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you parked your car in nekoma's parking lot.

the competition today was at fukurodani, and your team was taking the bus together instead of going individually. it was more professional and organized that way.

you grabbed your dance bag out of the trunk of your car and made your way over to the bus. you could see a growing group of people wearing red nekoma jackets standing in front of the entrance of the school holding different types of bags.

although... something was weird. why were there boys? there weren't any on dance team, so-

"good morning, y/n." you were met with yamamoto's eager eyes and apparent blush. he was wearing a sports bag and holding a water bottle in his hand. "you look beautiful as ever today."

"oh, hi yamamoto." you smiled at him. "um... why are you here?" you asked confused, a hopeful feeling spreading in your stomach.

"did you not hear? we're taking the bus with dance. the school didn't want to spend too much money or something like that."

you nodded in understanding, happiness filling your stomach. did that mean kuroo was here?

you made your way over to the group with yamamoto next to you, looking around and spotting all your friends from dance, and also volleyball, including your boyfriend.

you made your way over to him first, wrapping your arms around his waist happily.

"i didn't know you were coming on the bus with us," you told him, burying your head in his chest.

kuroo wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed your forehead. "it must have been a last minute decision. i didn't know either."

you pulled away from the hug and looked up at kuroo expectantly. he stared back down at you fondly, and a smile formed on his face. he bent his head down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips, making you smile and giggle.

"how are you feeling this morning?" you asked kuroo, brushing off his shoulders. "did you eat enough?"

"yes ma'am." kuroo nodded at you. "did you? you need energy."

"i had a good breakfast, thank you." you grinned sweetly up at him. "i'm gonna go say hi to my friends."

"wait." kuroo grabbed your wrist, and leaned his head down towards you, your faces close together. you bit your bottom lip, heart rate speeding up as kuroo's eyes flitted down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

"will you sit next to me on the bus?" kuroo finally asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding, and rolled your eyes.

you clicked your tongue and shrugged indifferently. "i guess," you said slowly, trying to sound like you didn't want to.

"stop doing that. i know you want to sit next to me."

"eh." you said, and sent him a playful wink, walking off towards ayako and mitsuko, who were engaged in conversation. kenma stood next to them on his phone. you had to admit, you were a bit surprised to see him there instead of with kuroo, but you'd noticed that kenma and ayako actually got along quite well. you thought it was a bit strange since ayako was so extraverted and energetic, and kenma was not.

"hey guys," you greeted, pulling mitsuko in for a hug.

"hi y/n," they all said, and you moved on to hug ayako next. finally, you hugged kenma, and then pulled away, the four of you standing in a square.

"kenma said that every time he sees kasumi, he gets physically sick." ayako laughed, doubling over.

kenma shrugged while looking up from his phone, a small smile playing on his lips.

"finally someoneΒ said it," you said, joining in on the conversation.Β 

it was about 20 minutes before the teachers came out of the building, holding their own backpacks filled with things they'd need for the day. that was your cue to start getting on the bus.

"y/n, you're sitting on the bus with me right?" ayako asked, nudging your side.

"ooh, uh..." you grimaced, and rubbed your hands together awkwardly.

ayako's expression deflated. "don't tell me you're sitting with your idiot boyfriend."

"she is, in fact, sitting with her idiot boyfriend." kuroo said, sliding himself into the conversation smoothly.

"you came out of nowhere, kuroo," you said to him.

"she was my friend first, you piece of shit!" ayako said, giving him the middle finger.

kuroo returned it with a shrug. "she likes me more."

you opened your mouth to say something cheesy about how you liked them both equally, but ayako didn't give you the opportunity.

"whatever," she said, turning back to the long haired boy behind her. "kenma, you're with me."

"i want to sit by myself," kenma said.

"too bad," ayako said, slinging her arm around his shoulder. kenma took a loud breath and turned off his phone, putting it in his pocket. you could tell that he wasn't actually that annoyed.

the group of you stepped onto the bus, making your way to the back. yaku and kai were already sitting there together, and yamamoto and mitsuko sat across the aisle from them. you and kuroo sat in front of them and ayako and kenma sat in front of yaku and kai.

kuroo put his hand on your thigh like he usually did. you placed your hand on top of his.

"are your parents gonna be at the game today?" you asked him softly, only loud enough for him to hear.

"no, but they said they could make it tomorrow. we have to win so that they can come." he pressed his lips together. "do you want to meet them? you don't have to if you don't want to."

"i'd like to, if that's okay with you." you smiled a bit. meeting kuroo's parents seemed big, and you were definitely nervous, but it seemed right.

"it's fine with me. i think they'd like you." his thumbs rubbed against your thigh, and you leaned against his shoulder.

"did you bring it?" kai asked suddenly, poking yaku's arm.

"uh huh." yaku gave kai a mischievous grin, and you looked over at them from your aisle seat.

"bring what?" you asked, and ayako sat up and turned around in her seat so that she could see too.

"yaku brings a portable speaker," kuroo explained. "but his music taste is trash."

