Kuroo walked into the gym, late to practice.

"Kuroo, you're late to pra-" Kai was interrupted by a push to Kuroo's back, making him fall.

"You walk too slow." A male, slightly shorter than Kuroo groaned. He had (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a gaze that said 'Fuck off, I have more important things to do than get involved with your bullshit.'

"Who's that?" Yaku asked.

"Don't bother, if I have to hear Kuroo introduce me to you volley-boys, I think all my parents' life's savings will be eaten by a 'fuckin tomb raider." the guy said as he walked away.

"Damn, he's an upset one." Yaku shook his head.

"I know who that is. He's the one guy in our year who's loaded with 7 figures of American dollars. His dad is a surgeon and his mom is an anesthesiologist, and they both live in America. My grandpa's surgeon and anesthesiologist are his parents, and their pay is very expensive, since they're one of the best anesthesiologists and surgeon in the world." Kai explained. "His name is (L/n) (Y/n). I don't know why his parents sent him here, even though they live in the US."

"Yeah." Kuroo sighed. "He's a piece of work to deal with, honestly. I got in a fight with him, and now the principal wants him on the team."

"What?" Yaku asked. "That doesn't make sense, doesn't he have clubs?"

"I don't have time for dumbass clubs like this. I have to study hard, I only have 3 more academic years before I need to become another one of those 'my father expects me to become a doctor' child." (L/n) grumbled. "I'll take whatever position is the easiest and least tiring."

Kuroo, Kai, and Yaku looked at each other, then back at the annoyed boy.

"Uh, well, we have 2 liberos, 2 wing spikers, 2 middle blockers, then the only position left is the setter position." Kuroo said.

"Ugh, whatever." (L/n) grumbled.

"Do you even know how to play volleyball, (L/n)?" Yaku asked.

"No, and frankly I don't care. Doesn't volleyball only need 6 people? You've got 6 people already." The aforementioned male rolled his eyes.

"You roll your eyes so much, it'll fall out of your orbits." Kuroo commented.

"The only thing that can make my eyes fall off my orbits is the mere sight of you people playing volleyball." (Y/n) retorted.

"Sure. Yaku can you mentor our new boy?" Kuroo sighed, stressed that the team's potential setter doesn't even know the basics of volleyball.

"Sure. C'mon, (L/n), you gotta practice." Yaku said. (L/n) sighed, finding no choice in this matter.

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"You learn pretty quick, (L/n), it's surprising." Kuroo commented as (Y/n) set a ball for Kai to spike.

"Shut up, Kuroo. As soon as this year is over, you'll get your junior high third year best friend to replace me, I'll move on from the team, we'll forget each other, it's what to be expected from life." (Y/n) said as he drank some water.

"Don't be all 'I'm a replaceable person' on us, because you're you, and that's what makes you special. Without your annoyed attitude here, we wouldn't be this year's Nekoma Volleyball Club, you know?" Yaku scolded.

(Y/n) blushed. Never has anyone said this to him, and never has he felt this way. Why was his heart beating so fast, why were there butterflies in his stomach, why he was all flushed.

"Sure... whatever you say." (Y/n) sighed.

"Oho, who knew (L/n) (Y/n) would listen to Yakkun?" Kuroo smirked.

"I only listen to people I respect." (Y/n) told Kuroo as he walked to the bench, but crashed into the wall.

"Damn, composure lost!"

"Shit..." (Y/n) murmured. "I need to rest more before everything becomes a groggy blur."

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"Whoa, look at those huge eye-bags, (L/n). No wonder why you don't get any girls." Kuroo snickered.

"Shut up," (Y/n) yawned as he rubbed his eyes. "I just haven't been sleeping lately."

"That's not good for you," Kai said. "You should take a day off."

"You workaholic bitch!" Yaku yelled, surprising the other three. "I told you to rest, and you decided-"

"I need to continue working? Yeah, I decided that." (Y/n) replied. "There is no such thing as rest if you want to become great, Yaku. And even if I do rest, my mind will just be occupied with work, and paranoia anyway."

Yaku bit his lip. He didn't know how he would reply, and so didn't the other teammates.

