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ʜᴇʜᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ...ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ
Kei: wow so motivated
Tadashi: Tsukki
Kei: What
Shoyo: I WANT TO SEE MOREEEE
ᴊᴇᴇᴢ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ-
Suga: No sweetie let us just watch it please
ᴡᴏᴡ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ!
Suga: Yes
ꜱᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ...
Suga: I'm sorry but I'm curious now
ꜰɪɴᴇ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴋᴏᴜꜱʜɪ
As the screen appear as it show them The rain slicked streets of Tokyo gleamed under the neon lights, reflections bouncing off the puddles like fractured glass. Tobio adjusted his tie with surgical precision, his eyes cold and calculating behind the calm mask he wore so effortlessly. Another assignment, another target—another day in the life of a professional who never missed.
But tonight, something felt... different.
He entered the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. Silence greeted him, thick and oppressive. The kind of silence only professionals like him could navigate without flinching.
"Tobio-kun."
The voice cut through the darkness, familiar, teasing—like a playful echo from a different life. Satori Tendou stepped forward, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, the chaos of his vibrant hair striking against the muted room.
"I didn't think the king of the court would be this... sneaky off the court," Tendou said, tilting his head. "Or is this just your new hobby?"
Tobio's eyes flickered—briefly human, briefly something softer—before hardening again. "You know better than anyone. I don't fail."
"And yet," Tendou stepped closer, circling him like a predator testing its prey, "you still let me in your world. Even if it's dangerous."
Tobio's fingers brushed over the handle of his suppressed pistol. The familiar weight grounded him. He didn't flinch when Tendou's hand rested lightly against his shoulder. That, at least, was unexpected.
"You're... reckless," Tobio said, voice low, controlled.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you in action." Tendou's grin widened, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and affection. "You always think you're alone, Tobio. But the truth? Even kings have partners."
The corner of Tobio's mouth twitched. He hated admitting it, hated letting anyone see cracks in his armor—but Tendou had a way of slipping past the lines he built. A way of turning the cold, calculated king into... something dangerously human.
Before Tobio could respond, the warehouse doors burst open. Shadows moved like predators; the scent of gunpowder hung in the air.
"Time to dance," Tobio whispered, a faint smirk betraying the tension.
Tendou just laughed, the sound echoing, bold and fearless. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Together, they moved—synchronized, deadly, unstoppable. Tobio, precise and lethal, Tendou, chaotic and unpredictable. Two forces colliding in a storm of violence and unspoken trust.
By the time the last threat hit the ground, silence returned—broken only by the rain outside and the shallow breaths of two hitmen who had just survived... again.
Tobio holstered his weapon, his eyes finally meeting Tendou's. "You always make this... messier than it needs to be," he said, almost a whisper.
Tendou shrugged, leaning close, his face inches from Tobio's. "And you make it fun."
For a moment, the world shrank to just the two of them. Dangerous. Beautiful. Unstoppable.
And in the shadowed corners of Tokyo, even a king could be vulnerable—with the right partner.
End of screne
Tooru: WHYYY DO YOU HATE ME WHY THEM
Tendou: Ooh
Ushimijia: Satori is good choice
Tooru: No one asked
Atsumu: Damn good drama
Osamu: Atsumu shut ya trap
Rin: Good blackmail
Kita: What was that hmm
Atsmu: Nothing
Osamu: Nothing
Rin: Nothing
Tooru: What the hell
Iwaizumi: Please teach me your ways
Tooru: Please don't
Aoba Johasai except Iwaizumi: ^
ᴡᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ
Kei: Who the hell your talking too
ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴅɪɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ
Kei: WHO TOLD YOU THAT!
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!
Shirabu: Oh wow you like dinosours~
Futakuchai: What are you a kid~
Kuro: Oya oya oya~
Kei: Great look what you did
ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅɪɴᴏꜱᴏᴜʀꜱ
Kei: I hope you jump
ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ/ɢᴏᴅ/ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʜ! ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ!