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Magical Feelings

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“I want to go to Hogwarts too!” Natsu exclaimed.

Forming a tender pout with her small lips, she chose to cross her arms and remain still in the middle of the street, showing that she was really infatuated with the words recently expressed, while her older brother laughed when he saw the pout on her face and crouched down.

“And you will. But there's still a bit left for that," Hinata inquired, ruffling the hair of the small girl in front of him, whose orange tone was also characteristic of him, making both stand out no matter what crowd they were in, and evidencing that it was easy to guess that they were siblings, or at least that they were from the same family. “Why don’t you help me choose what to buy meanwhile?” he asked, hoping that his question would be enough to make her forget the fact that there were still two years left before she could attend classes at Hogwarts like him.

After taking into consideration the words she heard, the nine-year-old girl nodded and took her brother's hand to stop interrupting the path of all the students and their respective families who were passing from one place to another in Diagon Alley without following a specific path. The return to classes was around the corner and everyone had to buy the necessary artifacts so that the course and the stay in the castle were satisfactory. And while many carried piles of objects at the same time they were looking for their next acquisition, others preferred to let their parents be those in charge of the lists of materials. Natsu watched in astonishment around her, because even if that wasn’t the first time she accompanied her brother, each time she had less patience to finally be able to buy her respective items as well, although with her nine years, she already knew that she would probably inherit the majority of the items from his older brother, with whose left side of his body she collided because he suddenly remained completely still. The little girl with orange hair raised her brown eyes identical to his, only to see her brother totally fascinated with the store in front of them.

Which, she wasn't surprised to see that was Quality Quidditch Supplies.

His brother's favorite activity.

His first hobby.

His main fun.

His most important fascination.

The reason why their mother always scolded him.

The little girl only chose to snort, knowing that if her tender gaze didn't work on that occasion, her brother would make her stay in front of that store for the rest of the afternoon, or even worse, accompany him inside of it, which space was full of students at that time, since his brother wasn’t the only one obsessed with that sport of the magical world.

Natsu tugged the hand of his older brother, who for the first time in five minutes, turned his gaze from the window that showed the latest models of brooms, to rest on the small one next to him.

“Will you play this year?” she asked.

Although Natsu could choose to use his puppy face to ask him to leave, because every year half an hour was at least the time Hinata remained in that store, the reality was that he hadn't yet bought her the candy he promised, so she preferred to talk to distract him, although that didn't seem to work because little stars appeared around his brother's head.

“Of course I will!” his brother exclaimed in response, amazed.

Totally excited, he nodded quickly.

"I'll be the fastest chaser of all!" Hinata added releasing the hand of his younger sister to begin to wave his arms quickly and move as if he was really riding on his broomstick over the field, causing some people around him to turn to find the source of the excited shouts.
Natsu looked at her brother surprised, since from what she could remember, every time she had asked that question, Hinata had shaken his head and responded that they didn't accept players on the team unless they were from the last years, so it struck her that his brother nodded, until she realized that although his brother didn't look like it, he was in his last years of school.

The older of both continued moving, completely enthusiastic with the idea that that year he would finally do the try outs to try to be part of the team of his house that he wanted so much to belong, and for which he had been training during all summer, until his excitement was suddenly interrupted when he collided with the figure who had just left the store along with an obvious new broom tied to his back to let his hands carry bags with other objects. The orange-haired one fell to the floor and rubbed his ass to keep that part of his body from continuing to hurt him, but it was Natsu that interrupted the sudden change of atmosphere when she didn't hesitate to kick the leg of the one who collided with his brother accidentally, causing the new figure to drop the bags and scrub that area of his body while complaining.


After getting up, Hinata took her hand so that her younger sister wouldn't continue to evidence that kicking people was easier when part of her legs were freed for wearing a dress, but that didn't stop the girl from sticking out her tongue to the one who she kicked before, although she didn’t hesitate to hide behind his older brother when the unknown one fixed his piercing blue eyes on her after he stopped complaining. And both his height and his serious look were enough for Natsu to remain silent behind his brother.

“Ghaaaw! Did you just buy a broom? So cool! I bet it's a Nimbus 2020," the older of the two siblings suddenly asked, ending the small passive aggressive confrontation between the little girl behind her and the boy in front of him, who did nothing but pick the bags he had left fall after receiving a kick without warning.

"It's none of your business." he said.

Before the orange-haired one could complain about the reluctant phrase of the one in front of him, a voice interrupted him.


The boy in front of him removed his eyes from him when he heard his name, but his attention returned to focus on him when Hinata let out a gasp of surprise after realizing that he recognized the one his sister kicked, not only because they belonged to the same house and were in the same year, but because he remembered that he was Kageyama Tobio, a player who although known for his natural talent, wasn't accepted on the quidditch team because of his terrible attitude and excessive way of saying things.

"I know who you are!" Hinata shouted, pointing at him. "You are the one the team didn't allow to play!"

At the mention of those words, Kageyama secured the grip of his hands to the bags and frowned, although he was grateful that the orange-haired boy didn't call him by the nickname that those who had previously composed the team had put him, but the mere fact of imagining him saying it was enough to make him angrier.

"I will play this year." Kageyama announced, extremely confident.

“I'll try it too!” Hinata said with a smile, which disappeared as soon as he heard a sarcastic laugh.

“You?” the black-haired boy asked him in a bad way. He looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow. It wasn't possible that someone who had fallen to the ground by only colliding with him was able to withstand the force with which other quidditch players counted, not to mention that his height didn't favor him, given that no matter what position he wanted to play, to have long arms represented an advantage, one he clearly hadn’t. "Impossible," he articulated out loud.

That moment it was Hinata's turn to frown.

"I'll show you," he assured him.

"Try it," was all Kageyama said.

Continuing to carry the broom on his back and the bags in his hands, the black-haired boy looked at him contemptuously one last time before passing close to him to leave him alone, and Hinata stopped feeling tense once his sister took his hand, making him rest his eyes on her instead of the back of the one who had just underestimated him.

"You want me to give him another kick?" Natsu asked.

And she smiled when she heard her brother laugh, and then saw him shake his head.

"Don't worry, Natsu," he said along with a smile "I will face him in the right place."

The quidditch pitch.

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Daichi hit the heads of the three people who were known for being extremely loud and capable of getting the attention of anyone around them no matter where they were thanks to their exaggerated reactions, loud voices, and inability to remain silent for more than five minutes in a row. And Yaku giggled unavoidably before continuing to walk along with Daichi, not only because Nishinoya, Yamamoto, and Tanaka rubbed their heads after receiving a hit from the seventh year, but also because those seemed to forget the scolding after returning to being themselves, since the three didn't doubt to hug each other enthusiastically and exclaim how much they loved each other, not caring about being in the middle of the platform, interrupting the passage of all the others present, and also causing some first year students to wonder if they made the right choice on deciding to attend Hogwarts.

"You can't imagine how much I missed you!" Yamamoto exclaimed allowing true tears of emotion to run down his cheeks.

"An eternity has passed for our friendship!" Tanaka added, wiping away a tear after scrubbing his shirt against his face.

"Time doesn't matter, we will always be best friends!" Nishinoya found himself in the middle of the hug, which explained why his voice sounded covered, although that didn't prevent him from being heard anyway.

"Didn't all of us saw each other about two days ago?" Kinoshita asked, watching them from not so far away, but not too close to be able to stay away in case they tried to added him to the hug, wondering why the three friends greeted each other as if they hadn't seen each other during the holidays when in reality only two days passed since the last time they had gathered.

"You know how they are," Narita said by his side, not surprised at all.

The three friends only stopped tearing and commenting on how much they missed each other during the two days they passed one away from the other, when they heard a delicate melody that for them was what Kiyoko's voice represented, and although the sixth year trio continued to embrace each other, their attention was reposed on the girl whose face and personality they had fallen in love with since the first day they had seen her. They considered her to be perfect from head to toe, and although at that moment Kiyoko did nothing but walk past them, chatting with those who seemed to be girls of her own house and ignoring the presence of anyone else around her as well as the fixed gazes of those who also held volatile hearts around them, the three friends smiled awkwardly.

"As perfect as ever," Yamamoto said, resting his chin on Nishinoya's head because he felt he forgot how to stand.

"I think I'm in love again," the shortest of the three said with hearts in his eyes.

"We have been blessed," Tanaka added.

Suddenly the three heard giggles, and turned their eyes towards Kinoshita and Narita only to realize the two of them were laughing at the expression of indignation on Ennoshita’s face, who appeared and also raised an eyebrow before resting his gaze on the trio's embrace, which was finally broken because Nishinoya approached him.

“Chikara! How have your holidays been?”

“You mean these last two days because we had already seen each other?”

Nishinoya raised both thumbs showing approval anyway, and although Tanaka was the second to approach him to greet him, he only received a blank look from Ennoshita before he left after having spotted Sakusa walking while glancing around him with panic.

Tanaka didn't hesitate to try to follow him anyway, but a voice interrupted him.

"All students on board!" it was heard all over the platform.

And after those words, it turned impossible to try to approach him.

Nishinoya took him by the arm so that they would go towards the train like the others while some began to say goodbye to their relatives. Again they met with Daichi when they got on the train, making him grateful to see them because last time they almost left without them, and following the tide of students who wanted to look for a comfortable seat during the trip, they went to one of the many compartments while Yaku laughed because of the look of relief on Daichi’s face, even though he also remained alert like him because they knew that it was possible for the trio to be forgotten even if they were already on the train; while in another compartment not so far from theirs, Ennoshita took place next to Sakusa, who removed his mask from his mouth once they finally separated from the rest of the crowd composed of students and relatives, already beginning to feel better after not being surrounded by people anymore, which turned out to be his worst nightmare.

But the tranquility achieved by the both of them was interrupted when they heard a scream coming from the hallway.


And although they recognized the two-colored-haired student after he screamed in front of their door, they didn't doubt anyone else in the compartments did the same, since it was easy to distinguish his energetic tone. And said student didn't hesitate to stretch his arm in front of the one whose name he mentioned, rather shouted, to prevent him from entering the compartment to manage to cross a few words with him, who although expected to begin the return to classes in a calm manner, realized that that would only be a dream after resting his blue eyes on the one who observed him with a big smile of enthusiasm, which showed that he was grateful to have found him.

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi said greeting.

The older of the two extended his other hand to him.

"What is that?" the black-haired boy asked as he spotted what appeared to be something small badly wrapped in bluish paper on the palm of his hand.

"A gift for you. A reminder of my vacation," Bokuto said extremely anxious, since he hadn't been able to stop asking himself how he would react since he decided to give him a gift.

“Thank you.”

Akaashi took the gift and his eyes remained on what turned out to be a small whitish owl teddy with gray details, which suspiciously looked like the boy in front of him, who was watching him with his large and intriguing amber eyes.

"You like it? It remembered me of you because it's an owl like the one of your house," Bokuto said completely excited, although he frowned when he heard a hyena-like laugh coming from behind him, but Kuroo covered his mouth before deciding to dedicate an innocent smile to him that said to ignore his laughter.

“Bokuto-san, I like the gift, but the Ravenclaw animal is not an owl, but an eagle.”

At the mention of those words, the aforementioned let his knees touch the floor in an exaggerated manner before he took his head with both hands and tugged at his two-colored locks after realizing the huge mistake he made.

“I'm such a mess!” he exclaimed in a dramatic tone “Akaashi, you didn’t even smile!”

Despite frowning slightly at the mention of the last words, Akaashi assured him that even if the animal wasn't the one of his house, he still liked the gift that he bought for him, and although Kuroo couldn't stop laughing after seeing his best friend make a fool of himself because after seven years he didn’t seemed to have learned the animals that represented the different houses of Hogwarts, he stopped feeling his stomach clench because he couldn't breathe while laughing, when he felt that he himself cringed when he saw who had been behind Akaashi all that time.

Kenma, who kept looking at the ground despite he having his eyes on him.

"Kuroo, why didn't you tell me that the Ravenclaw animal is an eagle!?"

Bokuto was suddenly the one who appeared in his field of vision after getting up looking very offended, only to realize that even though he was in front of him, his best friend was not paying attention to him, and that his expression also seemed to have seen a ghost.

Although for Kuroo, what he saw, or rather who he saw, represented something worse.

Kenma was the one who ignored him during the three months of vacations and who didn't asked him how his trip went once he returned even though he didn't wished him luck before he left either. He was the one who instead of going to his house all the time as they were used to do during the last summers or since they had memory, and who instead of letting Kuroo appear in his house to force him to play quidditch with him, did only the opposite.

He didn't spoke to him or sought a conversation with him, nor presented himself at the meals that both families prepared together since their parents had been friends for a long time as well as neighbors, or bothered to ask him how he was doing or whether he wanted to do something, taking advantage of not having to study. Kenma ignored his entire existence during the summer, making Kuroo feel that it was his fault that his vacation had been completely different than he was used to.

But at that moment, Kenma made it clear that even if he wasn't making eye contact, he was still aware that the older one was watching him because he moved uncomfortably in his place. He felt totally uncomfortable and wished he could escape through one of the windows of the train even though it was already in motion, because although he knew that sooner or later it would happen, he didn’t expect to cross paths with Kuroo so soon. He felt himself locked and without escape, and although the affliction was evident in his face, he tugged gently the bottom of Akaashi's shirt, even though the black-haired one already understood that he didn’t want to be there.

Even being inside the compartment, Ennoshita was able to sense the tension.

“Thank you for the gift, Bokuto-san. I won’t lose it" was the only thing that Akaashi pronounced before resting his hands delicately on Kenma's shoulders to direct him towards the compartment to which he later entered to then close the door behind them, leaving the mentioned in the hall with a wide smile and what appeared to be stars in his pupils that already shone.

“Did you heard him, Kuroo? Akaashi said he won’t lose my gift," he said proudly.

But he didn’t get any response from the boy at his side.

“Kuroo?” he added, looking at him.

The one whose face was partially hidden behind black strands, remained looking at the floor with no expression on his face even though he previously didn’t mind laughing.

"Rejected," he said “Again.”

Bokuto put his hand on his shoulder, but they were suddenly surprised when a boy who didn’t hesitate to pounce on them and wrap his arms around their shoulders, exposed the piercing on his tongue by sticking it out and dedicating a big smile to both friends, who exchanged glances with each other and seemed to forget what happened after starting to rummage the hair of the newly added.

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After director Takeda enunciated one of his poetic and sometimes exaggerated, speeches on the return to classes that was followed by the draw of the new freshmen that now knew which of the four houses they belonged to, and later by a great and delicious welcome banquet, the students retired to their respective common rooms guided by the prefects to spend the first night at Hogwarts that year. Fortunately they were at the beginning of the weekend, so they wouldn’t have to carry books and attend classes until Monday morning, and although several took advantage of it by remained chatting with those they didn’t see during the holidays, to wonder where they traveled or what they did if they stayed at home; in the Ravenclaw’s Tower, in one of the many rooms occupied by young people belonging to that house, a black-haired boy accommodated his pillow for the umpteenth time after continuing trying and failing to find a comfortable position that would allow him to sleep, but he only managed to remain lay down when while turning to the other side, he glimpsed the owl teddy that he had left on the bedside table next to his bed.

The only window in the room was to the left of his bed just like the previous year, so he was used to sleeping facing the other side so that in the morning the sun wouldn’t be his natural alarm, but after not being able to sleep, he found no other choice but to look to that side, and in doing so, his eyes met the present that the two-colored-haired one specified to bring from his vacation, evidencing that he thought of him at least during that moment in the recess.

Akaashi put his hand between his eyes and the teddy to try to prevent his thoughts continue tormenting him, while in the bed in front of him, Kenma continued using the electronic device that illuminated his face and prevented the room to be completely dark, without realizing that in that way he managed to make it even more difficult for Akaashi to reconcile sleep, he being the first to ask him about that curious device with which he appeared on the platform, and therefore the first one to which he gave a short explanation about it even though the black-haired one could only understand that the rectangular black device was an item that his father had given him from a Muggle store on electronics, and that he only had to press a few buttons to distract himself with various games. Kenma seemed to have found in it a world in which to take refuge, and while Akaashi said he didn't understand how his eyes didn't hurt after being with that device lighting up his sight since they took place in the train compartment, not even releasing it while the first years were sorted in the different houses, Ennoshita didn't seem to be interested in the object nor give importance to it, since he seemed to consider himself the most fortunate after seeming to be sleeping.

Finally, Akaashi gave up and sat up in his bed.

He didn't know what time it was and didn't want to know either. He only knew that a long time had passed since they left the Great Hall, and that although the next day they didn't have to get up at any specific time or perform certain activities, he would start to get stressed anyway because he didn't want to know how many valuable minutes, if those had not turned into hours, he wasted so far after not being able to sleep.

“You can't sleep?” he listened.

He was surprised to hear the voice of the dyed blonde who continued to concentrate on the device in his hands, since he never really talk much, and hadn't almost released a word since he turned that article into an extension of him.


After a few seconds, the room of the three sixth-year boys was only illuminated by the light of the moon that pierced throught the crystals of the only window, since Kenma finally turned off the electronic device that seemed to have monopolized all his attention and interest for the whole day. However, he was used to observe a fixed point, so it wasn't a big difference that now he had an object in which to fix his golden irises.

"Me neither," he said.

In order to not awake Ennoshita with his talk, Akaashi opted to uncover and leave his bed to sit on the edge of his roommate's.

"Why can't you sleep?" he asked the one that despite having stopped using his console, kept the device lying on his chest.

“You should have deciphered it for this moment already.”

Akaashi had asked for simple courtesy, but as his roommate just mentioned, he was aware that both he and Kenma already knew that the second of them couldn't fall asleep for the same reason he seemed out of his mind, and even more silent than usual since the day had begun, not to mention that he also seemed very interested in not taking his eyes off the electronic device.

“It's him. Isn’t he?” It was enough that Kenma seemed to shrink even more so that Akaashi could confirm that the answer to his question was an affirmation "You knew you would meet with him sooner or later. Being able to avoid him while we have classes is not as easy as getting away from him during the holidays," he continued.

"Without counting the quidditch matches,"

Both friends suddenly turned their eyes to the one who suddenly joined the conversation, and who in less than a few seconds was sitting on the other side of Kenma's bed, showing that although he also tried to fall asleep, and perhaps managed to do it for a few minutes, he was also not passing his best sleep routine.

"And the Great Hall. And any part of the castle," Ennoshita went on.

"Minus our common room," Akaashi added, trying to be positive.

Ennoshita smiled sideways after hearing him.

"I'll never leave the room if necessary," Kenma said, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of the room.

Those sitting around him exchanged glances with each other. Ennoshita let out an exaggerated sigh before collapsing next to Kenma, and Akaashi took advantage of the one with dyed hair to find his legs extended to use them as a pillow and to lie down too.

"First night and none of the three manages to sleep. Could it be that the room is haunted? Or is it that our minds have already started to conspire again because being Ravenclaws means that our brains are functioning all the time? Even when we want to put out our thoughts for a few hours and try to unwind?" Ennoshita asked, looking at the ceiling, as did the other two along with him.

"Why can't you sleep?" Akaashi asked.

"I don't know," he lied "I just can't. I don't know, I feel annoyed," he added to try to be a little more honest with his roommates.

"Annoyed?" Kenma articulated without understanding his words.

And a little grateful that the conversation was no longer focused on him, because although he liked to chat with his friends spontaneously and inside he was glad he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep, he didn't want to continue thinking about the meeting on the train.

"Yeah, just ... annoyed. Why can't you sleep Akaashi?"

No one seemed to want to think much that night.

"If I ask you a question, would you answer me?"

"Yes, Akaashi, I'm prettier than you. It was time you accepted it," Ennoshita said raising his head to raise both eyebrows repeatedly and give a smile full of pride to the one who didn't hesitate to throw thim the pillow Kenma gave him to be more comfortable.

"Do you think I'm expressionless?" he asked.

Ennoshita stopped laughing, while for the first time since the black-haired one had sat on his bed, Kenma stopped keeping his gaze on the ceiling, to observe him. Since he knew exactly why he asked that question.

He wasn't the only one affected by the encounter on the train.

Bokuto was a person characterized by not caring how many people were around him. His tone of voice was loud enough so that anyone near or far away from him could hear him without any problem, and Kenma had been close to him to know that the Hufflepuff's captain, made a comment about the personality of his roommate that apparently it hadn't been overlooked although it hadn't been more than a couple of words expressed with innocence.

"I'm not who to say if someone is expressionless," Kenma said "And you shouldn't give it importance," he added mumbling, though Akaashi was able to hear him.

"You don't always have to be demonstrating what you feel or saying what you think. Sometimes, it's even better not to let your face go before you," Ennoshita linked his hands behind his head “And given the case you were expressionless, I would envy you."

"Why you say that?" the dyed blonde asked lying next to him, since Akaashi seemed to have lost his voice.

Although in reality, he had once again entered into his thoughts.

Should he worry about being expressionless? He was aware that he smiled little and that the features of his face had never been the friendliest or the most sympathetic, nor those that invited someone strange to have a casual conversation or give him a smile in return. But he didn’t consider that the fact of not showing his feelings or thoughts with expressions on his face didn’t mean that he had a brain and a heart just like everyone else.

Ennoshita's voice brought him back to reality.

“Nobody knows what goes through your mind.”

Was that a good thing?

Kenma opted to leave his electronic device aside, and like his two roommates, he remained silent, allowing the three of them to be distracted by their own thoughts that that night seemed to have agreed not to let them fall asleep in an easy way.

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Even though Yamaguchi was both anxious and nervous about the new year of classes that would increase his knowledge and skills in various areas, and even if a smile appeared on his face after glimpsing the Hufflepuff shield on his gray hoodie, he wasn't surprised when a yawn left his lips while heading towards the Great Hall, since he preferred for the holidays to continue since he just wanted to be able to sleep more hours instead of getting up early.

Besides, his day started thanks to his roommate waking him up to tell him that they should start the day with emotion as he had indicated every year when they started another year again, but Lev had fallen back asleep on his pillow seconds after uttering those words, while Yamaguchi laughed and got ready, deciding to let the other one sleep because there was still time for breakfast.

Contrary to what he had thought, he hardly spent the weekend with his best friend Tsukishima, with whom he shared several days of his holidays, not only because Lev and Koganegawa kept him busy while they told him about their holidays, but because he also helped the first years who had been sorted in his house to feel more comfortable, so when he entered the Great Hall and sighted the blond having breakfast without any company at the Ravenclaw's table, he moved his feet to approach him, until a hubbub that began to grow in a matter of seconds, caught him immediately after coming from the table next to that of his best friend, since Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were those houses whose tables were stuck in the center of the Great Hall. And he looked at it to see that it seemed to be a celebration, since some people hugged one person in particular and applauded with joy despite being early.

And despite continuing a little asleep, Yamaguchi opened his eyes completely when he realized that the person who continued to be embraced was Yachi, and after spotting half a cake in front of her, he understood that the reason for the celebration was her birthday, so he didn't doubt to hit himself in the forehead because the same thing always happened to him every year. During the last days of vacation he remembered that the blonde's birthday was approaching, and then he realized that he had completely forgotten when the day had already arrived and was in front of him.

He didn't have a gift but decided to congratulate her anyway, not only because they had become friends since both had been drawn in the same house and because letters were sent between them during the summer, but also because he believed that celebrating a birthday was nice for anyone, so, a little nervous, he took advantage that some dispersed to approach her and touch her shoulder with concern, and then smile sideways once she rested her eyes on him.

"Happy Birthday!" Yamaguchi exclaimed with a slight blush.

Yachi smiled broadly when she heard him.

"Yamaguchi-kun, thank you very much!" She exclaimed more than cheerful.

She quickly cut a piece of chocolate cake for him, but Yamaguchi was left confused when his two hands were occupied with plastic plates with cake on them.

"For Tsukishima-kun," Yachi added with a smile.

And he turned his gaze to where she did, only to realize that his best friend was watching them, although he pretended to find himself focused on the table when they both observed him.

"Thanks Yachi," Yamaguchi thanked her with a sincere smile, and only had to draw a few steps to sit in front of his best friend, who looked seriously at the plate that he slid in front of him "Yachi sends it, it's her birthday."

Tsukishima again looked at the portion of cake, and rested his elbow on the table as well as his cheek in the palm of his hand to become distracted and look away.

"I'm not hungry," was all he said.

Yamaguchi realized that perhaps his best friend's bad mood was due to the return to school and the end of the holidays, but he started a conversation with him anyway, since they hardly saw each other over the weekend and he wanted to know how he had had been in Ravenclaw, though he only received a few words in return.



Hinata let out a complaint.

