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A magical world where witchcraft, fantastic creatures and wonderful adventures take place — that is Haikyuu.

And here the story of the fabled Hero begins, a man by the name of Shouyou Hinata, raised nowhere worth mentioning, yet bestowed since he was born with strange powers and an arduous duty to fulfill. From ancient times this tale has been passed down through generations, of the Hero who will be born every hundred years on the twenty-first day of the sixth month. The warmest season where the sun itself granted him greater strength, so the child's hair would be tangerine and his honeyed eyes would spark like a bonfire, a signal to celebrate his awaited arrival. Innocent and friendly towards everyone, adored by the townspeople he led a life of kindness along his mother and younger sister — but oh, these peaceful days didn't last long, for his true destiny would be revealed at the tender age of sixteen.

"I'm sorry Shouyou," his mother sobs, "I wanted you to grow happy...I couldn't tell you sooner, my heart wouldn't allow it."

With grief in her heart the woman continued the tale, which soon turned somber; after all the apparition of a newborn Hero also meant that the reincarnation of his archenemy, the Demon King, must have occurred two years earlier, as foretellers warned about. Such is the balance of this world, where light and darkness should fight in an endless cycle for eternity and beyond.

"Onii-chan, you don't have to go if you don't want to!!" his sister Natsu cries out.

"Don't worry, I won't go anywhere yet!" Hinata smiles trying to ease their concern, "I have to get stronger if I want to beat that bad guy, so until then... Please take care of me a while longer!"

Having accepted his sworn duty the Hero started to train for that fateful day. He picked up a sword and swung it around day after day, be it rainy, hot or snowy, he wouldn't give up, not even when his hands blistered and his fingers bled from hours of nonstop effort. It's a price he told himself he'd gladly pay watching his mother and sister sleep soundly. A tranquility he would protect at any costs.

Seven years later the moment to part has come. With a newly forged sword, protective leather gloves and a simple chest plate as a parting gift from his hometown the Hero Hinata, now twenty-three, is ready to venture into the unknown. However the first step before a chick leaves its nest is the hardest one.

"Here onii-chan, I've made something for you," Natsu says handing over a red kinchaku —a tiny drawstring pouch— with a cute flower pattern. "It's a protective charm, I filled it with magical stones and dried petals from our garden, so it'll smell like home wherever you are."

Hinata places it inside his chest plate where he'd never lose it. "Th-thank you Natsu, and mom, for everything. I'll come back in less than you know it!" he sniffles loading his traveling bag on his shoulder, waving goodbye to the people who have gathered to bid him farewell and wish him good fortune.

"Here I am, alone on the road." Looking at his map he follows the red line marking the path to the next town, leading to an early obstacle on his journey. "...Woow, that's a massive forest, so this is where the hunter's village is hidden!" he shivers at its seemingly dark depths, "I've never left Miyagi before, mum said I should be careful." His mother's advice rings in his ears as if he'd heard it yesterday.

"The hunter's forest is full of bloodthirsty beasts, only the most experienced warriors can enter, so please Shouyou, be on guard should you ever set foot in there."

Unfortunately the main road goes across, still, at a quick pace he might be able to get through before dawn, when the beasts hunt for prey. Without much of a choice he walks in between trees so tall they must have been there for hundreds of years, casting shade onto the grassy soil full of flowers. It would be an enchanting sight if it weren't for the unsettling silence surrounding him, broken by the occasional bird chirps or a rustling bush nearby, the later making him flinch violently.

"GWAH!" he gets a hold of his sword taking a look behind the bush, finding a harmless bunny instead of the monster he'd expected. "A-haha, I'm- p-paranoid huh? There can't be any beasts around when there's daylight..." but as he tries to pet it a large shadow emerges from behind his back. When he turns his head a bear is standing there with his mouth drooling and his teeth bare. Its gigantic paw is already lifted, there's no time to run, no time to pick up his sword again.

"Is this how it ends?" On instinct he protects the bunny within his arms, eyes shut in fear.

"Duck down, you runt!" a voice calls and Hinata immediately falls to the ground, watching how an arrow pierces right past the bear's heart with incredible precision. Saved by a whisker, no less.

"Wha-what the-?!"

"Are you hurt?" the blue-eyed man asks. A hunter, as his dark green attire, cape and beautifully crafted bow suggest. Typical equipment of the hunter's village men.

"You saved my life, thank you!" Hinata's eyes sparkle, "And that was a super accurate shot, you're awesome, I've never seen a hunter in action before!" he jumps absolutely thrilled squeezing the poor bunny without realizing.

"What's wrong with you, b-boke?" his cheeks redden pretending to ignore his admiring gaze. "Besides, why is a shorty like you hanging around here? It's a dangerous territory only suit for the strongest. Leave now unless you want to die, understood?"

