Mirae pulled the curtains back when she saw bright headlights pull into the driveway. "Emiko," she called, "they're here, let's go!"

Grand-mama came rushing in holding a sheer shawl. She wrapped it around her shoulders.

"There you go sweetie, so you don't get cold on the way there."

"Thank you, Grand-mama."

Mirae peered around the corner as she slipped on her shoes. Emiko was being lectured by her Uncle.

"Okay, and rule number 7?" he asked making sure to cross his arms over his chest.

"Not to accept any food or drink that's been opened."

"Rule number 8?"

"Everything that I drink must come from a box or can. I will know it's not opened if I can poke the straw through and it makes a pack* sound or if I open the can and it makes the fssh* sound."

He grinned and then pulled her into a hug. "Alright, now go and have fun."

He yelled a goodbye and pushed the girls out the door.

They were leaning against the car, hands in their pockets as they talked. Once they heard the sound of heels against the pavement, they looked up.

"Damn," Kunimi whispered.

"The hell?" Kindaichi frowned.

"What do you guys think?" Emiko twirled in her dress, lifting the ends of her skirt. She faced them with a smile. "I got these dresses a couple years ago when my dad was in America. Can you believe they still fit?"

"She's lying. She spent an entire day cutting the stitches and making them bigger."

The boys were at a loss for words, obediently nodding to the rambling.

They wore long dresses with flowing skirts, cinched at the waist. Emiko's green dress was made from satin, risking a low neckline and thin straps. Mirae's dress was purple and made from chiffon. Her back was exposed and the straps for the dress went around her neck.

"Wait," Kindaichi stuttered, "you said your dress was going to be orange. That's why I'm wearing an orange tie."

"Did I say orange?" Emiko grinned slyly, "No, I'm pretty sure I said Green."

"No you didn't-"

"Here," Kunimi called. He walked over to the right side of the car and opened the glove compartment. He tossed Kindaichi a green tie.

"I told him," Mirae smiled sheepishly.

Emiko crossed her arms over her chest. "I wanted something, anything, to escape him for the night but no. I'm surrounded by traitors."

Kindaichi opened the car door and ushered in. "Come on, Date," he grinned.

Emiko blinked. "Nope. I have decided to ride my bike there. Mirae's coming with me, she'll ride on the handles."

"Oh shut it," Mirae pushed her in and got into the passenger seat.

Kindaichi and Kunimi were wearing plain white dress shirts and black skinny jeans that passed as formal wear. They had styled their hair so their bangs swept to the side and matched their ties to their date's.

Mirae controlled the playlist and the group belted out the lyrics to overplayed songs as Kunimi drove to Aoba Johsai. In twenty minutes time, they had arrived.

Mirae and Kunimi linked arms and began to walk. Kindaichi offered his hand to Emiko. She made a sour face then grabbed onto it.

The four of them walked into the gym and the entire atmosphere shifted.

The boys tried to ignore it. As athletes they were used to the stares and whispers no matter where they went. On the other hand, Mirae froze. This type of attention was different from walking into a tournament, it was the glares and side glances from people who wanted to see you burn.

Emiko's eyes widened as she sauntered in. "Whoa, they have a chocolate fountain!"

After showing their invitation cards, they walked to their table. Two familiar faces were waiting expectantly for them. Two new faces watched them curiously. 

Kyotani grunted.

When Emiko held up a peace sign he smiled.

"Emiko, Mirae" Yahaba greeted, "it's nice to see you two again."

"I remember you this time!"

"You'd better," he narrowed his eyes.

Emiko dropped in the chair and grinned at him. "You threw a tantrum and went to get validation from Kunimi and Watari!"

The two other boys at the table stifled a laugh. Mirae and Emiko shared a look.

One of them had light brown hair that was styled in sweeping waves. His light brown eyes watched them curiously, a wolfish grin on his handsome face. The second man was equally as attractive. His dark hair was spiked in random directions. His olive-coloured eyes verged in the middle of an intimidating glare and an interesting observance.

"Oh, these are our Upperclassmen Oikawa-san and Iwaizumi-san."

"Hi."

"'Sup."

Oikawa leaned over the table, the glint in his eyes shining brighter. "Not that I'm complaining but what in the world are you two wearing?"

"Yeah, Emiko, what in the world are we wearing?"

"Clothing? I don't know what you want to hear?"

Mirae huffed, dropping in her seat. She turned to the boys. "I told her that we should wear neutral coloured Kimonos like everyone else. But no, our dictator over here assured me that this was what people wore to catholic school events. I was an idiot and I listened to her."

"It is what we wear!" she slammed the table and then added on in a whisper, "in the western world."

"Oh forgive me," Mirae bowed mockingly, "I forgot we crossed the border out of Japan and into the western world. You freaking dictator!"

"This is a democracy!"

Everyone around the table stopped what they were doing, feeling the hairs on the back of their arms stand up. For such an angelic face, she had a temper. Kunimi held out a glass of water to her and lightly patted her head.

"Sorry, she brings out the worst in me."

"I don't blame you."

Oikawa glanced back and forth. "Oh my god," he whispered as realization dawned on him. He slapped Iwaizumi's arm repeatedly. "Iwa-chan! It's like a female version of us!"

"Yeah," he shifted away, "I kind of feel bad for you Mirae."

Oikawa's jaw dropped. "What are you talking about? Clearly I'm Mirae in this relationship."

