Eight pm, Yachi Hitoka was doing some manager work, creating a poster promoting the Karasuno's girl volleyball club. Suddenly, his house's doorbell rang.

"Coming!" he shouted as he walked down the hall of his condo. Upon looking through the peephole, he saw his beloved boyfriend, (L/n) (Y/n). Hitoka smiled.

"Oh hey, (Y/n)." Hitoka greeted (Y/n) as he opened the door, and let him enter.

"Hey..." (Y/n) muttered as he dragged his feet along the floor of the Yachi household.

"Are you OK?" Hitoka asked, closing the door.

"Mhm..." (Y/n) mumbled.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure..." (Y/n) replied as he flopped onto the floor near the kitchen.

Hitoka nodded, not wanting to push his boyfriend. "You should get off the floor before you catch a cold. I'll get you a cup of (drink)."

(Y/n) nodded as he slithered to the dining table, and flopped on there as well.

"So, what's up?" Hitoka asked.

"Nothing..." (Y/n) answered as he smashed his face onto the table.

"(Y/n), don't do that, you'll break your nose." Hitoka said as he sat the cup of drink down on the table. "Oh, I spoke too soon, didn't I?"

(Y/n) put his head up, his nose bleeding uncontrollably. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I'll get you a towel and an ice pack. Just hold your nose, and keep your head down, OK?" Hitoka said as he walked to get the things for his boyfriend.

"OK." (Y/n) replied as he did what his boyfriend wanted.

Just a bit later, Hitoka came back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel. He handed it to (Y/n) who put it over his bloody nose.

"(Y/n), I don't want to push you on this, and if you don't wanna answer it's fine, but did something happen? You look genuinely upset." Hitoka said.

"... my parents made fun of me for liking boys." (Y/n) said. "I asked them to stop, but they didn't, so I just came here."

"Oh... I see. Are you feeling better?" Hitoka asked.

"Yeah, I feel a bit better." (Y/n) replied.

"If you need anything I'm here for you, OK?" Hitoka said as he hugged (Y/n).

"Yeah, I know that." (Y/n) hugged back.

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