, playfully tossing a ball against his silver hair. "You'll beat us next time! If you get some practice in~~"
Oh, Bokuto would beat them next time. Especially the chirpy chestnut who managed to rile him up out of a victory.
As the boys gathered their things, chatting amongst themselves, his eyes landed on Keiji. The icy boy who was irrevocably his. A genuine smile plastered on his lips as the familiar metallic scent whirled into his nostrils. He pulled the quiet boy into a sweaty embrace, then raised an eyebrow at Hajime and Oikawa-- sneaking into the small equipment room.
"They're going to fuck," Keiji remarked with a scrunched up nose. "Gross."
Bokuto felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his sweatpants and he leaned in close to Keiji's ear. "They have the right idea."
When the icy Omega shivered against his body, Bokuto's heart fluttered to life and he tugged Keiji out the glass doors of the gym. Ahead of them, Tanaka was chatting furiously with Kuroo, and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were beyond-- walking side by side in their usual, comfortable silence.
"Let's go," he remarked, pulling Keiji's small hand into his own. "The sooner we get back, the sooner we can have our own bit of fun."
Keiji snorted, then squeezed his hand. "I suppose. I could go for some fun. "
As close to a yes in Keiji language as Bokuto was going to get.
He grinned and looked up at the evening sky as they walked side by side behind their housemates. It was moments like these, surrounded by friends, his Omega's hand in his own, and a pleasant evening breeze, that filled Bokuto's soul with the most perfect peace. He was never going to give it up for anything. Not ever.
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