After changing into some comfy clothes and putting on some fresh deodorant so he didn't stink to badly at dinner, Bodhi made his way to the cafeteria.
"Oi! Bodhi, wait up!"
Bodhi turned around to see Kindaichi running to catch up to him.
"Do you know where the cafeteria is? Cause I sure as held don't," Kindaichi asked.
"Nope, just figured I'd follow my nose," Bodhi replied, tapping it as he spoke. "This nose will lead the way, besides if all else fails…"
Bodhi paused waiting a moment before a loud booming echo resounded through the hallway. "The breaking hearts of rejection echo loud my friend! That way!"
Bodhi began to walk in the direction he heard the rejection come from, Kindaichi followed soon after, but not before sending up a small prayer for God to take care of the broken-hearted souls.
"Wazzzappppp!" Bodhi announced loud and proud as he waltzed into the cafeteria.
"Wazzappp!" a rooster responded.
"WAZZAPPP!!" a ginger yelled. Bodhi could admit he got some points outta the negative for that one.
"HEY HEY HEY!!"
…
…
"…you ruined it…" Bodhi said without batting an eye, walking past the owl.
"Bokuto…I'm disappointed…" Tatsuki said. The cracking of Bokuto's soul could be heard as the least fun and most serious member of his team just called him what basically amounts to being unfun and lame.
"KILL ME NOW!" Bokuto shouted.
"NO! BOKUTO! NOOOO!!" Akaashi pleaded.
Bodhi moved towards where his team was sitting, "Everyone munchin' already without little ole me? How could you!"
With an exaggerated hit to his heart, Bodhi collapsed into the awaiting Kindaichi's arms.
"He's dying! What'll we do!" Kindaichi begged, playing along without missing a beat.
"He needs a shot in his-" before Iwaizumi could finish giving a diagnosis, Bodhi shot straight back up.
"Hey! I'm alright! It's a miraculous recovery! Imma go get some grub," Bodhi announced. Kindaichi followed him to where the food was being served.
"Huh, Bodhi doesn't like needles then, eh? Just like you, hey, Shittykawa?" Iwaizumi stated.
A shiver went up Oikawa's back, "They just freak me out okay!? Like why do we even need shots in the first place!? Or get something that doesn't poke holes in my lovely face!"
Iwaizumi was tempted to respond to that but decided it wasn't worth the effort, so he just went back to eating.
Back to Bodhi and Kindaichi, both were finishing plating their curry.
"Hey, who made this? You know Kin?" Bodhi asked.
"Nah, but if I had to guess, it'd probably be the managers," Kindaichi answered.
"How'd you come to that conclusion?" Bodhi said, walking back to Seijo's table.
"Easy, look at Nakano," he pointed at her, "She's been fiddling with her hands and asking how the food was to everyone at the table, you can also see the cuts on her hands."
Bodhi just stared at him for a second. "How the hell do you know all that? We literally didn't even talk to her, I didn't even know she was sitting with us, I thought she'd sit with all the other managers."
Bodhi was still perplexed at how Kindaichi may have solved the mystery chef question, but when he looked back at him after pondering it for a moment, Kindaichi's face was redder than a tomato. Oh…Bodhi could use this…Bodhi could use this very well…
"Hey Han-" Bodhi could only get that much out as Kindaichi suddenly elbowed him in the gut, nearly making him spill all the curry he just plated. "Fucking wanker!" Bodhi hissed through the sharp pain.
Kindaichi just continued walking, unaware of what hell he had unleashed upon his future self. Know this, Bodhi would return anything that happened to him tenfold. Justice has a number, and Bodhi has it on speed dial.
As Bodhi sat down, he overheard a conversation happening between Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
"So, would you say that the Bokuto guy was on par with Ushiwaka? Bokuto was in the top three before he got pushed out by that Itatchiyama guy, right?" Iwaizumi asked.
Oikawa thought for a moment before responding. "I'd defiantly say Ushiwaka is better overall, he doesn't mess up nearly as often as Bokuto does, but if I had to compare both teams, I'd say Fukurodani is the stronger of the two. That number two who Bodhi was going up against would no doubt compete against Ushiwaka and he'd probably stop a fair few and I've a gut feeling that Bokuto might be a big game player, meaning he wouldn't shy away when it counted."
"That's surprising well thought out Shittykawa, but I'd agree too."
"Yeah, Tattoo's a beauty ain't he? There number two I mean," Bodhi added his two cents.
"His name is Tattoo?" Oikawa asked bewildered.
"Nah, that's my nickname for him, its actually Tatsuki Washio, but the first time we met the announcer couldn't say his name right at this beach volleyball tournament I was playing at and pronounced it as Tattoo, thought it was funny and I kept it," Bodhi told him, shoveling another spoonful of curry in his mouth. "Mmm! Nice hob Chana!"
"Don't speak with your mouthful Bodhi Rhys!" Hana shouted.
"Y-y-yes Ma'am!"
The Aoba Johsai table laughed at Bodhi being called out for his poor table manners, afterwards they all went back to eating and casual conversation. Among the other tables the common theme everyone was discussing was the very same person being laughed at, none more so than the table housing all of the Karasuno team.
"That blondie bastard was really good, and I mean what are the odds that he plays volleyball and goes to Aoba Johsai!? What the hell Takeda! Tell me why! WHY!" Coach Ukai complained to his fellow coach.
"H-h-hey, there's no need to cuss out anyone and a student at that, but besides that, he was a really good player, Seijo will be even harder to defeat come the Spring National qualifiers." Takeda replied nervously.
