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Kageyama Tobio just wants to get through the day. He hates winter, he hates most people, and he really hates getting up for an 8:00AM class. That's when Hinata Shouyou, bright and obnoxious, literally comes running into his life at full-throttle and changes everything Kageyama thought he knew.
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Basically, the College AU where Hinata and Kageyama meet by Hinata literally knocking into him and spilling hot coffee all down Kageyama's clothes.
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Nishinoya's tired of waiting.
At training camp, he crashes the third years' bath.
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Tanaka produces a piece of notebook paper crumpled in the way that only contact with concrete can do, and hands it wordlessly to Noya.
It’s a drawing. A scruffy, stylized face, with long hair pulled back into a bun, flowingly labeled “Azumane Asahi.” Surrounded by little hearts, and a volleyball (nice touch) and - two kittens hugging?
Tanaka smirks, and Nishinoya looks up at him in delight “Where did you get this?”
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In which Tanaka and Nishinoya set off a chain reaction of bad jokes, changing relationships, exposed secrets, dirty dreams, and some utterly baseless jealousy. How will they weather the storm? -
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"You don't think Asahi-san is hot?"
Ryuu peers at him. "Do you?"
Yuu slams his hands down on his desk. "Of course I do! I thought it was obvious and everyone else thought so too! He's got those muscles, and that hair, and when he gets embarrassed he turns red and stammers and it's cute, right?!"
"Noya, you…"
There's a weird expression on Ryuu's face, kind of constipated. Yuu spends a long moment looking at him before he realizes what Ryuu must be thinking. "Wait, I didn't mean, like. I'm not gay, Ryuu."
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It's been almost a decade since Suga and Daichi graduated and left their Volleyball days behind, almost a decade since they last spoke to one another at all.
How is it that they somehow both find themselves sitting at a singles mixer event, staring across the table at one another, years of unspoken things between them? Suddenly they're trying not to fumble what's been served right into their laps.

