I'm greeted with a pile of shoes by the door, along with my teammates rushing to take the food out of my hands and into their stomachs. I suddenly felt small among everyone, overly aware that I was losing (y/n)'s undivided attention. I slipped my shoes off and followed her in, but she didn't seem to notice my presence anymore; she walked over to Asahi, her smile looking so genuine that I wondered if she'd been faking her kindness towards me the whole time.

"Hey," she said as she plopped down next to him, their shoulders flush. I sat on the floor next to to Daichi, trying to distract myself from (y/n) but I find myself tuning out Daichi and only hearing (y/n)'s voice.

"Yeah, we can share if you want," she smiles up at him as if they're the only people in the room, and the fierce blush on Asahi's cheeks makes my chest tighten.

"Suga," Daichi calls for my attention, a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Hm?" I smile, as if I wasn't just clearly eavesdropping. "Of course I am."

He looks at me doubtfully but thankfully drops it. He makes a grabbing motion at my drink sitting on the floor next to me and I hand it to him, letting him take a sip. He smiles at me and hands me a piece of pizza and I decide to be happy that I'm spending a Saturday with my teammates despite my crush seeming more interested in my much taller friend than me.

As the night goes on it finally dawns on me that (y/n) seems to be able to connect with everyone around her. She talks to Tanaka and Noya in a way that calms them down, and somehow they're not the rowdy boys that can't be controlled while they're gazes are locked on her. Kageyama actually laughs with her, his smile not the least bit creepy or forced. Hinata cuddles up to her like a baby and she plays with his hair like it's the most natural thing in the world. I even see Daichi and her in the kitchen, leaned in close to each other as if their words weren't meant to be heard by anyone else in the world. It all kills me to watch these scenes play out, and by ten o'clock I'm ready to walk all the way across town home.

Hinata is asleep in (y/n)'s lap and Noya insists on taking pictures (I can't deny how adorable they look and if I wasn't feeling so miserable I would've done the same thing), while Asahi is dozing off next to her on the couch.

"Hey," she whispers, getting everyone who was still awake to listen. "Why don't you all call your parents and ask to sleepover? They can totally talk to me if they want, I'm just too tired to drive you all home and I feel bad making you walk."

Everyone agreed and once we all got our parents' approval things seemed to finally calm down. (Y/n) wriggled out from under Hinata, placing a pillow ever so carefully under his head and throwing a blanket over him as well as Asahi who had fallen asleep as well. She grabbed countless pillows and blankets and threw them out to us, but an uncomfortable weight in my chest told me to wait until everyone was taken care of. She seemed to run out of things for us to sleep on, looking at me with a worried expression.

"C'mere," she whispered, motioning me towards her. I stood up from the floor and tip-toed over where everyone was lying down to her, my heart beginning to race again.

"Do you think you'll all be comfy enough? I don't have anymore blankets or anything besides the sheets on my bed," she gave a tiny version of her laugh, making me smile for the first time in seemingly ages.

"Don't worry about us," I said. "They're all already half asleep anyways. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"You're not though," she pointed out, making me blush. I stammered, not sure how to tell her I was secretly hoping she'd give me attention after everyone went to bed. She giggled at me, walking over to her kitchen to look through her refrigerator.

"Do you want anything? I only have...water." She laughed again, tossing me a bottle. "Do you wanna hang out a little longer? We can go in my room so we don't have to whisper so much,"

I don't know if she realizes exactly what she said, but even though my tongue couldn't form the words "Yes please," I immediately followed her into her bedroom, watching her shut the door, my hands sweating and shaking, my mind racing a mile a minute as she plopped onto her bed. She sat up and patted the space next to her, her features seeming more relaxed than I'd seen them before.

I tried to take note of every little thing in her room; the many plants scattered on her bureau, desk, windowsill, and even a large one on the floor; the pictures of her with strangers framed hung on the wall, and how her picture smile is as genuine as the way it looks in person; a million little things I try to write down in my head- bottles of nail polish, well read books with broken spines, random pieces of jewelry, at least ten different kinds of chapstick. These things make me want to know her a million times more than I did before I entered her room, and I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to know all the stories behind everything I'm seeing.

"It's nice to be alone after being around people for a long time, huh?" She says, her lips forming a perfect curve while she speaks. "Sometimes it's exhausting to be around people. I get lonely a lot but I'm not used to so many people wanting to be around me."

"Are you kidding me?" I snorted. "I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want to hang out with you if they had the chance," I regret my boldness immediately but I try to stay cool as I look for her reaction.

"You all think I'm like, this big, important person, right? But I see you all, and I think that what you all have is something so precious and beautiful. You all have this closeness that I can tell you'll never lose and it's something I've never known. Not even with one person, you know? Seeing you all together makes me jealous," she lets out a sigh, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. I just feel really comfortable around you for some reason. Like I don't need to fake anything around you."

I want to show her something, anything, that makes her want me as badly as I want her in that moment. All I can manage is to turn on my side on the bed towards her and gently pull her hands away from her face to reveal a blushing mess.

"You don't have to fake anything around me," I say, my voice audibly shaking. "I like you best when you're showing me a side of you that nobody else gets to see."

"Oh my god," she squeals, turning away from me and burying her face into her bed.

"I didn't mean to sound weird!" I say, sitting up and taking my turn to cover my face with my hands, embarrassment washing over me like a tidal wave.

"That's not it," she lifts her head from the sheets to speak. "You're too good at saying the right thing. It's not fair."

I laugh and peek out from my hands to see her looking up at me, which makes us both start giggling uncontrollably. I fall back into her bed, where she crawls up next to me, her face so close to mine I could have kissed her if I had the nerve; I didn't though. She smiled at me, her eyes crinkling- something I'd missed all the times she smiled before.

"You're really pretty," she whispered, her eyes tracing my features and making me feel self conscious.

"Don't get all embarrassed," she said. "You really are. You look like a prince." I'm dying to cover my bright red face and tell her not to say things like that but my eyes are completely locked on hers, unable to tear myself away from her.

"You too," I mumble, earning a loud laugh from her. Once I realized I said the prettiest girl to ever exist looked like a prince, I found myself laughing too, the nervousness slowly leaving me.

"(Y/n)- senpai," I started, drunk on the awkward giggles of the girl laying next to me in bed and the pounding of my heart. She groaned, giving me a glare that clearly wasn't that angry.

"I really like being with you," I'm so scared that I'm having trouble catching my breath as I continue to speak. "I really like spending time with you like this and I want to be with you more."

I'm stuck on her gaze again, her eyes boring into me as I waited for her to either kick me out or laugh at me. Neither happened though, and instead she wiggles closer to me, resting her head on my chest. My arm oh-so naturally curls around her and oh my god, this is not happening. I find my hands moving on their own, carefully pulling out her hair elastic and running my fingers through her soft hair, trying to remember how good it feels to be laying with her like this in case it never happens again.

"That sounds like something we can make happen," she mumbles, nuzzling closer to me. "Goodnight, Koushi."

Her eyes are already closed and I ignore the fact that we're on a completely bare mattress save the fitted sheet, and I ignore that my best friends are sound asleep in the next room, and I ignore everything else in the universe except for (y/n).