Jump float serve

It's different here

Terushima swung his training bag over the shoulder as Yamaguchi flew down the stairs and followed him outside. Freckled boy breathed in the fresh air of the late evening. "Let's go," Terushima ruffled his hair gently with a warm smile.

"You sure it'll be fine?" Yamaguchi hesitated, fidgeting the hem of his hoodie.

Terushima sighed. Instead of answering he opened Johzenji team's chat and handed his phone to the boy. He walked quietly while Yamaguchi scanned 'yass' and 'more people more fun' type of messages. One thing Terushima was sure about - his team will like Yamaguchi. He asked for another practice this evening, since he couldn't be at the first one. But the real reason was to keep Yamaguchi's thought's off latest camp events. And Terushima got lucky that his team went with it. No coach or managers - no stress over them. Perfect. He smirked to himself.

"Fine," Yamaguchi finally breathed out with a light smile and put phone into Terushima's pocket.

After a couple of minutes they walked through Johzenji High entrance. The closer they were getting to the gym, the more nervous Yamaguchi got. He felt overthinking crawl silently into his head again. What if I'm not as good as they imagine? What if I'm not fun enough to play with? What if-

"Snap out of it," Terushima ruffled Yamaguchi's hair, "they don't bite." He chuckled and lead him to the changing room.

Yamaguchi opened his training bag and his eyes widened, "huh?" Instead of his usual white shirt there was lying light blue that Tsukishima gave him a couple of months ago. Yamaguchi forgot that it was lying under all other clothes. Tsukki... All his decisions suddenly felt foolish. Yamaguchi took the cloth out. Why did he agree to play today? How could he think that someone can be interested in some serve he wanted to learn? Yamaguchi felt his chest tighten. Pinch server? He chuckled. Johzenji's team probably got excited about playing with 'Karasuno's pinch server', as Terushima told them. But Yamaguchi wasn't a part of the real team. He didn't feel like one. He wasn't more than Karasuno's bench warmer. Fuck... Yamaguchi's fingers curled into fists, digging into the soft fabric of the shirt. Upcoming tears stung his eyes. He couldn't stay in volleyball anymore. He couldn't disappoint even more people.

Terushima glanced at Yamaguchi with concern. His eyes wandered over the shirt in Yamaguchi's hands. Wasn't he always wearing white to practice? A couple of tears fell on it, turning it light blue color dark. Then a sudden realization struck his head, "oh...fuck," he clicked his tongue. Damn memories. Terushima came up to Yamaguchi and snatched it from his hands with a wide smirk, "you won't need it." Yamaguchi's eyebrows shot up. Terushima knew that what he was about to do definitely wasn't the best decision, but he shoved that feeling aside. He winked at the boy, before throwing the shirt to the other corner of the room. Terushima watched how Yamaguchi squeezed his eyes shut, as it landed into the trash can. He quickly fished out his spare khaki shirt and threw it at Yamaguchi.

Boy visibly tensed as it lightly hit his head. But after a moment he breathed out and chuckled, "what the hell?" He tossed it back at Terushima. He didn't expect this kind of reaction. He thought that it'll take much more to pull Yamaguchi out of his memories. To his surprise it didn't. Or Yamaguchi was good at pretending. Either way it was a great moment to bring boy back to this evening and forget everything else. Shirt flew right into Terushima's face, slowly sliding down after.

"Want to play naked or what?" Terushima laughed, quickly reading the room, "not that I mind though."

Yamaguchi felt tips of his ears burn at the words. "Give it back!" he ran up to the older boy, but he jumped onto the bench and raised the shirt above his head. "Come on," Yamaguchi whined, following him.

"I already gave it you once, you didn't want it," Terushima flicked Yamaguchi's forehead with a free hand.

"Now I want it!" Yamaguchi pouted playfully. He leaned closer to Terushima, slim fingers reaching for the shirt, when a sudden voice startled him.