"Hey, I'm strong too you know! And, um, my height is normal, you're just too tall."

The hunter smirks, "Excuse me, I wasn't aware swordsmen were armed with bunnies."

Hinata stares at the trembling animal, "Oh, right, you saved this lil' guy as well."

"That makes two," he chuckles.

"Grrr, how rude, I already thanked you so the least you can do is tell me your name."

"Kageyama, Tobio Kageyama."

"Nice to meet you Kageyama-kun, I'm Shouyou Hinata from Miyagi!"

"His name rings a bell," Kageyama muses. "By the way, are you going to eat that?" he points his finger at the bunny.

"You just saved it and you wanna eat it?!"

"It wasn't on purpose, I was actually hunting for tonight's meal."

"Eat that bear then," Hinata sulks.

"Hmph, picky eaters don't survive long," he glances down for a few seconds pondering what to say next; he hasn't met other adventurers in several weeks and the forest can be a lonely place. Perhaps some company tonight would be nice. "Do you want to join me? I can cook meat stew, it's good."

"Really? I'd appreciate it."

Guided by the hunter they reach a wooden cabin built by a riverside, a picturesque and apparently calm location with a campfire set outside which serves as a kitchen of sorts. However this place rouses Hinata's curiosity.

"Kageyama-kun, I hope you don't mind me asking... How come you live so far from the hunter's village, aren't you from there?"

"I left," he mutters making a gloom expression.

"O-oh, sorry for prying."

"It's okay, almost everyone has abandoned it. Since the Demon King appeared the beasts have become too ferocious, only the elderly refuse to leave and the most experienced hunters remain there to protect them."

"I see, that's sad to hear." Hinata's intuition says that isn't the real reason for his pained look, but he doesn't want to sound rude by digging further. Not yet, at least. "Smells nice," the redhead grins trying to cheer him up as he stirs a pot with chunks of bear meat and potatoes. Once the dish is done the flames used to cook keep them warm while they chat under the clear sky lit by an infinite number of stars above. Kageyama throws a piece of wood to feed the dimming fire.

"Why did you leave your town, Hinata? You don't seem that type."

"Ah, didn't I tell you? I'm the Hero bound to defeat the evil Demon King!"

Kageyama stares at him in shock, "Are you kidding me? You, fight him? That's insane."

"I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve, don't judge me by the first impression you got."

"No, you don't understand, you can't beat a guy like him, he's-" a distant memory flashes before Kageyama as if he could see the scene happening once more — the horned demon child, smiling and mocking him as he used to do.

"Aww, does nobody want to play with you, Tobio-chan?"

"Kageyama-kun, you're shivering."

"This has to be destiny," he thinks watching the fire flicker within Hinata's hazel irises.

"Let's go in your cabin? I'm getting sleepy."

"...Sure, let me get you a spare futon."

That night Hinata slept like a log, although Kageyama didn't catch a wink. Maybe the words his late grandfather told him have become true, and just maybe —hopefully— he'll have the chance to redeem himself.

"If you get really good, someone who's even better will come and find you."

- - -

"Wake up you runt, we gotta head out!"

Hinata rolls in the plush futon squinting drowsily at the man standing by his side, hands on his hips and already fully dressed, tapping his boots impatiently on the floor.

"Kage...yama...?"

"Get up fast, crossing the forest isn't an easy task and you don't want to sleep outside."

"Uhnn..." he rubs his eyes presented with a hot tea and a piece of bread with butter on the nearby table. A humble yet very welcome sign of hospitality.

"I packed my stuff early morning. We can reach the next town tonight if we hurry."

"Huh?" Hinata blinks at his words, "W-we?"

"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" Kageyama scowls equally awkward and annoyed, "You almost got eaten by a bear on your first day of traveling, I'm sure you could use the help of someone who's good with a bow."

"Y-yes, of course I would! Thank you Kageyama-kun, I'm in your debt!"

"Just Kageyama is fine," he grins.

[ Kageyama has joined the party! ]

[ Character Status — Tobio Kageyama

-Occupation: Archer

-Level: 66

-Strength: 886

-Mana: 174

-Attack: Killer Serve

-Defense: Socially inept

-Speed: Toss rotation is fast

-Intelligence: Didn't get into Shiratorizawa ]

And so the Hero and the archer became friends and allies in arms. What kind of new challenges would be awaiting for them?

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Enchanted live trees, bloodthirsty animals of all species, elusive fairies prancing on flowers beds... Hinata had never expected such a life-threatening and also bewitching place like the hunter's forest to be that close to his hometown. To anyone who didn't know him he'd come off as a country bumpkin, unaware of the woes of the world outside of Miyagi. Unbeknownst to him the townsfolk kept him hidden, guarded from the Demon King's watchful eyes until he was ready to undertake his task as a Hero. Now that he's grown into an adult he's earned the freedom to travel, and his life has become an adventure wherever new place he goes.