"oh come on, kuroo. you like my fucking music." yaku made a mean face at kuroo and pulled out his phone and the speaker.

the bus pulled out of the school parking lot, turning onto the main street.

it was quiet for a few moments before yaku started playing rap music a bit too loud. you saw kenma make a face out of the corner of your eye, and that caused you to start laughing.

ayako and yamamoto looked at each other excitedly, and the two of them started singing all the words loudly, getting a little too hype for what you would consider bus-appropriate. you joined a bit too, letting yourself get hyped for the day.

soon enough, everyone except kenma was singing and dancing in their seat as yaku's playlist circulated through songs. you had to admit, you'd never seen kai and mitsuko let loose like that.

before you knew it, the bus was pulling into fukurodani's parking lot, blending in with many other buses from different schools.

"look! it's karasuno!" yamamoto yelled, looking over mitsuko so he could see through the window. he pointed at a group of boys in black jackets and sweatpants.

"it is?" ayako asked, trying to look past you and kuroo. you craned your head, and you saw the group of boys in black jackets and sweatpants.

the bus stopped, and yaku turned off his music and tucked the speaker into his backpack. everyone got up from their seats stretching their muscles. kuroo hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. you patted the side of his head gently, brushing your fingers through his bangs. kuroo closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling since he knew he wouldn't see you for a while after this.

"are you okay, baby?" you asked him, turning around in his hands so that you were facing him and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"mhm," kuroo said, smiling down at you. "let's go, okay?" you nodded, picking up your dance bag from in front of you and beginning to walk down the aisle towards the exit of the bus.


"NOYAAA!" you called his name from outside the bus, capturing his attention. he turned his head away from tanaka, and another orange-haired kid, getting your eyes with a bright smile.

"Y/NNN!" he yelled back, and the two of you ran towards each other, meeting with a tight hug.

"i missed you!" you said into the hug.

"i missed you more. you're still so pretty!"

the two of you pulled away from each other, and you patted him on the head. "i have a boyfriend now."

"damn it!" noya covered his face with his hands. "i'm losing tanaka, and now you?"

you shrugged, looking over at how ayako and tanaka were greeting each other with hugs and cheek kisses.

"they're so cute though," you muttered. "you can't be mad at it."

"who's your boyfriend?" noya asked, studying the group of nekoma boys behind you. "it better not be yamamoto. i need him to protect our precious kiyoko with me!"

you laughed. "no, it's not yamamoto. guess again."

"yaku?"

"nope."

"who is it?" he whined, taking your hands and shaking them. "i'm tired of guessing."

"okay, it's kuroo."

noya gasped exaggeratedly, his hands flying up to cover his mouth. he looked around dramatically, until his hands abruptly dropped, and his expression suddenly turned cutesy. "that's cute, actually. you two look good together."

"thank you," you said, grinning.

"i still think you should've dated me instead, mamas." he bit his lip at you, squinting his eyes.Β 

you hit him upside the head. "let me give you some advice. don't call girls 'mamas' if you want to date them."

"why? i thought girls liked that."

you grimaced at him in a way that communicated that that wasn't exactly the case, and his expression fell.

"y/n? we gotta go." mitsuko's voice pulled you away from your conversation with noya.

"okay, i'll be right there." you turned back to noya, pulling him into another hug. "good luck, but not too much luck because you're not allowed to beat nekoma."

noya giggled. "good luck to you too, but also not too much luck because if you beat karasuno i'll fight you."

you laughed. "bye, noya."

he waved to you, but then stopped. "wait... y/n?"

"yeah?" you turned your head back to him.

"i'm gonna win."

"me too, noya. i'm sorry to break it to you."

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i don't really know how dance competitions work, so sorry if this is inaccurate! i'm just writing this for fun :)

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fukurodani's theater was much bigger than nekoma's, which was why the competition was held there every single year.

you'd finished your competition makeup; you needed to wear a full face or else you'd look like a ghost underneath the lights of the stage. you and ayako were wearing reflective cargo pants along with fitted black tank tops. your makeup was thick on your face, but was a beautiful smokey eye. the both of you looked absolutely stunning.

"this looks like your outfit from bokuto's party," you whispered to ayako from backstage, trying to distract yourself from your nerves.

"yeah," ayako laughed. "my style's just too fucking good."

you noticed her hands were shaking, and you reached out to hold them.

"we got this," you whispered to her, pressing your forehead against hers.

"we got this," she repeated, taking a deep breath and nodded slightly.

you took your own breath, listening to the music of the current group fade out, meaning it was your turn to perform. you'd been waiting for probably two hours now, so you were a mix of anxious and excited and just ready to get it over with already.

the audience applauded. you squeezed ayako's hand one more time as you heard a booming voice over the speakers in the theater.