He hadn't stopped wailing throughout the weekend since he discovered that the quidditch practices began the second week of classes and that therefore he wasn't allowed to enter the field,  much less even without being part of the team in an official way, his desire to ride on his broom only managing to grew quickly.

Inuoka, who was his roommate since first year, that being the reason why they became close as well as belonging to the same house, and who therefore was also the one in hearing all the complaints from the orange-haired one, chuckled again when he heard him wailing as they walked down the hall.

"Shouyou, we'll be able to play soon," he assured him when he saw him getting impatient.

Even though he couldn't blame Hinata, because although he himself turned to be a dedicated fan of the same sport, Hinata was the most desperate to play Quidditch even if they spent a few days playing it during the holidays. He also wanted to join his house team, so he couldn’t really blame the orange-haired one for wanting to play.

"I was so excited!" Hinata exclaimed, his shoulders drooping.

Inuoka patted him on the shoulder before they finally found the classroom in which they would have Charms, but he basically tripped over the one who had previously been complaining.

"Shouyou, don't stop so suddenly," he said "Shouyou?" He added when he realized that the orange-haired boy standing in front of him not only remained still, but also extremely quiet when he hadn't stopped talking all morning and the weekend.

"You!" Hinata exclaimed.

He didn't refer to Inuoka, but to another one who also knew his younger sister, although for a completely different reason.

Like several present in the class, Kageyama raised his head, and his frown as well as his serious blue eyes assured Hinata that he also remembered him and the few but certain words they said to each other in the Diagon Alley after Natsu hit him in the leg.

"You," Kageyama said.

Hinata collided with Inuoka when he pulled back, feeling that with his blue eyes, the black-haired one could destroy him without even standing up. He was able to intimidate whoever was without even putting a lot of effort into the action.

"You'll see that I will join the team!" Hinata exclaimed anyway.

The one with black hair arched an eyebrow when he listened to him while Inuoka remained confused.

"I will achieve it more easily, and before you," Kageyama assured him.

"You could never win against me!"

"Of course I could!"

Inuoka failed to contain Hinata even though he didn't understand what they were talking about, because although he could also remember Kageyama after having shared some classes with him, he didn't remember that he and the orange-haired one had spoken before, but no matter what he tried to calm him down, Hinata didn't hesitate to approach Kageyama, getting the attention of the others present in the class to be put on them, since it was ridiculous for them that two people from the same house challenged each other.

"To try to defeat me, you must first make sure you join the team," Kageyama stated, eyeing him with a frown.

Hinata knew the exact meaning of those words.

The anger was evident in his face, and he didn't notice that the teacher of the subject that they would have, arrived. Hinata could accept being judged by his way of playing, but he would never accept being talked about in a derogatory way when the one in front of him never saw him riding on his broom.

"Of course I'll join the team!" Hinata shouted.

The only adult in the classroom fixed his attention on him after his tone of voice was highlighted.

"Shouyou, you will make us be scolded," Inuoka murmured approaching him.

"I'll join the team! And I will achieve it much more easily than you!"

The words of both of them were a ping pong of phrases that made the other lose even more patience after perceiving the determination that surrounded them and the confrontation that they were willing to continue despite being from the same house. And Hinata was more than willing to open his mouth to answer again no matter that Inuoka had rested a hand on his shoulder, but the voice of the only adult in the classroom interrupted him.

"Gryffindor, twenty points less for the fuss," he determined.

Both declared enemies forgot that their way of developing inside the class would affect the rest of the people who were in their house after the race for the Cup of the Houses had already started, and Inuoka and the others who carried the red color in their uniforms as well as gold, let out a sigh.

However, Hinata and Kageyama didn't break eye contact, the competition between the two hardly considered begun.




Hinata didn't take his eyes off the plate loaded with food in front of him. He had the chance to choose any food that made water in his mouth and he even chose to serve several servings of his favorite foods, but strangely, that night he seemed to have lost his appetite no matter how used to being one of the people who ate the most he was. He could feel that several of those present at his table were watching him because the clocks of the houses that kept track of the points were already arranged again so that all the students could observe them, and it wasn’t usual for a teacher to remove points the first day of class, being that the reason why Gryffindor was already at a disadvantage compared to the other three houses. Inuoka was also looking at him, although unlike the others, because he was worried, since he didn’t think that such an enthusiastic personality and vivid energy like he had, could get transformed in an angry attitude as easily as he had, so he decided to start a conversation with him, since in addition, since the episode developed in class, he didn’t open his mouth many times more.

“Why do you know him?” Inuoka asked, still confused.

“Natsu kicked him for colliding with me in Diagon Alley,” Hinata said, and Inuoka made a huge effort to not laugh after hearing those words “He said it's impossible for me to get into the team," he added, and immediately Inuoka understood why he seemed to be affected, since even he had been present when on multiple occasions members of the official teams made fun of him because of his height and the complexion of his body when they noticed him with his broom in hand.

The brown-haired one momentarily diverted his attention from Hinata to rest his eyes on the other one involved in the matter, who at that moment was sitting in one of the corners on the other side of the table, dining without talking to anyone. His serious face and severe look showed that he wasn't a person who liked to be surrounded by many people, reason that also explained, why despite having shared several classes with him, and being from the same year and same house, they only knew him for being the one who had been rejected the previous year by the official Gryffindor team.

“Hello, sorry to bother you,”

Inuoka regained his concentration when he heard a voice close to him, and opened his eyes like two large plates when he sighted the one who had approached Hinata and also addressed him, while his roommate did nothing more than observe the black-haired boy who invoked a great presence with just his appearance, and who like them, wore the uniform with the same colors because he also belonged to Gryffindor.

“Don't worry about the points, they are easy to recover, and even more us being Gryffindors. Soon everyone will forget and I'm sure others will be responsible for losing more points for our house," he said rolling his eyes, seeming to be thinking of certain people he knew “But others will also recover them.”

Hinata was surprised to hear him, since knowing he was the prefect for that year, he expected a scolding for what he had done as three adults from the faculty already did. Meanwhile, Inuoka interspersed his gaze between them, not understanding how it was possible that his roommate wasn’t jumping with emotion throughout the Great Hall.

"Thank you," was the only thing the orange-haired boy managed to say.

The seventh year one only smiled sideways before returning to sit in his place.

“Shouyou!” Inuoka exclaimed as soon as he left. Hinata looked at him confused as he did not understand why he shouted his name if they were sitting side by side “Don’t you know who he is?” his best friend asked.

Inuoka still didn’t understand how it was possible that Hinata didn’t recognized the boy who approached to speak to him, because although he was aware that the orange-haired boy had a hard time focusing his attention on anything, Quidditch was something in which he was always thinking of, so he wondered how it was that he didn’t known who was the one that came to them seconds ago.

“The prefect?” Hinata asked hesitantly.

Even if that was true, Inuoka took him by the shoulders anyway.

"Sawamura Daichi, the new captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team!" he said.

And with those simple words, the orange-haired boy hugged his belly and felt like going to the bathroom.



While Hinata spent the night wondering how he didn’t manage to recognize the captain of the Quidditch team of his house, which he wished to be able to enter after presenting himself in the try outs and then play in the matches against the other houses in order to be able to take the Quidditch Cup with his own hands once they came out as champions, said captain didn’t think he would fulfill his role as leader both inside the field and outside of it so soon.

Yamamoto and Tanaka were walking down the aisle without worrying about knowing they were arriving late to classes, since they considered that exchanging words about how beautiful Kiyoko was, continued to sound more important to them than having perfect attendance, till they were suddenly forced to stop and again focus their heads on the present instead of allowing their thoughts to continue among the clouds, since two people who were characterized for not being nice, although for being equally friends like the two of them, turned out to be walking on the opposite side of the corridor, so the four of them remained quiet when they met, realizing that if they continued advancing, eventually they would cross. And both Tanaka and Yamamoto didn’t hesitate to start doing the typical weird faces that characterized them when they wanted to scare or even intimidate people they didn’t like, and which probably would have served to do so to a lost freshman, but not to those in front of them, because after all, it wasn’t the first time that they faced each other both inside and outside of the field of quidditch.

Futakuchi Kenji and Yahaba Shigeru.

Students of the same year as them, belonging to the house of Slytherin and the quidditch team of the same, which made them their eternal and sworn rivals.

"Lizards," Yamamoto articulated to annoy them.

"Puppies," Yahaba countered.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and Futakuchi arched an eyebrow before smirking amused.

Both students who wore a green shield with a silver serpent drawn on their uniforms, were similar to each other not only because they had the same colors on their clothing, or because both had brown eyes and light brown hair, although of different tones and different fringes, but because the two were characterized by smiling with intentions that were always considered dishonest, by squandering egomania in their words, by acting through sarcasm, by their contemptuous looks, and by their arrogant and competitive personalities.

And just like Yamamoto and Tanaka, it was rare to see them separated.

The four remained silent mutilating each other with their eyes, until they heard voices near them that interrupted their visual fight.

“Why is it that the two of you always try to pick a fight?” Kuroo articulated.

The seriousness in the sixth year duo of Slytherin only increased when they heard him, and they didn’t observe in a good way the Gryffindor member who was at his side, and who although knew that the two of them would do nothing but continue to watch him without a trace of any sympathy in the features of their faces, however, approached the duo of those who belonged to his own house to rest his hands on their shoulders and force them to make a small bow.

"I'm sorry, they never know when to shut up," Daichi said in the name of the duo.

The sixth-year duo of Slytherin remained crossed arms.

"You also apologize," Kuroo said, staring at them.

Resembling five-year-old grouchy children instead of sixteen-year-olds, both Yahaba and Futakuchi continued with a frown and refused to open their mouths to make an apology, and although they planned to continue with their heads held high and therefore with their ego intact, as well as with their arms crossed, both protested when their shoulders were surrounded by arms.

"Come on," said the one who suddenly joined the conversation, though he was the only one to smile animatedly as he interposed his gaze between those two at his sides “Say sorry.”

The sixth-years duo were aware that it was convenient for them to listened to him, so they murmured their apologies, and the one who embraced them who was characterized for having gray hair but most of all by the mole under his left eye, gave a funny giggle after seing the stunned faces of the duo that belonged to his same house.

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Sugawara Koushi.

Seventh-year student, belonging to the Slytherin house, and a prefect as sweet as chaotic. He was always seen with a smile on his face no matter what situation he was in or who he was chatting with. He had become close to Kuroo not only because they were both from the same year and house, or because they shared a room since their first year, but also because they were both Quidditch fans, both of them belonging to the Slytherin team although with different roles, which had allowed the gray-haired one to watch the players polish their individual skills, and therefore, know them and have conversations with them, which explained why at that time Yahaba and Futakuchi didn’t get mad at him even though he made them apologize and leave their egos aside, because although he was preceded by a reputation that made it clear that although his face seemed to have been sculpted by angels, his personality could match that of a demon if he wasn’t heard or his words weren’t followed with attention.

"I'm sorry, it's easy to lose sight of them," Suga inquired once he stopped hugging the pair of sixth-year friends.

Yamamoto and Tanaka turned their eyes to the one who had also made them apologize, and who had suddenly seemed to lose his tough character after remaining stupefied.. Kuroo simply avoided laughing when he covered his mouth with his hand, since he knew that although Daichi had never crossed words with Suga before, he was totally in love with him.

Being on the same year, Daichi shared some classes with Suga, and although he had had several opportunities to get close to him, since they also had friends in common, like Kuroo, he never had the courage to start a conversation between them, because as sure of himself as he seemed, the one belonging to Gryffindor could also become shy, and besides, whenever he decided that day was the right one to talk to him, the one with gray hair was busy talking with someone else. He always watched him carry an animated smile on his face, and it was easy for him to recognize when both were in the same place.

That moment was the first time the Slytherin member spoke to him and was close enough so that Daichi could appreciate his hazel eyes, and he wasn’t prepared for Suga to be the one to finally start a conversation with him, so even though he opened his mouth several times, he couldn’t answer anything.

"Well, you know what they say, Gryffindor and Slytherin, eternal rivals," Kuroo interrupted after seeing the state of his friend as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and managed to remove him from the state of stupefaction in which he submerged himself.

Suga laughed when he heard him.

"Nobody has to be anyone's rival, Kuroo," he said.

Both Yamamoto and Tanaka laughed at the still present stupor in the face of that of their own house, and Futakuchi and Yahaba didn’t hesitate to think that they were mocking them, but Suga pushed them gently to the other side so they wouldn’t try to attack them again.

“See you later, I'll take these troublemakers to their classes” the gray-haired one said taking the pair of friends with him.

Tanaka and Yamamoto burst out laughing when Daichi hit his face with both hands when he realized that he missed another opportunity to continue the conversation with the one who had already made his presence invisible, and Kuroo laughed too.

“You also go to your classes.”

The sixth-year duo felt chills go through their bodies when the dark brown eyes of the same one in their house focused on them, and theystarted to run because they were aware that making him angry wasn't something pleasant for anyone.

"I'm a mess," Daichi added when he found himself alone with the Slytherin of his seam year.

“I consider a miracle you didn't faint,”

Kuroo raised his hands innocently and smiled amused when Daichi glared at him.




Yamamoto and Tanaka turned their escape from Daichi into a race to see who could arrive to the classroom first -although that didn’t mean the class already had started more than half an hour ago- but suddenly Tanaka stopped when he spotted a black hair head and a Ravenclaw uniform at one of the corridor intersections. Yamamoto also stopped when he noticed that his friend stayed behind, but he resumed his way to the classroom when Tanaka mentioned that he could take the race, and simply disappeared down the other corridor.

“Ennoshita!” Tanaka shouted so that the other wouldn't continue walking down the hall.

The one who carried three books in his arms turned around when he heard that he was called, and was surprised to recognize the voice and to see the Gryffindor who was approaching him in a hurry, and who seemed to have been running after breathing through his mouth several times in a row.

“Why were you running?” He asked him with an arched eyebrow.

Tanaka formed a disguised pout whit his lips when he wasn’t receive with a big smile or some sort of nice greeting.

“I was doing a race with Yamamoto. And of course I was winning,” he said, changing his face for a big smile of pride, at which Ennoshita only raised an eyebrow.

"You should be on time for classes," he expressed “And I have to go to one now, and I don’t plan on running because I'm late, so see you later.”

Ennoshita didn’t allow Tanaka to add anything else, since he didn’t hesitate to turn around after expressing those words and turning his back on him to continue on his way.

The Gryffindor let out a weary sigh, wondering why the one who happened to be from his same year but from a different house, didn’t took his time to greet him or even ask about his vacation, even if only two days had passed from when they saw each other on Yamamoto’s house and then in King Cross’ Station. But since the time in the platform, Ennoshita acted reluctant to him, and he didn’t understand the reason because he didn’t remember doing something that could annoy him in any way.

Tanaka thought to follow him anyway, but the voice of his best friend stopped him.

“Ryuu!” Nishinoya called him “Professor says he will lower points to Gryffindor if you don’t come, and neither of us wants Daichi to get mad," he added, taking him by the arm to drag him along with him.

Although he stopped when he saw his best friend’s face.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Tanaka took a few seconds to answer, and preferred to shake his head and give him a smile to indicate that he was okay, although he knew he wasn’t.



“You got a weird face,” Suna said when he saw the boy who was wearing his same colors.

Ennoshita looked up when he heard the one with whom he had agreed to come together to attend their next class.

"I guess I'm not excited about class," he mentioned.

The one who also held books with his hands only chose to observe him out of the corner of his eye instead of adding another word when they started walking side by side. It turned out that they were heading towards to one of the subjects that had always been Ennoshita's favorite, so his housemate wondered what it was that had him so distracted that he didn’t took his time to invent a better lie.



Ennoshita approached Akaashi once the class ended, having made it clear to Suna that his strange expression was due to something else and not to his no emotion for the subject, since when sitting with him, he was able to saw him enjoying the class, and even got twenty points for both answering questions.

Suna gave him a look, and left the classroom anyway.

"Akaashi, I forgot to ask you about something," Ennoshita inquired as the others continued to leave the class.

"Yes, I'll lend you my book so you can study," said the other one.

"I know that," he said as they both approached the door “I wanted to know why you asked that question when none of the three could sleep at night. Remember, about if we consider you expressionless?”

Akaashi watched him.

Neither of them remembered having continued chatting after Ennoshita was the last to speak, because even though at first the three of them were lying in the same bed for not being able to sleep, ironically, they ended up falling asleep before any of the three would like to continue chatting.

"It's not common for you to worry about what others think, that's why I was surprised to hear you," Ennoshita added after feeling that he should explain why he was still thinking about that talk.

Both stopped walking before leaving the classroom.

"I don’t know," Akaashi replied, not knowing what else to say.

Ennoshita glimpsed a certain change of expression on his face, so he chose to smile sideways.

"Whatever it is that is making you think about that kind of problem, don’t give it more importance," he expressed, making his housemate watch him surprised “The people you really care about will want you in their life no matter if you are expressionless or not. I don’t need you to be smiling all the time or telling me that you want me twenty-four hours to know that you love me more than Kenma and that you would prefer me over him no matter what time I asked.”

A tiny smile appeared on Akaashi's face.

However, the curvature of his mouth disappeared as soon as they left the classroom, as they ran into a boy with two-colored hair that as it used to be, was accompanied by his best friend whose uniform showed the colors of Slytherin.

“Bokuto-san, shouldn’t you be in your class?” Akaashi asked.

“Akaashi! You know I don’t like to stay in the classroom when I get bored!” Bokuto shouted, leaving his words as an evidence of his actions since he had remained outside the class of the sixth year for more than ten minutes to wait for him to leave.

Kuroo's classes started in half an hour and he took the opportunity to see his best friend walking quietly in the corridor to ask where he was going and why he wasn’t in the indicated classroom having classes like the rest, and he took the chance upon hearing that he was on his way to Akaashi's class, which also turned out to be one that Kenma attended. However, the one belonging to Slytherin only had to be satisfied to see from afar the tinted hair of the blond of whom he had sought, since he quickly left when he saw him at the door of his classroom. Kenma made it clear that he didn’t want to meet him again or be near him.

Ennoshita and Kuroo started to talk to each other while Akaashi continued to observe in disbelief the one who left his class only because it was boring.

“I wanted to know if you liked the gift,” Bokuto said.

“The owl teddy?”

Bokuto complained loudly and shook his head repeatedly.

“I still can’t believe I got confused!” He exclaimed, angry at himself after having confused the animal of the one belonging to Ravenclaw.

Akaashi held his books against his chest.

"Even if it's not an eagle, I still like it," he said, making the two-colored-haired one stop being annoyed to replace the anger with a big animated smile.

“Really??” He asked enthusiastically.

Akaashi nodded, but remained totally tense when Bokuto suddenly hugged him after hearing that he really liked the teddy he had given him. Both Ennoshita and Kuroo directed their eyes towards them, the first because he knew how reluctant his partner could react to physical contact, and the second because he had mentioned more than ten times to his best friend that he should control himself when being near Akaashi.

“I'm glad you liked it, Akaashi!” He exclaimed.

The sixth-year one was forced to press the books even more against his chest.

It wasn’t the first time that Bokuto wrapped his arms around him, and he even started doing it less often since last year when Kuroo mentioned to his best friend that sometimes a hug wasn't pleasant for everyone, although Akaashi didn’t knew that. So he was surprised when the two-colored-haired one hugged him, since he didn’t wait for him to do it. And he continued to feel strange when Kuroo approached them with a confused smile on his face, and gently separated his best friend from him. Bokuto continued to smile broadly, while Ennoshita didn’t take his eyes off his best friend, who was still silent and still.

"Well, we're leaving," the only Slytherin present said, resting his hands on the shoulders of the only Hufflepuff to drag him along with him, but not before letting Bokuto greet at them when he waved his hand energetically.

Ennoshita was still watching him.


Could the books against his chest dull the quick beating of his heart?

His entire body tensed as he was surrounded by the formidable arms that characterized Bokuto, but no trait of his face changed. And yet, he could feel the beating of his heart at full speed, and a wave of nerves running through his body as if it was a race. He became unaccustomed to Bokuto's embraces, but not to what they provoked in him.




"Next time I'll drag you around the castle if you need to understand." Iwaizumi continued tugging at Oikawa's shirt, who could barely follow in his footsteps, and continued to scold him after saying the password to enter the common room of the house they both belonged to “They told you to rest, not to try harder. What part of practices starting next week haven’t you understood? You aren't the only one who wants to play Quidditch, but apparently you're the only fool enough who doesn’t understand that rest time is important.”

Iwaizumi knew his best friend too well, so when he didn’t find him eating lunch in the Great Hall like everyone else, he didn’t have to take a full tour of the Hogwarts territory as he only had to go to the parks to check that Oikawa didn’t plan to stop training or wait until the beginning of the practices to get back in shape. And Iwaizumi also knew the reasons why he tried harder, so he didn’t hesitate to interrupt the training of his best friend, whom he discovered running, to take the front of his shirt and let him know that the next time he wouldn’t doubt to block his road no matter what took him to do it.

Oikawa finally crossed his arms when Iwaizumi released him once they stopped in the corridor of the rooms.

"I have to make an effort," he declared.

"And I know why you think you should, it but it's not like that," Iwaizumi reiterated.

Iwaizumi didn’t really believe that the new position of his best friend in the team had to do with his obsession with training, since Oikawa was like that since he could remember, and even though he knew he would never stop to try to reach his own limits in a bad way, he was determined to prevent Oikawa from forcing himself further.

Oikawa simply decided to sigh.

"I love that you care about me, Iwa-chan," he teased.

The other detected a slight instinct of sarcasm in those words, but also another one of seriousness.

Instead of saying something, Iwaizumi simply pointed to the room. Oikawa rolled his eyes, realizing that he wouldn't escape from his best friend to return to training. A few more laps around the stadium was never a bad idea.

However, exercise ceased to be his main concern, because although he opened the door of the room slowly because he was focused on watching Iwaizumi so that at least his serious gaze tried to intimidate him, he didn’t prevent the seconds from being enough for him to both he and his best friend, to remained stupefied after seeing how Matsukawa and Hanamaki separate suddenly after not anticipating being interrupted in the middle of their session of heated kisses.

Oikawa shook his jaw.

The two of them were laying down in the bed of the first of them, and Hanamaki covered his more than evident blush as Matsukawa smiled more than amused by the sudden change of environment, and by the drastic turn of the situation.

“Makki! Mattsun!” Oikawa shouted, totally euphoric.

Suddenly he began to applaud without stopping and didn’t hesitate to run at full speed towards his two friends to pounce on them without shame, while Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at the glimpse of his best friend's exaggerated behavior, and closed the door of their room.

“Don't be annoying, Stupidkawa. Not that it's news that we just saw," he said, throwing himself into his own bed.

Oikawa replaced his animated smile with a face of confusion and a serious look of accusation directed towards his best friend.

“Did you already know Iwa-chan?!”

"I discovered them in the same situation a month ago when I went to Makki's house," he replied nonchalantly.

The mentioned one hid his face in both hands when he remembered how he had been surprised together with Matsukawa by an innocent Iwaizumi who decided to visit him by surprise, only to end up being the one who took an even bigger surprise.

“Why did nobody tell me?!” Oikawa exasperated and crossed his arms, still lying on the bodies of his friends.

Matsukawa gave a funny laugh and put an arm around Hanamaki's shoulders to draw him towards him.

"Because we knew you would act this way once you discovered it," he said with a smile on his face.

“Mattsun!” Oikawa reproached “Makki!” He shouted even louder, seeing the boy next to the first one.

For the first time since Oikawa and Iwaizumi came to the room, Hanamaki stopped hiding his flushed face behind his hands.

"I wanted to tell you, but Mattsun said it was better if you discovered it for yourself because he wanted to see your reaction," he confessed.

Those words were enough for Oikawa to steal a pillow and start hitting with it the two of them for not telling him about the apparent relationship between them. Iwaizumi didn’t hesitate to throw one at him from where he was, only to receive another pillow in return.

"Now I want to know all the details," Oikawa inquired, resting his elbows on the space he managed to create between the pair that left in evidence to be more than friends, to support his chin on his knuckles and observe them totally delighted with the carefree smile of Matsukawa and the slight blush of Hanamaki.

“Are you sure you want to know all the details?”

“How can you be with a dirty like him, Makki?” Oikawa asked when he heard Matsukawa speak, who did nothing more than bring closer the boy whose lips he already knew well enough to kiss him on the forehead and make him blush again “Will I have to sleep in another room from now on?”

"Don’t you dare leave me alone with them, Oikawa." Iwaizumi said threateningly.

“You have no opinion here, Iwa-chan! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” He shouted turning around to see the one who was watching the ceiling of the room.

“They asked me.”

“Mean, you're all mean!"

Oikawa suppressed his cries of exasperation after hiding his face in the bed.

