You sat at you desk, chatting away with Yuri.

"Okay, so we were walking around the forest by the park, and me and Senpai had our cameras. Well, this ditsy second year kept on getting in my way. So do you know what I did?" Yuri grins manically. You grin back, enjoying the story.

"Let me guess, you called her out?"

"No, even better." Yuri grins sadistically. "She tripped over and fell in a puddle. It was so fucking funny. She was crying and everything." She plays with her hair. "Of course Senpai helped her, but she was asking for it. We all teased her about it for the rest of the afternoon."

"Haha, oh my gosh. I bet." You giggle. "So, are we sitting on the benches at lunch?" You question, reaching over to your bag and taking out you pencil case. Yuri's expression slowly dims as she looks at you.

"No... I've got photography club. And so does (Friend #1) and (Friend #2). We all have club activities today. I thought I texted you?" She pulls out her phone. Your cheeks begin to get warm.

"I was on the PlayStation last night." You chuckle bashfully.

"Aw, you should really answer your phone more." She purses her lips.

"Sorry, sorry." You smile. "I'll make sure to answer you next time."

"What's first lesson?" She asks as she sees more classmates filing in.

"Math." You answer, removing your mechanical pencil. You twirl it in your hand, watching as horror washes over her face.

"Not math... anything but math." She mumbles, her face growing pale.

"It isn't that bad." You roll your eyes.

"But you like all your lessons!"

"That because nothing particularly bad happens in them." You tell her. "As long as you're not picked on, then it's fine."

"Okay, okay." Yuri tells herself. "As long as I don't get picked on. But what if I do?!"

"You'll be fine. You always are." You pat her shoulder encouragingly. Registration went by in a flash, so you sat back in your chair as the books were handed out. Copying down the learning objective, you think over what it said. 'Pythagoras theorem. I've heard it, but I can't remember what it is.' You contemplate. Soon enough you were put into pairs again, and you were 'lucky' enough to work with Mr. McSalty.

"Don't mess up this time." He roles his eyes. Though it was true that you enjoyed math, Tsukishima had found one of your weaknesses. Times tables. They seemed simple enough, but you were bad at them never the less.

"So opposite squared and adjacent squared add together to make hypothesis?" You mutter under you breath. "Simple enough."

"What?" Tsukishima scrunched up his face. "Hypotenuse." He corrects you.

"That's what I said." You raise a brow.

"No, you said hypothesis." He tells you.

"Oh." You blink languidly. "Hypothenuse." You repeat, trying it on your tongue.

"Hypotenuse." He corrects you.

"That's what I said." You tell him, your lips pressed into a line as your cheeks became warm.

"Say it after me. Hypotenuse."

"I'm not repeating you." You pout childishly.

"I don't care. If you mess up, I get blamed."

"Just because we're paired together doesn't mean the blame will go on you." You explain, rolling your eyes.

"Just do the work."

"I have."

"Then why did you ask me a stupid question?"

"I haven't." He clicks his tongue and looks down at his work. You watch him for a second, looking at the way he writes and the tense expression he wore whilst doing work. 'What do people find attractive about him? He's tall, but that just complicates things. His personality isn't charming either. But people do tend to go for douche bags.' You look down at your work and re-read the formula you wrote.

"Stop talking to yourself, stalker." Tsukishima looks at you. You hum at him, tapping the end of your pencil to your lip. Best if you wound him up instead of being easily offended by him.

"What? Not hurting anyone."

"It's hurting my ears. Your voice is obnoxious."

"So's yours, but you don't seem me complaining about it." You smirk.

"Stop acting like a child."

"I am a child."

"No shit Sherlock."

