3. Up Shit Creek Without A Paddle

"I got room Z."

"I got room V."

Y/n and Gagamaru looked at each other with wide eyes before they both cried crocodile tears.

"This is so not cool!" Y/n shouted, gripping his bodysuit. "You're the only one I work well with!"

"Yeah, and we'll probably have to play against each other," Gagamaru griped, his bodysuit underneath one of his arms. "But I'm kind of glad you got that, because V is probably better than Z."

"You should be on V too!"

"No, I'm way below your level. If they had any letter before V, you'd probably be on it. I'm just glad I got in."

"Shouldn't you two be in your rooms already?" A voice boomed. "Unbelievable."

Y/n turned to the male, his expression vexed and his eyes half-lidded. "The same could be said for you, big guy. You should skedaddle and take your leave asap."

The taller male scoffed, turning and leaving for his room.

"That was relatively awkward," Gagamaru whispered to Y/n.

Y/n nodded in response and the plastic that wrapped the bodysuit crinkled underneath his fingers as he lowered his arms.

"See you around?" Gagamaru asked, outstretching his free arm for a half-assed hug.

"Why do you think we wouldn't see each other around? They're bound to have a cafeteria for everyone to attend," Y/n chided, laughing slightly as he spoke and walked into the embrace of his cousin.

"You're right," Gagamaru said, pulling away after a solid ten seconds. "See you."

"See you."

Boy, was Y/n lost after he stepped out of those doors. He scanned everywhere he possibly could to find a room labeled 'V'.

The halls were long and the floor was cold and cemented, but relatively clean. Y/n shivered a bit. His head turned from side to side, his eyes darted around to read the room names on the left side of the doors. He read Y, he read X, but V was nowhere to be seen in this labyrinth.

His shoes pounded the floor as he picked up his speed, landing on the balls of his feet for more agility so he could find it faster.

"Team V... Team V..." he repeated like a mantra, getting irritated by all the halls he'd passed through until he arrived. "Took me long enough..."

He stepped through the doorway as the sliding doors opened, and was greeted awfully rudely by shouting and whining.

Someone was whining over losing his phone, another was trying to fix his vocabulary because he was extremely stupid, someone else was shushing the boy that got his phone taken, two people were arguing until someone else joined in, making it ultimately louder, and the rest were throwing their clothes at each other.

Y/n wanted to leave. Immediately.

But he didn't. He walked in surprisingly calm and collected. He got changed, folded his older clothes, threw out the garbage, and went back to his locker.

The door was open.

He slammed it shut.

Everyone went silent.

Y/n shifted on his feet and pivoted slowly on his left heel, sauntering to the end of the lockers at a steady pace.

He got a glare from a purple-haired boy.

He glared back. "Do you have an issue?"

"Yes, actually." The boy stood up, only to have his calf grabbed by another person.

The other boy's hair was white, and his eyes were tired. "Arguing is too much of a hassle, Reo..."

Y/n's face became smug and unapologetically taunting. His eyes were wide with excitement as his glare taunted this Reo guy even more.

It was pissing Mr. Rich Boy off.

"You mad, lil baby?" Y/n grinned ear-to-ear.

"Watch your mouth, short stuff," Reo retorted, Nagi still clinging to his calf. "I'll squash you like a bug."

"Reo..." The white-haired boy was trying his best to get his friend's attention. "Hey, Reo..."

"No, Nagi," Reo replied, looking down at his friend. "I'm gonna put this little bug in his place."

"What a hassle," Nagi complained.

"Are you two gonna fight?" Someone asked, pausing the clothing fight he was having.

"I don't know," Y/n shrugged.

Reo's glare got even worse. "Oh, we're gonna fight alri—"

"Hello, my diamonds in the rough," Ego's voice boomed as he showed up on the television. "As of now, there's twelve people in the room, and you need eleven for a team, so I've decided we're going to engage in a little game of tag. Whoever's 'it' by the time the timer runs out will have to lock off. Have fun."

Y/n gawked at the television which was now blank. After a bit, he turned toward everyone else, his thumb pointing toward the television as it lit up again. He didn't know anyone in the room, and he certainly wasn't paying attention to his name on the screen. "So who's it?"

Everyone in the room pointed to Y/n.

Y/n pointed to himself. "Me?"

Everyone then pointed to the television screen.

Y/n looked at the screen. "Oh shit, well would you look at that, it is me!" He put his hands on his hips and smiled. "The timer must start when I touch the ball in the middle of the room..."

He looked around and his eyes landed on a specific purple haired boy. "Reo, right? You look kinda familiar, can't place a finger on where, though."

The boy nodded.

"Think fast!" Y/n's right foot collided with the ball.

It hit just below the middle, so it'd have enough time to roll off the top of his foot, giving it a beautiful curve as it whipped past gaping mouths and wide eyes, headed straight for Reo's stomach.

It collided with its target, earning a pained groan as Reo clutched his belly.

"Got a stomachache, pretty boy?" Y/n snickered.

Reo glared at Y/n with a pained expression. "How about...you go fuck...yourself..."

"My dick isn't that long," the boy replied, (e/c) eyes locking with purple ones.

Reo's face went pink. "I didn't mean literally!!"

Y/n looked at the screen. "You have half a minute left, stop chattering and recover, certified yapper."

"Why you little—!" Reo's foot collided with the ball, but not nearly as hard as Y/n's did.

The curve was wobbly and almost seemed like it was floating. It was fast, but not so fast to a point where Y/n couldn't see it.

Y/n's foot slapped onto the ground. He shifted his left shoulder back as he made a swift pivot away from the arc of the ball. He smiled smugly. It was as if he was dancing, tangoing with his inner monster and playing into its hands. He finished off with a bow as the ball came into contact with another player's face.

Zantetsu Tsurugi.

"Ow," Zantetsu said, rubbing his nose. "At least I'll win."

"No, you idiot!" Reo shouted. "Man, you really are stupid!"

"Don't call me stupid! Isn't it the person who has the ball by the time the timer runs out the winner!?" Zantetsu shouted back, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "I'm gonna win!"

"No, you moron! It's the person who has the ball by the end of the timer that's out! They don't win!" Reo burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "This guy's such an idiot!"

Nagi's lips thinned at how embarrassing Zantetsu's stupidity was, and Y/n was just incredibly perplexed by such a lack of brains.

"Pea brain's incapable of understanding rules," Y/n whispered, sticking his tongue out after he spoke. He hunched over and stared at Zantetsu with a disapproving look.

"Don't call me an idiot!" Zantetsu griped, his voice cracking slightly. His anger must've gotten the best of him because he dashed forward at some crazy speed.

Y/n just walked out of the way, completely unbothered by Zantetsu's presence. He looked behind him, putting a hand over his eyes and watching as the idiot kicked a ball that smacked some brown-haired kid in the face.

Ego came over the screen. "Koriko Gekka, lock off." (Koriko is an OC. There will be a few more of those in here.)

A boy—around five-foot-five—threw his hands up in the air and groaned, "You've got to be shitting me! I just got here!"

Y/n, still bowing, lifted his head to look at Reo. "You missed."

"It was a good kick!" Reo retorted.

"Don't blow smoke up my ass and tell me it's rainbows, lil baby."