Hanamaki laughed at his words, while Iwaizumi continued to see the ceiling with a frown, knowing that Matsukawa's gaze was resting on him. He crossed his arms even while lying down, and pressed his lips in a sign of disgust because he knew the true meaning of that look.

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Kuroo blinked several times, realizing that for the umpteenth time, he let his thoughts drag him somewhere else except where he should be: focused on the book in front of him. He thought that deciding to study in the library would help his attention to focus on the paragraphs to be learned, but the silence and atmosphere of tranquility around him only gave him a little push to still be distracted.

His head only projected a single image: Kenma.

He couldn’t stop thinking about him and he wasn’t trying to stop either.

The urgency he felt to cross words with him grew more and more, and so far he didn’t achieve anything that could help him calm down, since every time he crossed paths with the one with blond hair and black roots, he ran away from him as fast as he could, and Kenma wasn’t a person known for being active even if he was in the Ravenclaw’s quidditch team, so that only meant that he really didn’t want to see him. Whether by accident as on the train, or purposely as in the classroom door, Kenma avoided him at all costs, leaving him with words in his mouth and guilt on his shoulders.

“I knew you would be here.”

Kuroo stopped seeming to be lost after Daichi took place in front of him.

The Slytherin smiled sideways when he saw that it was him.

“Were you looking for me?” He asked with a playful smirk.

“Today you were distracted in class, and that usually doesn’t happen to you, so I wanted to know if you were fine," he said.

"Daichi, did I just hear you worried about me?" Kuroo smiled haughtily, and Daichi giggled when he heard him. However, the one belonging to Slytherin remembered that Kenma wasn’t the only image in his head that was preventing him to focus on his study “In fact, can I ask you a question?" The one with brown eyes nodded “How did you manage to get Tanaka and Yamamoto, and Nishinoya, to listen to you?" He asked. Daichi looked at him in surprise, waiting for him to ask about something else “You make them listen to you. Tanaka and Yamamoto seem to control their temper when you tell them. It's possible to say that the same thing doesn’t happen when I try it with Yahaba and Futakuchi." Kuroo added.

The Gryffindor realized that his friend was thinking about the small exchange of words and contemptuous looks that the sixth years of their houses had shared, and that while Yamamoto and Tanaka listened attentively and even fled from him when he remained serious, it wasn’t the same situation with Futakuchi and Yahaba, who seemed reluctant to listen to who was sitting in front of him at that moment.

"I suppose my seriousness helps me," Daichi inquired, not knowing what else to say “Although, since I've been named captain of the team, they seem more susceptible to listening to me than before. But I guess it’s because I’m prefect too.”

The captain of the previous year left him the position of leader of the team of quidditch, reason why Daichi became the new captain and that year would be his first and last fulfilling that roll. He didn’t doubt that those who composed the team last year would continue to do so that year, so he believed that Yamamoto and Tanaka, who had been part of the team since last year, and Nishinoya since he was in fourth year, had begun to respect him much more since they learned that he would coordinate them both on and off the field.

Kuroo simply stared at the book in front of him for a few seconds.

He thought to say something, but chose to smile and rest his eyes on the boy in front of him.

"You know, you've started coming to the library more often since I told you that sometimes Suga accompanies me to study," he decided to say, changing the topic.

Daichi was paralyzed to hear the name of the other belonging to Slytherin, and then hit his own face with one hand.

"I still think I'm a fool," he said.

"And the brave man becomes a coward," Kuroo smiled arrogantly when he played with a quality of the house to which his friend belonged.

It had been easy for him to discover that Daichi was interested in his roommate, not only because he was watching him all the time whenever the gray-haired one was present, but also because Daichi started asking him questions about Suga; what he did after classes, what his personality was like, and if he thought it was a good idea to approach him. Daichi was sweetly obsessed with him, and Kuroo loved being able to bother him about it.

"I’m going to be able talk to him without ruining it, you'll see," the determined Gryffindor announced.

Kuroo had already forgotten all the times he had heard him say that phrase.

And while Daichi continued to assure him that soon would arrive the day he could have a conversation with Suga, Kuroo couldn’t help but lose himself in his thoughts again. Because although he liked the fascination that Daichi felt for Suga, he couldn’t help but think how much he envied him despite Daichi not being able to speak to the gray-haired one, because at least he didn’t know if Suga would reject him or not; while it was clear to him that Kenma was looking to elude him in all possible ways.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he missed him, and how different his situation would be if he hadn’t let himself be carried away by his heart, and commit what it turned out to be the worst mistake of his life, even if he didn’t consider it one.

“And what did Daichi tell you?” Daishou asked before throwing the quaffle back.

After have been doing the same for the last five minutes, Kuroo easily caught the ball.

"That being the new captain helps him," he replied, throwing the quaffle at him.

Both belonged to the Slytherin quidditch team, so they believed that a free afternoon could be used to make short-range passes between the two, since the practices would begin in a few days.

“Ironic,” Diashou chuckled. He returned the ball, and Kuroo held it in his hands for long seconds “The fact that Futakuchi and Yahaba didn’t listen to you in a simple discussion has affected you more than you wanted, hasn’t it? You are deeply in your thoughts," he added when he saw him looking at the quaffle with a conflictuos expression.

Daishou knew him from head to toe not only because they were roommates, but because they belonged to the same house and quidditch team, and also because as weird as everyone seemed to think, they were close friends, even though they would never admitted out loud, so he knew the boy that was with him was distracted, thinking of situations that already had happened.

"It only bothers me," Kuroo said, throwing the quaffle back at him.

“Don't think about them anymore. They don’t listen to anyone anyway. Why do you think last year we didn’t win the House Cup? They subtracted more points than they have added by behaving the way they did. It's not something specific against you,” Daishou assured him.

“I know, but I am-

"It doesn’t matter who you are," he interrupted, knowing what he was going to say “If they listen to you, they listen to you. If they don’t, they don’t. It's as simple as it sounds. And if problems start, you know what you can do.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes, managing to receive the quaffle with more intensity in exchange for that gesture.

“Don’t roll your eyes. You must get used to that now I will bother you even more than before.”

Daishou managed to make his friend smile sideways, and was forced to receive the ball with the same power with which he had thrown it.

"I hope you two are not straining," they listened.

Suga gave them a nice smile when they rested their eyes on him, and after throwing the ball up sometimes, Daishou threw it at him, who caught it perfectly and didn’t hesitate to join the small activity after dropping his backpack on the grass and throw it to Kuroo, who momentarily let himself be distracted with his two roommates.

Nishinoya ran at full speed through one of the many corridors that made up the castle, quickly moving away from the place where he heard that laugh that caused chills and emotion at the same time. He looked back for a few seconds and continued walking swiftly, not caring that some people were observing him strangely. He wanted to find Tanaka and Yamamoto since it was always more fun when one of them was present, but the desire to find one of his friends disappeared when he spotted a tall boy with the Hufflepuff uniform that was in the middle of the hall reviewing one of his books. His eyes sparkled and he stuck out his tongue as if he was totally amused before running towards him.

“Asahi-san!” he screamed enthusiastically.

The aforementioned was totally confused when he suddenly spotted Nishinoya hiding under his tunic. The one of smaller height always found some opportunity to take advantage of the great stature of him to his favor.

“Protect me, Asahi-san!”


The one who always wore his brown hair tied in a ponytail from behind, and had a bit of beard on his chin, was the opposite of what he seemed to be by his exterior, because unlike his appearance and his tall stature that managed to give a chaotic appearance, he was kind and gentle. Very rarely did he get angry, and anyone who knew him could claim that he was a good person.

And the person who had just used his tunic as a hiding place, turned out to be the complete opposite of him. Nishinoya was easily known for his energetic character and compulsive personality, as well as for his lack of ability to sit still or quiet for a long time in one place. He always got into trouble, and making jokes with his closest friends was one of his favorite pastimes. So it wasn’t a surprise that Asahi began hyperventilating when he realized that the one who had his dark brown hair up and a lighter frontal lock that fell down his forehead, had probably committed some buffoonery and was now hiding so as not to face whoever he bothered.

And he turned out to be right, because after a few seconds, all the students around him ran out in different directions when they recognized that annoying and noisy laughter that could only belong to what most frightened any young person: Peeves.

The naughty poltergeist watched Nishinoya, who was now hiding behind the back of Asahi, who in turn was about to suffer a heart attack because he too could be considered a personal victim of Peeves, since the poltergeist loved the speed with which the seventh-year student was scared. So at that moment he didn’t hesitate, and instead of saving the water balloons to throw them at Nishinoya, he threw them towards him. And in less than a few seconds, the Hufflepuff member found himself completely drenched from head to toe, and although Nishinoya remained hidden behind him for fear that Peeves would throw water balloons at him too, the poltergeist went back where he had appeared after deciding to bother other students, so Nishinoya began to laugh out loud when he saw himself out of danger and observe the one who was two years old, completely wet.

Asahi became a statue because panic was still running through his entire body, and heard how Nishinoya laughed unable to stop and didn’t care at all that he became his shield of protection. Finally, the older one of both began to laugh too, until he realized that his book was also soaked.

 Ennoshita chased Kenma with his eyes once he met him in the common room, wondering why he was totally drenched from head to toe and holding the electronic device that he didn’t seem to want to let go even if it could get wet, although he held it away from his body so it wouldn’t get ruined. “Peeves.” Was the only word the boy with dyed hair said while he was thinking of going to the outside of the castle because he thought the wind would be the only thing that could dry him.

Ennoshita giggled when he heard him and continued to go to his room. He wasn’t surprised to find Akaashi lying on his bed with a book in his hands, which came down to check that it was him and not Kenma, who had appeared only a few seconds ago to leave his belongings and go away again.

"It's weird to see you smiling," he mentioned.

Ennoshita was surprised to hear Akaashi, who put the book back in front of his eyes.

"I saw Kenma all wet," he explained.

“He was here seconds ago. It isn’t a surprise that he didn’t realize Peeves was throwing him a water balloon,” He said at the thought that, at the moment in which the poltergeist chose him as his next victim, since throughout the day he had heard and seen that Peeves had been enthusiastic about the same joke, Kenma was probably focused enough on the electronic device in his hands to realize that soon he would be all drenched and would only manage to save his precious object by reflexes.

The newcomer left his backpack and then sat next to Akaashi.

“Have I not been smiling these days?” he asked him after rethinking his words.

Since he mentioned that it was weird to see him with a smile, it amazed him.

"Not during the last few days at least," Akaashi mentioned.

"You don’t either," he said without knowing why.

“I never smile.”

Upon hearing him, Ennoshita finally let a smile appear on his face.

“Maybe… I don’t know. I'm still upset,” he chose to say.

“Is it the same as the other night?”

The black-haired boy let a few seconds pass before answering.

"I think so," Ennoshita answered a little bit doubtful.

He couldn’t define exactly how he was. He felt annoyed with himself and was sure that a great weight was on his shoulders, clinging to his body to not leave him alone even when trying to fall asleep.

Ennoshita let out a sigh, and he glanced at his friend who continued with his eyes focused on his book. He was aware that Akaashi never smiled, but that didn’t mean his roommate didn't care about him, so he finally tried to start getting rid of that annoyance that he felt the only way he knew how to do it: talking.

“Akaashi, can I ask you a question?” He only saw him nod “Do you like Bokuto?” 

Maybe talking was not his forte and sometimes he felt that chatting with his roommate only made him hate him because he couldn’t measure his words and was very direct, but he knew that Akaashi didn’t like to talk about himself either, so sooner or later the conversation would lead to him and his own problems, so he would have to talk. And that was what Ennoshita wanted, to talk about himself.

Akaashi stared at the book. But he wasn’t reading.

He rested completely tense, and continued in silence for a few long minutes, making the other one spoke again.

“Why don’t you answer?" Ennoshita insisted.

He didn’t know why he asked that question. Or maybe he did. Maybe he knew what was happening to his friend and also what was happening to himself. Maybe he wanted to know if the same thing happened to Akaashi as he did and therefore he could let off steam without any problem.

“Because when in class they ask something which answer I don’t know, I don’t raise my hand, and I remain silent.” Akaashi finally said.

He decided to close his book and sat up, letting his back rest against the wall and the pillow on his bed. Ennoshita felt his gaze on him, so he continued with his eyes fixed on his hands. He wanted to understand why he felt so nervous, why he wanted so badly for his roommate to talk to him. Or in that case, for Akaashi to listen to him as he had done so many times before.

“Could you define what it is to like?” He listened.

“I don’t know. I guess that liking someone implies thinking about that person all the time, even when you don’t want to," he answered.

“Do you think of Tanaka all the time?”

Ennoshita swallowed when he heard his name.

He achieved it.

He managed to get Akaashi to divert the conversation to him as he had expected. 

The moment Akaashi expressed out aloud what has been bothering him. 

What was it that kept him from smiling as usual?

He was grateful that Akaashi was in his same house for being as smart as he was, for being identical to him when it came to being meticulous and unnoticed when required, as well as paying attention and not letting anything go by. And for the same reason, and although he didn’t show it at all, it took Ennoshita less than a few seconds to realize that the embrace that Bokuto had spontaneously given him, for Akaashi meant more than a simple hug between two people.

“Yes.” Ennoshita confessed. Akaashi moved to sit next to him, and also began to play with his fingers "I hate you knowing me so well," he added.

"I can say the same about you," Akaashi said looking at him, getting Ennoshita to do the same.

“Do you think about Bokuto all the time?” He asked.


The two friends remained silent for a few minutes.

Ennoshita always knew that what he considered annoyance, had always had its name and surname.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke.

Chapter Text

“When will you tell Oikawa that you like him?" Hanamaki asked him.

"Yeah, we made a bet and I don’t want to lose," Matsukawa added.

Iwaizumi didn’t doubt to take advantage of the fact that his two best friends were lying side by side to throw them all the pillows available in the room, to which they responded laughing while uselessly trying to protect themselves with their arms.

“It's not funny. If he finds out because of you, I will kill you." Iwaizumi determined.

For him it wasn’t funny at all that because of the big mouths of his roommates, there was the possibility that Oikawa would hear that he didn’t see the relationship between them in the same way he did. He didn’t know from what moment he begun to feel that way, but he did know that he cursed that day, because since he understood that his heart was not satisfied with the relationship he was currently holding with Oikawa, he felt that everything around him was confusing, that his feelings were betraying him, and that he didn’t need the two who were supposed to be his best friends, to laugh at him to make him feel worse with this hopeless situation.

"I’ll never do it." he added decisively.

Both Hanamaki and Matsukawa stopped laughing when they noticed him more serious than usual.

Fear was what he felt. The fear that his relationship with whom he had always considered his best friend, suddenly cease to exist simply for not being able to contain the feelings that every day and night felt that only increased within him.

“I can never let him know.”

"I think you're exaggerating," Matsukawa inquired.

"Losing him because of what I feel is not an exaggeration," Iwaizumi stated.

Iwaizumi never planned for his best friends to know about his feelings towards Oikawa, but he hadn’t been able to contain what he felt, so the reason he learned about the relationship between them before the one who was absent at that moment, it was because he went to Hanamaki's house during the holidays, determined to express aloud and chat with him about what was happening to him, only to be surprised after finding them in the same situation Oikawa did a couple of days ago. But in the end, the fact that Matsukawa also heard him helped him to download both, and he was grateful that neither of them betrayed him by talking about it with Oikawa, since he could let everyone know what his emotions dictated, except him. He didn’t want their relationship to be ruined because it wasn't possible to silence the feeling of frustration that flooded him every time he met Oikawa.

“You plan to keep the secret for the rest of your life? No matter how badly it does to you?" Matsukawa asked.

“I rather save our relationship before my own self,” Iwaizumi answered without a doubt.

Hanamaki formed a pout with his lips when he heard him.

He didn’ think that hiding his feelings was the best thing for him, but he didn’t feel he had the right to tell him to be honest with Oikawa and confess what he felt, because if it hadn’t been for Matsukawa and his bravery, he would never have told him that he also saw him differently and preferred to maintain another kind of relationship beyond friendship with him. And besides, he understood that not all feelings were always reciprocated, so although he didn’t like to see his best friend suffer for what he felt for his other best friend, he preferred that Iwaizumi continue to pretend in front of Oikawa.

Matsukawa let out a sigh, since he believed the opposite.

That Iwaizumi and Oikawa were destined to be together as well as Hanamaki and him, and that in a not so distant future the four of them would be laughing for all the time they decided to ignore their respective feelings instead of being sincere with each other, to finally be content to have dared to be honest and let their hearts win over the fear of being rejected.

"I'll go to leave them alone," Iwaizumi inquired suddenly, approaching the door of the room.

There was still some time for dinner, and he preferred to spend his time in the common room so he wouldn’t feel he was a third wheel, even if them never made feel him like that.

"You can stay," Hanamaki told him, and Matsukawa agreed with him.

“It's still too early for you to invite me to have a threesome, you bastards,” was the last thing he said before giving them a smile and then closing the door.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa laughed when they heard him, but then they look at each other in silence, knowing that if they wanted to make their best friend stop being sad,  then they had to intervene and act on their own.

Iwaizumi had been sitting in one of the dark green sofas that were in the common room of the house to which he belonged, finding nothing more interesting to do than looking at the ceiling while he considered himself a good friend for having left Hanamaki and Matsukawa alone, at the same time that some other students were around him talking to each other or doing some other activities, when he suddenly felt a weight on his lap and lowered his eyes to realize that Oikawa appeared to lean back on the couch and use his legs as a pillow while holding a book in his hands, which seemed to have caught his attention since he only wore glasses when the reading really interested him, and therefore, his eyesight got tired quickly.

That was one of the many things that he discovered about Oikawa.

“Why do you seem so bored, Iwa-chan?” the brunet asked.

"I don’t know if you've heard, but now our roommates are dating," he said sarcastically “So I decided to be a good friend and leave them alone for a while.”

Oikawa giggled when he heard him.

A few minutes passed in silence, Oikawa reading the book in his hands and Iwaizumi interspersed his gaze between the brown-haired head and the rest of the common room.

“What do you think about Mattsun and Makki?” Oikawa asked suddenly.

That he envied them?

That he wished he could be as honest as Matsukawa?

As happy as Hanamaki seemed to be?

That he was happy for them because finding reciprocated feelings was difficult?

That he wished to find himself in the same situation with the boy that asked the question that in that moment unleashed a string of thoughts that drew his mood towards an abyss?

"That opposites attract," he answered shutting his own self.

He cursed the day when he started feeling more than a simple friendship towards him.

“We are opposites, Iwa-chan.”

And he cursed that his words affected him in ways they didn’t before.

"Because you're a fool and I'm smart, Trashykawa," he said.

The only thing that remained the same was how pleased it was to annoy him.

Oikawa closed his book to try to hit him with it, but only managed to get Iwaizumi to take it off and hit him with the same instead. He let out a small laugh as Oikawa rubbed that part of his head and glared at him through his square glasses. Iwaizumi poked his cheek to make him stop looking at him, and then rested his elbow on the armrest of the sofa and rested his chin on his hand to direct his gaze to any other place but the eyes of the one who caused so much trouble inside of him.

Why couldn’t he feel calm as he always had?

Because he wasn’t the same anymore.

His feelings weren't the same.

Why couldn’t he shut up the voice that ate away at his thoughts?

Because he couldn’t stop thinking about all the possible consequences if one day he gathered enough courage to tell him the truth.

Why had he fallen in love with him?

Why not someone else?


Out of everyone, why he?

His chain of questions was suddenly interrupted when a pink spot interrupted his field of vision, and he took some inches back and then roll his eyes after realizing that the doormat that appeared in front of him, was nothing more and nothing less than the pink micropuff that was given to Oikawa on his thirteenth birthday, and which, despite being nothing more than a small floppy pink plush creature, seemed to have the same personality as its owner, since just as Oikawa was usually found with him, the micropuff followed him everywhere, and therefore, Iwaizumi not only had to learn to endure an inconvenience, but two.

He saw the micropuff floating around him until the same decided to rest on his head, making anyone who entered the common room of Slytherin, remain astonished after seeing a boy with serious expression and severe look, with a nice pink micropuff sitting on his strands.

"Oikawa, take your thing away from me," Iwaizumi manifested, returning his gaze to him.

"His name is Aoba, not ‘thing’," the boy with brown hair indicated with his eyes on the book.

“Remove it.”

Oikawa let out a sigh when he heard him, and although he closed his book and looked up to look at him seriously, slowly an animated smile began to trace its way in his face as well as an expression of amusement.

"You laugh and I'll make sure you sleep in the corridor,” Iwaizumi assured him, looking at him.

“Stop threatening me Iwa-chan.”

The aforementioned remained completely still when Oikawa left his book on his lap to sit and stretch his arms towards his head, and Iwaizumi only turned it once he sighted the micropuff in Oikawa's hands, seeming to look at him with a sad expression until his eyes were removed from him when the boy with brown hair took a candy out of his pocket and unwrapped it and then put it on his hand, making the micropuff completely distracted after showing its little tongue a color barely pinker than his coat to taste said sweet. Oikawa looked at the creature with a sideways smile while Iwaizumi looked at him, or at his lips to be more specific, until the brown-haired one looked at him and Iwaizumi looked away.

He had no idea how he would manage not to blush each time he was with Oikawa.

Chapter Text

There were still a few days until the try outs to get into the teams were finally made, and instead of continuing to complain, Hinata managed to convince Inuoka to practice with him, since although they couldn’t do it in the quidditch field and the first of them wanted to be a chaser while the second a seeker, that didn’t mean there weren’t other spaces in Hogwarts that could be used to make passes among them, which explained why they were mounted on their brooms in one of the large portions of gardens with which the castle counted. They were used to playing with each other as well as pointing out any mistakes they saw, and although it would have been more convenient for Inuoka to chase a snitch, he knew that some passes with his best friend were useful as them would keep him prepared for when he and Hinata showed up to do the try outs.

While passing the quaffle between them, they heard that someone exclaimed their names, and although they weren’t surprised to see Yamaguchi and Yachi greeting them with their hands, whom they had known during their first year not only because they shared classes, but because the two belonging to Hufflepuff were of the most friendly and nicer people they ever knew, they were amazed when they spotted Tsukishima with them, because although they were accustomed to seeing him because where Yamaguchi was, usually he too, they didn’t expect him to accept being with them knowing that they would also be present, since although they didn’t maintain a bad relationship with him, the one belonging to Ravenclaw was the opposite to the Hufflepuff's duo.

Sarcastic. Ironic.

But they knew that he also wanted to play quidditch, and it was enough for them to make the effort.

They descended from their brooms to greet them and Tsukishima didn’t hesitate to show his personality as soon as he had the opportunity.

“You already consider yourself a bad sekeer that now you want to be a chaser?” he expressed after seeing the quaffle under Inuoka’s arm, who only chose to look at him seriously, being more than accustomed to his words.

“Tsukki, we didn’t bring bludgers, so technically the same could be said about you and me.”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

“You didn’t bring the bludgers?! Then we can’t play two against two!” Hinata exclaimed indignantly.

"Sorry, they were already taken," the Hufflepuff inquired with an innocent smile.

They were accustomed to playing two against two, because although Inuoka wanted to be a seeker, they took advantage of Hinata wanting to occupy the position of chaser while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi of beaters to pair with each other and make a small match between them, which usually always ended with one of the two Gryffindors complaining because the blond sent the bludgers to both equally, regardless of whether one was on his team while the other wasn’t.

And Yachi, who didn’t doubt to shake her head and totally reject the idea of belonging to the Hufflepuff Quidditch team when the one of her own house and the two Gryffindors proposed it to her, anyway she had no problem watching them fly over their brooms, not only because she learned to point out certain mistakes that she began to notice from all the times she saw them playing, as well as learning about the sport itself and by listening to them talk about it all day and night, but also because she liked to draw, and usually the movements she could see were enough inspiration for her to feel satisfied with her drawings.

Sometimes Lev also accompanied them, but one way or another, he always ended up being immersed in detention for different reasons, which explained why it was usually only the five of them, although he seemed to have behaved well during that day, because from one second to another, he was spotted approaching them at full speed with his broom in hand while shouting their names.

"Don’t  ... start ..." He breathed deeply to get back the air he had lost in the race he played against himself “without me!” He was able to finished saying.

“With or without you we won’t play, we don’t have bludgers,” Tsukishima said looking at him.

Lev let out a complaint before taking the same words to throw himself face up in the grass after hearing that he hurried for nothing because they couldn’t play due to the lack of some balls essential to hold a small game between them, but he suddenly seemed to recover all his energies after raising half of his body, smiling enthusiastically.

“Anyway, we still have the quaffle!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

“Do I look like I want to touch the quaffle?”

