CHAPTER 32

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 ◑
𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬
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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"yes! yes! killing it! yes!" yukio, yuji's father cheered. yuji had been modelling for the past three hours now. his makeup had been done atleast three times by a professional makeup artist that etude house hired, his clothes were picked by a stylist from the entertainment agency.

"you're embarrassing," yuji groaned once he finished posing. his makeup and style resembled a mermaid, which was the main theme to start with.

yukio laughed evilly before patting yuji's back harshly, his son jerking forward at the sudden force. "i know right? who do you think you inherited your personality from?"

"okay first of all, fuck you,"
"ew, pass."

workers from around them stared. some were amused while some were just shocked. people had expected the father-son duo to be rather serious than they are.

yuji's mother was currently handling a murder case that she had been assigned to, thus the woman was not able to meet her son in miyagi right now. yukio however, tokyo drifted to miyagi. surprisingly, he didn't get a speeding ticket.

"what song is this?" yukio asked as he danced rather awkwardly to 'maria' by hwasa while yuji sat on the vanity, his stylist taking his previous makeup off and fixing himself before meeting kageyama, who had planned to spy at aoba johsai.

"i- what kind of dance is that? you look like you're having a seizure," yuji snorted. yukio pouted before pulling his son from his seat, excusing him from the stylist who just wanted to finish her job.

"then teach me! you never spend time with your old man. one day you're gonna be married and maybe have ten babies and not have time for me anymore. even nicolas spends time with erwin and he's like, ten years older than you." he whined.

yuji along with his stylist, deadpanned at the sight of the famous ceo throwing a tantrum. yuji sighed, stopping his dad. "okay okay! i'll teach you."

it took his father five minutes before he knew the dance to the song. yuji sat down and let the stylist finish her job. yukio started recording a tiktok video of him dancing whilst the stylist did yuji's makeup, adding a dab of liptint on his smooth lips, contouring his nose and jawline to make it look more defined, and adding a little eyeshadow to make his eyes look more alive.

'honestly, he's perfect already so there's not much to do, but oh my god what does he eat? he's so hot?' the stylist gushed in her mind.

"rice..."

"huh?"

"nothing."

she proceeded to style his hair, splitting it to the side where his natural hairline is and making it seem more relaxed. "yuji-san, here are the new clothes that your father ordered for you." she bowed before leaving a pile of clothes on the couch before leaving.

"oi yuji, those clothes cost me a fortune. you better get dicked down today!" yukio told him as he turned his camera away from yuji. he continued dancing, ignoring yuji's whining.

"who even tells their son that?!" yuji cried of embarrassment before stripping and changing into the clothes given to him. a black oversized balenciaga t-shirt tucked into black ripped skinny jeans, showing off his knees and toned thighs. he grabbed the yellow belt with 'off-white' written on it and slipped the black doc martins on before yukio called him.

"i have a meeting in like ten minutes so i can't give you a ride, i'll call an uber if you want?" yukio offered as he started smoothing down the wrinkles on his suit. yuji shook his head, "it's fine, i'm meeting up with a friend anyways."

yuji processsed what his father said, "wait.. a meeting in ten minutes? you're gonna be so late." he laughed as he watched his dad rummage to get his phone.

"i know right.. anyways, see you later! i'll be cooking tonight." yukio waved before he left. yuji grabbed his fanny pack and proceeded to say his farewells to the workers. he checked his phone, finally acknowledging kageyama's messages.

tobiyolo
i'm in the bus stop near seijoh
tell me when you're near

thot
yes daddei 🥴

tobiyolo
yuck

yuji rolled his eyes and stuffed his phone in his pocket. seijoh wasn't that far from the photoshoot's venue, so he didn't need to worry about taking too long. as he walked, multiple eyes were on him. most people would feel uncomfortable with the attention, but yuji is yuji. a hoe likes attention.

he smirked and acted like nothing was happening. he stuck his airpods in his ears, trying to get himself to stop hearing whispers so he could think straight.

"what do you think he's listening to?"
"maybe it's something manly, like rap songs?"
"yeah, or maybe indie songs? eboys are the best!"

the girls gossiping were interrupted by yuji's voice.

what they didn't know, was that you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

'soaring! flying! there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach' yuji sang in his head as he carried on walking. he finally got closer to the bus stop, seeing a certain blueberry setter of his.