"Woaah, did you see that Kageyama?!" he shouts excitedly pointing at a herd of deer hopping by.

"Boke, how many times are you going to repeat yourself? Have you never been to a forest before?"

"It's my first time!"

His expression is bright like a child's, confusing —and dazzling— his partner.

"What are you, a hermit?...no, you don't look so smart."

"I'm a swordsman in case you haven't realized already. I've got the sword and all, see?" Hinata grins brandishing his weapon rather proudly.

"I wouldn't have guessed since I killed most of the monsters we've encountered," Kageyama snickers.

"Tha- that's because you have a bow and really good aim, I can't even get close before you get 'em first."

"I can't tell if you're angry or praising me somehow."

"You're bad at socializing, aren't you?"

The Archer grasps at his hair, "Shut up!"

"Ow! ...Hey, is that the exit?" Hinata runs ahead towards a clear area where the tree branches reach no more. The sunlight has never felt better as they leave the somber woods and their path opens up to a crossroad with a post sign, where two men are apparently resting dressed in the same hunting clothes as Kageyama.

"Crap," Kageyama clicks his tongue recognizing who they are. However the redhead greets them so quickly he has no chance to avoid the encounter.

"Hello misters, are you hunters too?"

One of them ignores him disinterested in engaging conversation, while the other, with a turnip-shaped hairstyle stares at him with a bewildered look.

"Uh, yes, we are. Did you just leave the forest?"

"Yeah, it was hell in there, I almost died as soon as I stepped in!"

The other man whose face yells 'boredom' sticks out his tongue childishly. "That's what happens when outsiders get in our territory, how did you make it out alive if you aren't familiar with the beasts inside?"

"Oh, I had some help. I'm Shouyou Hinata by the way," he smiles offering his hand to both of them.

"Yuutarou Kindaichi, and this slacker over here is my best friend Akira Kunimi."

"I'm not a slacker, I just measure my efforts."

"Nice to meet you! Look Kageyama, they're from the hunter's village, do you know them?" Hinata turns to see the archer's furrowed brows, his scowl a scary sight on par with the bear that almost ate him earlier.

Kindaichi flinches once he notices his presence, "Ka-Kageyama?! You- you vanished from the village, what the heck are you doing traveling with this guy?"

"It's obvious the shorty doesn't know who he is, otherwise he wouldn't be..." Kunimi whispers.

"Kageyama helped me cross the forest, he's an amazing archer and I recruited him on my quest to defeat the Demon King," the redhead explains.

"Well then, you couldn't have chosen a worst partner for the task. After all he's already lost to him once."

Hinata glances to his side, "What do you mean he-?"

"Keep quiet Kunimi, this isn't our business anymore," turnip-head grumbles.

"Yeah, it isn't," Kageyama interjects, "...Still, I'm glad you guys are doing well. Are my parents fine too?"

"Visit them sometime if you want to know," Kindaichi sighs grabbing his bow and his arrow quiver, "It's been a long time since that happened, get over it."

"I can't."

Kageyama's gaze sinks to the ground and an awkward silence takes place until Kunimi speaks. "Whatever, who cares about that stuff anymore?" he sticks out his tongue as he pushes his friend back on the road to the forest, "Don't die without putting up a good fight Hero-kun and fallen king. See ya!"

The redhead waves them off coming to a realization, "Huh, how did he know I'm the Hero?"

"Only the Hero would be foolish enough to challenge the Demon King."

"And you, apparently."

"..."

"I- I was joking, stop glaring at me! Also, why did he call you a fallen king?"

"That doesn't concern you. In any case, shouldn't you decide where we're going next?" he points at the crossroad split in two opposite directions. The post in the middle reads 'Tokyo City' to the left, while the right is too worn off to tell. Hinata's map doesn't say which way to go so he's completely lost from now onwards.

"Hmm, okay, heads or tails it is."

"Are you seriously going to decide by flipping a coin?"

Hinata is about to toss it into the air when a noise gains his attention.

"Chirp!"

A tiny, black as coal chick —with an orange hair tuft— flies onto the post, landing on the right side.

"How cute, I wonder if he's strayed from its nest."

"That thing isn't cute, I feel as though it were boring holes deep within my soul," Kageyama squints returning its menacing gaze.

"Chiiiiirp!!" the chick's eyes narrow daringly.

"It's dangerous, I'll shoot it."

"K-Kageyama, put down your bow, you'll scare it off."

"Chirp chiiirp?" the bird flies to Hinata's head, then points its eyes to the right side of the road.

"Maybe it needs help getting home?"

"Or it has mistaken your head for a nest with how messy it is," Kageyama chuckles.