"ayako and y/n from nekoma high school. hip hop."

your heart was racing, and you felt the pounding throughout your entire body. nevertheless, you plastered a smile on your face and walked out after ayako, turning your face to meet the sea of people who were there to see your performance.

the lights shone in your face, and the stage was warm with lingering effort and sweat. the audience applauded politely as you made your way to the middle of the stage and bowed to the five judges seated in the first row.

you looked out over the audience, your eyes latching onto the back of the theater as the door was pushed open, revealing... yamamoto?

you fought to keep a neutral face and get into your starting position as the entirety of the nekoma boys volleyball team pooled into the theater, leaning on the back wall. they came, was all you could think as you attempted to express the facial expression that fit the song.

kuroo came in last, locking his eyes with you, his lips parting a bit. he was sweaty, you could tell, and you wondered if he'd won his game. he smirked, and gave you a nod, and you decided you'd think about all that later.

right now, you and ayako had to kick everyone else's ass. you wouldn't let her down.

the intro of the song started, and you felt yourself get into the mood of it, forgetting about the eyes of the judges. it was like you were back in the studio with ayako, rehearsing this over and over again until it was perfect, and hyping each other up with incoherent noises as you hit the body rolls and dropped yourselves to the ground.

your body moved on its own underneath the lights, executing every move perfectly. you felt the music in your bones, and the voice seeped through your skin. you and ayako truly put on a show together, capturing every piece of the audience's attention with your addicting movements and glowing passion.

each second flowed into the other, and you were completely feeling yourself. the chorus hit, and you and ayako dropped to the floor. this was your favorite part; it made you feel so hot. you twerked a bit and rolled onto your back, getting up to your feet quickly. you rolled your body against the air confidently as you straightened, giving off your sexiest aura as you mouthed 'water.' you smiled as you dance, feeling every ounce of nervousness melt away into pure joy and confidence.

the outro hit, and you stock your tongue out in concentration, putting your all into the last few seconds of your dance. the music faded out, and you stood in your ending pose for a few seconds. the quiet seemed to glow as the audience processed what they'd just seen, and your heavy breathing was loud in your ears.

finally, the audience burst out into excited applause, and you and ayako threw your arms around each other, pulling each other into a tight hug.

"we did it, y/n." ayako's voice sounded so purely joyous that you had to smile.

"we did," you affirmed, pulling away so you could look at her with loving eyes. "i love you," you told her.

"i love you too, oh my god." she pulled you into another happy hug, and the audience continued to cheer, the sounds echoing throughout the theater.

finally, you faced the judges, the nerves settling in once again. they were going to give you a score out of 100, but you didn't know how it would compare to the other groups. plus, there were still a good amount of groups who would have to go after you, and some tomorrow too. you were to attend an awards ceremony tomorrow night to know who'd won officially.

the suspense was killing you as you watched the judges stare you. they would give you a few comments and criticism before showing you your score, so you squeezed ayako's hand nervously.

"can i start?" asked a female judge with short brown hair, her eyes now pointed on her colleagues. they all nodded. "well, i want to say that i lovedΒ it. you two have incredible chemistry. are you best friends?"

you and ayako nodded, and laughed a bit.

"i can tell," the woman said. "other than that, the two of you have really good control of your bodies. you have a good sense of beat and rhythm, and your bodies respond perfectly to the music."

you and ayako smiled at each other. everything seemed good so far.

"i want to ask you something," said another female judge with long, reddish hair. she looked down at a clipboard in front of her. "it says here you choreographed this dance yourselves, is that right?"

you and ayako nodded together once again.

"ah, i see. i want to compliment your use of different heights. you kept the choreography interesting by having some parts standing, some on the ground, etcetera. it was engaging, it was fun, it was sexy; i loved it."

you giggled a bit, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth. ayako excitedly squeezed your hand that she was holding.

"i honestly would have preferred to see more of you," began a male judge, clasping his hands together. "but i understand that isn't always possible. i compliment that though there were only two of you, you created in incredibly large presence. your expressions and passion went a long way in bringing your performance to life."

you and ayako nodded politely, followed by a bow. his words had concluded the judge's comments, and it was time for the scores. you moved closer to ayako, briefly squeezing your eyes shut in hope and anticipation.

each of the judges presented their scores for you: 95, 97, 93, 96, 97. the audience applauded loudly once again, and you and ayako jumped up and down happily, hugging each other tightly. you felt your eyes water, and you blinked rapidly to suppress it. you didn't want to ruin your makeup while you were still on stage.

"thank you so much," you and ayako told the judges, bowing repeatedly as you made your way off stage.

as soon as you made it backstage, you and ayako let out loud squeals and once again hugged each other.

"holy shit," ayako said as she laid in your arms. "we just did that."

"i can't believe it either. it's like, all this work we put in all climaxed in probably four to five minutes."

ayako nodded slowly. "but we had good results. hopefully we win."

"time will tell. we'll know tomorrow night." you patted her head, pulling out of the hug to meet the beaming face of the club moderator.

"amazing job, girls!" she beamed, clapping her hands together. "you make the school proud."

you and ayako grinned.

"why don't you join the audience and enjoy the rest of the show," the moderator offered, patting you both on the back.

you smiled. "i would love that."

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