Love is not Extinct

Chapter 08: Conflicted

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I'm sorry I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a little bit. A lot has been going on and I won't really get into details because let's be real you didn't come here to listen to me complain about the craziness of my life, you came her to read about these wonderful Volleyball idiots! Though I will say one thing. I got a puppy! She is cute and you should all be jealous! Okay, that is all, moving on...haha! Enjoy chapter eight!

Tuskishima tapped his finger on the table in a little coffee shop as he waited, trying not to think about the thing that had been on his mind far too much recently. He had already told himself he wasn't going to worry about it. He didn't have time to worry about this. But despite all that, it still plagued his mind. That dark, ridiculously messy hair, that crooked mischievous grin....No. He told himself, shaking his head as he took a sip of his coffee. This is not something I am allowing to happen.

No, Tsukishima Kei liked his life just the way it was. He wasn't looking for things to change the routine and structure that he had built for himself, and something told him that Kuroo would do just that. He was already starting to do that. Tsukishima had spent way too much time thinking about this.

Like the fact that, for the last few days since Tsukishima and Kuroo had run into each other, literally, at the bar, Kuroo hadn't texted him. He had expected that when he told the man that he was allowed to text him that he would be blowing up his phone constantly, despite Tsukishima's warning not to do so. The curiosity was getting the better of him, and just as he was about to open his phone to look at the last text he had sent to the journalist, someone sat down across from him, drawing his attention away from the phone.

"Sorry Tsukki!" Yamaguchi said, sounding out of breath. "I was headed out when the vice principal stopped me to ask me how I felt about having an assistant coach for the team." Yamaguchi pulled his bag off, setting it down by his feet before he began to unwrap his scarf. Tsukishima put his phone away and gave his friend his full attention.

"It's fine. I ordered for you already," he said casually, not noticing the way that his friend's smile seemed to brighten at the thoughtfulness. "You're getting an assistant coach then?"

"It seems so!" Yamaguchi was excited about the prospect. His team was getting bigger each year and he was really looking forward to having the extra help. "Apparently one of the new teachers that is starting this week has some experience in volleyball, no coaching experience, but he played all through school. He approached the administration about helping out with the team."

Tsukishima hummed in response as the waitress came back with their coffees before leaving once more. "That will be good then, as long as he is competent and won't just throw off your practice because he is in over his head trying to be a coach."

Yamaguchi's shoulders slumped slightly as he pouted a little at the thought. "I'm trying not to think too much about how things could go wrong. You don't really think he is going to try and take over things, do you Tsukki?"

Tsukishima raised his brow as he watched his friend staring down at his coffee with a puzzled and worried look on his face. "That's not what I said, but apparently that's what you are worried about." He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair. To an onlooker Yamaguchi wouldn't seem like he was all that worried, he looked down at his coffee but still had a smile on his face, but Tsukishima knew better. The corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly as he fought to keep up that positive smile, and his hands around his cup were tense. He could tell by the slight movement in his shoulders that the man was bouncing his leg under the table. "Tadashi, stop worrying. It's your team, your job."