"Humph, it's called a natural style. Well, it seems we've found our next destination, right little one?"

"Chirp!"

They follow the path walking across a deserted city which appears to have been abandoned hundreds of years ago. The barren streets show remnants of broken magic artifacts and majestic stone buildings who have fallen due to the age, the weather and lack of inhabitants, leaving nothing to see besides plain desolation where a great civilization used to stand.

"Now that I think about it this place doesn't show in my map. I wonder why, it's like it never existed..."

Past the city and into a path surrounded by foliage they find a tower amidst a field of flowers. Not too tall, neither too big, but impressive regardless as it stays in perfect condition unlike the former constructions they've seen before arriving here.

"Chiiiirp!!!"

The chick takes flight once again finding its original owner, a person wearing a long white hooded robe.

"There you are, I searched for you everywhere," a worried man's voice comes out.

"Hey, is that cute chick yours?" Hinata asks stepping behind him.

"AAaaaAAaaAaAAAHHH!!!"

The trees rustle with the sound of birds flapping away, the man's panicked scream echoing all around.

"Gwah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!"

"Ho-how did you find this place?"

"Your pet guided us here," Kageyama remains on guard assessing the suspicious person.

"Tamagotchi, how could you? You know the protective barrier can't be removed on a whim," the man reprimands his little companion.

Hinata tips his head, "Protective barrier, where?"

"...An illusory spell, you can't see this tower unless Tamagotchi or I dispel it to go through."

"Wow, that's super cool. So the chick's name is Tamagotchi, but who are you, may I ask?"

The man removes his hood revealing his long hair tied in a messy bun, mostly black except for the dyed blonde tips giving him a careless pudding-head look. His eyes are golden and cat-like, beautiful to match his face, yet mysterious and a bit curious underneath.

"Kenma," he mutters concisely.

"Ah, I should have said my name first, I'm-"

"Tamagotchi, Analyze him!" At his order the chick scans Hinata's body while Kenma produces a strange rectangular device from his robe.

[ Character Status — Shouyou Hinata

-Occupation: Hero

-Level: 51

-Strength: 985

-Mana: 159

-Attack: Small Beast

-Defense: Weak to tension

-Speed: The Strongest Decoy

-Intelligence: A good match for Kageyama ]

Kenma's eyes go completely wide reading the device screen, "H-Hero?"

Hinata puffs his chest, "Yep, that's me!"

"No...he was right, you've found me..."

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Look, it's the Demon King!!" Kenma shouts signaling among some bushes.

"Shit, stay back Hinata!" Kageyama tenses up holding his bow aiming where the man indicated.

The redhead peeks from behind his shoulder, "Uh, there's nothing there. Kenma, where did you...?"

By the time Hinata looks around the cloaked man is gone, but his voice resounds from a higher location inside the tower. Kenma's head pops from a window.

"Get out of here, I'm not going anywhere!"

"W-wait, I don't know what you're talking about but it's almost night time. Can we camp here tonight?"

"Do what you want, just leave me alone," he grunts before closing the window.

Kageyama sulks putting down his weapon, "What the hell is wrong with him."

"He's not very friendly, just like you."

"Told you we should have shot that bird, at least we'd have something to eat besides leftover bear."

"Do you ever stop thinking about food?"

"Tch, let's go pick some trunks around here."

The sun sets soon after. A small bonfire can hardly keep them warm, though they were cautious enough to bring blankets not to freeze while they sleep in the open. At least Kageyama seems comfortable since he's the first one to fall asleep drooling like a baby. Hinata can't, so he spends a while stargazing and feeling slightly homesick already; incidentally he also sees a faint light coming from the tower window.

"He must be awake too."

"Chirp?"

"Gwah! It's- it's you again, what do you want?"

The chick hops around his feet, as if telling him to stand up before it starts taking little steps to the tower door. Hinata follows silently not to be caught.

"Chi...chiiiirp!!" the small thing charges headfirst at the door, bonking its head and rolling back from the recoil of the hit.

"Hehe, that won't work, the door is heavier than-"

CREEEAK.

"That?"

Hinata follows the bird through a steep stone stair, candle lights guiding him towards a single large room at the peak. Kenma is busy with his nose in a book facing the window, so the redhead takes his time observing the whole place with interest. There are countless magic artifacts like those on the ruins, scrolls and books carefully placed in libraries, strange items he's never seen before —perhaps traveling souvenirs from faraway— and old tapestries that depict feline creatures; the fanciest one shows a black cat. Curiously there's no bed to be seen, in its place lies a bunch of oversized pillows, an original yet strange way to sleep.

"This is such a cool room."

Kenma jolts on his seat hearing his voice, "Shouyou?!"

"Sorry for the jump scare, I was invited in."

"Tamagotchi, explain yourself. Now."