"Fuck off Watson." You say sarcastically. Tsukishima raises his hand to his mouth and grin, snickers coming out. Now you couldn't see his face, you couldn't tell if Tsukishima was laughing at you or with you. You brought your sleeve up to your mouth, hiding your face as you tried to stifle your laughter. Tsukishima was smirking as a small rumble sound came from his throat. Maybe it wasn't a laugh? Maybe some alien was trying to claw its way out from his stomach?
You sat for a moment more, listening to the chatter as it sunk in the background. What if Tsukishima didn't think you were messing? Did he know you were joking? You were smiling, but what if he thought it was that superior look that he gives other? You calmed down, breathing deeply as rubbing your face. Tsukishima had his elbow holding his head up, rubbing his eyes as his glasses move up to his forehead. You look off to the side before mustering yourself to ask him.

"Tsukishima-san, you know I was joking?" You question. He sits up, dropping his pencil on his math book and smirking down at you.

"Huh? Is the stalker trying to apologize? If you want me to forgive you, then say 'Tsukishima-sama is my superior. I will always follow every order he gives to someone as worthless as me'." He grins. You faulted, squinting your eyes at him. Was he joking? You were worried he thought you were being serious, so was he using good humor to come off nice? Or perhaps he was being serious. He was grinning at you in that irritating way.

"Shut up Moon-moon." You smirk, pleased with your reply. You cross your arms and lean back into your chair.

"You're so annoying." He rubs his forehead.

"Thanks." Your lip curls up.

"It wasn't a compliment."

"Who said it was?"

"Class, it's time to turn around." The teacher calls out, stopping your banter with Tsukishima. You felt lighter as you turned around, a grin you tried to hide as you sat back in your seat. That felt like a good humored conversation like you'd have with Oikawa or Satoru.
You're mind wondered. Oikawa would always, with no exceptions, send you a picture of the morning sunrise when he went for a run. It was his version of a good morning over SnapChat, and it's what got your streak to 178. 'I wonder what Tooru is doing. He's at school, and it's a Monday morning. I think he said he's got Science then. And then Hajime... they've got science together. I bet Tooru is winding up Hajime like always.'

"(L/n), can you name me the sides please?" The teacher calls. You sit up, your eyes looking at the board. The sides of a triangle for Pythagoras. You quickly list them off.

"Opposite, adjacent and hypothesis." You say before look down to your book. Your heart clenched in your chest, and you felt something drop from within you. 'Oh shit.' You look up to see your classmates giving you incredulous looks. And to put you further in the dumps, Tsukishima kicks the back of your chair.

"Hypothesis?" The teacher repeats. Your face turns read as you stare at the front of the room.

"H-hypoth-tenuse." You say in a tiny voice, your throat closing up, feeling your body grow hot.

"I was going to say, (L/n), we're not in psychology." They chuckle to show humour, but it made you feel small. You did that, in front of the entire class! What idiot does that?! You obviously, but you wanted to die now! Wait not die, just go home and be a hermit and watch the second season of Blue Exorcist. Your classmates in front of you smile at you, finding your hiccup amusing.

"Good one, Hypothesis Girl." Comes an irritating voice behind you. You slouch forward in your chair, covering up your face with your hand. Nothing could be worse.

||| Time Skip |||

You and your friends spent break laughing about your mess up in math and the rest of your morning went by like a breeze. Until lunch arrived. You peaked around to your brothers class, but he wasn't there. You began to get paranoid. You spot one of his many friends and ask them.
Their answer? The roof.
'The roof? But isn't that we're Moon-Moon and Yamaguchi hang out.' So you made a treacherous journey up there and poke your head around the door. The wind blow lightly, making leaves dance across the cement and float off over the railings. The sun laid out a warm glow onto your skin as you stepped out, spotting ginger the moment you looked over. And there, sitting on the benches, was all the first years.

"Hi guys." You wave, bringing up your hand. Satoru turns to look at you and brightens up.

"Sis, come on. Hurry on over here." He waves you over and pats next to him. On one bench was Hinata and Kageyama, and the other Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and Satoru. You decide to park your butt beside Hinata, who sat in the middle. "Huh?"

