An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My contribution to the HQ Summer Camp Zine which is still available for a free download! @hq-campzine
Relationships: Fukurodani friendships, no romance Rating: Gen WC: 2,225 words
Excerpt: It was a magical time of day as the sun steadily dipped below the tree line, painting the sky in warm hues of orange, pink, and purple. Birdsong was replaced with the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of leaves in the cool evening breeze. The little patch of wilderness was a sanctuary for the woodland animals to wander through the trees and out into the clearing beside the lake whenever they pleased. On occasion, however, their peace was destroyed by a different kind of creature.
Crack
An uproar of laughter filled the clearing where a group of students were circled around a campfire. One figure stomped away from a heap of billowy material and flopped on a log.
“Who designed these things?!” Komi groaned, glaring at Sarukui who had marshmallow stuck to his lips.
Yukie laughed. “They make them pretty fool-proof these days. Even Bokuto got his put together,” she said, smirking as she pointed over her shoulder at a completely erect tent.
“No way! Akaashi probably put it together for him.”
“I did not. I’ve been on marshmallow duty ever since the fire was built since apparently no one else can toast them right. Speaking of Bokuto-san though…” Akaashi straightened up and handed the golden marshmallow to Kaori as he glanced around the circle. “Where is he?”
A foreboding silence fell over the group as they all glanced at each other. Washio stood up without a word and wandered over to Bokuto’s tent to look inside. Silence reigned over the campsite until he turned around and shook his head. They all groaned.
“Konoha-san, I believe you were on Bokuto-watch duty, were you not?”
Every head whirled in his direction.
“I was but then I had to pee, so I left Yukie in charge!”
Everyone turned toward her, and she rolled her eyes.
“I was in charge while you were gone which took you, what, five seconds?”
“That wasn’t in our verbal agreement.”
“Yes, it was! You said Yukie, can you watch Bokuto while I pee . Unless you’re still urinating and we don’t know it, then you’re still currently on Bokuto duty.”
Akaashi sighed and gazed out at the trees, looking for any kind of movement. They had all agreed that no one was allowed to wander off, but Bokuto was never the type to remember simple rules like that. Camping was one of his favorite things to do outside of volleyball.
He glanced over his shoulder at the horizon. The sun was nearly down and soon it would be completely dark. They had to act fast.
“Alright, here’s what we need to do. We’ll separate into small groups and search the area. I don’t think I need to remind you all of this, but please do not get lost.”
“Yes, we know.”
“We’re not as dumb as Bokuto.”
Akaashi grimaced as he watched them all slowly get to their feet, muttering under their breaths. “That remains to be seen.”
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