"Chirp chirp..." the chick peeps for a minute seemingly excusing itself with a sorry gaze.

"You can understand him?" Hinata wonders.

"Of course, it's my familiar," Kenma nods. "He says you're nice, and he thought we could be friends."

"Sure, I'd like to be friends with you too Kenma."

"Geh- it wasn't me who said it! ...Damn it Tamagotchi, I told you a million times I wasn't lonely."

"So why do you live in this tower?"

"My friend told me I'd be safer here."

Hinata takes a seat near him, "Safe from what?"

"From you."

"Me? I got here by chance though."

Kenma lets out a sigh, "He said if the Hero or the Demon King came I should avoid them at any cost, so I never leave this hideout unless he tells me to."

"Then all these things in your room..."

"They're gifts he brings from his travels, that way I can learn everything about the outside world."

"You can't learn if you don't see it by yourself," Hinata frowns taking his hand, "You should come with me. We could see it together, don't you think?"

Kenma giggles, "He warned me you'd ask, so I have prepared a suitable challenge just for the occasion," he says handing Hinata one of his rectangular devices. "If you beat me at this game I'll join your party, but it won't be easy."

The pocket-sized item lits up infused by magic. Its screen displays two animated characters ready to battle and the Player VS Player sign above. Hinata does his best to control his fighter, but it takes a while to get used to the combinations of kicks and punches while Kenma shows his expertise beating him without effort. Battle rounds, minutes and hours pass by as they share laughs during their competition. As much as Hinata wants to keep trying he's getting drowsier by the minute and his eyelids finally give in to the heaviness late into the night, followed shortly after by Kenma as the uncontested winner.

- - -

"Wake up, you runt!"

Hinata awakes on the cozy pillow bed finding Kageyama in the room. "Muuh... How did you enter?" he asks uncertain if he's still dreaming. He couldn't have climbed all the way up, could he?

"Through the door, how else."

"He kicked it down this morning," Kenma clarifies.

"Augh, I didn't win in the end..."

"Yeah, you didn't," he utters making a sad face.

Kageyama takes a look from the window, "The city over there, it was the white mages' home, right?"

"Yes, the legend goes that the Demon King destroyed it on a rampage centuries ago afraid of their powerful spells and magical knowledge."

"So that's the real reason you hide."

The redhead can't catch up yet, "Why?"

Kenma takes his wooden wand with the top shaped like a cat head, "I'm a white mage, isn't it obvious?"

"Ooohhh, the white robe, I get it now!"

"I had fun playing with you, Shouyou."

"Me too, maybe next time I visit I'll be able to beat you!"

The mage puts his hood back on hiding his face, "I- I don't want to wait that long for a rematch, so, um, I was wondering... Is your offer still up?"

"You mean you'll come with us?!"

"If it's not much trouble, my friend will be happy that I go pay him a visit for once. He lives in Tokyo."

"Yay, we've got another member for the party!"

"Chirp chirp!" the chick sits atop of Kenma's wand.

"Well, two members then."

Kageyama trades a glare with the bird, "Emergency food is always welcome."

[ Kenma has joined the party! ]

[ Character Status — Kenma Kozume

-Occupation: White Mage

-Guild: Nekoma

-Level: 58

-Strength: 788

-Mana: 238

-Attack: Everyone is strong

-Defense: Too cold or too hot, will run away

-Speed: Low tension

-Intelligence: Nekoma's heart and brain ]

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"I just had a brilliant idea!"

The Hero walks ahead of his travel partners as they follow the road to Tokyo to meet with an old acquaintance of the white mage. The first opportunity to visit one of the biggest cities for someone who hasn't seen the vast Haikyuu world beyond his humble hometown — and it's not that Hinata left with a set plan other than defeating the Demon King, somehow.

"I doubt it," Kageyama sneers.

"Grrr, don't laugh until you've heard it! I was thinking that making a guild with friends would be fun, and while we're traveling together we could also recruit strong members for our party. It'd be cool, right?"

"Friends? By that you mean Kozume-san and..." he points at himself hesitantly.

"Yeah, of course bakageyama, who else?" Kenma's familiar chirps noisily in response, "Oops, sorry Tamagotchi, you count as a non-human friend."

Kageyama lets a small grin show on his face before it gets coughed out of the way with the subtlety of an elephant, way too obvious. "If perchance I were interested in joining, what would be our guild name?"

"I haven't gotten that far yet," Hinata mutters to himself as Tamagotchi flaps around his head. Looking at the bird he suddenly comes up with a name. "What about Karasuno? Like a tiny chick that just got out of its eggshell, we'll grow into a flock of smart crows!"

Kenma chuckles, "It's a murder."

"Eh?"

"Many crows together form a murder."

"See, you're already smart Kenma, it suits you."