"More room." Was your reply as you open up your lunch box.

"Hypothesis girl, what have you got for lunch?" Tsukishima smirk at you and Yamaguchi snorts. You squint at him, your lip curling up.

"Why? Do you want some Moon-Moon?" You turn your nose up at him, looking down on him. Hinata and Satoru chuckle, leaving Kageyama left confused.

"What's with this hypothesis thing?" Satoru asks, grinning.

"Your sister made an idiot of herself, as per usual." Tsukishima begins eating his lunch.

"Yeah, I did." You smile, rubbing your head. "We were doing Pythagoras' theorem and got hypotenuse and hypothesis mixed up. And to make it worse, I said it in front of the entire class." You place your palms on your cheeks.

"Pythagoras?" Hinata asks. "We did that recently... but I couldn't do it." He takes a bite from his food.

"Really?" You turn to him, raising a brow. "You probably just didn't understand. Normally it takes me a while to understand so I have to take notes and examples on what the teachers written on the board, and even then if I don't understand I ask someone for help." You explain.

"You do all that?" Yamaguchi asks in surprise. You laugh in embarrassment.

"Yeah, but that's normally only for important exams. I waffle my way through everything else." You chuckle, rubbing the back of your head.

"I wondered why you always had such low marks." Yamaguchi ponders aloud below his breath, before he panics. "I didn't mean it like that! It's just that I'm so used to having the lowest in our classes!" He waves his hands, his cheeks going red.

"It's fine." You grin, waving him off. "I was surprised too. But then I can just prove everyone wrong." You grip your fist determinedly. Satoru looks at your from across the table, a blank look on his face. You mirror his expression, then tilt your head. "So anything happen in your class today?" You question,  looking at him.

"Nothing, nada, completely boring." Satoru flips his wrist, chewing his sandwich.

"Oh, okay then."

"Kageyama, did you do the homework?!" Hinata suddenly stiffens in his chair, looking at the black haired male in panic. "Can I copy your homework?!"

"What makes you think I've done it?" Kageyama glares at him.  Hinata turns to Satoru, his eyes draining as fast as his face.

"Sure thing." Satoru grins, waving the sheet. Your gaze flickers over to Kageyama who scoots off the bench and searches through his bag.

"Whacha' doing?" You ask him, leaning back on the bench to watch him. He looks at you, then back to his bag. You squint at him.

"Look at the King, treating everyone as though they are peasants. He needs to remind us lowly commoners that we are below him." Tsukishima muses. You jump up from the bench and pick up your own bag, searching through it. You faded out what Tsukishima said, or whatever he talked about after that as you looked for a small jingling bag.

"Anyone else want a drink?" You offer, looking to the rest of the boys.

"Sure." Satoru nods, scoffing down his sandwich. You look to the other three boys.

"I don't want you wasting money, (S/n)." Yamaguchi declines.

"S'fine. I wouldn't offer if I couldn't spare the money. Plus this bag is full of change, I need to spend it all." You place a hand on your hip. "So want a drink or not?"

"I guess so..." Yamaguchi agrees hesitantly.

"Can I have one too?" Hinata asks, his eyes beeping as he looks at you hopefully.

"Sure thing, Sunshine." You pat his head, his ginger hair soft and springy beneath your palm. You stand next to Kageyama, looking up at him. He furrows his eyebrows at you, and for a moment he scowled before heading to the door. You look to Tsukishima, and before he could make a comment you lightly karate chop his head. "Not today, Moon-Moon."

You jog after Kageyama, trying to keep up with his large steps.

"Kageyama-san, you have really long legs." You comment from behind him, following him down the halls. He turns his head slightly, just about looking at you, before facing forwards. "You and Hinata getting along?" You question.

"Were fine." There was a pause. "You and Oikawa-San?"

"Great. But he doesn't text as often recently." You reply.

"He's training."