"yohoo! blueberry-chan good to see you!" yuji cheered as he wrapped his arm around the setter's shoulder. kageyama blushed an tried pulling away from the sudden contact. "we literally saw eachother yesterday."

the two started walking towards the school gate, gathering the attention of some of seijoh's students. two unfamiliar faces walking in their domain, something that doesn't happen everyday. especially when one of the faces belongs to a famous teen in their generation.

"tobiyolo, their staring. why do you have to look so constipated?"
"i- this is my normal face."
"you have to work on that, you're scaring people away."

an irk mark appeared on kageyama's head. he contained his anger in as yuji continued babbling about useless stuff. the two arrived in the gym, the setter trying to be discreet while the other male casually stood in the doorway.

"oi boke! we're supposed to spy."
"what! why? i thought this was legal."
"it is. we're just looking at their training regime."

yuji grumbled complaints as kageyama focused on watching seijoh practice. he gasped as soon as he saw alumni students walking in. he watched as oikawa cooperated with a team he wasn't familiar with.

"oi tobiyolo! i wanna join.." yuji whined, thrashing around his place while kageyama threw insults at him. "are you stupid? we're literally supposed to not let them know that we're here!"

"maybe i am stupid! what's the big deal if i am?! i'm gonna keep whining cause i'm a bitch and i wanna play!"
"hAH?! i-"

"oh? yuji-chan? tobio-chan?" oikawa's voice suddenly caught the two off-guard. kageyama didn't waste anytime to zoom out of there while yuji stayed in his place.

"woah! tooru-chan, i missed you!" yuji cheered, hugging the third-year at the same time. "can i play with you? please!"

'a chance to play with a pro? this is a win-win then.' oikawa thought with an evil smile. he looked back at coach irihata to see the older man nodding furiously. 'it's a yes then.'

"gladly! i have extra clothes and shoes you could borrow in the locker room. just join us when you're ready!" oikawa chirped. yuji cheered and ran to the locker room.

"woah! we got matsumoto to play with us!" kindaichi clapped excitedly while the others smirked, finally having someone who can bring the best out of them, just like their captain.

"i'm ready!"

yuji skipped to the team opposing the almuni's and oikawa, a provoking smirk making it's way on his face. "i'm beating your non-exsistent ass, flattykawa!"

"oi aho! that was uncalled for!"
"bleh!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. timeskip after game cuz i'm lazy .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the almuni's panted heavily, not used to the non-stop rally between the two teams. yuji just kept receiving and receiving, not letting the ball touch the ground even once when it was in his defence lane.

oikawa watched as yuji got along with seijoh members well, patting kindaichi's back with a smile on his face. 'i'm kinda in the mood for some right now... how to tell him this.'

"yuji-chan!" oikawa called, gaining the said male's attention, along with the other members. 'did they really have to look? ugh.' oikawa thought, frustrated.

"uhh.. 👉👌"
"oh sure! meet you in the lockeroom!"

"i want to bleach my eyes." hanamaki cried from beside kindaichi. matsukawa gagged while iwaizumi face-palmed so hard that he almost spiked his head. "just use protection, buncha hoes out here wildin' huh."

yuji rolled his eyes and bid them goodbye, finally heading his way to the lockeroom.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. timeskip again cause i suck in smut .* :☆ﾟ. ───

crackhead son
dad! i got laid like you said i should.

daddei
lmao ur'e now a certified thot 🥵
daddei
i'm cooking steak rn so hurry your ass home
or i'm gonna eat ur piece 🤪

crackhead son
okrr 😎

yuji stuffed his phone in his fanny pack and stretched his limbs. volleyball and topping were both so exhausting, but he was determined to eat some good food right now so he ran all the way to his apartment.

"i'm just playing games, i know that's plastic love!" yukio sang as he danced while cooking the steak in the pan. "dance to the plastic beat, another morning comes," yuji continued. yukio jumped from his place, letting out a yell in shock. yuji laughed and sat on the dining table, watching as his father cooked.

"damn your getting old dad. plastic love? really?"
"the song's literally within my age range. why do you even know it?"

"i hear you and see dance this with mom all the time when i was little," yuji explained, a smile plastered on his face as he reminisced on his past memories. yukio chuckled and pulled yuji to his feet, the two dancing rather weirdly to the old song.

yukio suddenly broke down in tears. yuji's eyes widened as he tried consoling his father. "you're growing up so fast! my back is starting to hurt too and mother nature is constantly reminding me that i'm getting old," yukio cried.

yuji deadpanned. he hugged his father, attempting to calm the man down, but the older male started crying harder. yukio suddenly stopped, sniffing the air as he pulled away from yuji. "do you smell something burning?"

"THE FUCKING STEAK!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───