"Ah, I'd love to join but I belong to my friend's guild."

"Aww, shucks. Then it'll be you and me Kageyama, we'll be Karasuno's founding members. What do you say, huh, huh, huuuh?" he nudges at the archer's arm repeatedly with his elbow waiting for his answer.

"Stop that you annoying tangerine!! ...I suppose we'd better stick to each other if we want to defeat the Demon King. As long as I'm here you're invincible."

"Woah, that was super badass Kageyama!"

"Shut up boke," he glares containing a blush.

"Since you've made up your mind, may I suggest something before we continue?" Kenma says as he keeps pressing buttons on his magic device, or as he calls it, 'Pocket Spell Power' also known as PSP.

"Sure Kenma, you wanna be a honorific member?"

"Eeh, actually it's about our current route. I'd like to make a detour to a nearby village for some herbs and potion ingredients. It should be a quick trip and we can stock up on supplies for our trip to Tokyo, everything is more expensive in the city."

His financial savvy seems much higher than both Hinata's and Kageyama's combined —even though he's a hermit— so no objections arise against it. Less than a day of road travel leaves them at the entrance. Several vegetable patches along the road, the blooming magic woods cradling it and its simple rustic cabins suggest it's a farming village thriving on the produce from its fertile soil. The air exudes peacefulness unlike the dangerous hunter's village.

"Here we are," Kenma aims his wand to a sign.

[ Welcome to Hyogo, the beasts' abode ]

"I don't want to sound rude, but do you guys know anything about the inhabitants of this place?"

To be expected the Hero shakes his head, so does the archer.

"Then I assume you've never met a Kemonomimi."

Another double negative.

"I'm glad I asked... In short, they're spirits from the forest that can change their shape to resemble humans, but some of their animal features remain so you can still tell their race apart. Act natural in there."

As much as Hinata tries to stay calm his twinkling eyes betray him, dashing everywhere like a madman and catching the townsfolk's attention with his overexcited energy. After getting scolded for causing a ruckus he rests by the entrance for a while; Kenma has gone shopping for herbs and Kageyama went to spy on what kind of weapons they own, so he's free to explore as soon as he's regained his breathing. At least that was the plan until he sees a man walking towards the village with two heavily loaded sacks in each arm. One of them slips and falls spilling a bunch of rice crumbs.

"Do you need help sir?" he rushes to aid. When the man straightens up from picking his cargo Hinata can't help himself from staring — rare platinum hair yet black at the tips, met by irises so bright they're akin to gold coins. He almost misses the perky ears on his head and his snow-white tail, if he had to guess which creature he truly is he would say an arctic fox.

"It's fine, thank you," the man nods courteously.

"Please, I insist, those bags look heavy!"

"Hm... Be careful, it might be too heavy for a human."

"OOOF!!" Picking a single bag requires both of his arms, which puts him in a bit of an embarrassing situation. "Gwah, Kemonomimi are really strong!"

"A traveler, aren't you?"

"Yep, it's the first time I've been here."

The man giggles at Hinata's trembling biceps, "This way, my house isn't far in the village."

Said house is one of the many cabins on the central street, where the marketplace is set up with food stalls, magical herbs and trinkets. The redhead observes the variety of Kemonomimi species who walk by posing as humans. Some of them can be recognized by their fur; wolves, rabbits, foxes, felines — among the crowd hide dangerous beasts were he to encounter them in the wilderness. Perhaps he already did without knowing it, a sad thought he'd rather not dwell into.

"How can I repay your kindness, adventurer?"

"My name's Shouyou Hinata, nice to meet you..."

"Shinsuke Kita," he smiles wiping the sweat of his forehead with his grey yukata sleeve, the typical clothing from Hyogo which everyone seems to wear.

"Hehe, you don't have to thank-" as he speaks his stomach gurgles so loud Kita can hear it.

"I'd love to offer you a homemade meal but I must return to my rice fields. Why don't you visit my friend's food stall? It's just around the corner, say I've sent you and he'll treat you to something special."

"Will do, it was nice to meet you Kita-san!"

"One last thing... Be watchful of your pockets, there's a trickster on the marketplace."

According to Kita a trickster is the town jargon for a Kemonomimi who likes to play pranks on humans, or in this case, steal their belongings for amusement. Hinata keeps that in mind as he runs to the location Kita drew on his palm, happy to arrive to the marked business with his coin pouch intact. Not too heavy due to traveling expenses, however it should suffice for a meal going by the stall name — Onigiri Miya.

"Welcome, what would ya like?"

"Dark fox ears, so cute," he thinks glancing at the handsome face behind the counter. "H-hello, Kita-san sent me, he said I couldn't leave Hyogo without trying your famous onigiri."