Iwaizumi dropped his head on the table and groaned.

"So Oikawa-san, how have you been."

Kunimi was met with silence.

"Oikawa senpai, are you okay?"

Kindaichi was also met with silence.

Iwaizumi looked up "Oi, Shittykawa, we talked about this right before we came here. You can't be mad at them,"

"Wait, what did we do?"

Yahaba leaned over, "You guys remember the training camp at Shiratorizawa last year?"

"He's still mad about that?"

"We didn't have a choice; we didn't even know we were going. Coach accepted on our behalf."

"Traitor," Emiko gasped and patted Oikawa's back. "There, there. You should not have high expectations from these two."

Kindaichi glared and Kunimi kicked her from underneath the table.

"Ow, what the hell?"

"So how is everyone doing?" Mirae exclaimed, looking around the table. "Iwaizumi-san, you used to be on the volleyball team, right? What position did you play?"

Iwaizumi blinked, a light blush colouring his cheeks. "Wing spiker."

"He was the team's Ace," Oikawa added, "but he did a terrible job at it. If you were to ask me, I'd say our Ace was Matsun."

"He's a middle blocker."

"Fine then, Makki."

Iwaizumi smacked him. "This idiot was a setter and he was average."

"The disrespect you have for your team captain is disheartening!"

"Ex-team captain," Iwaizumi smirked. "What about you girls? Are you on any sports team?"

"Me? Play sports?" Emiko frowned. "Hell no. That requires too much time and energy."

Kunimi snorted and mumbled, "They won't even let you try out for the teams."

"I played setter on a volleyball team a few years ago. Now Emiko and I manage the boys' team."

"Wait," Iwaizumi frowned, "Coach let you guys have managers?"

"That's not fair! I begged him to let us have managers, but he refused me time and time again! Now you have two?"

"Oh no," Mirae shook her head, "we manage the Karasuno boys' team."

"Tch," Kyotani frowned.

"What?"

"Ew."

"You're ew," Emiko pointed. "I'll have you know our team is the opposite of 'ew', they're- quick, Mirae, what's the opposite of ew?"

"Yum?"

"Our team is not yum," she rolled her eyes with a scoff. "Damn useless."

Kindaichi grabbed the plate of cheese and crackers one of the waiters was walking by with and threw it on the table. "Eat up everyone!"

Emiko frowned. "Uncle Keishin said I can't eat or drink anything that isn't packaged."

"Sucks to be you," Kunimi smirked as he tauntingly pointed at the crackers and then chose one to eat.

Mirae dug into her purse and tossed her a bag of goldfish crackers. "I came prepared."

Her bottom lip trembled as she stared at her friend. "I don't deserve you."

"Me too," Kunimi poked her. She found another one and gave it to him.

"How many of those do you have in there?" Emiko asked with her mouth full. Kindaichi scooted his chair away from her. Mirae threw a napkin at her face.

Music played in the background and the new-found friends talked to each other. Emiko was showing Kyotani and Oikawa memes she created. Most of them were with Kageyama's face and Oikawa found those especially entertaining. He was excited to follow her meme account and even gave her a shout-out to his four thousand followers.

Yahaba was kidnapped by his fangirls not long after and was currently trying to escape them with no help from anyone. Kunimi and Kindaichi watched with amusement, ignoring his threats and instead choosing to video tape him. It was going to make an interesting conversation in the Seijoh groupchat later.

Mirae and Iwaizumi seemed to be the only mature and normal ones of the group. They turned to each other and bonded over careers related to sports.

"So, you stopped playing?"

She wrung her fingers together and looked away. "I still love the sport, that's one of the main reasons why I'm managing the boys' team. I would love to find a career related to it as well."

"I know what you mean. I'm on a university team right now, but I don't think I can continue professionally. I'm going to try getting into the health sciences."

"If you don't mind me asking, is there a reason for that?"

"Yeah," he nodded towards Oikawa, "He went through a rough period and hurt himself really badly while practicing. I spent a lot of my time watching over him but not being able to really do anything. If I can study and learn, then I can help other athletes."

"That's so sweet," she teared up. "He really is your best friend, isn't he?"

"Yeah he's a shit head but he's my best friend." Iwaizumi shook his head as he realized just how much it hurt to say this now. Especially since he was seeing less and less of his friend. "Well what about you? You've still got a couple years but what are you thinking of doing?"

"I think I want to get into the health sciences as well. On the team I'm the nutritionist. I make meal plans and search what type of training helps them best for their body types."

"Guess we're in the same boat," he laughed. "Who knows, maybe in the future we'll work together."

"That would be crazy-" she jumped hearing her phone buzz. Mirae reached into her purse and saw that Shoji was attempting to facetime her. "Oh no."

"Who's that?"

"My first year," she frowned. "I should probably take this before he barges in here. Hey, Emiko, I'm going to take this phone call."

"Take me with you!" she squealed. "I want to grab a bowl and fill it with the chocolate from the fountain."

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Introducing The Grand King and Seijoh's Ace player!

They're two of our favourite characters in all of Haikyuu!! <3

We hope this chapter made you laugh, and remember children do not eat or drink anything that doesn't make the pack* or fssh* sounds when you open it!

These were the inspirations behind Mirae's and Emiko's dresses:

^{Mirae's Dress}^

^{Emiko's Dress}^

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