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Kiyoko’s birthday crisis!
Tanaka Ryunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Daichi Sawamura, Sugawara Koushi, Asahi Azumane, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Kiyoko Shimizu
Kiyoko’s birthday is in three days, and Tanaka and Noya are spiraling for the perfect gift!
Tanaka had been… weirdly quiet for twenty solid minutes. For anyone else, this would be normal. But for Tanaka Ryunosuke? it was concerning. Nishinoya noticed immediately.
“You’re doing that thing where you think too hard” he said, poking Tanaka with a pencil.
Tanaka didn’t even blink. “Do you know what day it is?”
Noya raised an eyebrow and slowly checked his phone. “Uh…. Tuesday?”
“No, no. Not the day day. The countdown day!” He leaned in, whispering to noya. “Kiyoko’s birthday is in three days.”
Noya dropped his pencil and gasped dramatically. “WHAT?! Are you sure?! Did she say something?!”
“No, I overheard suga-san say it last week to the others!”He grabbed Noya’s shoulders. “We have no gift, NO PLAN, we can’t show up empty handed! Not for her!”
Noya was already on his feet. “We need Intel!” He proclaimed, he was determined now. “We gotta ask people. Interrogate!”
Tanaka nodded, also very determined. “We go to the top!”
First Stop: The Third Years.
“What’s her favorite color?” Tanaka demanded, sliding into the seat across from Daichi.
“Good afternoon to you too…?” Daichi said flatly.
“We’re running outta time!” Noya slapped the desk. “Do you know how hard it is to get a birthday gift for an angel when you don’t know what kind of gifts angels even like?!”
Daichi blinked. “I mean, she likes… calm stuff? Books, maybe?”
“She reads?” Tanaka’s pen was already out. “What genre?”
Daichi shrugged. “I don’t know, nonfiction?”
“Nonfiction?!” Noya yelled.
“I think she reads crochet patterns?” Sugawara briefly pointed out.
Tanaka’s pen scratched rapidly. “Crochet. Got it. Is that the one with the sticks?”
“No… that’s knitting…” Suga said.
“Wait, what’s the difference?” Noya grimaced, getting ready to look it up on his phone.
Asahi timidly spoke up. “Um… she organizes the storage closet on her own time? That’s kind of a hobby?”
Tanaka stared at him. “We’re not giving her a shelf, asahi!”
“I just thought maybe like… storage bins?”
“Do you want a bin for your birthday?” Noya said.
“I like bins…” asahi mumbled.
Next Target: Yachi
She dropped her lunchbox when they cornered her behind the gym. “W-Why are you looming?! Are you about to fight me?!”
“It’s about kiyoko!” Tanaka said quickly.
Yachi instantly looked terrified. “What happened?! Is she okay?! Did I do something?!”
“No! Her birthday’s in like three days and we need to get her something!” Noya explained frantically.
Yachi’s face morphed into pure dread. “Her birthday’s in three days?!”
“Wait, you didn’t know?!” Tanaka squawked. “You’re her right hand woman!”
“I THOUGHT IT WAS NEXT MONTH!” she wailed. “I was gonna draw something for her but now I don’t even know if i can finish it in time!”
Tanaka patted her back, they were all going through it. “Okay. Lets all calm down, we’ll figure out the perfect gift.”
“I need to rethink what to get her!” Yachi cried, ruffling her own hair.
Noya sighed. it was hopeless, but they weren’t gonna give up so easily.
Final Hope: The freak duo
They didn’t even mean to ask Hinata and Kageyama. But desperation forced them into asking.
Kageyama raised a brow. “Why are you following us?”
Hinata narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to copy our practice routines?”
“What? No, We need answers!” Noya practically yelled. “Do you guys know what Kiyoko-san likes?”
There was a long pause.
“…Yarn?” Kageyama said calmly.
Tanaka blinked. “You mean that crochet thing?”
“She told me she lost a skein of that sparkly blue yarn she got in Kyoto last year,” Kageyama said. “Said it was rare and soft and she was gonna use it to make a gift.”
“I told her I’d look for it online!” Hinata chimed in. “It’s called like… moon something. It was super expensive though. I found a seller that can ship it but–“
Tanaka and Noya both looked at eachother before looking back at the others.
Hinata stopped mid sentence. “…why are you both looking at me like that–“
“Give me that link!” Tanaka gripped hinata’s shoulders, shaking him.
“Hinata. Please,” Noya said, in pure desperation. “We’ll do anything!”
“W-why are you guys so scary today?!” Hinata asked with genuine concern.
Tanaka had Kageyama by the shoulders now too. “You’ll get an unlimited meatbun fund. We’ll sponsor you!”
“A meatbun a day,” Noya added, eyes wide, desperate. “For the rest of your life!”
Hinata and kageyama blinked, and looked at eachother.
Kiyoko’s birthday.
After some trial and error… and promising Hinata and kageyama unlimited meatbuns in exchange, they finally had the perfect gift.
Kiyoko was just finishing up putting the remaining volleyballs into the bin when Noya and Tanaka marched over, box in hand, trying not to look like he was shaking.
“For you, Kiyoko-san!” Noya said, bowing so hard.
Tanaka held the box out with both hands like it was a peace offering. “Happy birthday!”
She opened it. Paused. Her fingers brushed over the soft skein inside. Her lips parted, stunned.
“This is…” She looked up. “You remembered this?”
“You mentioned it once. Last fall. Briefly. Maybe in passing,” Tanaka coughed.
“It wasn’t creepy. I promise,” Noya added. “We found it online!”
Kiyoko smiled. a real, genuine smile. “Thank you. This is really thoughtful.”
She didn’t say anything else as tanaka and nishinoya stood there in a daze, as she turned and left to go home.
The moment she disappeared around the corner, Tanaka collapsed to the floor.
“We did it,” he whispered. “She smiled. She smiled.”
Noya was already crying into his hands. “She thanked us. She didn’t even look mildly disturbed. She liked it!”
The third years found them fifteen minutes later, both crying on the gym floor under the net…
Daichi sighed. “Should we even ask?”
Sugawara shook his head. “Let them have this.”