"Now that's flatterin', he must be in a good mood today," the dark fox adjusts his cap, "Yer a friend of his?"

"I just helped him out carrying rice."

"Well I'm grateful for that, he's my supplier. I'll whip up somethin' real tasty for ya as thanks, hold on."

Hinata starts drooling when he's gifted a huge tuna-filled onigiri. "Woah, that smells great Miya-san."

"Osamu, or just 'Samu for friends." His black tail flicks rapidly as he leans towards Hinata over the counter. "Hey, are you wearin' perfume or anythin' like that?"

"Perfume? Isn't that for girls?"

"Damn, that's yer natural scent then. You should be careful smellin' like that, it could attract-"

"BOKE, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"Kageyama, Kenma, I could ask the same!"

The white mage's exhausted look isn't a good sign.

"We had problems at the market. While I was buying potion materials my wooden wand vanished."

"And my arrow quiver got nabbed from my back without me realizing. We've been looking for the culprit while you were here filling your stomach."

"Alright, it's time for the Hero to do his job!" Hinata stands up with his half-eaten onigiri in hand, "I'll catch that trickster and recover your things, you guys wait!"

Osamu exhales a profound sigh, "A trickster, huh."

For the rest of the day the party splits up in search of the culprit. Kageyama scouts the market, Kenma asks the townsfolk for information and Hinata patrols the outskirts of the village hoping the thief tries to scurry away. Hours of search that bear no result other than blistered foot and sweaty clothes under the harsh sunlight. The Hero won't give up so easily though, not until he's caught the bandit with his own hands. His efforts are rewarded when he finds a trace, a sliver of hope on the soil surface — fresh paw prints that leave the village following a secret trail amidst large trees.

It gets quieter the deeper he sets into the woods. Fortunately he's done this before, in the hunter's forest where beasts crawled from every corner. This light greenery is a tranquil walk in comparison to that frightening experience and his steps are firmer than before as he moves forward. There's a gap of light between the foliage that leads to a secluded waterfall where the prints disappear into thin air. Or water, perhaps.

"Ugh, so much for a Hero's duty."

Hinata sits on the ground gazing at the beautiful view and the rainbow-colored fish floundering aimlessly in the transparent water. It's difficult to resist the allure of its shimmering ripples so the redhead takes off his boots to soak his feet in feeling instantly revitalized. One thing leads to another; toes to ankles, ankles to knees, and soon his clothes are discarded to take a swim. Getting rid of all the sweat is the least he deserves even if he's failed his self-imposed task today.

"Why does it feel like I'm being watched?" He covers his chest for a reason he can't explain scanning the trees around the area, something unsettling might be lurking within. He splashes out of the pond with his body dripping onto the grass and when he goes to pick his clothes he finds a crucial piece is amiss. His chest plate, where he kept Natsu's protective charm.

There's a rustle behind tall bushes from where a fluffy, blonde tail and a pair of fox ears peek out.

"Who's there, show yourself!"

"Aha, you dare follow me all the way here."

A man in a white kariginu robe with wide garnet monpe trousers rolled to his knees stands up from his hiding spot. He's got golden hair —dyed from its original dark color— slack brown eyes, a sly grin and to Hinata's shock a handsome yet familiar face.

"No way...'Samu? You're the trickster?"

"Don't mistake me for that asshole. I'm his twin, 'Tsumu."

"So you're the thief who stole my friends' goods."

"Maybe? I can't remember every thing I steal nor every human I meet, ya'll look the same," he says flippantly.

"Give them back!"

"Yer not very intimidatin' with yer cock hangin' out," he snickers eyeing the whole package.

"Damn it."

[ Hero's gear is equipped. ]

"A-anyways, like I said, return what you stole."

"What will you do if I refuse, hm?"

"I'll, uh, take you to the village and decide there."

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about this piece of junk than takin' me somewhere?" Atsumu sniffs on Hinata's chest plate picking up a pleasant scent. "Ohh, what's this, a kinchaku pouch? It smells of flowers."

"That's my sister's protective charm, don't touch it!"

"Come and get it then."

Brave as ever the Hero charges in —unarmed not to cause serious harm— but his punches are swiftly evaded by the half-beast who returns his blows with doubled power and an array of lightning-fast kicks. His opponent isn't afraid to play dirty making him trip with a foot and lunging atop of him baring his fangs, but he doesn't hurt him either, licking a stripe on his cheek before backflipping away graceful as a circus acrobat.

"D-don't make fun of me!" Hinata pouts.

It turns out Kemonomimi aren't only strong, but also extremely agile in their natural habitat. Hinata can't keep up with his pace as he hops from one tree to another losing him out of sight after a short chase. Defeated for the second time in a row he retreats to the waterfall where he decides to wait for a counter-ambush just as he was stalked earlier. Another hour is gone, the sun will set soon but in his stubbornness he refuses to leave just yet. His eyes are getting heavier and heavier almost falling asleep in the open if it weren't for a loud, painful cry alerting him.

