Atsumu is glued to his phone as the bus drives. He’s seated next to Meian. Who just happens to look over curious about what has Atsumu’s attention since he’s so quiet for once. “Umm… Atsumu, are you reading Naruto?”
“Huh?” Atsumu says waiting for his brain to catch up, “Oh yeah! It’s just a story someone wrote online about Naruto and his best friend Sasuke hanging out on a farm. It’s uh fan fiction. It sounded good. Just confused why there’s a tag that says lemon.”
Meian starts sweating, “I know what fanfic is. But uh, Atsumu…”
Barns from across the isle asks, “Did you just say you’re reading a Naruto fanfic?”
“Ummm ya? So what? Mind ya business if you don’t like. I ain’t hurting no one.”
“Atsumu… I wrote fanfic… still write it occasionally. Where are you in the story?” Barns carefully asks.
“Not far. I’m at the part where Naruto is chasing after Saske… why?
“Oh god, he doesn’t know,” Meain covers his face.
“Have ya read it before? It’s pretty old like from before 2010.” Atsumu looks between Meian and Barns.
Barns nods his head stifling a laugh, “Is the handle, LemWinged_ Hokage?”
“Yeah…” Atsumu is visibly very confused.
Barns then asks, “Atsumu, do you know what lemon means from that time?”
“Uhhhh no why?”
Barns starts to double over crying wiping away a tear, “Shu- Shugo you gotta tell him.”
“I-“ Meain struggles to get the words out, “Nope. I can’t he’s and adult… he should know...”
Foster over hears the last bit of the conversation then looks at the trio, “what’s so funny?”
Atsumu answers, “I dunno. They think it’s funny I’m reading fanfic about Naruto and Sasuke on a lemon farm.”
“And you said the author was who?” Foster asks.
“LemWinged_ Hokage” Atsumu replies “there’s tons of hits and has over 50 chapters.”
Foster says without skipping a beat, “Miya why the fuck are you reading porn on my bus? And you two, Meain and Barns, reading porn as a teen that explains so much. Although I was writing Naruto fanfic around that time so I really can’t say much… carry on just be quiet. Bokuto’s actually asleep right now.”
The trio’s mouths drop. Staring at their coach who turns back to his notebook as if nothing happened at all.