“You don’t know what you're missing, Tsukishima!” Hinata exclaimed at his words.

For him, there was no better feeling than to receive a good pass or make a successful one.

Even if he never found himself inside the quidditch field, even if he had never been part of a team made up of people who were fans of that sport just like him, he was aware of the excitement that ran through his entire body when the quaffle was under his possession no matter if it was seconds or minutes.

"The only thing I'm missing is my time, that for the record, I could be using to study," the blond said.

"Now that I think about it, I'm also behind on my homework," Yamaguchi added with a grimace.

“I'm not behind. I just want to advance,”

“Tsukki, you're so smart!”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

"I wanted to draw," Yachi began, sitting down next to Lev “But if you won’t fly, I guess I can draw some trees,” she said, her eyes beginning to drift toward the treetops that weren't so far away from them.

“We'll fly Yachi! You'll have your drawings!” Hinata assured her along with a big smile “Who wants to play?!”

“Pass,” Tsukishima was the first to sit next to the blonde.

"I think I'll just be an obstacle, I'm more used to bludgers," Yamaguchi said.

“Me! I want to play!” Inuoka said raising his hand that at that moment held the quaffle.

But suddenly everyone saw how it disappeared, and although the first instinct of the Gryffindor was to raise his hands innocently after checking that the ball didn’t fall near him, everyone rested their eyes on Lev, since he kept his wand pointed towards Inuoka and a grimace on his face that evidenced that he did something he was already sorry for.

“Did you just make the quaffle disappear?” Yamaguchi asked blinking without knowing what to think.

“THE QUAFFLE!” Hinata shouted horrified.

“I wanted to attract it to me not to make it disappear!” Lev screamed looking at his wand in horror.

“THE QUAFFLE!” the orange-haired boy repeated in the same dramatic tone.

"Now I don’t regret having come," Tsukishima said before laughing amused, though he stopped doing it as soon as Yamaguchi laid his eyes on him.

“Now ... how ... how we will play?” Inuoka asked still looking at his empty hand.

They all remained silent for a few seconds, Lev watching his wand with terror as Hinata looked at him with horror after having committed what for him was the worst crime in history, at the same time that Yachi had already begun to sketch trees in her book and Yamaguchi watched her while Tsukishima watched him, and Inuoka kept moving his hand as if the quaffle would be able to appear again thanks to him.

But the calm only lasted a few seconds.

“The one that catches that bird first, wins!”

From one moment to the next Lev threw his wand onto the lawn to stand up, climbed on his broom and quickly left after searching for the winged animal he had sighted not far from them, and a second later Hinata flew after him, while the Hufflepuff's duo and the only one belonging to Ravenclaw rested their eyes on the Gryffindor that remained with them.

“With a quaffle I was willing. With a bird, there’s no way,” Inuoka said before resting his broom on the lawn and sitting down to join in watching Yachi draw.

Oblivious to the four who had remained seated, Hinata and Lev were already in the air. Both observing the blue bird with black wings that had increased the speed of its flight after realizing that two students were behind him, the one with orange hair and the one belonging to Hufflepuff quickly found themselves mounted on their brooms, away from the castle grounds to feel the wind shaking their hair and cool their faces, as well as the adrenaline going through their arms while keeping their hands tied to the front part of the broom to balance their bodies so in that way they wouldn't fall from where they were, because although none noticed, they were too far from the ground covered by grass. Their friends became little figures, and they were closer to the towers of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor than of the Slytherin dungeons or the Hufflepuff basement.

“As always, it will be easy with you, my arms are much longer!” Lev shouted.

And instead of feeling offended, Hinata only smiled enthusiastically at his words.

He considered that Inuoka was a great friend for agreeing to practice with him even if he wanted to be a seeker, but the personal competitions he had started to have with the Hufflepuff member since they both declared themselves to want to be chasers of their respective teams, were the ones that most amused Hinata, not only because Lev's words were said without malice and because he was sincere in that way, but because the gray-haired one was one of the few, who, despite expressing those comments, didn’t underestimate him because of the difference in height between them both, and he took him seriously every time they faced each other.

“I may not be tall, but I can fly!” Hinata exclaimed as he could while flying at full speed.

He was only a few inches behind Lev, although the bird continued to be at a great distance away from them, showing that no matter how much they loved adrenaline or sudden competition, a flying animal wasn’t the same as a quaffle, or a snitch, since it seemed that the confrontation they had predisposed for that moment seemed to have been done more for Inuoka than for the two of them, but anyway they continued to chase the bird, without hesitating to avoid the obstacles that began to appear before them, without realizing that what they were avoiding weren't mere treetops, but parts of one of the highest areas of the castle.

But suddenly their attention was diverted from both when they stopped being the only ones mounted on their brooms chasing the bird. The two felt that a gust of wind shook their bodies, and although they thought the weather couldn’t change from one moment to the next, they soon realized that the breeze was caused by someone flying at full speed next to them, someone who was riding on his broom and managed to surpass them in a matter of seconds no matter how far away they had been, and it was a matter of seconds before Hinata replaced his joy with anger after distinguishing the back of the last model of the Nimbus that he had sighted in the store that day in Diagon Alley, and only had to keep looking to verify that the one who was riding on his broom, was the only person who he was aware had a broom like that.


Hinata frowned and narrowed his eyes after realizing that he couldn’t keep them completely open not only because he didn’t have protectors for them because he never thought he would be flying that high when he only arranged with the rest of the group to dome some passes and maybe play a little but calm match, but also because he increased his speed so as not to be behind the one that unlike Lev, didn’t hesitate to underestimate him just by looking at him. He couldn’t lose to him. He didn’t want to lose to him.

He focused so much on him that he didn’t heard or sighted Lev behind him assuring him that he would hit a part of the Gryffindor’s Tower if he continued to fly at that speed, but Hinata only veered off the path to avoid colliding against the set of bricks and continue with the arranged rhythm. He was no longer chasing the bird, the animal itself having disappeared from his field of vision several seconds ago.

He just wanted to reach him.

Maybe their brooms weren't of the same quality and maybe they didn’t have the same experience, but they did share the same desire to play Quidditch, the same desire to be mounted on their brooms, to be considered the fastest, those that wanted to remain inside the Quidditch field for longer, although at that time they weren’t in the field, and yes close to the lower structure of the castle when Hinata began to descend after seeing Kageyama do it, who despite not having any protectors for his eyes either,  didn’t slow down and didn’t avoid turning his head every so often to check that he was still the one leading.

Hinata clutched his hands more firmly to the broomstick and slowly began to be able to distinguish him better, to be able to visualize the details of the new broom that he carried with elegance but also with determination, until he realized that he could repair in the differences between their brooms because he was only a few millimeters away from him, and when he was finally about to stand beside him, everything stopped.

Suddenly, unexpectedly.

Both braked in their places not understanding how it was that they didn’t lost the balance when their brooms stop moving suddenly and without them wanted to, until they stopped focusing on each other to realize that they were closer to the ground unlike they had thought, that Professor Ukai, who had been their flight teacher in their first year, and who also coordinated the matches and arranged all the details with reference to the Quidditch Tournament between the houses, was pointing to them with his wand while his whole class composed of first-year students looked at them with their eyes open, some with emotion, others with fear. Beside them, Hinata spotted his group of friends as well as Lev too, who seemed to have descended from his broom a long time ago as he kept his feet on the grass as well as his broom in hand instead of between his legs.


The word manifested by the only adult present made their brooms continue without paying attention to them, since as soon as the spell was pronounced, those dragged them towards all those who watched them without taking their eyes from them, and from one moment to the next, their feet touched the lawn as well as the teacher and those of their same year approached them.

“You can’t fly so high, it’s dangerous!” Ukai said observing them while he kept his wand.

It was clear that he did perform more than one spell, and that the both of them flew high enough to be considered dangerous for the professor to be forced to stop his own class to stop them, although the expressions of concern in the group of their same year were enough to show that what had started being a fun competition between Lev and Hinata, ended up being an uncontrolled confrontation between the last of them and Kageyama.

“I was about to reach you!” The orange-haired one didn’t hesitate to express.

He ignored the professor’s words and the faces of the others to focus on the only present that after hearing those words he observed with a frown.

“Of course not!” Kageyama exclaimed.

“Yes, I was!”

“You are dumb when you're on the broom, and you planned to beat me?"

“Hey, you two!” Professor Ukai shouted.

“You only managed to take the lead because of the broom you have!”

Kageyama's eyes glared at him as soon as he dared to express that.

“Of course not, it's because I'm faster than you!”

“You are not!”

“If you wouldn’t keep your back in a vertical position, then you could acquire more speed, you dumbass!”

“Both of you dare to say something else and none of you will be allow to do the try outs for the team!”

Ukai finally got the reaction he had been looking for after expressing those words without hesitation, since he didn’t doubted that those two flew over at least half of the castle because they wanted to appear in the team's try outs, but there were still a few days left, so they decided to spend their energies that way. Both Hinata and Kageyama stopped screaming at each other as soon as they heard him, and finally broke eye contact between them to focus their attention on the adult.

"Stay here," he demanded “All of you," he added, looking at all the students around him before he strode off, probably going to find another teacher.

“If I win detention because of you, my wand will take care of you.” Tsukishima stated.

The first year students looked at each other while the Hufflepuff's duo was the first to approach both, because although they never crossed words with the black-haired one, that didn’t mean he didn’t worry them just as Hinata did.

“Are you okay?” Yamaguchi asked with a worried expression.

Yachi's face only indicated a mixture of horror and panic.

“Yes,” was the only thing Kageyama said.

“I'm sorry Yachi, you couldn’t draw us.”

The words spoken with a tone of voice off by part of the orange-haired one made the blonde stop concentrating on the vertigo that had given her to see them flying at that distance from where she was with the others, and replaced her expression of fear with a gentle smile that made Hinata smile.

“When you join the team, I’ll have many opportunities to draw you.”

The smile on the orange-haired boy's face only increased.

"And you too, if you let me draw you," Yachi added, watching Kageyama.

"S-sure," he said before looking away on purpose.

“That was amazing!” Lev's scream suddenly broke the whole atmosphere.

Inuoka, who remained at his side, turned his head to look at him without being impressed.

“You cowered,”

“I was going to crash!” The gray-haired one waved his hands in the air.

Suddenly all the first-year students stopped to remain silent or to slash between them to laugh out loud at the exchange of words and glances between those who happened to be the tallest, who, next to eleven-year-olds, seemed even taller of what they already were, not to mention that some of them also left Tsukishima's space for the same reason, making Yamaguchi choke a giggle, although he himself wasn’t so out of being considered a giant either.

And although everyone kept laughing, Hinata's attention was again focused on Kageyama.

The black-haired one didn’t hesitate to leave and get away from them even though Professor Ukai told them to do the opposite, and having been so focused on destroying each other while they were on their brooms, neither of them realized that the adult, the freshmen, and the rest of the same year as them, weren’t the only ones who saw them fly around the castle.

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Easily considered the most popular sport in school and the magical world, Quidditch managed to get the students to gather in the stands to watch every match between the houses take place, as well to get people organized themselves to attend games where their favorite teams participated. It was the favorite activity of the great majority, and a great fascination for some. In Hogwarts the houses received points for the performances of the students during the games, and there was even a choir that sang in some special occasions. The castle's quidditch field was on the grounds of the castle, was used by the teams to practice and play games between the houses not only to compete in the Quidditch Tournament, but also to score points to take the lead in the Cup of the Houses. It consisted of a wooden structure and bleachers decorated with drawings of the participating houses as well as flags of the same, three rings were at each end, the newly cut grass worked as the base of the stadium, and the areas in which space were contained the hoops had recently been painted. It was a space where good relationships were developed as well as enmity and long confrontations, where links of different types were given as well as crossed words.

And although it wasn’t the first time he was inside the Quidditch pitch, it was the first time that his feet were on the grassy ground instead of in the stands in the Hufflepuff section, so Yamaguchi instinctively grabbed his hand to his broom as well as he smiled awkwardly and a little nervous when he found himself inside the place where that sport was developing. He remembered being a Quidditch fan since before entering Hogwarts in his first year, so although he could feel his nerves go through his body, he was excited to be in that space. And after breathing deeply, he shyly approached the group of students, and although he knew Bokuto and Terushima because those two also belonged to Hufflepuff, he still crossed his broom in front of him when those two approached, since even if he was used to seeing them as well as listening to them, having them close was something different.

He didn’t doubt that any first-year student would be intimidated by the presence of that pair of friends, since between the strength and the size of the arms of the bicolor-haired one, as well as the tongue piercing and the dyed hair shaved to the sides of the other one, gave them an image that made anyone think that they wouldn’t hesitate to crush them as soon as they crossed the corridor, and although during his first years Yamaguchi had thought the same, with time he understood that that pair of friends wasn’t characterized by terrorizing people, but by laughing all the time, talking loudly and continually, and having personalities that made anyone feel comfortable and relaxed around them.

“Damn, we have so many aspirants this year!” Bokuto exclaimed along with a big smile.

The only fact that stop Yamaguchi from collapsing was that his friends were with him.

Lev, Koganegawa, and Shibayama decided to take the try outs to join the team along with him, and around them were several students from minor courses, which made Yamaguchi wonder if it was due to the warmth with which they were handled, the entertaining though noisy personality of Bokuto, or because the previous year Hufflepuff had emerged champion and thus won the Quidditch Tournament, which showed that it wasn’t a surprise that they were obviously looking for a second victory.

“We’ll definitely win again!” Terushima inquired.

His tone of voice sounded as excited as that of the one who had spoken before, with whom at that moment he high-fived.

“With so much emotion they’ll want to run away,” A boy with ocher hair, of thin build and average height, separated the two friends to impose his presence on the candidates who had shown up that afternoon, making Yamaguchi remember seeing him several times "Konoha Akinori, a pleasure," said the senior student before them “I apologize in advance for the behavior of these two," he added, pointing to both Bokuto and Terushima, who exchanged glances with each other as they didn’t know what kind of behavior he was referring to.

"You forgot to mention that you're the vice-captain of the team," Komi said with a laugh.

He was also a senior, of short stature, and like Terushima, his hair was shaved to the sides to leave a speck of hair in the center of his head that turned out to be the same brown as the hue of his eyes. Yamaguchi recognized him because once they had both met in the kitchens after the two of them were looking for ice cream.

Konoha smiled proudly when he heard him.

“And I'm the captain!” Bokuto shouted cheerfully.

He didn’t hesitate to push the blond to avoid that he began to prattle on himself, and didn’t doubt to place his hands at the sides of his waist and raise his head with pride, making some of the youngest who decided to stand for the try-outs, observe each other wondering if they really were ready to belong to a team composed of that range of different personalities. Yamaguchi took advantage of the fact that Bokuto began to talk about himself in order to divert his gaze to the stands, where Yachi warmly waved at him after having promised him that she would be present when he did the try-outs to encourage him, which served because he felt his nerves being diminished, until he saw an expression of fear on his housemate’s face that was due to the fact that she saw a tall boy, with his hair styled as a bun behind his head, and a little bit of beard on his chin, approaching them, and Yamaguchi stifled a laugh because he recognized him.

"He's Asahi, he won’t hurt you," Konoha said pointing to the one who waved at them timidly.

“All right! We shouldn’t keep losing time! Let's see what you’re made of, newbies!” Bokuto exclaimed, returning to being the center of attention “I warn you that no one can take my place as the star of the team! These weapons are not easy to replace," he added, flexing his arms so that his already noticeable and demonstrable muscles were even easier to visualize.

Yamaguchi could swear that he saw stars appear in Lev's and Koganegawa's eyes.

"Who let him be the captain?" Komi asked “Did we really agree with this?”

“Bokuto, Asahi scores as many points as you,” Konoha said.

The one with the hair tied in a ponytail remained totally immobile and without breathing when the captain of the team rested his fulminating amber eyes on him.

“Not this year!”

Bokuto didn’t add another word before mounting on his broom to rise to a great height, quickly followed by Terushima.

“I don’t score as many points as he,” Asahi stated approaching Konoha.

"I know, I just wanted to annoy him," he laughed “Come on Asahi, you're still a fundamental part of the team!” Konoha patted his back as a moral support before they both copied the same actions as the others.

Previously they had explained that since there were several who had come to do the try-outs, they would be divided into groups so that they could observe them in the roles they wanted to occupy and see how they acted together with those who already made up the team, so once Komi made a sign, the four seventh-years rose in the air like him and the rest.

Watari, a sixth-year boy who one way or another everyone knew because he was possibly the most friendly and nicest person in Hufflepuff, positioned himself in front of one of the trios of hoops, since he manifested that he was the current guardian of the house. And Shibayama, who said he wanted to occupy the same position, braked in front of the other three, seeming to be a bundle of nerves even if the environment was warm.

And unlike him, Lev felt extremely relaxed and excited.

Yamaguchi knew that the gray-haired one was close to Bokuto and Terushima, not only because they belonged to the same house, as well as all of them, but because since they had entered Hogwarts, somehow or other Lev always ended up getting into trouble when he was with the two of them and other students of the older years from other houses, which explained why most of the time he didn’t appear when they played with each other because he was always fulfilling some punishment.

So he wasn’t surprised when they only asked Koganegawa and him what positions they wanted to occupy, since the Hufflepuff captain already knew that Lev wanted to play in his same position. They both wanted to be beaters, so Konoha was the one who gave them the bats since he was already one of the team's official beaters.

“The more bludgers to Bokuto, the more the chances you have to join the team,” he said.

“Hey!” exclaimed the mentioned one offended.

Konoha giggled and placed the back of the bat over his shoulder.

Yamaguchi smiled sideways although he held his bat with a slight tremor when everyone finally positioned themselves to prepare to play a small game between them so they could demonstrate their skills and way of flying. He was nervous, but he also had confidence. He was used to playing with Lev and Koganegawa, he had been practicing together with Tsukishima during the summer and didn’t want the opportunity to face him officially to slip out of his hands, and although he could be very noisy and too energetic, Bokuto only inspired anyone to want to play in a certain way even if it was a practice match between them. Not to mention, that in addition, everyone in the Hufflepuff team had been kind to them since they entered the Quidditch field.

Yamaguchi knew that he wasn’t the best beater, but he smiled anyway.

He was ready to show that he wanted to be part of the Hufflepuff team. 

For the first and only time in his life, Kageyama wished he was a Hufflepuff.

While he was walking down the corridor to go to the detention he earned for having flown over a great height mounted on his broom, he was aware that that afternoon the try-outs to join the team of that house were held, so he wished to be a Hufflepuff only to imagine himself inside the Quidditch field doing the try-outs instead of going to one of the laboratories he would have to organize, until his thoughts stopped tormenting him because he was returned to reality when he heard voices he recognized immediately, which tightened his body immediately.

"And I thought I was having a good day," Kindaichi said, looking at him.

Kunimi simply looked at the boy next to him when he heard him speak.

Kageyama remained more serious than he was used to.

“I heard that you flew recently, who did you challenge this time?” The Slytherin added.

The Gryffindor opened his mouth to answer but a third voice resounded.

“Hey!” Suddenly and orange head followed by a small body peeked through the door that was between them “You're late!” Hinata added watching Kageyama, not being aware of the atmosphere of tension that with his sudden appearance he managed to cut immediately.

“I'm not late, I'm here!” The black-haired boy exclaimed, completely forgetting about the present duo, because even though those always managed to get him on his nerves, he discovered that the boy in his own house managed to raise the temperature in his head more efficiently and quickly.

“Then come!” Hinata said before diving back into the lab.

Kageyama snorted and entered the place, although he was able to hear with utmost perfection the words Kindaichi uttered.

“See you later, King.”

The black-haired boy looked at the floor of the lab with a frown and with his hands clenched into fists feeling his blood begin to boil from the anger he felt.

“Do you know them?” He suddenly heard.

He raised his head to see Hinata carrying a stack of books from one of the desks to the locker to be stored there. There was much to do, materials to sort and store, jars of different colors and substances to deal with carefully while they were resting on shelves, place chairs in an orderly manner, and not hesitate to sweep the floor as well as probably clean the windows. Kageyama felt Hinata's gaze on him as he went to the jars with the intention of resting them on the shelves since the orange-haired one couldn’t do it because of his height, but he remained still.

Of course he knew them.

Kindaichi and Kunimi had been part of the team to which he had also belonged when they formed a team with other kids from their neighborhood to play Quidditch while they didn’t have classes at Hogwarts, just to show Kageyama that maybe that hadn’t been a good idea because he only won bad memories and terrible moments of the experience that until now continued to haunt him when his security was being trampled.

“You really don’t like to talk, don’t you?”

Kageyama took a small leap when he heard that excited and vivid voice closer than he thought, and turned his head to his side to spot Hinata ordering the jars according to the color of the substance within them. The black-haired boy looked at him confused, since he couldn’t understand why he spoke to him when they were in the same place because they fought and developed a confrontation in the air that led them to not realize how high they did it.

“Yes, we were in the same team,” he answered.

"I shared some classes with them," Hinata said, just because.

Kageyama didn’t say a word, and began to accept the bottles that Hinata began to give him to leave them on the shelves next to them, as well as continued to look at him out of the corner of his eye because although he wouldn’t say it out loud, he was grateful that he appeared to interrupt the moment with Kindaichi and Kunimi, with whom he always avoided crossing paths whenever he could.

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Akaashi took place next to Ennoshita.

The second one having been in the Great Hall a long time ago, taking advantage of the fact there weren't many people since being Saturday morning, some preferred to continue sleeping or took a few hours to study in the library, while he chose to have breakfast in silence and with no one around him.

Until his roommate arrived.

“Not hungry?” Akaashi asked him when he noticed that his plate was still full.

Ennoshita looked reluctantly at the mountain of food in front of him. "Not really," he answered.

Akaashi looked at him askance.

"We couldn’t continue the conversation the other day," he said.

Before they could continue talking about what was happening to them, Kenma returned determined to leave his electronic device so that there was no option that Peeves would bother him again and therefore managed to break his most precious object. And it wasn’t that Ennoshita distrusted Kenma or wanted him to be away from him and not tell him anything, but it was already costing him enough with Akaashi, so he couldn’t chat with two people at once.

Ennoshita let out a sigh when he heard him.

"I think I tried to confess something and ended up failing miserably," he voiced.

"You don’t have to say it out loud to let me know," Akaashi said “I know you, Ennoshita.”

The aforementioned observed him upon hearing his words.

What if his roommate knew what was happening to him even better than himself?

“Can you help me? I'm confused," he asked him.

Akaashi didn’t hesitate to nod. And although he was about to speak, both friends stopped looking at each other when they recognized the boy who appeared and was standing in front of them, but who even if he was in their same house, never crossed words with them.

"Good morning," he said, bowing “The prefect sent me with you. He said you belong to the Quidditch team," he added.

Akaashi rolled his eyes as soon as he heard him, not because his presence bothered him, but because he knew what the one sitting next to him would do before he really did. Ennoshita seemed to forget about what kept him without appetite, and rested his forearm on the shoulder of the one sitting next to him and then smiled proudly.

“You must consider yourself lucky then! You're talking with nothing more and nothing less than the team captain," he stated as the one in front of them look at him, though he averted his gaze to Akaashi once Ennoshita pointed to him clearly “And the vice-captain, of course," he added, referring to himself.

"I'm Kunimi Akira, and I'd like to join the team," he said, bowing again when he heard who he was in front of.

"To join, we must first see how you play," Ennoshita articulated.

Akaashi removed the boy's arm from beside him.

"What he means is that you're welcome to come to the try-outs today," he said.

For a few seconds, Kunimi remained doubtful as he watched them both, wondering if the one who had just spoken was the captain or the one sitting next to him had only played a joke on him, since his personality seemed to be more direct. However, he only nodded before leaving them alone again.

"No one will want to join the team with you in it," Akaashi mentioned.

“Akaashi, you break my poor heart in two!”

Ennoshita spoke dramatically and brought both hands to the center of his chest as if his friend had really hurt him with his words.

“Stop strutting and go wake up Kenma. I know he likes to sleep but we can’t let him miss the first practice," Akaashi stated.

“At your orders, captain!”

The head of the Ravenclaw quidditch team let out a sigh when he saw his friend hold his hand straight up against his forehead as if he agreed to limit an order from the army itself.

And half an hour later, a sleeping and newly raised Kenma, appeared in the Great Hall being slightly pushed by Ennoshita, who smiled broadly after having enjoyed waking him even though the one with dyed hair had struck him with his eyes since he preferred to sleep instead of having to get up because the Ravenclaw practice would take place that day.

“Why don’t we bother him?” Yahaba inquired.

Both he and Futakuchi were also in the Great Hall, sitting at the table of their respective house and interjecting their eyes among those who thought it would be fun to disturb to start the day and the weekend with joy.