(Y/n) sighed. "I have insomnia, OK? The stress is really getting to me," he said as he rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake.

"Just... go home. Take a day off, you need to rest." Kuroo sighed.

"Sure, sure." (Y/n) said as he stubbornly took his things and made his way back to his house.

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"Oi, (Y/n), you done with your work?" Issey, (Y/n)'s elder brother asked.

"No, but I can go do it there." (Y/n) replied.

"C'mon, I wanna go already." he told his younger brother.

"Sure..." the younger brother replied. "Remind me why I have to go as well?"

Issey laughed. "You have 3 more years that you can mess around, you moron. If you waste it, you'll never get to experience the chicks and the dudes!"

"I don't need it though. What I mainly aim for is money, not a hook-up, unlike you."

"(Y/n), would you like to live your life alone?"

"Well, Issey, would you want to go hooking up with random people in the club on your 60th birthday?" (Y/n) retorted, irritated.

"Rather do that than be lonely."

"I'd rather find a husband or wife than hook up with STD-filled people."

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Yaku, and Kuroo decided to go to the club. Why? No idea, they just decided so.

"Is this OK?" Kuroo asked Yaku.

"I guess this place is OK." Yaku replied.

They entered to see a boy with (h/c) Caesar cut, and violet eyes.

"That guy reminds me of (L/n)-" Kuroo was interrupted by a girl he knew attended Nekoma calling out the guy's name.

"(L/n)-senpai~" she purred.

"What the- that's the one girl in my class!" Yaku exclaimed.

"Wait, I think that might be (Y/n)'s elder brother." Kuroo said.

"(Y/n) can you get us some more (alcohol)?" the male asked.

"Sure." (Y/n) said as he looked up from his work. He looked more irritated than when he's with Kuroo.

"Wait, we gotta ask him about this!" Yaku whisper-yelled at Kuroo. Kuroo just nodded, and the two ran to the surgeon's son.

"(L/n)!" Yaku yelled.

"Huh, Yaku? Kuroo?" He asked.

"Yeah, what are you doing here, we thought we made you go rest!" Kuroo yelled.

"Look, I didn't have much of a choice when it comes to this type of thing. My brother, Issey, dragged me here. Plus I'm not doing anything illegal, I'm doing my homework." (Y/n) defended himself.

"No, I can't anymore. We need you to rest." Yaku said. "We're taking you home, and I don't wanna hear "Oh what about my homework," alright? Kuroo, and I can do your homework, we just need you to rest."

(Y/n) sighed. "It's alright, I can manage the homework. It's almost done anyway, but can I stay at one of you guys' place?"

Yaku blinked. "Sure, you can stay with me, but I only have one bed if that's OK. My aunt is occupying the guest room."

"That's fine. Please just... get me out of here, the lights are making me sick."

"Gladly." Yaku said. "Kuroo, go get his homework, and meet me in the car."

"Don't gotta tell me twice."

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Kuroo dropped Yaku, and (Y/n) off at Yaku's house.

"OK, so we can't be too loud. My younger brothers are sleeping." Yaku said.

"Mhm."

Yaku then carried the tall boy into his house. He brought the boy into his room, where he dropped him on the bed gently. He knew the boy was too tired to change, as he had told him beforehand.

"Is there anything you want?" Yaku asked (Y/n) as he grabbed some clothes to change into.

"Uh, do you have sleeping pills?" (Y/n) asked.

Yaku blinked. "Uh, yeah."

"Can you get them for me?" he weakly smiled.

"Sure." Yaku smiled.

Yaku walked out to change his clothes, and came back with a glass of water, and a pill on a napkin.

"Here you go, (L/n)." He smiled.

(Y/n) grabbed the pill, and drank up every last drop of the water.

"Thank you, Yaku." he groggily thanked the male.

"Call me Morisuke, I don't mind." Yaku replied.

"Then call me (Y/n)."

Morisuke climbed into the bed that was occupied by the insomniac. (Y/n) hugged Mori as soon as the boy entered the covers with him.

"Let's stay like this for a little." he mumbled. Morisuke smiled.

"Who knew you'd be such a pampered prince in private, hm?"

"Shut up."

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