Kuroo ended up not realizing that the other were there. But the other did realized he was there and with someone else.
Ever since the race at the speedway Kuroo hadn't been hanging out with them. They let this go but worried about him. He wasn't the type to hang out with a girl just like that. Most women glanced at him but once he opened that mouth of his and said a chemistry pick up line it would all go down hill.
Oikawa on the other hand was starting to get a little too close to (y/n) as well. Not surprising since that's just what he does with anyone else ,though this type of close was up close and personal.
A few weeks passed after that. Oikawa came around here and there. The team continued to do street racing without anyone finding out. Some were starting to think street racing was the better way out instead of staying in professional legal racing.
Today everyone was at the Miya residence thinking up a party for Sakusa. He was going to turn twenty-two in less than a week and these people were brain storming something that was Sakusa friendly.
"What if we just give him cleaning products and masks and call it a day. If I order the masks right now on Amazon, they'll come in by Thursday" Suna puffs out a thick white cloud ,passing it over to (y/n) who takes it doing the same.
"True..he doesn't like crowds but I feel like we should throw him-"
"-Off a bridge"
"No. Throw him a small get together. His people and ours. Just our circle. Keep it private ,not too crazy...." (y/n)'s voice trails off looking over the group of men in front of her.
They all shrug except for Bokuto who is trying to swallow down his excitement. It had been a good while since a party and he was ready to get his dancing shoes on.
The group discussed the plans further, making a list of people, things they'd need, oof options and drinks. By midday they were all set to get things prepared.
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Osamu tagged along with (y/n) who was going to go into a bakery to order a cake for the day things were set for. He pulls into te drive way of the bakery, as he turns off the car he looks over to (y/n) with a small smile.