“Why not him?”

Yahaba stopped concentrating on Kenma when Futakuchi pointed to another belonging to Ravenclaw who was reading while having breakfast.

"Don’t bother him," Kindaichi determined after listening them.

He was aware that the pair of friends that remained with him were known for annoying people from other houses that weren't from Slytherin, who were a year older than him, and that, moreover, no one used to try to stop them unless they were of the last year because they always managed to get away with it. However, not for being younger than them and belonging to the same house, Kindaichi would let them to bother Kunimi.

And since he believed that his words wouldn’t stop them, he didn’t hesitate to get up to go to his best friend and sit in front of him, making Kunimi stop concentrating on his book and talk about the practice of his house that would take place later.


“Who does he think he is?” Yahaba inquired.

“He thinks he is superior because Iwaizumi would jump in his defense,”

Both rolled their eyes, annoyed. And then Yahaba nudged him.

“Do we stick to the main plan?” He said nodding at Kenma.

Futakuchi gave him a pious smile in response.

They both got up, but remained still when Daishou and Kuroo sat in front of them.

“And why don’t you better let others have breakfast in peace?” the first of them expressed.

The two youngers sat down again when they heard him.

The seventh-year continued to observe them to make sure they wouldn’t do anything.

Both Futakuchi and Yahaba became offended and chose to continue looking angry after resting their elbows on the table and their cheeks on the palms of their hands to ignore them and start talking among themselves. Without realizing that Kuroo glanced at Daishou to give him a grateful smile, since he knew that if he had spoken, he had tripled the desire of the two minors to bother Kenma, whom he didn’t hesitate to look for a few seconds when he turned around. 


Hinata and Kageyama remained silent watching each other seriously once they arrived at the Quidditch pitch at the same time. They were within inches of finally fulfilling their desire to enter the school stadium. However, both left those anxieties aside and replaced them with confusion when they crossed paths.

“What are you doing here?” The orange-haired boy asked him, like it wasn’t something obvious.

“What are you doing here?”

Both weren't surprised to see themselves with brooms in their hands and ready to go from one side to another mounted on them, but because there was still an hour and a half to start the practice.

“I want to be the first to enter,” Hinata confessed.

Kageyama narrowed his eyes.

He wanted the same.

"I also want to be the first to enter," he said.

And with those words, he made a new battle begin between them.

The two began to fight saying that they would be the first of their year to enter the field of quidditch they were so eager to meet, even though Kageyama had done the try-outs the previous year, and they only stopped pushing each other clumsily and giving each other words of denial when they heard someone laughing near them.

They recognized both Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

“And now why are you two fighting?” The blond asked them.

The two belonging to Gryffindor seemed to forget their enmity to focus their hatred on him.

“Tsukki, I think they were fighting to see who entered first,” Yamaguchi covered his mouth with his hand to avoid laughing.

The only one belonging to the house of Ravenclaw laughed again.

“What are you laughing at? Of course we will be the first ones to enter!” Hinata said “I'll be the first fifht-year to enter," he corrected himself.

Yamaguchi couldn’t help but laughed as much as Tsukishima.

He really enjoyed being with Hinata, but it really surprised him how distracted he could be.

"You are so focused fighting each other that you ignore everything around you," the blond began to say, earning the attention of the two Gryffindors “Yamaguchi had Hufflepuff's practice on Wednesday, so he was the first to enter. And besides, I don’t know what you're doing here if Ravenclaw has booked the field for today's practice, not Gryffindor. Not to mention, that then, I will enter before you.”

Both Hinata and Kageyama remained stunned.

The black-haired one face palmed after realizing he was right while Hinata couldn’t believe everyone was being able to be on the quidditch field except for him.

And an hour later after the fifth-year duo of Gryffindor fell into the reality that they wouldn’t be the first of their year to enter the stadium, the Quidditch field was again occupied, although on that occasion, like Tsukishima told them, by those belonging to the house of Ravenclaw.

Yamaguchi remained in the stands as well as Kindaichi, and Kinoshita and Narita as well, since each one decided to see the Ravenclaw practice to be able to see a particular member of that house. The younger ones wanted to see their best friends, while the two elders who belonged to Gryffindor always liked to see how Ennoshita played, and also because they were great friends of him after sharing most of their classes and get along.

Two seventh-year students also decided to observe the practice.

Bokuto and Kuroo were present. And although the first begged the second to accompany him because he wanted to see Akaashi, it wasn’t necessary for the two-colored-haired one to insist too much for the Slytherin member to agree to be with him, since it was a training for Ravenclaw and he was in the strands, so Kenma wouldn’t run from him or disappear from his sight as he always did whenever he was around.

Akaashi and Ennoshita were the ones to welcome the youngers who wanted to join the Quidditch team of their house, not only because they were the captain and vice-captain of the team, but because it seemed that the rest of the players that were already in the team weren’t the most talkative people. 

Although Tsukishima and Kunimi either.

“You. We know who he is, but we don’t know who you are," Ennoshita expressed, pointing to Tsukishima and referring to Kunimi, who previously appeared before them in the Great Hall.

“Tsukishima Kei,” the fifth-year said with no emotion and along with a small bow.

Something was activated in Kenma's brain.

“Are you Tsukishima Akiteru’s brother?" He asked him.

The blond fifth-year seemed more serious than normal after hearing the name of his brother, but he nodded and Kenma just watched the others present. And while Akaashi didn’t consider that information important, he decided to do a little research after, because if Kenma decided to talk about it, then it was probably a detail he didn’t want to miss. But being focus on the present, he introduced himself as he introduced the rest of the players, and continued talking, until he was interrupted.

“That's right, Akaashi! With more enthusiasm, don’t forget that you are the captain now!”

All those who were in the field as well as in the stands, directed their eyes towards Bokuto, whose words had echoed all over the place. Kuroo stuck himself in the forehead, but then swallowed when he noticed that only one person was watching him instead of the one by his side.


But the sixth-year returned to fix his eyes on the lawn when Kuroo crossed glances with him.

Akaashi only remained silent while Bokuto raised both thumbs indicating that everything was fine, and returned to focus on the people close to him."As I was about to say, I'm the captain," he stated “Ennoshita is the vice-captain,” The black-haired boy besides him smiled enthusiastically at the sound of his name and position “Fortunately we have very good players, so we hope you give the best of you if you want to be part of the team,”

Both Ennoshita and Kenma, as well as Suna, Sakusa and Fukunaga, remained stupefied when they heard the words that the new captain of their team mentioned. Akaashi wasn’t known to give compliments to all the people he knew, so that simple prayer was the necessary impulse for the five to feel that they should show him that he would never have the opportunity to say otherwise, and that he would be proud to be called the new captain of the Ravenclaw team.

Ennoshita punched Akaashi's arm when the others complied with the orders he gave, and the team captain rubbed that area of his body.

“What was that for?”

"For nothing, Captain, I just think you're the best captain we could ever have, Captain," Ennoshita answered, winking at him in an exaggerated way.

"Stop calling me captain," Akaashi said without understanding.

Kunimi expressed that he wanted to be a guardian, so he placed himself in front of the three hoops on the left side, while Tsukishima, who wanted to be a beater, took one of the bats that Akaashi handed him before he rose on his broom and the sixth-year remained with his feet on the lawn, unlike the others, who were already on their brooms at a great height.

Ennoshita stopped keeping his concentration on the hoops by which he would pass the quaffle, when he spotted a familiar face on the strands. He felt that everything in his body stopped working when Tanaka's eyes fixed on him, but Ennoshita raised an eyebrow and turned around to realize that Kiyoko was behind him, sitting in the stands of the other side. He clutched his hands even more to the broom after concluding that Tanaka wasn’t looking at him, but at her, and because he was deep in thought, he didn’t concentrate on the practice game that just started, so Sakusa was the first to take the quaffle.

Quickly, Akaashi climbed on his broom and caught up with them after letting the balls mark their own paths. The captain took advantage of the fact that the action started on the other side of the field to ask Suna for his bat, and he returned it to him after preventing a bludger from hitting Ennoshita’s face, who finally reacted once he saw the bat and the arm of his friend very close to his face.

Akaashi didn’t scold him for being deconcentrated. He just looked at him after having looked around first.

“I know what it is that bothers you. And it's not the fact that you like Tanaka," he stated.

Ennoshita looked at him surprised, because he thought he would tell him that he wasn't fulfilling his role as vice-captain and player of the team, not that he began to talk about the subject that they always seemed to have to postpone because someone appeared to interrupt them.

He felt the weight on his shoulders grow even more when he heard Akaashi say what he truly felt. He had found out right. He didn’t need to say it out loud so that Akaashi knew why he acted the way he did.

“What is it then?”

His roommate previously claimed that he would help him get rid of the confusion, but instead of answering, Akaashi pointed his head towards Kiyoko.

The seventh-year girl witnessed the practices and games that Ravenclaw held since her fourth year, and after those who were a year older than her graduated, and the team remained without seventh-year people who were seriously interested in getting their house won the Quidditch Cup, she decided to subtract close to the team to ensure that the sixth-years wouldn’t surrender or leave Ravenclaw adrift, so it could be said that Kiyoko played the same role as Suga in Slytherin. Neither of them was on brooms like everyone else, but they knew what their strengths and weaknesses were.

In addition, Kiyoko was popular not only for having a great intelligence and being one of the top in her class, but for her enviable beauty too. So since she begun to devote her time to the Quidditch team, and while most students found it entertaining to watch the games of that sport, many more began to attend matches even if she didn’t play. And her name wasn't something that remained alien to Gryffindor and the other houses, since it was well known and not a secret that several were behind her all the time, even Yamamoto, Nishinoya and Tanaka having further strengthened the friendship between them after realizing that they could be considered the main fans of her.

And Akaashi was right.

Ennoshita hated that Tanaka talked about her all the time, that the only person whose characteristics he professed when he met Yamamoto and Nishinoya were hers. He hated that he didn’t seem to find another topic of conversation other than her, and that he didn’t hesitate to express what he felt whenever she was around. Always her. Everything revolved around her.


She represented the reality he had to face.

Tanaka didn’t correspond to his feelings, and probably never would.

Ennoshita felt the annoyance spread throughout his body, and jealousy made disappear that pleasant smile that he held at the beginning of the practice. He frowned, and his gaze was as severe as determined. Akaashi glimpsed the firmness in those dark brown eyes, and before he could realize, Ennoshita stopped being at his side to quickly approach Sakusa, who he wouldn't let continue to consider himself the best player of the team they formed for that practice, whose members managed to keep going without the presence of the captain and vice-captain.

However, not everyone thought that was a good thing.

“Akaashi, you can’t get distracted during practice!” Bokuto shouted.

After receiving a pass from Sakusa, Ennoshita managed to get his first point regardless of whether Kunimi was defending the hoops, and he looked at the Hufflepuff that had spoken, and then observed the captain of his team.

“You have to be a good captain, they all count on you!” Bokuto added.

Ennoshita continued with his eyes on Akaashi, who despite having always managed to realize what he felt even if he didn’t show it, at that moment was impossible to decipher because of the seriousness of his face.

Kuroo didn’t hesitate to hit his friend on the head, as he didn’t think his prayers were adequate to attract the attention of the Ravenclaw captain in a good way. Bokuto rubbed his head as he complained because he didn’t understand what the blow was due to, and the one belonging to Slytherin glared at him before returning his eyes to Kenma, whom he found hard to find after he was flying just as fast that the snitch he was trying to catch.

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The Gryffindor try-outs finally arrived.

Daichi and Yaku exchanged glances with each other.

Hinata and Inuoka smiled widely as they looked around wondering, trying to suppress the excitement that took their bodies from head to toe because finally the day they had waited so long to come, arrived; and like some of their same year, they would be able to say that they were in the quidditch field. They had barely been able to sleep and didn’t pay any attention in class, gaining scolding from the teachers though fortunately not serious enough to have points taken away. And beside them, Kageyama remained quiet and serious, not being the first time he was in that situation.

The whole team was already assembled as well as the others who wanted to try on.

Nishinoya, Yamamoto and Tanaka were already mounted on their brooms, because although they were already part of the team, they were still fans of being in the air instead of with their feet on the ground, so they didn’t hesitate to climb their brooms and barely touched the grass of the Quidditch pitch. They watched the rest from above because Daichi didn’t manage to prevent them from doing so after already giving up with the sixth-year trio. And unlike them, Kinoshita and Narita stayed close to Daichi while he introduced himself as the captain, making Yaku smile animated at being mentioned as the vice-captain of the same team. They were the only seventh-years present, and they planned to keep the practices in order even if they were aware of the sixth-year trio that was flying over them, and of the others present around them.

Especially two of them.

Although at that moment they remained silent because Daichi spoke, since they had entered the stadium, Hinata and Kageyama didn’t stop fighting for anything insignificant and meaningless, from who stepped on the grass first, who showed up first, or who would be accepted more quickly, and probably would have been the fastest to be mounted on their brooms if the trio of sixth-year hadn’t won them in doing so.

Yaku looked at Daichi not only because he was waiting for him to give some indication of what they would do, but because the fifth-year with orange hair that until now didn’t stop interspersing his gaze between the environment around him and the people next to him, decided to rest his eyes on him once he saw him. And once Daichi stated that everyone assumed the positions that had already been said so that the new ones could demonstrate what they were made of while they would check their performance, Yaku remained quiet when Hinata took the opportunity to approach him.

“How tall are you?” Hinata asked without hesitation.

Immediately a silence reigned in the quidditch field.

All those who were part of the official team fixed their eyes on the vice-captain of the same, who although was known because he didn’t have a great stature, was also known for the reactions he held when someone mocked him with the same subject, and for the same reason everyone was surprised when Yaku did nothing but let out a funny giggle when he heard him, because even if he hadn’t hesitated to kick him in any part of his body in case it had been someone else, the one in front of him didn’t seem to have mentioned those words with malicious intent, not to mention, that in addition, he turned out to be shorter than him.

“1, 65 cm,” he answered smiling “He's 1.59 cm,” Yaku didn’t doubt to add pointing to Nishinoya.

Hinata's bright eyes went to the one who was measuring less than him by four centimeters, proving to be the first person he knew who was shorter than him, and although the one with black hair and a blond lock narrowed his after noticing the huge smile on his face, Hinata didn’t seem to notice that gesture while Yamamoto and Tanaka began to laugh until they were hit in the head with the bat that Daichi was holding.

However, the orange-haired one quickly returned his attention to his broom.

Yaku stopped being by his side after braking in front of one of the trio of hoops that he had to protect while Nishinoya was defending the others, and after taking a look at Inuoka who was talking with Kinoshita and Narita, Hinata remained motionless when he noticed those at his side after having gain height with his broom like the others.

The seventh-year Gryffindor's guardian smiled when Daichi rested his eyes on him.

"You'll play together," Daichi determined once he turned his attention back to the players on their brooms in front of him.

Kageyama and Hinata turned their heads to see each other and watched in horror. Since they had crossed words for the first time, they promised to defeat each other no matter they belonged to the same house, they sworn that they would beat  the other and that in the end, only one of them would be the fastest. They planned to face each other to prove that they shouldn’t be underestimated, so when the captain of the team they wanted to belong to, said that they would play side by side instead of facing each other, they remained totally stupefied.

Meanwhile Daichi, and Yaku from where he was, smiled the same way.

They saw the two fifth-year students hold that race that led them to fly over near the tower where they all slept after belonging to the same house, and although they knew Kageyama and what he was capable of because they saw him perform the try-outs the year before to join the team, they hadn’t put their attention on Hinata until that moment, until they saw him fly at that speed without appearing worried about the great height he was at and with only one goal in mind: be quick and be able to reach the one in front of him.

Which, was the tasks that chasers had to perform during games.

So the captain and the vice-captain didn’t hesitate to place them on the same team.

“Tanaka, you'll be with them,” was the last thing Daichi added.

The aforementioned approached the two who seemed to observe him as if he was the salvation, and as soon as the captain blew his whistle and then put it under his shirt, everyone started moving. To be matched, Yamamoto was also placed as a beater on their team while Daichi was on the other side with Narita and two fourth-years who would face each other as chasers against the fifth-year duo and Tanaka, while Nishinoya and Yaku would watch the hoops, another fourth-year duo would be the other two beaters of the practice match, and Kinoshita would observe them to evaluate errors and advantages at the same time that the others continued exercising and Inuoka was already behind the snitch to check his speed.

Kindaichi and Kunimi, who were in the strands, exchanged glances.

Narita took advantage of the surprise that still invaded the faces of the fifth-year duo to be the first to take the quaffle and only be followed by Tanaka, until both Kageyama and Hinata understood that they wouldn’t be able to join the team if they continued to focus on each other and in the fact that they should not face each other but play together, and they quickly left after the search for the other chaser to start the game.

Which, turned out to be a disaster.

The fifth-year duo in the stands decided to attend the first practices of Gryffindor because they wanted to be present if the results turned out to be the same as last year, given that they didn’t hesitate to join the nickname it had been given to Kageyama, after also having the opportunity to play with him and therefore have the experience of flying at his side, so they could assure that "King" was the right nickname for him.

Kageyama loved Quidditch, but he didn’t realize that sometimes that fascination led him astray, although the previous year he understood that this was the case when, despite being considered a good player and having developed a good effort, he wasn’t been accepted in the official team of his house because he did nothing but express orders or say things badly during the practice match they had, achieving that instead of being accepted as the only fourth-year student, a nickname soon spread through the halls of the castle.

And although Daichi and Yaku hoped that one year would be enough time for a person to change, they regretted the decision they had made when instead of a nice game of practice between them and those who wanted to apply to enter the team, the practice ended up being a game in which Tanaka and Hinata were barely able to touch the quaffle, in which the fourth-year duo preferred to make sure that they wouldn’t be pulled from their brooms instead of trying to take the ball from Kageyama, in which Narita didn’t stop grimacing, and in which Nishinoya was able to listen very carefully to most of the screams that Kageyama had let escape because near his hoops was where most of the passes he had started to do, ended up in the quaffle itself falling down because Hinata or Tanaka weren't fast enough to reach it, or rather, he patient enough to ask them if they needed him to be slower.

And his comments finally began to spread to more people.

Yamamoto was the first to receive one of those when he was placed close to him to prevent a bludger hit him, which instead of a thank you, concluded with Kageyama telling him that he could prevent those balls from hitting him without interrupting his way. And the second one was Inuoka, who chasing the snitch, crossed in the middle of his direction only to momentarily stop chasing the small golden ball because Kageyama started yelling at him, until he realized that he would waste time listening to him and that he didn’t seek to follow the fight after answering him, so he resumed his pursuit.

And finally the captain and the vice-captain decided to interrupt when they realized that for the moment, the idea they had had wouldn't give the results they had expected.

The quaffle sent by Kageyama only brushed Hinata's fingers instead of catching it with his entire hand, and when Narita caught it before it touched the grass, Daichi told him not to throw it up again and to keep the same after deciding to cut the game that in the end wasn't helping anyone. Yaku barely participated, the fourth-year quartet seemed deeply envious of their companions who had exercised with Kinoshita, Nishinoya's attempts to protect the loops were frustrated, Tanaka and Hinata barely touched the quaffle, and only Narita, Yamamoto and the captain moved as they should, which didn’t matter because they were already part of the team and what they needed was to see the performance of those who didn’t.

“You're slow, I told you!” Kageyama expressed irritated “If you'd moved more stooped, you could have caught that pass!”

Nobody understood how it was that Hinata still hadn’t answered him, because although the black-haired one had been screaming at him since the match started, he didn’t return the word on any occasion, but before he decided to do so, Daichi blew the whistle attracting everyone's attention.

On the strands, the fifth-year duo had observed the whole situation.

"Still a King," Kindaichi whispered, and Kunimi rested his gaze on him when he heard him.

Tanaka let out a snort at Hinata's emotionless expression, since he had felt in the same way throughout the match after not being able to catch most of Kageyama's passes, and even before the practice began, Daichi asked him, Nishinoya and Yamamoto, not to say a word about last year's try-outs in which they had also been present to appreciate Kageyama's attitude and his way of dealing with people, but after knowing perfectly the frustration with which Hinata was carrying on his shoulders, he didn’t hesitate to speak for him.

"This is training," he began to say, making the others who had been part of the practice match watch him because several had many things to say but didn't because of the request made by Daichi “Not a real match, can you relax a little?” He added being as respectful as he could only because of the consideration and admiration he felt for who was the captain of his team.


Kageyama didn’t like losing in any way.

And neither to be told that he should relax when all he wanted was to win.

He didn’t want to relax, he didn’t want to play without wanting to win. He wanted others to play like him.

"We're supposed to train and then win games, not lose them because the moves are slow," Kageyama said without understanding his words at all.

His irritation didn’t allow him to realize that the others around him were looking for the same thing as him, to enjoy quidditch and to find themselves mounted on their brooms, being able to feel the adrenaline in their bodies and the wind in their faces. His way of stating his words didn’t show that he wanted others to improve so that they could win, since that was what he really wanted, but he sought to insult anyone who didn’t meet his expectations.

“Win games? Who told you that you have joined the team?”

Kageyama swallowed deeply at those words.

He didn’t even want to think about being rejected a second time.

Suddenly memories of the previous year hit him.

The olders of the team telling him that his attitude was similar to that of a tyrant and that they didn’t want anyone to act like a king in the team they belonged to, nobody from the minor courses defending him and others watching him, all that happening again. Yamamoto and Nishinoya watched him in the same way that Tanaka did, and although Daichi opened his mouth, Kageyama didn’t give him the opportunity to tell him that he didn’t managed to join the team because he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of his great speed to descend and quickly get off his broom to leave the Quidditch field although he heard that they mentioned his name.

Hinata remained stunned.

And he was so focused on the one who had just left, that he didn’t even ask himself if he had joined the team, because after all, nobody was able to stand out in the practice match.

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Iwaizumi remained with an arched eyebrow and crossed arms behind Oikawa.

"Don’t look at me like that, Iwa-chan," the second one said.

Oikawa didn’t need to concentrate on his best friend to know that he was looking at him with his severe green eyes, although he didn’t realize that the same look had descended to his knee.

“I told you not to overdo the training.”

After hearing those words, Oikawa rolled his eyes and turned around, making Iwaizumi rest his eyes on him again to watch him indignantly because the boy with brown hair kept most of his face covered with what appeared to be a green paste.

“It doesn’t hurt, Iwa-chan, can you go to sleep now?” He asked, waving his hands to indicate that he could leave him alone “You're making me nervous.”

“You should be nervous. I'm mad at you and I want you to know it.”

“You are always mad at me, Iwa-chan. It's not a surprise.”

Iwaizumi didn’t hesitate to approach him to give him a blow on the head, and smiled sideways when he heard a scream escape Oikawa's lips who quickly turned to look in the mirror and check that no lock of his hair had been stained with what he considered to be a facial mask that some nights he used to continue to make his skin soft and free of any imperfection.

But the smile on Iwaizumi's face disappeared immediately.

He was really upset to learn that Oikawa continued training without paying attention to him and unable to wait for the Slytherin practices to begin, resulting in his knee paying the consequences after not allowing his body to rest enough. And he wasn’t worried about him just because he liked him, because they were best friends or were on the same team, but because Iwaizumi knew him perfectly, and knew that an injury to his knee wouldn’t stop him from continuing to give his all in workouts that didn’t have to be done to the maximum.

“Oikawa, I swear to you that if this is because you are now-

"That's not why, Iwa-chan," he assured him, interrupting him.

Iwaizumi glared at him and decided to leave because the brown-haired boy seemed more interested in taking care of his skin than in listening to his own words, but Oikawa only spent a few minutes alone in the bathroom while continuing to adjust the green mask on his face, because after a few seconds, he heard a laugh that made him roll his eyes because he knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Are you going to laugh every time you see me like this?” Oikawa asked.

"Of course," Kuroo replied, appearing at his side with his typical grin.

“I don’t laugh at you even if you look ridiculous when you do it,”

“Me? Ridiculous? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

"Every day, every hour," Oikawa answered, finally leaving his face in peace.

He turned to rest part of his butt on the sink counter as Kuroo did, and like they both usually did when they decided to wear the same mask and therefore chatted or teased each other while waiting for it to dry for then look in the mirror and see that they continued to be the envy of many as well as the most wanted of Slytherin.

"You only do the mask without me when you're stressed," Kuroo began to say totally serious after a few seconds had passed in silence “I don’t like that," he added, nodding towards the other one's knee that was wrapped in thick white gauze, making Oikawa momentarily look down at it.

"Don’t be like Iwa-chan," he said.