"Yeah, you got that right specs. We'll just have to get even better then!" Ukai proclaimed.
"Y-yeah! Yeah! We can do it Coach!" Takeda said proudly, with all the courage a chihuahua could muster.
Nearby, Karasuno's famous quick duo were conversing in hurried whispers.
"Hey, what ya talkin' 'bout first years!" Tanaka questioned. "No need to whisper now fellas."
"The tiny idiot is just wondering what Seijo's new player eats to get that tall and if he'll tell him," Kageyama replied easily enough, all the while holding said idiot back like a older sibling would by holding their head, keeping them just out of arms reach.
"W-w-hy'd you tell him Kageyama!" Hinata pleaded. "Besides you're the one who wanted to know just how good that guy really is! But your too nervous to ask since the Great King is over there!"
The two quickly devolved into a wrestling match causing the calm and collected (read: furious) captain to split the two up.
"That's enough! No rough housing in the cafeteria or so help me it's flying laps for the both of you!" Daichi commanded.
""Yes Sir,"" they both responded, bowing in front of the captain.
While those two were getting scolded, Nishinoya was curious about the same thing too. Just how good that Bodhi guy was. Nishinoya could tell he wasn't going all out, and whether that was due to fatigue or him not needing to do so when playing against them it angered him nonetheless. Curiosity and anger reaching a boiling point, he decided to ask the one causing all his problems at the moment. So with the confidence belying his size he waltzed up to the Seijo table, staring down his target…
…
…Which was already at eye height…
"Did you go all out against us? I feel like you could have gone harder, right?" Nishinoya asked nonplussed.
Bodhi paused mid spoonful as the hyperactive libero he had played numerous times that day asked him a question, one he didn't really want to answer but decided to as soon as he saw the look in his eyes.
"I'd say I was at about…65? 70%? Somewhere around there and before you ask, it wasn't that I didn't find you guys a good opponent or something like that, I've just been trying to work on something that I've been struggling with and I can't do that at my max yet, so I'm building up to it. If that rubs you the wrong way, then that's on you mate."
Nishinoya stood silent for a moment. "Fair enough! Next time I'll make you go all out! Believe it!" he said leaving in a flash of lightning like he was never there, a broad smile lining his face that wasn't missed by Bodhi. That libero reminded him a little of Cahill, that little fecker was probably balls deep in someone right now. Not that part of Cahill but the unrelenting desire and will to keep the ball in play was something Bodhi sensed in Karasuno's libero.
"Alright! Once your done eating gentlemen you'll have the second round in the showers and baths. We went in the order of the most winningest team's today, Fukurodani was first. I hope you'll be able to turn that around tomorrow. Anyhow, wash up and rest well gentlemen, I'll see you all in the morning," Coach Irihata stated.
"Mannnnnn, we gotta wait for the shower? That sucks man," Yahaba complained.
Watari snorted. "Dude you barely played today, did you even sweat enough to need to take a shower? The guy who really needs it is Maki and Matsukawa, man he-"
Two pissed off aura started to surround the table, cutting off Watari from speaking further.
"Do I hear a dead man speaking? I think I do, don't I Matsu?" Maki said hauntingly.
"I think I do…ice showers seem like a good punishment for disrespecting a senior, no? Maki?"
"I concur Matsu, OI SECOND YEARS! ALL OF YOU TO THE FIELD! MATSU GET A HOSE!" Maki asked.
"It shall be done."
"…hey Iwaizumi-senpai, do we get to have normal showers?" Bodhi asked politely. "The first-years I mean."
"…I guess so, you first-years surely know better than to taunt your seniors, yes?" Iwaizumi asked.
A chorus of 'Yes sir's' rang out.
"Good."
"Hey, Seijo! Showers are yours!" Akinori shouted from the doorway of the cafeteria.
"Thanks! Third years and first years go ahead. Second Years your with Maki and Matsukawa…have fun hehe." Iwaizumi stated.
"Watari…You're a fucking idiot." Naoki stated matter of factly.
"I agree, fucking idiot," Kyotani added.
"Follow me second years! Matsu found a hose, courtesy of Nekoma's captain who sympathised with our plight and even decided to join in!"
"You Seijo guys are alright," Kuroo said, leading Nekoma's troublemakers, headed by Yamamoto, Inuoka, and Lev.
That day these players would form an unbreakable bond forged in the cold showers of dusk, one bound by freezing water and shared stupidity. Their cries and pleas went unheard into the night as those fortunate enough basked in the warmth of hot water showers and warm baths, they to all made a silent vow to never be as stupid as those people subjected to the hose.
Bodhi, who had just finished his shower and was heading back to get changed, thought about what awaited him tonight. He didn't expect much but he was looking forward to his conversation with Kiyoko, maybe it would lead somewhere, maybe it wouldn't. But Bodhi had a good feeling about it nonetheless.
He only hoped he would put his foot in his mouth and say something stupid.
Author Note:
Alright, I'm back! And for good this time, I swear you guys might not believe me but I got called for Jury duty and I was in the clear until I shit you not, I was the last one called for a replacement juror. And Man fuck me, the trial lasted 43 fucking days! Can't say anything about it, but god damn did it suck.
Anyhow while that did happen, I also just wasn't truly in a writing mood, but I got the bug again and will start writing consistently, if not one a week hopefully every 10ish days kinda deal.
So, hope you enjoyed the new chapter and next time, we get the rooftop scene with our darling Kiyoko! Gonna try hard for that one,
Till Next Time!
-Daedalus19
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