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Summer vacation, what else is better in the world? That's right. Death.

You fanned your face, trying to cool off in the current hot weather after running a few warm-up laps with your volleyball team; Nekoma. You joined the team when you entered Nekoma high since you got pressured to join the team by your brother; Kuroo Tetsurō. Ah yes your dear brother, the team leader who's only one year older than you and a huge sack of shit.
He plead until you finally gave in and joined. Well at least you found plenty of friends there like Kenma and Lev.
The most annoying part though was the one where Kuroo complained that he had to teach you how to play, even though he was the one who wanted you on the team. How rude!

You swung your arms around Kenma from behind and slumped against him. "Kenyama! I'm so tired! I wanna go home..." You whined. You've been on this volleyball focused trip since yesterday and you're already ready to leave.
The pudding pat your head, not fully paying attention to you since he had his DS right now and wanted to get out of it as much as possible before your brother takes it from him. "Don't worry, just two more weeks to go." He hummed.
Well, that wasn't very reassuring...

"Ya, Y/n-nii! Come here I wanna introduce you to my best friend!" Kuroo suddenly yelled at you from outside of the gym, peaking his head in through the doorway. You glared at him.
"Fuck no!" You replied. "Your friends are weirdos!" Well, everyone except Hinata, he's kinda okay.
He grumbled. "Oh come on! I just wanna flex that I have a brother and he doesn't, it'll be just a sec!" You saw the cat grin he gave you as clear as day. Even though you didn't want to, you knew he was going to keep on bothering you until all of your brain cells would commit suicide. So you let out a sigh. "Fine..." You let go on Kenma and went towards him.

Your brother chuckled and once you were close enough, he wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you outside.
You were met with a little creepy looking owl man, staring at you curiously. You looked him up and down, a sweat bead running down on the side of your head.

"He's so cute!" The owl man yelled. Cute?? Since when?? "Oh my god I wanna have a little brother like this too!" He cooed, excitement and enthusiasm lacing his words. He then stepped closer and placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing them and turning your head to get a good look at you.
"I can sell him to you for a certain amount of time if you want." Your brother laughed. It sounded like a joke but you know your brother; he's dead serious.
"Hey I'm not some plushie or something! You can't sell me!" You hit Kuroo's side, yelling at him all the while. He couldn't give less fuck's.

The owl boy's yellow eyes sparkled. "Really?! How much do you want?" He turned to your brother, willing to do the trade. Wait you don't know this man! And you don't even want to get to know him!
Kuroo thought for a second. "Hmm. One grilled salted mackerel pike for one hour!" He stated with a confident smile.
The white haired male thought for a while also. He then got his answear. "Alright! I'll give it to you tomorrow!" He said confidentially, none of the third years giving a single fuck about your opinion apparently.