"You and I know I could never be like him," Kuroo whispered in his ear along with a daring smile showing that he was capable of being a serious person as well as a playful one in a matter of seconds, and Oikawa just looked at him with an indecipherable smile before rolling his eyes.

“Nervous for tomorrow?” He asked him.

Kuroo remained serious again and crossed his arms after hearing him.

“Are you?”

“I asked first.”


“Maybe me too.”

The two friends smiled when they listened to each other, and although they didn’t show it to each other, they appreciated that the one in front of him continued acting in the same way to which they were accustomed without letting any decision get in the way of the great and entertaining friendship they had developed between them.


"Maybe we need someone like you in our team, Suga," Yaku said.

“Like me?” The gray-haired one asked confused when he heard his words.

It turned out that Daichi's shyness about his beloved Slytherin was worse than he could admit, because just as they both knew Kuroo, Yaku was another person with whom they both had a great friendship. Gryffindor's guardian knew Suga as well as Daichi, they were equally close, shared a great friendship, and shared most of their classes as well as possessing similar personalities, which only made Daichi's situation even worse because with more than one friend in common with Suga, he should be able to talk to him like any other could do and not stay blank as he used to. Multiple times he had tried to join the conversations between Yaku and Suga, only to end up turning around before thinking he would be ridiculed.

The courage was evident in Daichi, except when it came to Suga.

“Someone who knows us all well, and knows how to handle situations that others don’t,” Yaku specified.

He already told his classmate how badly it had turned out to be the first quidditch training for his team, since since Kageyama left the field, it had taken a long time to get Yamamoto, Tanaka and Nishinoya back to the same level of always, and to make Hinata stop looking worried and paying attention, while the others tried to erase the tension that Kageyama's attitude had generated. Later Daichi looked for Kageyama to speak with him, but in spite of belonging to the same house, he wasn’t able to find him, and Yaku didn't think it was a coincidence.

"You're talking about yourself, Yaku," Suga assured him with a smile, making the boy seated in front of him on the table that belonged to the colors scarlet and gold, curved his mouth too.

It wasn’t strange that the two of them spent time together outside of class as well.

“I couldn’t avoid anything during the try-outs,”

“Don't think you are the only team with problems. It's always difficult to accept new personalities and continue with the same atmosphere as always," the gray-haired one stated “Besides, I can assure you that Slytherin's problems will probably outweigh Gryffindor's today," he added, seeming to have a lost look.

“What do you mean?” Yaku asked confused.

"While your problem is to get your original team yo accept new teammates, mine is to get my own team to get along with each other,"

Yaku looked at him disoriented, wondering what he meant by those words because he didn’t remember ever having sighted any fight involving two students belonging to the Slytherin Quidditch team, but Suga's expressionless look and face of concern were enough for him to wondered if it was possible that there had been some fight or discussion of which he wasn’t aware after belonging to another house, exactly, to which Slytherin considered its rival.

Last year it became clear that the seventh-year ones decided to take control not only of the Gryffindor quidditch team, but also the Slytherin’s one, which was the only reason why Kindaichi didn’t shown up to do the try-outs, because although both Oikawa and Iwaizumi told him he was a great player, they also assured him that he would be rejected if he did the try-outs not because he wasn't enough as a player, but because the older ones became obsessed with the idea that only people of the last courses could belong to the team.

But time went on, and people graduated, and therefore, Kindaichi avoided holding a big smile on his face while he felt more than ready to get on the broom he was holding with his hand, after waiting to receive some kind of instruction at the same time he could feel the excitement go through his body, because he finally was able to show up to do the try-outs to introduce himself to the quidditch team of his house. Which not only meant that he would be part of the official Slytherin team if he entered, but he would also play with those two people with whom he had already played after being part of the same team, whom he admired as both players and great people, knowing that they were probably the reason why the Sorting Hat had placed him in Slytherin when his turn to be sorted arrived.

From the strands, Kunimi looked at him amused although his face didn’t express it.

He had also spent the last three years playing along with the one who he was still watching at that moment, with Kageyama, and with the two who were two years older than them, and who despite stopped playing with them because after being olders they had been moved to another category in the team they had formed for three years outside the castle, at Hogwarts they continued to show that they were there for them in case they wanted to chat, practice quidditch, or need help with studies. The five had belonged to the same team, and unlike Kageyama, he and Kindaichi continued to get along well and maintain good relationships with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, so it wasn’t surprising that the black-haired one of his same year seemed to want to go to the bathroom after trying not to move too much in his place because the emotion was surpassing him.

However, the two remained serious when they realized that one of the people they admired, wasn’t present while the other approached Kindaichi and the others at that moment. Kindaichi's eyes shone at the thought that Iwaizumi turned out to be the leader of the team after he started talking and gathering them together, but his happiness disappeared as soon as he started talking with Daishou and Suga at his sides.

“The captain and the vice-captain are in the infirmary to check that he has nothing. They'll come back before we can imagine, so don't think we'll rest until they return." It was all he said, and the mood changed from one second to the next.

Daishou seemed tense since they had met in the field while Suga seemed determined to look at the grass with his hazel eyes.

With his words, Iwaizumi made it clear that he wasn’t one of the team leaders that year, and that therefore, Kuroo and Oikawa were in charge of the team, although he didn’t specify what role each one played, which was what everyone wanted to know, since unlike the other houses, whose names of the new captains and vice-captains had been known from the first moment they had been appointed by the captain of the previous team, the matter of the captaincy was a subject dealt with differently in Slytherin. The sixth-years that made up the team didn’t even have the slightest clue about who would be the new team leader, although everyone expected, and assumed, it would be the one whose image they already had in their minds. As well as Kindaichi too, so Iwaizumi and Daishou exchanged glances of surprise after the others present nodded and quickly mounted their brooms to start the practice instead of doing questions about the matter.

Kindaichi's nerves disappeared as soon as he climbed on his broom.

Unlike those of his same year who already showed up to do the try-outs for the teams of their respective houses, he didn’t feel that he should be worried if he couldn’t be part of the team, because although nobody assured him a place and he would do his best to stand out during the exercises, he already knew each of the people who composed the team, not only because they were from the same house, but because at one time or another he had practiced with them during the previous years, although he could assure that he had in favor the fact of having previously been in the same team as Oikawa and Iwaizumi for three years in a row, so he was used to playing with them and couldn’t wait to do it again, although he also wanted to be able to join the team because Kunimi had already been accepted in his team, and in case he was also accepted, even though they would no longer play side by side as they were accustomed, they would have the opportunity to face each other since he was a chaser and Kunimi a guardian, so he really wanted to be able to earn a place in the team, not to mention that in addition, another part of him wanted to face Kageyama too.

They passed the beginning of the practice doing different exercises, throwing the quaffle towards the hoops while those who wanted to be beaters had to try to hit the bludgers that at the same time others had to avoid, while the other trio of hoops was defended by those who sought to be guardians so that those who wanted to be chasers were against them. Iwaizumi was responsible for maintaining order while Suga organized the different activities, until they noticed that some of the applicants began to stop paying attention because they had sighted two figures walking into the field, and although Iwaizumi frowned when he saw the elastic knee brace on Oikawa's left knee once he also laid his eyes on him, he was glad that at least the consequences of his overexertion weren’t serious enough for him to spend time without playing quidditch. The two who arrived continued chatting with each other instead of taking their brooms immediately and joining others, who despite having managed to keep up appearances, were desperate to know who would be the new team leader, so while Kindaichi was one of the first to descend from his broom to approach them, he wasn’t the only one.

But the fifth-year didn’t come down because he wanted to know who the new team leader was, since he was sure that his intuition never failed and therefore whoever he thought was the new team leader would indeed be, so he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to express the word that escaped from his lips.

“Captain!” He exclaimed more than happy.

He had spent three years of his life playing with two people who possessed great skills and were considered good players, so for him there was no doubt that the one who had previously been his teammate, occupied the role of leader.

Futakuchi and Yahaba collided with each other while the Miya twins laughed at them.

Daishou didn’t blink for several seconds.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki exchanged glances with each other.

Suga felt the tension invade his body.

Iwaizumi hit his forehead with his hand.

And Kindaichi remained totally stupefied when the one in turning around when he heard that someone called him since he occupied that position on the team, was Kuroo, and not Oikawa.

Chapter Text

Kuroo banged his head against the locker.

He thought that hitting that part of his body would help him to stay calm, but he only made his forehead touch the locker in a violent way for a second time after not feeling the calm return to his body or his mind.

“Angry for something special, Tetsu-chan?” His whole body tensed when he heard that voice and that nickname with which only one person called him that way. All he wanted was for no one to keep him company, but he knew he wasn’t alone “Why do you seem to be puzzled? I wasn’t the only one who noticed that Kindaichi thought I was the new team captain, was I? I thought your ego would take longer to crack.”

“Don't bother me, Oikawa.”

Although Kuroo's voice was stern, the one who decided to keep him company once the first practice of the year for Slytherin ended, simply smiled sideways, completely carefree to see the other one with his forehead resting in the locker along with a clear grimace of annoyance and tiredness in his face.

“Or maybe you seem to be in another world because a certain dyed blond doesn’t leave your thoughts in peace?” Oikawa sang dangerously while approaching him. Kuroo took off his brow from the locker to rest his eyes on him “I know you more than you want, Tetsu-chan. After seven years I assumed that you learned that I observe and drew my conclusions very quickly.”

"Don’t forget why we get along so well," Kuroo determined, looking at him seriously.

Oikawa approached him until he reached his hands slowly to his shoulders in case the black-haired one reacted with speed against him, and although Kuroo' full body tensed when Oikawa's hands rested on his shoulders, he then felt that an extreme calm took hold of him as the brown-haired one slid his hands down his arms.

"I'm glad to hear you accept that we get along," Oikawa said quietly, though there was no one besides them in the locker room.

"Don’t let it go to your head," Kuroo said, turning his head slightly.

The one with brown hair gave him a small smile behind which he was wondering if his housemate had certainly got angry with him for the roles they currently held in the team they both belonged to, since the situation unlinked by Kindaichi made the quidditch practice to be uncomfortable for everyone since he uttered that word and his expression proved that it was he who he thought would turn instead of Kuroo, on whose shoulders his hands rested again.

And behind Kuroo's tense muscles, all the worries surfaced.

Not only he wasn’t able to concentrate during the training because he knew that his new role in the team wasn’t what everyone expected, or because he didn’t know if his imagination played against him along with his nerves or he really felt that some members of the team acted reluctant to him, only making him want the first training to finish instead of not wanting it to end after wanting to continue coordinating. But also because as Oikawa managed to read, the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about Kenma also conditioned him to not act as he knew he could do, since after knowing that he was a captain, he expected the Ravenclaw to be the first one to congratulate him, not the first one to run away to get away from him as he continued to do. He was at a disadvantage no matter how he wanted to see the situation. It was obvious that there were people who didn’t want him to be captain, and Kenma's image didn’t leave his mind. He had been worried since he was told the roles that he and Oikawa would occupy as the new team leaders, because even if he felt proud when he understood that he was the new captain, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how close they all were, one of them still was the preferred one, and he knew it wasn’t him.

The two postponed the decision to express what role each one played in the team unlike the others in the other houses, because from the beginning they knew that although their companions could be the sweetest people, even if no one from the other houses believe it, they could end up holding the worst attitudes ever seen in case the decision of the captaincy didn’t please them. And from the faces they sighted throughout the training, they knew that they couldn’t allow the other one to collapse, that they should rest on each other and not allow the comments of others to separate them. Oikawa and Kuroo knew that once they stopped having each other, trusting blindly and betting without hesitation, then everything would fall apart in seconds.

"As the vice-captain, it's my job to be the bridge between you and the team," the one with brown hair began to say once he moved a few inches away from him to allow him to turn around and stay facinf each other “I have to worry about you and the team, so for the moment, leave the problems to me and take the time I give you so you can continue thinking about your beloved boy more calmly.”

The two remained silent, observing each other.

As soon as an uncertainty interrupted their eye contact, as soon as a doubt escaped or an error was committed by one of them, everything around them would be destroyed and their personalities so equal but yet so different would end up colliding with each other. So as the new captain and vice-captain of the team, they only had the option of thinking that dishonesty and lies could never come between them.

"Everyone kept talking about the training," Iwaizumi said.

Having become accustomed to leaving his own room to allow Matsukawa and Hanamaki, in whose actions he didn’t want to think, he was again in the Slytherin common room where he could perceive a certain atmosphere that wasn’t to his liking.

The seventh-years had been the only ones to know about the decision of the captaincy from the beginning, so Iwaizumi was angry with Oikawa for thinking that his overexertion and double training time were due to his frustration at not having managed to get the role of captain of the Quidditch team. He didn’t like to guess that his best friend wasn’t satisfied with his new role as vice-captain, and that his words were accompanied by lethal poison every time he said he was satisfied with the position he had acquired.

"I bet Kindaichi never thought he would achieve such an uprising just by saying a simple word," Oikawa said, who was sitting next to him on the couch while his legs were in his lap, letting Iwaizumi to continue being angry with him after he spotted the bandage on his knee, although during training he didn’t see him move in a strange way to try to hide any pain he might have.

After practice Iwaizumi ended up being the one to reassure the fifth-year one that he shouldn’t worry about having left a bad impression only because he thought that Oikawa would be the new captain instead of the one who actually turned around because he was the captain of the team.

“I'm not surprised that everyone continued talking about it, but that you are the one who avoids to do it,” Iwaizumi expressed, since since the practice was over, his best friend didn’t talk about the training yet, and both were aware that it was a subject of which several were already speaking, because although Iwaizumi became accustomed to feeling watched all the time because for him it wasn’t news that Oikawa was one of the most sought for both his appearance and personality, at that time he didn’t doubt that some around them were talking about the new leaders of the Slytherin's quidditch team “I even thought you would play dumb and that you would make Kindaichi believe you were the captain," he added, watching him.

“I rather spend my time on other activities instead of bothering Kindaichi or taking the focus away from Tetsu-chan. I prefer to bother you, Iwa-chan.”

“You already do that.”

Oikawa giggled when he heard him.

The one with brown hair watched him for a few seconds, because although he liked that Iwaizumi cared for him by manifesting it in his own way, he wasn’t frustrated because he didn’t manage to be the new captain of the team, although he was concerned about the consequences that decision would carry, because although he believed that Kuroo was the best option to lead the team to which they belonged, he was aware that many people believed the opposite, and that most probably had projected him on the highest pedestal. But he couldn’t afford to imagine what would have happened if the roles had been reversed, because he had to focus on keeping together the team that already had begun to collapse, and also to prevent Kuroo from destroying himself in the process.

“I do believe it’s weird that you aren’t the captain.”

Oikawa looked at him impressed.

Iwaizumi didn’t disagree with the fact that the black-haired one was the new leader and his best friend the vice-captain, since he also believed that with the leadership of the two together they had great possibilities of arriving far away, but anyway it continued to seem strange to him that Oikawa wasn’t the leader with more responsibility, because although he didn’t express it out loud as Kindaichi, he also thought that the brown-haired one would inherit the role in the team.

Oikawa bit his lower lip in a hidden way. "Are you saying that I should have been chosen as captain, Iwa-chan?” He hid his sudden enthusiasm behind a cheery smile “You flatter me,”

Iwaizumi watched him seriously after catching a glimpse of the proud smile on his face.

“I’m saying that it was obvious that you didn’t get along with the former captain, and that maybe your bad relationship with him led to him not choosing you as the new leader of the team,” he said.

"It doesn’t matter," Oikawa stated immediately when he heard those words. It was true that he didn’t maintain a good relationship with the previous captain, but that didn’t matter anymore because it was about the past, and his duty was to focus on the team of which he was part of the present “Tetsu-chan is the captain and I the vice-captain. Knowing that you still trust me despite not being elected as captain is enough for me." He determined exposing his thoughts aloud.

Knowing that everyone believed in him to be the new captain and that they continued to do so even though he wasn’t chosen as such, showed him that his housemates trusted him to guide them on the quidditch course, and that was all he needed to be able to continue and feel satisfied with his new role in the team.

“I'm not going to let you believe you're the best, Stupidkawa.”

Oikawa formed an expression of offense. “Iwa-chan don’t cut the insult!”

“Stupid Oikawa.”

“Don't separate it either!”

Kuroo glimpsed the way in which Iwaizumi held a small smile on his face at the same time Oikawa seemed to be offended until they began to fight each other, after the black-haired one didn’t hesitate to throw a cushion from the chair at the other one who decided to do the same, and he finally left the common room he shared with them as well as with the rest of the Slytherin students.

He didn’t think he didn’t have friends who were present to lift his spirits since both Suga and Daishou had spoken to him both before and after the practices as all seventh-year students did afterwards, to assure him that they agreed with him and the decision on the captaincy and to congratulate him honestly without any bad intentions behind their words, but he envied that Oikawa had someone with whom to spend his time talking about what he felt, whether it was about quidditch or any other topic.

His mind began to sink in all the memories that appeared in his head until the sudden presence of a person in front of him prevented him from continuing to enter his own thoughts, feeling more and more in misery.

“Why you didn’t tell me you're the Slytherin captain?!”

Bokuto's tone of voice that echoed through the hallway and made the characters of several paintings around them, cover their ears or make faces with annoyance at the sudden excited shout, was enough for Kuroo to laugh sincerely.

"Because you have a big mouth and you wouldn’t have kept it a secret," he answered.

His best friend, who had run around the castle looking for him because he wanted to find him even if it was already night and had to be in his respective common room instead of near the Slytherin dungeons with his light blue pajamas on that had drawings of owls of various types in his pants as well as the image of a big one in his chest, opened his mouth to reproach him for those words, but after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he realized that his best friend was probably right and it was more likely that he wouldn’t have managed to remain silent if he had known that they had the same role in their respective teams, so he decided to smile enthusiastically and place his hands on the sides of his waist because he was proud that the both of them were the leaders of their teams, but his expression slowly turned into a grimace of confusion when he noticed all the words Kuroo had mentioned.

“Why you wanted to keep it a secret?” He asked.

"Because everyone loves you, Bo," he said, and the boy in front of him would have held a big smile and a certain special glow in his pupils in case he didn’t mentioned those words with a grimace that didn’t show happiness “I know that the team preferred, and still prefers, someone else to be the captain.”

Bokuto raised an eyebrow.

“I think you're the best captain of all captains. Sure, after me, because if I accepted that you are a better captain than me then I think my team would be angry with me, but I don’t want to put myself in a superior position because I know you are awesome. Maybe also after Akaashi? I don’t know, I think I should have to think about it. Maybe you are tied in the same place or are even better than me? Or the three of us are in the same level? Also what about Daichi? I like him but you should have priority for being my best friend. But Akaashi is prettier, so, I don’t know," Bokuto seemed to be deeply focused on his own words.

Kuroo laughed as he watched his best friend remain confused by the phrases that had left his own mouth, and he was thankful that he was spontaneous enough to make him laugh when he was totally absorbed in his thoughts. He always managed to make him feel that all the stress disappeared with his words that never carried bad intentions and with him honest attitude.

“Thanks, I think,” he expressed “But as much as I appreciate it, you're not in Slytherin. It’s important for the team to accept me.”

“If they don’t accept you, I’ll chase them all!” Bokuto exclaimed more than sure.

"I'm glad you're my best friend," Kuroo said sincerely.

The one belonging to Hufflepuff held one of his best smiles when he heard him, but tilted his head in confusion after verifying that Kuroo wasn’t smiling like him. “And why aren’t you smiling?” He asked.

Despite not being a complete observer like his housemates who turned out to be highly perceptive, Kuroo smiled sideways when he realized that Bokuto didn’t need to be an expert or try to read him all the time to get to know him enough, and therefore realized that the lack of a smile on his face was due to several reasons. Kuroo leaned his back against the wall and let out a sigh.


Bokuto copied his position and watched him while forming a pout with his lips after remembering that his best friend would never be totally well nor form a sincere smile unless the sixth-year boy who belonged to Ravenclaw, would stop avoiding him and accept to talk to him for at least five minutes.

"I wish I could talk about this with him," he added.

“Do you want a bros hug?” Bokuto asked.

That kind of hugs were what they gave each other when one of the two didn’t had the best day and really needed someone to put their arms around them to assure them that although at the moment things didn’t seem right, soon everything would cease to be a problem and they would find a way to find the positive side of the situations that were currently making them feel like they were drowning.

And that was what Kuroo just needed.

He accepted his best friend to surround him with his big arms that quickly gave him a feeling of confidence as well as security. But although he also wrapped his arms around him, and was grateful that both Bokuto and the rest of his friends were there to support him and give him encouragement at times when he wasn’t fully sure of his abilities, he wouldn’t be totally calm until the dyed blond that continued to be the main character in his train of thoughts, agreed to at least stay close to him without fleeing as fast as his legs would allow him. He was tired of always watching Kenma get away from him, but he also understood why he was doing it.

Was he really sorry for what he did?

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Ennoshita finished stretching the different parts of his body and felt that all his muscles thanked him in return.

“Now that you know who your opponents are, how do you feel?” He asked.

Akaashi finished fixing his bluish tie with diagonal silver lines before answering. "Ennoshita, they aren’t my opponents," He corrected.

The one with black hair who was still in his pajamas because he spent his time stretching every part of his body after having slept a few hours, giggled.

“Of course they are. You are the only sixth-year captain, Akaashi. You are extremely important.”

"And you're the only sixth-year vice-captain," He reminded him, and Akaashi immediately regretted mentioning those words, because the ego of his roommate seemed to shoot up when he didn’t hesitate to stand on his bed and place his hands at the sides of his waist while smiling broadly and proudly. "If you fall, I won’t let you play," He added, looking at him.

Ennoshita came down in a matter of seconds. “Did you know that Kuroo was captain before everyone knew it?” He asked.

The news that the seventh-year was the new leader of the Slytherin quidditch team with Oikawa by his side as the vice-captain, had quickly dissipated through the halls and corners of Hogwarts over the weekend, quickly getting all the students to start talking about it since everyone was aware of Oikawa's great abilities.

Akaashi shook his head.

"He managed to keep it well secret," He expressed, realizing that the Slytherin student probably didn’t told Bokuto either, who the previous day didn’t hesitate to interrupt his quiet lunch to tell him about his best friend's captaincy, about which he didn’t doubt Bokuto would have told him before if he would have known in advance.

“Why do you think he did it?”

“I don’t think it was to maintain the mystery. It’s obvious that the majority thought that Oikawa would be the captain and it is remarkable that the others that make up the team get along better, or are closer, to him than Kuroo. Personally, I think that both are good players and able to occupy said role, so I’m not surprised that Oikawa is the vice-captain, although it’s clear that if they kept it secret it’s because those of the team don’t think like me."

Ennoshita watched him without blinking for a few seconds, since he didn’t expect his roommate to give such a long and complex answer with only a few details. He didn’t even noticed the difference in the relationships and closeness between the students of the Slytherin house, and he raised an eyebrow at the realization that perhaps it was his turn to start looking at the other teams as the vice-captain of his, because in the end, it was just as important to think about his own team as it was about the other three.

“And you think that Kuroo will do it well?”

Akaashi opened his mouth to answer but remained silent when Kenma entered the room, so he decided to pretend to be focused on getting his tie ready while Ennoshita suddenly seemed interested in changing his pajamas for his uniform, as they knew that mentioning the new Slytherin captain in front of him wasn’t a good idea, and for the same reason they were surprised when he spoke.

“You don’t have to stay quiet," Kenma said.

The two with black hair exchanged glances with each other.

"I think he'll do it well," Akaashi decided to answer to his housemate’s earlier question “Being the captain of a team is a burden of responsibility, and I think there is no one more prepared to lead them than he is.”

“Oikawa is the new captain then?”

Akaashi and Ennoshita once again exchanged glances with each other as they listened to the words of the third present and then rested their stares of amazement on him.

“What?” Kenma articulated when he noticed he was being observed.

“Oikawa isn’t the captain.”

"Kuroo is," Ennoshita added.

Kenma's expressionless face changed for a few seconds, giving them the opportunity to understand that he previously mentioned they could keep talking because he didn’t suspect they were talking about Kuroo.

“Is he?” He asked in amazement.

Neither of them was surprised to hear him. They didn’t doubt his electronic device kept him busy enough to not notice or hear what everyone had talked about in the past few days, no matter what time it was.

Kenma frowned faintly at the sight of Akaashi nodding.

He wondered why Kuroo didn’t tell him personally.

And then he returned to hold his typical lost look as he remembered why.

Kenma had never been a fan of big crowds. Not even the small ones.

His strength wasn’t being social or making friends, nor starting conversations or exchange exhausting words with people he didn’t know and who approached him spontaneously. It took him a long time to enter into trust with someone, and even more to feel comfortable in the presence of other people.

