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“Oh? Yahaba-chan has a tumblr? Tell me, tell me! I’m following you right away!”
It had all started with that phrase. He had been distracted, and stressed out by Kyoutani’s usual surliness that he didn’t think twice what he had answered.
They had finished practice, and were talking about some viral video. Then Oikawa had said he had already seen it a million times before it became popular, because he had “a tumblr account, where all those old videos and weird memes come from”, and so on. Shigeru had snorted bitterly, and subconsciously agreed to him.
Now Yahaba was panicking. There was no way he would openly reveal his tumblr username to anyone, least Oikawa, of all people. That site was his private dumpster of sin, meaning the one place he could be himself without being judged. Well, most of the time. Speaking of time, it seemed to have stopped as he still wasn’t reacting.
THINK FAST, SHIGERU.
“What, are you embarrassed we see your dark side? He, he~”, winked the setter. At that, Matsukawa and Hanamaki turned their attention to the conversation. Oh, no, I don’t need those two noticing my obvious blush.
“Nah, I never use it anyways” Yahaba rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. He practically ran to his locker, retrieved his things without changing clothes, and waved goodbye to the team members.
“Oi! We were talking!” he heard Oikawa’s offended voice from behind.
“Tomorrow, Oikawa-san, my mom’s waiting me for dinner!” he shouted back, as he hurriedly walked out of the gym.
He was suffocating. Gladly, he escaped that one, but he was certain it hadn’t ended there. Oikawa was persistent as hell when he wanted something.
So, when he arrived home he invested his time in creating a new tumblr. One that DID NOT contain pages and pages of nsfw fanart and muscly Olympic volleyball players. This was probably a stupid idea, he knew. But Oikawa wasn’t stupid, even though he looked as one. There must be an evil master plan after his persistence, then.
The moment he had that thought his phone rang. It was the sound of the volleyball group chat, and as he reached for it and read the new message from Oikawa, he found his earlier suspicions confirmed.
Oikawa-san >Yahoo boys, missed me? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
Oikawa-san > Yahaba chaaaaaaaaan gimme your tumblr!! I wanna send you a volley thing ;)
Yahaba congratulated himself. He had created, exceptionally fast, a very “Yahaba-like” tumblr: He reblogged lots of aesthetic posts, abstract art, a few male fashion things (because he couldn’t help himself), and great volleyball plays. Oh, and every single thing was properly tagged.
He recalled his other account, the sinful one, and how he would NEVER tag anything unless for incoherent keyboard smashes. He thought for a millisecond this felt a bit like splitting personalities, but shook it reminding himself he would only use this account to make Oikawa stop asking. Yeah, he didn’t want his darkest secrets to come out, this was protecting himself, he assured.
>Fiiine, here you go Oikawa-san
>shige-sthetic.tumblr.com
> YES, no need to tell me it’s a lame name, but couldn’t think of anything else, happy now?
Hanamaki-san > LOOOOL
Oikawa-san > So thats why you wouldnt tell me? cant blame you! ahhaha
Yahaba smirked, congratulating himself once again for thinking of that too.