"Spot on." You nod, now walking by his side. You purse your lips in thought. "Do you have any friends, Kageyama-San?" Then you feel his piercing gaze and refuse to meet it, nervously staring at the ground. "I-I mean, other than Hinata and Satoru of course." He didn't reply and you finally arrive at the vending machine. He continued to not answer as he fed the machine his coins. "It's just... in middle school you always spent as much time as Tooru in the gym, and Tooru was there a lot, so didn't you have anywhere else to be? I remember when Tooru would tease you and say you had no friends, but is that true?" You stare up at him, then cringe. "No offence or anything." You add. He squats down and pulls out a cartoon and moves back. You thought he was going to completely blank you and leave, but instead he steps back and waits for you to use the machine.

"I didn't need friends."

"'Didn't'? As in past tense?" You raise a brow, getting three bottles of water and one milk.

"Being friends with Hinata makes him work better."

"Same with Satoru?" You question dully, already knowing the answer. He nods. You sign. "Don't you want friends outside of the court? It might do you some good." You crouch down and reaching into the machine, grabbing the drinks and adjusting them in your arms before you stood up.

"Why don't we be friends?" He asks, making you freeze. You stare blankly at the machine, hand halfway through grabbing the last water bottle. You crease your brow, letting out an awkward and forced laugh.

"Kageyama-San, you don't ask people to be friends." He inform him, standing up. This was the definition of awkward. He stares down at you, his eyes watching pensively as he created crinkles between his brow. Your cheeks became warm, feeling nervous as he looks down at you.

"How do you become friends with someone?"

'Is he being serious?... he is. Oh my god this boy is a cinnamon roll. A blueberry cinnamon roll. Wait, wouldn't that be a blueberry roll. Wait, besides the point.' You thought. 'But he is right though. How do you become friends with someone.' then you mentally snap your fingers.

"Drop the '-San' on my name." You tell him.

"Okay." He nods. He begins to head back. You scrunch up your face, watching him walk away.

"That's it?" He looks to you in confusion. "Just th-never mind. We'll work on it more." You shake your head with a sigh. "You are very socially awkward, and seeming I've messed up more than I can count, I can coach you on what not to do."

"No wonder I've never had friends."

"I know, right? Exhausting. But you'll see that it works out in the end. No more lonely lunches and empty schedule slots." You grin. "And definitely no more being a wallflower or being left out because everyone thinks you're that one weird kid in class."

"What's a wallflower?" He questions.

"Someone that's excluded from everyone else and doesn't spend time with others. More commonly know as an introvert." You explain, happy he was asking questions.

"I've been called that before." He nods in understanding.

"An introvert?" You question. "It's not a bad things. I'm an introvert too, it's really draining to hang out with others some times, but other times it can make you happy too. Satoru and Hinata are examples of extroverts who are the opposite, really."

"Okay." Kageyama agrees.

"You don't sound like you really care." You laugh through your nose, watching as he looks around with disinterest.

"Not really." He answers honestly. You laugh at that and open the door to see the others still sat around it. You pass each of them over their water bottles and they reply with a thank you. Tsukishima then decided to open his mouth.

"I remember someone said something about people who get matching items are a couple." Tsukishima grins, raising at brow at you.

"And?" You ask boredly, locking the straw through the silver circle in the milk cartoon.

"She's not aloud to date my friends. It's forbidden. It breaks the bro code." Satoru instantly jumps in.

"You mean it's forbidden for them to date me." You scowl at him.

"Thats what I just said."

"No, it's really not."

"We are friends." Kageyama pipes up. Tsukishima smirks at him then hums in amusement.

"Then what was that thing with the Grand King, then?"

"Ignore him, Kageyama." You scowl at Tsukishima, getting agitated at him.

"Okay, (F/n)."

It was silent for a moment before you loudly, and ungracefully,  began to choke on your drink and Satoru began to berate Kageyama.

Thank the anime gods you didn't sit with them every lunch. You couldn't deal with this loudness.