He stretched the sleeves of his tunic when he saw the people around him in the Great Hall.

He managed to gather enough courage to decide to congratulate Kuroo on his new position in the team, but the students who were around him congratulating him and patting him on the back, managed to get the Ravenclaw member to let his nerves eat him down.


The one with black roots and hair dyed of blond noticed the one occupying the other part of his sight after said one was seated in front of him, and therefore, giving his back to those present in the Slytherin table.

"I don’t like telling you this since you know what I think about him," Akaashi continued while having his eyes fixed in the book in front of him “But I’m sure that if you approach him, he will leave everyone aside to approach you as well.”

Kenma was surprised to hear him, because as he mentioned, Akaashi wasn’t in favor of the Slytherin student that always tried to find him, which also explained why Akaashi always chose to go with him when Kuroo was present instead of stay talking with Bokuto. He supposed that his own nerves managed to be remarkable enough that even his roommate decided to accept him talking to the other one before he continued to transfer his nervousness to him.

He had been fleeing from Kuroo since the holidays started, so he didn’t have a conversation with him or been close to him for several months. And although he hated himself because he thought he shouldn't feel like congratulating him on his new role, he wanted to do it anyway. His brain was screaming for him to stay still and let the event pass, since he didn’t have to give him a few words of encouragement, while his heart made him feel nervous and push him into the abyss of intrigue and anxiety.

He barely managed to fall asleep as soon as the idea of congratulating him appeared in his head.

He should be able to mention four simple words.

'Congratulations for being captain.'

Not one more word or one word less.

It was as simple as it sounded.

Kenma stood up after giving himself enough courage, but again found himself sitting in a matter of seconds, and Akaashi looked up from his book to watch him.

"You don’t have to do it," He reminded him.

“But I want to,”

“Then do it,”

“I'm not sure.”

The two contradicted each other with their own words.

“Do you want me to call him?” Akaashi asked, been aware of how much his friend hated big groups of people.

Kenma took a few seconds before shaking his head.

Half of his nervousness would disappear given the case Akaashi called Kuroo, but he wanted to be able to do it himself.

"I promise that if you do it, I'll give you a new videogame," He heard the black-haired boy say.

While Kenma was the son of a muggle father and a witch mother, Akaashi could be considered pureblood after having two parents who owned wands, so the first one felt that he regained his courage after listening him, not only because he really wanted a new videogame, but also because of what Akaashi had said, who hardly knew and understood what was the device that he always had with him, although at that moment he decided to leave it in his room to not let the object take his attention from the one belonging to Slytherin.

The smallest of smiles appeared on Akaashi's face when Kenma got up.

Feeling that every step from his table to the Slytherin table was the same as trying to climb the worst and highest of the mountains, he managed to advance some distance to remain standing near the table where the green and silver colors stood out. He didn’t dare to get closer, not only because most of the students from that house didn’t give him a sense of confidence, but also because he didn’t dare, and yet his nervousness worsened and he felt the heat build up in his cheeks when Akaashi turned out to be right, because just as Kuroo noticed that a shy golden gaze rested on him, he stopped concentrating on the people who wore his same uniform when he saw Kenma watching him, although the latter fixed his eyes on the ground once he did. The seventh-year remained confused for a few seconds, wondering if for real the one with black roots and blond hair was standing not so far from him, that being the way he expressed that he wanted to talk, because very regretfully, he became accustomed to him don’t wanting to stay close to him and flee from his person every time he was near, so it took him a few more seconds before he realized that that could also be an opportunity for him.

Futakuchi and Yahaba fixed their eyes on who happened to be their new captain when said one stopped being the center of attention in their table after getting up and going towards the Ravenclaw boy that was waiting for him, fiddling with the sleeves of his tunic and using the ground as fixed point, and as the respective captain of Ravenclaw guessed right, Kenma had taken the first steps, while Kuroo didn’t hesitate to leave all others aside to get close to him.

The meeting between the two was a collision of nerves. Kuroo was still stunned to realize that Kenma was really in front of him, still and not desperate to run away from him. He didn’t understand the sudden change of attitude towards his person, but he wasn’t bothered by the unexcpected turn of behavior, quite the opposite. While for his part, Kenma was already beginning to regret having left his electronic device in the room and left the table of his house, since his heart kept threatening to pierce his chest and his blush was evident even if he wanted to avoid it. He wasn’t ready to talk to him, and he hated himself even more not only because he had decided to talk to him even though he had all the arguments for not doing so, but also because he didn’t want to understand why his body was acting contrary to what he wanted.

He hated himself, and he hated Kuroo.

But his words proved otherwise.

“Congratulations,” He managed to articulate without knowing how.

And he walked away hurriedly before Kuroo could even say a word, not allowing him to express all the sentences he had already begun to formulate in his head.

At least he was able to say one of the four words.

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Tanaka and Nishinoya looked at each other again.

They nodded totally determined, and all they knew, was that after adding a few drops of green liquid which origin they didn’t know, to the cauldron that laid on the table in front of them, a small explosion occurred, that being the motive why their faces ended up covered of charcoal, and even Tanaka could see a tiny flame in the blond lock of his best friend.

"Gryffindor, thirty points less," The professor established, who didn’t do more that glance at them from the corner of her eye after being used to things like these happening when the Gryffindor duo took her class.

Both Tanaka and Nishinoya began to laugh out loud despite the fact that they succeeded on having their house discounted thirty more points for preferring to poke around with the potion and not following the indicated steps, and even though Daichi was likely to hit them later. The high-fived each other and Nishinoya began to move his fingers wondering which ingredient to use next, while Tanaka remained watching a particular boy who was also present. And fortunately for the teacher and the rest of the students, the class ended before Nishinoya called everyone's attention with a surprising mix in his cauldron.

Tanaka approached who he surprisingly heard laughing at the explosion. “You found it funny?” He asked smiling.

Ennoshita couldn’t help but smile when he saw him.

Tanaka smiled enthusiastically, since it was the first time since they returned to have classes, that the one in front of him smiled in his presence instead of observing him with a serious look or leaving instantly with some excuse.

"When you won’t win the Cup of the Houses, no one will be able to protect you from your own housemates," the Ravenclaw said.

Tanaka laughed when he heard him, and waved his hand dismissing his words.

"It doesn’t matter, it's funny anyway," He inquired unconcerned.

“It won’t be fun when everyone will run after seeing you with a face like that in the hallway.”

Tanaka opened his eyes like two big plates when he realized that surely the consequences of the explosion lay on his face, and approached the tunic of his uniform to cleanse himself, but two hands on his cheeks stopped him, and he remained watching Ennoshita, who avoided his gaze while keeping his eyes resting on his face after trying to remove the charcoal.

"Don’t mess up your uniform," The Ravenclaw said. Ennoshita's fingers caressed Tanaka's skin, and then he rubbed his own hands to remove the charcoal that he took away from his face. "Finished." The one belonging to Ravenclaw said, but then frowned slightly when he realized that the one in front of him was staring at him and not moving at all. “What?”

After realizing that he had emained speechless, Tanaka shook his head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking that I really like Ravenclaws," He mentioned along with a smile.

And as he curled his mouth, Ennoshita was again as serious as ever.

And he only gave him a totally false smile before leaving the classroom, and therefore him too, and as soon as he left the class, he leaned his back against the wall and let out a weary sigh. He had followed the words given by Akaashi and therefore focus on trying to relax and not let everything influence him, but he knew he let himself go. Instinctively he approached Tanaka, only for him to remind him that it wasn't he who the Gryffindor thought of, but someone else who also belonged to Ravenclaw.

That it was a year older.

And a girl.

Ennoshita rubbed the palms of his hands over his uniform to uselessly get rid of that tingling sensation that his hands on the skin of the Gryffindor made him feel, and recovered to start walking quickly down the corridor.


Hinata took a step. And then step back for the umpteenth time.

To get closer or not?

It was a dangerous decision that could put his life in serious danger.

He had been watching Kageyama practicing for more than fifteen minutes, and exactly for that amount of time, he didn’t decide whether to approach him because he also wanted to train even if it wasn’t in the quidditch field, or stay away because Kageyama's face didn’t show any desire for company. But before he could continue to decide what to do, his body had already betrayed him after moving holding his broom. He had wanted to practice on his own but doing so was only boring as well as useless, and when he was told that another Gryffindor had asked for the box of materials, he realized that it wasn’t Inuoka because he was doing homework that he himself was supposed to be doing too, but he went through the castle until he saw that Kageyama was the one that had the box as he tried to pass the quaffle through improvised hoops that consisted of holes emerged between the different branches of the trees.

The desire to move overcame his fear of the consequences that Kageyama's attitude towards him could generate, so he finally decided to approach him, although he remained a statue and hid behind his broom when Kageyama heard that he was no longer by himself, and turned to glare at him with his blue eyes.

“I can see you.”

Hinata was surprised to hear that Kageyama's words to him were not about some insult. The orange-haired one looked confused, until he realized that his reflexes made him hide uselessly behind his broom, so he stopped holding the stick in front of him. They hadn't seen each other or speak again since Kageyama left the Quidditch field in the middle of the try-outs to join the team.

“What are you doing here?” Kageyama asked.

"I saw you practicing," Hinata replied fearfully.


“I also want to practice.”

Kageyama managed to get Hinata back to hold his broom in front of him when he suddenly rested his gaze on him, but not because he wanted to scare him with his eyes, but because he was surprised to hear that he had as much energy as he to train at times that didn’t corresponded, and because he also didn’t understand why he was talking with him when they weren't even friends and had only known each other for having the same goal.

The black-haired one was frustrated at the thought of the Gryffindor team, but he spoke anyway.

“You want to try to stop my shots? It’s useless to do them without anyone defending," He asked.

Hinata again stopped protecting himself with the broom and didn’t hesitate to nod quickly, because although he preferred to throw the quaffle instead of retaining it, he didn’t care as long as he could ride on his broom and be with someone who shared his passion for quidditch, so he held a big smile on his face after being in the air again, although it disappeared as soon as he realized what he had really accepted, and remained totally tense when Kageyama approached flying to him quickly on his broom and then throw the ball towards him, making a point because the orange-haired didn’t even moved by an inch. Some strands of his hair turned out to be the only ones to perform a minimum movement due to the speed caused by the ball.

"It's useless if you don’t move," Kageyama said, eyeing him with a frown.

While he went to look for the quaffle, Hinata stopped being a statue and clutched his hands to his broom when Kageyama again prepared to approach him, because although he wasn’t used to being in that position, he still thought that everything was a competition, so he remained focused and ready to defend. He didn’t take his eyes off the one who started to fly towards him for the second time, and although he managed to receive the intense thrust with both hands, he lost his balance and ended up falling off his broom with the quaffle still in his posesion. 

His broom fell beside him.

And rather than laughing, Kageyama got off his broom and watched him. "It doesn’t work if you leave the hoops without defense," he said, looking at him.

Instead of complaining because he felt from a slightly considerable height, or knowing that he would probably have a big bruise on the back of his head for the next few weeks, Hinata grinned widely and stretched his arms with the quaffle in his possession.

“I caught it!” He exclaimed totally happy.

“I already realized that.”

“Now I want to throw it!”

“Of course not, I won’t be a guardian!” Kageyama flatly refused.

Hinata got up in a flash and pointed him out. “I accepted to defend so now it's your turn!”

“But I don’t want to!”

“You are weird!” The orange-haired one exclaimed.

“Of course I’m not!” Kageyama denied.

The black-haired one finally agreed to defend after Hinata looked at him for a few long seconds and seemed totally determined to remain in that position until he accepted, but before heading towards the tree, he spoke again.

He needed to ask him because he really wanted to know if he had lost.


Hinata looked at him.

"You ... you've ..." He looked at all the possible places wasting time, but finally formulated aloud the question that had appeared in his head as soon as he saw him “Have you managed to join the team?” He asked him.

Hinata shrugged as he listened and repeatedly throwed the quaffle up.

"I don’t know. After you left, they said they would do the try-outs again because at the end nobody could stand out, and practice ended a few minutes after you left," he said, telling him what had happened after he decided to leave the field.

Kageyama looked surprised at him, since he expected to hear him mention that everyone continued talking about him after he decided to leave the field in the middle of the practice instead of concluding it due to his absence.

"You know, you're a fast player," Hinata added “But your way of talking sucks.”

The black-haired one didn’t hesitate to focus on his last words instead of on the first ones.

“What do you mean?!” He screamed without really being angry.

"That's what I mean," Hinata answered, looking at him with the quaffle under his arm “You can’t shout every time something doesn’t go your way. I mean, I also shout, like, all the time, but I don’t treat others badly for the same reason.”

Nobody understood why he didn’t returned the comments to Kageyama during the practice match, but what no one noticed, was that the black-haired one acted the way he did because his moves were frustrated by minus errors, and that he didn’t answered at him because at least all the words he had said to him, although they were expressed in a high tone of voice and with a serious look, turned out to be nothing more and nothing less than tips so he could increase his skills, such as not keeping his back straight to gain speed, not rest his hands on the full front of the broom, or cross his feet so he didn’t lose his balance easily. He didn’t doubt his words were said with good intentions, but the way he expressed them was only harmful to himself because he couldn’t manifest them in the way he did and pretend for anyone to be happy with it.

“It doesn’t matter, I doubt they let me belong to the team anyway,” Kageyama looked at the grass along with a frown.

“Daichi-san and Yaku-san never said they wouldn’t let you in.”

The black-haired boy looked up.

"The try-outs will surely be repeated, so you can’t do the same if you want to join the team," Hinata told him.

"I do want to join the team," Kageyama determined.

“And me too.”

Kageyama snorted, and rolled his eyes before allowing a few minutes to pass in silence.

"Do you want ..." He began to say, or at least tried to “You prefer ... We could make passes.” He managed to say.

“You say that because you don’t want to be guardian!” Hinata pointed out.

“Of course not!”

“Yes, I’m sure!”

"Fine, then I’ll stop you even though I’m not a guardian!"

“No! Wait! I rather make passes!”

“Then don’t complain!”

“You're weird!”

“I'm not!”

Kageyama strode awkwardly before getting on his broom and staying away from the lawn by only a few centimeters instead of facing the circle formed by the branches of the trees, so Hinata reacted by copying him while he smiled because he had finally found another person with whom to play quidditch.

From a distance, Daichi and Yaku had contemplated the whole situation.

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“Can you please change your face?”

Ennoshita continued with a frown although he heard Akaashi’s petition. "No." He said curtly.

“Would you like someone to have a similar face to yours on your birthday?”

“First, my birthday is a day after Christmas so no one is able to have a bad face, and second, I don’t care if it's Tsukishima's birthday. He’s not even here. We don’t even know him.”

The two of them, along with Kenma and the rest of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, were in the Great Hall waiting for the fifth-year that was mentioned, since it was his birthday and Akaashi decided to have a small party among them to be able to celebrate it. While for his part, Ennoshita didn’t understand why he had to change his serious expression since the most important birthday person, the birthday boy, wasn’t there yet, and also because he thought that accepting him in the team didn’t mean they had to become best friends.

“Now he’s one of the team. You have to make him feel welcome," Akaashi determined.

They had accepted the two fifth-year students who appeared in the try-outs, not only because the team had few players after not having seventh-years, but also because although both didn’t seem to give their best during the first practice, they convinced the captain to let them join the team since he believed that their skills could improve. So that explained the reason of why Kunimi was also present, and with Kindaichi, since it had been easier to convince the Slytherin to come forward since his best friend was always with him and therefore would be more convenient to get Kunimi to attend; than to persuade Kenma who refused to attend repeatedly, although he was sitting next to his roommates completely focused on his electronic device. Both his roommates knew that he didn’t feel like doing anything after his mood seemed to have declined even more after trying to talk to Kuroo, but they thought it was worse to leave him alone in the room than to force him to attend a small birthday party.

"And just for the record, not everyone celebrates Christmas," Akaashi didn't doubt to add.

“Fine. I'll change my face once he gets here," Ennoshita agreed.

He also seemed to have become obsessed with getting angry easily since his crossing with Tanaka in class, so Akaashi had to deal with his two roommates, each one inserted into his own thoughts, although he didn’t complain as Tsukishima continued to be absent, letting him begin to think that he would let the others taste something of the food they had, hiding the fact that he was also hungry and could swear that the onigiris near him were calling him.

And while they were still waiting, the one whose birthday was that day, was down the stairs to go to the place where he knew that his housemates and now also teammates were waiting for him.

He never had considered himself a fan of celebrating his birthday, and the owl letting several letters fall in front of him during breakfast, only managed to remind him that he preferred to act as if it was just any other day, but Akaashi seemed determined to convince him that at least he should celebrate with him and the others of his new quidditch team, and although the idea didn’t please him at all, he wanted to feel part of the team and not start with his left foot, so he was forced to accept that they had a party for him.

Although that wasn’t the reason why he was in a bad mood.

However, a familiar voice called him before he could continue his path.


Yamaguchi finally managed to reach him after running down the stairs.

It was the first time they saw each other all day, since despite being Wednesday, they didn’t share classes and were busy the whole afternoon.


Yamaguchi felt a blow to his chest when his best friend reacted in that way, but he decided to smile broadly anyway.

"It's your birthday!" He said more enthusiastically than the birthday boy.


The little emotion of Tsukishima was evident.

“Don’t you want to celebrate? It’s not over yet.”

The blond glanced sideways at the Great Hall. “The team is waiting for me. They’re throwing me a party," He explained unconcerned.

Yamaguchi smiled even more.

“Can I go?” He asked.

"If you want," He said, shrugging.

With that gesture and those words, Yamaguchi again found himself without smiling.

He understood that his best friend had never been a fan of celebrating his own birthday, but he didn’t understand why he acted that way with him, since it wasn’t the first day he did it.

Since the classes begun, the Ravenclaw had been treating him in a distant way although he continued to join him, and at that time, Yamaguchi only wanted to spend some time with him after thinking it was a very important day, and that a birthday was always fun to celebrate. Besides, they didn’t saw each other all day, so he didn’t expect Tsukishima to act so reluctantly towards him.

He was supposed to be the exception.

“You don’t want me to go?” He asked, hurt.

“Don’t you have anything more important to do?”

Yamaguchi's confusion won over his frustration on that occasion.

“It's your birthday. What could possibly be more important?”

Tsukishima frowned when he heard him. “I….” Yamaguchi observed him confused. “I…”


“I saw you talking witch Yachi this afternoon.”

The Hufflepuff remained completely puzzled when the one in front of him uttered those words, but that didn’t prevent his cheeks to suddenly turned pink, to which the blond reacted by crossing his arms after seeing the change of color in Yamaguchi's face.

“Did you hear what we were talking about?” He asked.

“No. I only know that you preferred to spend my birthday with her.”

The anger was finally evident in his tone of voice.

Tsukishima was sure that his bad mood was because he had saw his best friend preferring to spend the afternoon with his housemate instead of with him. So he lost any desire to celebrate his birthday, although he was aware that he was in a bad mood since the classes begun, but not because it bothered him to study, but because what bothered him was to notice the way in which Yamaguchi acted when he was with Yachi.

“You can go with Yachi. I will go with the ones of my house.”

Tsukishima turned his back to go to the Great Hall, but he felt that something stopped him and then he glanced at Yamaguchi, who looked down and whose cheeks were even pinker, holding his robe with his hand.

"I spent the afternoon with her because I needed to talk," He mentioned.

“And you couldn’t talk with me?”

“Not really,”

“Why not?”

Yamaguchi released him after noticing that his best friend wouldn’t leave.

He could feel the heat piled on his cheeks, and he didn’t want to look up for anything in the world.

"Because we were talking about you," He confessed.

Tsukishima frowned when he heard him.

“Why were you talking about me?”

Yamaguchi didn’t want the situation to happen that way.

He wasn’t prepared, and he felt that his nerves were about to take control of his body.

However, he had grown tired of feeling that his best friend was distancing himself from him as the days progressed, so he decided to shake off the weight of his shoulders that he begun to feel a long time ago, without thinking twice about the consequences that his words could bring. He only knew that the perfect situation he had always imagined, was never going to happen, so at least he was going to choose when to turn his thoughts into a reality.

“I like you.”

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Tsukishima opened his eyes like two large plates.

“I asked Yachi if she could help me because I didn’t know what to do,”

The Ravenclaw remained stupefied. He could listen with perfect attention to the boy who timidly continued to watch the ground because he didn’t dare to look him into his eyes, so he knew he wasn't imagining what he was hearing.

“That's why you saw me talking to her. I didn’t know what to do with what I feel.” Yamaguchi's heart was beating fast. He couldn’t believe that he was finally telling the truth to the one for whom he begun to feel more than a long friendship after he realized that wasn’t all he wanted. “I still don’t know what to do. But I wanted to tell you," He added.

Tsukishima didn’t take his eyes off him.

He felt that the atmosphere around him took an unexpected turn.

“I'm sorry, I'll let you celebrate with your housemates,”

Still not knowing if he regretted his words, Yamaguchi moved away from him, but he couldn’t establish a great distance as Tsukishima took him by the arm before he could get away from him, and the Hufflepuff formed a line with his lips. He was too embarrassed to turn his head and watch him. He wasn't ashamed to finally have allowed himself to be honest with his ownself as well as with the boy in front of him, but because he knew that his emotions could betray him after in those rested the chance that the friendship they had held during all those years, was thrown into the trash only because he wasn't able to see the blond as only his best friend.

"Look at me," He heard Tsukishima say.

He shook his head frantically. “I don’t want to look at you.”

“Then don’t.”

Yamaguchi remained confused at his words, and didn’t have time to react before Tsukishima pulled him and surprised him by astonishingly joining his lips with his. Yamaguchi felt his heart stopped beating because of the sudden closeness that Tsukishima established between them, and decided to continue with his eyes closed to enjoy the new sensation of warmth that ran through his mouth. It was the first kiss of both, and as Tsukishima was the one to start it, he was also the one to finish it.

Stopping listening to his brain for the first time in his life, he observed the boy next to him, who instantly started to look down.

“Why did you do that?” Yamaguchi asked.

The blush on his cheeks was enhanced.

“Because it's what I feel.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

Yamaguchi was denied to believe that his words could result in something good for him. He spent countless days thinking about how badly the results of his words could be, and therefore, how betrayed his true feelings would be.

“Why do you think I was in a bad mood?”

Yamaguchi closed his eyes again when Tsukishima approached his hand to his cheek, and left it there.

“I didn’t like seeing you so close with Yachi.”

Having avoided looking at him directly during all that time, Yamaguchi finally looked up when he heard him mention those words. Tsukishima remained serious, watching him without any hint that could indicate that he was being sarcastic or taking the situation as a joke. 

“But I don’t like her.”

“I didn’t know,”

“I said that you are the one I like.”

“And can’t I feel the same?”

Yamaguchi swallowed. He expected to be covered in his bed in a fetal position after fleeing after confessing to Tsukishima what he felt, not for him to be held by him.

“I don’t know,” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, I feel the same.”

“And why didn’t you say something before?” Yamaguchi asked him without knowing why he was sad.

“I was afraid.”

“Of ruining our friendship?”

Tsukishima nodded.

Both had felt the same fear.

They had never left it in evidence because they had been careful in the way they had addressed each other, as well as strategic when looking at each other or suppressing their jealousy when a situation they didn't like occurred. Yamaguchi had been sure that Tsukishima would never correspond to his feelings because he would never see him in the same way, just as Tsukishima had chosen to remain serious and channel his jealousy in long readings in order not to allow his annoyance to be evident every time he watched Yamaguchi talking animatedly with Yachi. Both had suppressed their feelings for fear that the relationship between them would be finalized, since both had preferred to put up with their emotions and pretend on the outside instead of letting the opportunity exist for their friendship to come to an end. Both had prioritized the other over their own emotions because they had preferred to suffer in silence instead of imagining what life would be like without the other at their side. They both thought that a friendship between them was enjoyable, but it wasn't enough anymore.

"I always knew that of the two, you were the bravest," Tsukishima didn't doubt to say.

Most of the time people didn't realize it, but he knew Yamaguchi well enough to know that although he was shy and sometimes reserved, he was also brave and didn't hesitate to face the challenges that lay ahead when necessary.

Yamaguchi stopped feeling that his nerves would play against him when he heard him. He no longer thought that his anguish could overcome him completely, and he observed the blond that surpass him by several centimeters. "And you the smartest," He expressed along with a sincere smile.

"Well, I like you, so, I agree on that."

The Hufflepuff only increased the size of his smile, and allowed himself to let out a strenuous sigh when he realized that he wouldn't run into his room with tears sliding down his cheeks. Mentally he had prepared himself so that those were the consequences of his confession that he had imagined so many times, so he had no clue of how to act now that the contrary to what he had thought, had happened. “And now?” He asked, because when he didn't know the answer, Tsukishima always had the solution.

“Do you want to celebrate my birthday with me?”

Yamaguchi didn’t hesitate to nod. He started to head towards the Great Hall, and instead of being totally impressed when Tsukishima again took him by the arm and pulled him, he simply preferred to enjoy the warm embrace that he gave him.

“By the way, happy birthday,”

“Oh, shut up,” Tsukishima said as always but with a flush on his face.

“Not sorry,” Yamaguchi let out a giggle.

Perhaps some things would start to change between the both of them, but that didn't mean they would stop being best friends and knowing each other in great detail.


Ennoshita spit out his orange juice, Kenma didn’t take off his head from Fukunaga's shoulder, Tsukishima had a very bad feeling, the others present in the Great Hall, who weren't many since the lunch schedule had just begun and most of them were still in class, rested their eyes on the one whose voice had echoed all over the place, and Akaashi remained as the only one who stayed calm when he heard the scream of the seventh-year student who belonged to Hufflepuff, and who suddenly rushed through the doors of the place. He was used to hearing him call him in a strong tone of voice, so unlike the others, he was the only one to stay still before the new presence didn’t hesitate to rest his hands on the table to observe him with a big and excited smile on his face.

“Yes, Bokuto-san?” He asked appeased.

“Tomorrow is Konoha's birthday! And now that our houses are related, all of you must come!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

The only fifth-year present at the table, cocked his head before hiding his face behind the book that suddenly seemed very interesting to read at a short distance. He assumed that he would be the topic of the conversation even before the Hufflepuff started talking.

“Related? Why are our houses related?” Ennoshita asked.

“He!” Bokuto pointed to Tsukishima “He’s going out with one of mine!”

They stopped resting their eyes on the seventh-year to pose them in the blond, who began to shake his head. He wasn’t surprised that Bokuto found out about him and Yamaguchi, who casually appeared smiling nervously.

“Sorry, Tsukki. He forced me to tell him why I returned so late the other day," He said rubbing the back of his neck.

They interspersed their eyes between the two fifth-year ones, making even Kenma stop dozing on Fukunaga's shoulder after hearing both the words of Bokuto and Yamaguchi. Suddenly his body tensed, but again relaxed after checking that for that occasion, the Slytherin that usually accompanied Bokuto everywhere, wasn’t close.

A blush filled Yamaguchi's cheeks when the same boy who belonged to his house hugged him on his side and smiled excitedly, while Tsukishima chose to watch them both without knowing what to do or what to say. He still couldn’t decide if it bothered him that everyone knew that he was interested in Yamaguchi as well as his best friend in him.

“You will come, won’t you?” Bokuto inquired.

Akaashi looked at Tsukishima before looking at the one with bicolor hair. “Sure,” was the only thing he answered.

Bokuto began to jump of the emotion as soon as he heard him, and didn’t hesitate to run away without first taking Yamaguchi by the hand and taking him with him. And as soon they left, they all rested their eyes on Akaashi.

“If I said no, he would stay here longer. Nobody wanted that, right?” He said without needing someone to say something before.

The others realized that he was right, so they decided to continue having lunch. Tsukishima watched the one sitting next to him, and silently thanked him for making the situation as comfortable as possible, since he could barely decipher his feelings, and he didn’t want everyone in the castle to talk about him.

As they promised, the next day those characterized for being quieter instead of talkers, were present at the party that the Hufflepuff members decided to carry out for Konoha's birthday. The Great Hall gleamed small yellow flags for the house to which most belonged, and while some were sitting talking, others remained standing.

Sakusa was sitting next to Kenma watching the electronic device he held in his hands to try to understand what was so interesting. Neither of them was a fan of social gatherings, not even small ones, so they always ended up sitting side by side, while sitting in front of them, Ennoshita was totally focused on tearing the wood off the table with his intense dark-brown gaze. He wasn’t in the mood for another birthday, but he didn’t want to leave one of his roommates without company, although it seemed that his role was occupied by someone else, even though he should have expected the captain of Hufflepuff not to leave the captain of his house alone.

And while Terushima seemed to be willing to find some spell that would multiply the size of the cake they prepared and Asahi looked at him with a look of horror on his face while asking him to keep his wand, Yamaguchi kept a broad smile while standing next to Tsukishima, listening as he chatted with Yachi, who the blond seemed to have stopped rejecting after Yamaguchi assured him that he was the one he was interested in. It only took Bokuto five minutes to finally tell him why he arrived late to the common room on the night of Tsukishima's birthday. And just as in that situation Bokuto's determination had played in his favor, at that time the captain of Hufflepuff didn’t stop chasing Akaashi since he had appeared at the little party. He even seemed to have forgotten that the two were there as well as the others present to celebrate Konoha's birthday, who didn’t mind his best friend not paying attention to him since he knew it was impossible for Bokuto to focus on someone else when Akaashi was present in the same place as him.

“Bokuto-san, I already said that I don’t want another piece of cake.”

The two-color-haired one didn’t seem to give up with the idea that he accepted a second portion.

“But Akaashi! You’re the captain now! You have to be strong and healthy!”

“Cake is not healthy.”

Bokuto seemed to transform into a statue after realizing that the Ravenclaw was right, and Akaashi took advantage of the fact that the one in front of him seemed to be worrying about the amount of sugar he had consumed, to rest from his palaver when he sat next to Sakusa. However, Bokuto stopped being totally still and felt his ears reddened with anger when he glimpsed that Akaashi preferred to sit facing who was considered one of the three best players of his age instead of continuing to spend time with him. And despite being the birthday boy, Konoha passed his arm over the shoulders of his friend after perceiving that he would let jealousy consume him.

Sakusa started talking to Akaashi at the same time that Kenma felt that someone stood behind him. Someone tall enough to cast shadow over his electronic device, and he barely tilted his head back to meet green eyes that watched him along with a large but timid smile. However, that smile disappeared as soon as Kenma refocused on his electronic device, and the one who continued to possess a great height despite sitting down, looked at the dyed-blond sitting next to him.

“I'm Haiba Lev!” The one belonging to Hufflepuff introduced himself.

Kenma took a while to respond without taking his eyes off the screen. “Kenma.”

“I'm a chaser, just like you!”

Again the one belonging to Ravenclaw was slow to give him an answer. “I’m my team’s seeker, not a chaser,” He stated.

The one of Russian descendance remained shook while Komi face-palmed because he said to him that Sakusa was the one he had to talk to, not Kenma.

"We should practice together anyway!” Lev said without caring what position he played.

Komi stood confused and then decided to approach Konoha so that no one would relate him to Lev.

"Don’t wanna,” was the first time Kenma answered quickly.

An expression of frustration appeared on Lev's face. “Why not?”

“I don’t like to move more than necessary.”

The gray-haired boy cocked his head, confused to hear him pronounce those words.

Who didn’t want to move even more than in the practices?

Apparently, the boy sitting next to him at that moment.

It was not news that Kenma didn’t train more than the practices with the entire team when Ravenclaw reserved the Quidditch course, since being part of the team didn't take away the fact that he preferred to lie down, or that he felt more comfortable in closed spaces than in open spaces.

However, Lev was new, so he continued to look at him disoriented.

While not far from them, Yamaguchi observed Tsukishima once Yachi left them alone.

“Does it bother you that Bokuto said it? Or that I have told him? Both?” Yamaguchi inquired, somewhat worried about the serious face of the blond at his side.

"None," He answered, surprising him “It’s just that…” Yamaguchi observed him with curiosity and a slight smile on his face. He already deciphered that when Tsukishima wanted to say something important, it always took him a while to let go. He knew it was a matter of waiting for him to say the string of words. “He took your hand. I wanted to be the one to do it first," He said.

The Hufflepuff remained disoriented a few seconds after not realizing what he was referring to, until he recalled that during the noon of the previous day, Bokuto took his hand to take him as both had to join the others to plan the party they were at that moment. And when he chuckled, Tsukishima rested his eyes on him.

“You are jealous, Tsukki,” He said looking at him with a big smile.

“Shut up,”


The blond chose to cross his arms and close his eyes after becoming offended and turn his head, but he opened them again when he felt fingers interlace with his and a head resting on his shoulder. He turned his head to realize that Yamaguchi decided to attach himself to his position and join his hand with his even though he was crossing his arms. Tsukishima hoped that the heat he felt in his cheeks wasn’t evident, since he wasn't yet used to his best friend acting as something more than that, much less to do it in front of other people.

And while the fifth-year ones turned out to have a quiet time between them, one sixth-year continued to get annoyed after continuing to hear how Terushima followed Kiyoko all over around. Ennoshita wondered why she had to be present everywhere, but he didn’t doubt that the one with a pierced tongue used the apparent proximity between the two houses to invite her and be able to pursue her. When she was close, Ennoshita's bad mood only got worse, and he didn’t want to sit and listen as another one of his same year was fascinated with her, so he got up and decided to leave the Great Hall without any explanations. He leaned his back against the wall as soon as he left, and it was a matter of minutes before another Ravenclaw left the party.

Ennoshita watched Kunimi when he stood in front of him.

“You don’t like parties either? I understand why we ended up in the same house," He expressed.

However, the fifth-year remained silent. Inside his mind, he wondered if he really wanted to open his mouth, and finished deciding after a few minutes in which Ennoshita observed him just as quietly. "You shouldn’t worry," He mentioned, and the sixth-year raised an eyebrow when he heard him. “The players are those who monopolize the attention during games, not the stands,” He added.

And with those words that another person might not have understood, Ennoshita glimpsed that although he didn’t spend himself hiding his mood, Kunimi turned out to be sufficiently observant and intelligent to realize the reason for his prolonged anger and serious face. So instead of getting angry at his words, he smiled sideways after hearing him and the words he expressed to try to remind him that he was equally important even if he wasn’t followed by more than half of the male population of Hogwarts, or rather the entire student population.

“I’m happy that you’re on the team, Kunimi.”

The mentioned one smiled slightly while Ennoshita stopped keeping his back leaning against the wall.

“You didn’t seem to be having more fun than me. Wanna go for a walk?” He added.

The one who remained sat down since talking wasn’t of his complete pleasure, and who without Kindaichi by his side got bored faster than usual, only took a few seconds before agreeing and accepting the offer, so they both walked away from the Great Hall, without realizing that a particular student had remained close enough to listen to them, and therefore, let his anger turn red on his cheeks that perfectly matched with the red and gold color of his tie.

And just as the Ravenclaw duo didn’t see him, Tanaka didn’t notice that a black-haired boy whose eyesight was partially limited by the falling fringe on the right side of his face, and whose uniformly was the same as the others with the only difference that his tie carried the green and silver lines, sat on the stairs closest to the Great Hall watching the only person in which his golden eyes had rested from the beginning. Bokuto invited him days ago, but he decided that although he would give anything to be in the same place as Kenma, he also understood that the same one didn’t want to be near him, so he didn’t want to ruin his night by showing up.

Although on the other hand, Kuroo continued to wonder what the sudden approach of the other day had meant.

Chapter Text

After being the first one to break free from classes, Yaku was the only one being on the quidditch field while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, hoping that they could hold a real practice that afternoon, that no one would get angry with anyone, that he wouldn’t have to use his terrible attitude that appeared when everything started to get out of control and Daichi's serious face was not enough to calm the chaos, and that he wouldn’t have to appeal to his role as vice-captain to be heard.

He and Daichi didn’t lose hope. Regardless of what others thought or what happened both the previous year and the practices of the other day, they firmly believed that Kageyama and Hinata could be the new additions of that year, but they both had to show the others that they deserved a place in the team, and unless Kageyama improved his attitude and Hinata could stand out, then they couldn’t accept them in the team, regardless of whether they were sure that both were great players, and that they were mutually reinforcing each other even though they didn’t even know it.

A sudden shadow was projected on him, and after being accustomed to the members of his team to announce themselves after arriving talking loudly or laughing out loud, he didn’t hesitate to use the broom he held to strike a blow to the forehead of the one who appeared without introducing himself and decided to stand behind him to scare him in that way. The gray-haired boy who turned out to be much taller than him, replaced the big smile he had held with a grimace of pain before bringing his hands to the area where Yaku had hit him with the broomstick, and complained as the older one turned to face him with a frown.

“Don't scare me like that!” The Gryffindor exclaimed irritably.

“I didn’t mean to do it!” Lev assured him rubbing his forehead with his hands.

While the gray-haired one looked up hoping that the blow on his forehead didn’t leave a mark although a pink stripe had already begun to contrast with the pallor of his skin, Yaku took one look at the Hufflepuff’s shield that lay in one of the corners of the uniform he was wearing. He knew who he was but they had never spoke before.

“What are you doing here? Gryffindor’s practice is about to begin," Yaku said.

“I wanted to introduce myself!” Lev exclaimed along with a smile that seemed to have forgotten the blow he received a few seconds ago.

Yaku raised an eyebrow as he lowered his broom. “Why?”

“I'm Haiba Lev!”

The fifth-year ignored his question while the other one continued to watch him.

Introduce himself he said?

He knew who he was. The fifth-year Hufflepuff who usually spent his time with Bokuto, Kuroo, and Terushima, from whom Yaku learned that while he maintained good relations with the three of them, he had to stay away when the three of them got together since Intelligence seemed to be put aside and be replaced with jokes and laughter that only attracted trouble. In addition, Lev's sister had been in Gryffindor during her last year while they were in second, so he recognized Lev's grayish hair and greenish look when he passed in front of everyone for the Sorting Hat to be rested on his head. Slowly he started seeing him beginning to get along with those from his own house as well to realize that that good communication eventually extended to the Slytherin student who accepted him without any problem.

And he also knew that he had become one of the new incorporations on the Hufflepuff’s team.

The Gryffindor team’s guardian continued to watch him for a few more seconds.

"Yaku ... Morisuke Yaku," He introduced himself. Lev never stopped holding a big smile. “Why are you here?” Yaku asked him for the second time.

“You’re Gryffindor’s guardian, and I am now a Hufflepuff’s chaser!”

Yaku rested his broom on the lawn to cross his arms.

"I'm not the only guardian of Gryffindor, just like you aren’t the only Hufflepuff chaser.”

“But we are the best!”

The seventh-year allowed a giggle to escape from his lips.

“Are you saying that you are better than Bokuto and Asahi?” He asked him, intrigued.

He watched him wondering if the gray-haired one made statements without thinking about them before, or if that was his way of threatening him by assuring him that if he considered himself better than the other two chasers on the Hufflepuff team, then he should stay alert and train for when his houses would face each other.

“Why are you looking at me so much?” Lev ignored his question “Is it because of my height?” He added, making Yaku's curious look to be replaced by a serious one because he knew the words he would say before he said them himself “It’s normal for someone as short as you to feel intimidated by my height.”

A vein seemed to appear on the seventh-year’s forehead, who uncrossed his arms and instead of giving him a second blow with his broomstick, preferred to use his own leg to kick him in the side of his body because there were few people who still dared to make fun of his few centimeters, and Lev complained while Yaku looked back at him with a frown until they both heard a great laugh.

"Never mention anything about his height," Yamamoto said laughing.

Yaku did nothing but flick his tongue before giving another look to the gray-haired one that rubbed that part of his body, and took his broom before riding on it to separate himself from the lawn and approach one of the trios of hoops, because just like Yamamoto, the rest of the team had arrived as well.


Daichi could assure that it was an interesting second practice.

Strange, but interesting after all.

Both he and Yaku were glad that Kageyama reappeared even though last time he decided to leave in the middle of training and despite the peculiar manner in which he treated the others, and as soon as Daichi mentioned to him that day they would repeat the try-outs to join the team because the first ones didn’t achieve the results they had expected, Kageyama's face stopped being so serious. Again he was paired with Hinata, who gave him a pleasant smile instead of looking at him with horror like the last time, and Tanaka, who at that time thanks to his serious expression and the lack of words that weren’t characteristic of him, stated that he didn’t seem to be willing to rile up the others in a funny way like he always did.

And the match turned out to be more entertaining as well as dynamic for everyone.

Daichi didn’t know if it was because life was rewarding him for all the effort he had made and the patience he had gained through the years, but between Tanaka's decision to remain serene instead of complaining when a point wasn’t committed or screaming with excitement when he passed the quaffle between some of the hoops, Kageyama's terrible attitude that was replaced with snorts that were provoked because Hinata watched him as soon as he saw that he was about to complain loudly or to attack some of the others present, and the energy of the orange-haired one that was evident even though he could only receive half of Kageyama's passes, made the game a fun thing to play.

And although Daichi wasn’t entirely satisfied as well as Yaku either because they believed that the potential of the fifth-year duo could improve much more from what they had seen when they flew around the castle and won a detention for the same, they smiled convinced when all descended from their brooms. Inuoka had already been said that he had joined the team so he smiled broadly hoping that his roommate would achieve the same.

Hinata remained expectant while Kageyama looked serious.

He wasn’t satisfied with himself as well as with the passes he made because he firmly believed that he could have developed better, but the reality was that there was nothing he wanted more than to join the Gryffindor’s quidditch team, so every time he was prepared to let go and allow furious words to leave his mouth because he also believed that the players around him had the potential to be better, he watched Hinata reminding him to be respectful when talking or to remain silent.

There was a lack of communication and an increase in the spirit of companionship.

"Well, welcome to the team," Daichi said, watching them with a smile.

But that didn’t mean they would lose the opportunity that was presented to them.

Yaku nodded to demonstrate his consent as vice-captain.

Hinata started jumping out of emotion and was soon embraced by Inuoka so that both of them would continue jumping after celebrating that they finally managed to join the team and that now, in addition to being considered roommates and best friends, they were also teammates. Kageyama held up a small smile that was replaced by a frown when he noticed that the orange-haired one was watching him while holding his thumbs up, until his expression softened and both the captain and the vice-captain laughed because they were definitely facing a challenge.

“Has practice finished?” Tanaka asked suddenly.

Daichi's attention to the fifth-year trio was diverted to him when he heard him. And after nodding, Tanaka left.

Usually he was one of the players who most enjoyed training and allowed his ownself to express his emotions through gestures and noisy words accompanied by equally loud laughter, so Yaku approached Nishinoya while he kept his things as the others begun to do the same because practice was over.

“What is it with Tanaka?” He asked him.

"I don’t know, he's in a bad mood," The other Gryffindor’s guardian replied.

He was called by Yamamoto so Yaku couldn’t continue asking questions, although he took advantage of the sixth-year deciding to leave early to follow Daichi and tell him about his encounter with the Hufflepuff chaser while Inuoka and Hinata were the last to be keeping his things after being distracted from jumping from one side to the other, although a voice stopped the orange-haired one before he could left the field of quidditch.

“Want to practice?”

Kageyama's tone of voice was low but Hinata managed to hear it.

Inuoka waved at him before the orange-haired boy approached Kageyama smiling after having returned to hold his broom in hand. Both seemed to continue to count with energy even though they played all afternoon, showing that both were happy enough to keep moving on their brooms, and also because, having been accepted into the official Gryffindor quidditch team, they now had the opportunity to continue practicing on the quidditch’s field.

However, they were interrupted before they could begin.

"I think Kindaichi lied to us when he said you can’t play with others," Futakuchi said.

"Or maybe he told us the truth and he's just pretending so he doesn’t have to train alone,” Yahaba added.

Kageyama scowled at them both when he heard the name of one of his former teammates as well as the rest of their words, and the Slytherin sixth-year duo who were on the side of the field smiled satisfied after seeing his reaction, although soon their faces changed when the one they didn’t pay attention to, spoke.

"The field is still Gryffindor’s for today," Hinata stated.

He had recognized them not only because of their green ties of silvery lines they were wearing, but also because although he only had two practices, he managed to hear both Yamamoto and Tanaka complaining about the Slytherin duo that at that moment rested their eyes on the one who usually would hide behind someone taller when someone seemed to look for a fight, although that didn’t prevent him from raising his fists and expressing a few words, but it wasn’t to his liking for people to talk about Kageyama as if they knew him and could only judge him because of the circumstances of the previous year, because despite the serious look he had and his terrible way of talking to others, Hinata believed that he was a great player and that under all that anger, there were good intentions.

Yahaba opened his mouth, but he and the others heard a whistle.

They all turned their eyes to the same area of the stands where the noise had come from, and where they glimpsed Suga waving at them calmly with a smile on his face behind which the Slytherin duo understood that they should leave the field of quidditch before he decided to go down to take them even if he had to drag them. Yahaba and Futakuchi glared at the fifth-year duo before they stopped being there, while Hinata and Kageyama returned in a clumsy and unconscious manner the greeting with their hands to the one who seemed to laugh at their reactions before doing the same as those of his own house and also leave the stands so they could resume their activities.

"We will win them right here," Hinata stated when they were alone.

The mere fact of imagining those of the house that considered theirself a rival to his own, and realizing that he could think of that because he was now officially part of the Gryffindor quidditch team, managed to make a tremor of emotion run through his body from feet to head. Kageyama watched him out of the corner of his eye, and although he remained serious about the words that the Slytherin duo had addressed to him, he felt that enthusiasm invaded him.


"I'll kill them with my own hands," Iwaizumi declared raising the sleeve of his uniform.

Daishou cleared his throat at the same time that Matsukawa and Hanamaki exchanged glances with each other while Oikawa stopped his best friend, although he didn't hesitate to take the opportunity to take a look at the muscles he hold to prevent Iwaizumi turning his words into something real. Kindaichi seemed uncomfortable with an expression of frustration on his face, and Suga continued sitting on the lawn with a face similar to that of the fifth-year.

Kuroo's body tension and serious face only increased when he realized that the absence of the sixth-year duo on the quidditch course wasn’t due to the fact that they had detention or because they were arriving late, but because they really decided not to show up at that day's training, and he didn’t need someone to say it out loud to know that they weren’t there because they didn’t agree about the decision that was made regarding the captaincy and the leadership of the team, which also achieved to his desire to coordinate a second training to be replaced by a feeling of rejection of himself. Kuroo understood that he wasn’t as close to them as he was to the rest of his classmates of his same year, but he thought that although Yahaba always spent his time with Oikawa because the two had a great friendship, he would appear because he turned out to be a beater just like him, and that Futakuchi would be with him.

He didn’t understand what he did to be rejected in that way because he didn’t even show how he could coordinate the team, and Suga watched him out of the corner of his eye because he was sure that the sixth duo would show up as he thought that spotting them the other day before looking for a fight with the fifth-year duo who were officially part of the Gryffindor’s quidditch team, would be enough motivation for them to show up for training, but he realized that he misunderstood the situation and they only sought to bother the other ones because it was clear that they wouldn’t show up in the training.

Meanwhile, Kindaichi remained frustrated because he hoped that after being accepted into the quidditch team of his house, he would enjoy participating in training because even though Oikawa wasn’t choice as captain, he still was the vice-captain, and although he didn’t knew Kuroo that well, if Oikawa and Iwaizumi trusted him to guide them, then so would he. But it was his first practice as one of the official players of the team, and instead of being mounted on his broom playing with those who had once been his teammates, and who again were, he was observing how worried everyone around him seemed to be.

“Practice’s canceled.”

Everyone stopped focusing on their own thoughts and rested their eyes on Kuroo when he expressed those words.

“We won’t train if the whole team isn’t there.” He added.

The last thing he wanted was to cancel the time they could spend on the Quidditch’s field, but he didn’t want to lead an incomplete team as well as players who would concentrate on thinking that two of their teammates were absent for obvious reasons instead of focusing on the practice.

"Of course we’ll train," Oikawa contradicted him“I won’t stop playing quidditch just because some decided not to show up and don’t do their part.” It was the only thing he added before going to the box of materials.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa exchanged glances with each other to smile in the same amused way and didn’t hesitate to mount on their brooms to gain height at the same time that Daishou took the opportunity to copy them and go to one of the trios of hoops that he was used to defend. Kindaichi imitated them when he saw Iwaizumi nodding, who approached Suga and extended his arms to him.

Kuroo spotted the gray-haired boy giving him a sidelong glance as well as giving him a sideways smile before returning his gaze to Iwaizumi and continuing to smile as he accepted his hands to get up, and they both climbed on their brooms to join the others in the air. Oikawa appeared with one arm extended towards him while holding the quaffle under the other, and Kuroo watched him.

"I don’t beg," said the boy with brownish hair.

Kuroo smiled when he heard him, and decided to accept his hand to get up.

Oikawa looked at him giving him a true smile that assured him that no matter what some of the other members of the team they both coordinated do, they continued to be the leaders, and as long as there were other players willing to accept that decision as well as to play quidditch with them, then they had to show that they were really ready to guide them despite the circumstances around them.