"It came from deeper in the forest, if I go that way I won't be able to return before night time."

Even as he says that his legs are already taking him to where the noise came from finding a small creature curled on the ground. There's blood splattered everywhere and claw marks that have slashed the trees nearby, whatever transpired has left the poor victim —or prey— severely wounded by the looks of it.

"Crap, if only Kenma were here. I'll have to use my last potion," he opens the flask offering its bitter liquid to the animal. It struggles against it with all the strength it has left sinking its sharp fangs into Hinata's hand. "Ow, ow, calm down, it's medicine!" he hushes the beast by patting its head softly until it falls asleep within his arms out of exhausion, himself following suit shortly tucked inside a hollow tree trunk.

- - -

"Hey, wake up."

"Mnn, five minutes more mom."

"MONSTERS!!"

"Gwah!!" Hinata jolts wide awake, kicking something hard as he leaves the tree trunk — it's his chest plate.

"I brought it here."

The voice belongs to the creature he saved last night, a young fox. His bloodied mane is now clean and his wounds have mended from the potion healing effects.

"How's yer hand?"

"Oh, this is noth- wait, you can talk!"

"I see you can't recognize me in this form."

"That voice...'Tsumu?"

The fox tips down his ears, "It wasn't my intention to hurt anyone, I only wanted to fool around but I guess I got what I deserved. I should've listened to Kita-san."

"What happened?"

"A pack of beasts tracked me. They wanted yer protective charm, it's got an irresistible scent."

"How odd, it only has dried flowers and magic stones inside."

"It sounded valuable to you so I didn't wanna hand it over," Atsumu buries his nose in his tail pulling the kinchaku out. While it's true that it smells nice it isn't what attracted him in the first place, and now it's his own fur completely permeated in that particular scent.

"Thanks, and sorry for fighting you yesterday."

"Yer a goody-two-shoes aren'tcha?"

"Hmph, way to thank me for keeping you safe in my arms!"

"If anythin' I kept you warm with my fur. Speaking of which..." the fox trots around Hinata sniffing him meticulously, "It wasn't the kinchaku but yer own scent that lured me earlier. It's sweet as ripe fruit."

"Ah, 'Samu said I should be careful about it."

"Tch, always gettin' ahead of me, that jerk."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. So what's yer name?"

"Shouyou Hinata, Hero in training!"

"Got it, Shouyou-kun," he wags his tail showing his content, "You said you'd take me to the village, yeah? I'll return yer friends' items since you saved my life."

- - -

Once they arrive to the village two people are already waiting for them. The Hero's companions whose faces go through a rush of emotions; from worried to furious to alleviated in a millisecond. Although the archer's furious phase lasts a bit longer given his bad temper, stomping his boots angrily on the the ground.

"You shitty midget, do you know how worried I- Kozume-san was when you disappeared?!"

Kenma sulks supporting his claim, "I can't believe how irresponsible you were Shouyou, if you were going to investigate the woods you should have told us beforehand. What if something bad had happened?"

"It's fine, it's fine, I wasn't alone, see!" Atsumu peeps between his legs trying to go through unnoticed.

"A fox?" Kageyama gets closer earning a growl.

"Hehe, you'd better keep away, animals don't like you."

"Ain't a common animal either," Atsumu huffs shape-shifting into his human form.

"You befriended a Kemonomimi?"

Hinata smiles with pride, "A trickster, no less."

At the village inn the redhead explains the events from yesterday, meanwhile Atsumu brings their stolen belongings true to his word — which he usually isn't, but he'll make an exception for his savior. He must be intoxicated from his innate sweet aroma to act so obediently. That he finds him somewhat attractive for a human is absolutely unrelated, or so he'd like to think.

"So you've met my bro, is he doin' well?"

"Um, why does he need to ask me?"

"He got mad at me 'cause of my pranks, said I'm ruinin' his business with human visitors."

"His onigiri is delicious! Why don't we go see him?"

"We haven't talked for a week."

"Siblings oughta get along, come on, I'll go too."

"Meh...since you insist," he fakes indifference, yet his ears perk up happily. Readable as an open book.

Just a few steps away from Onigiri Miya and the blonde makes a full stop. He tucks his tail in his legs shivering in fear from the menacing presence ahead.

"Fuck, forget it Shouyou-kun, I gotta-"

"Kita-san, 'Samu, helloooooo!!" Hinata waves an arm.

"Look who finally got caught," Osamu waves back from his food stall. His rice supplier shifts around exuding an ice-cold aura at the sight of Atsumu.

"H-hey Kita-san," the blonde's gaze sinks to his feet and the tension in the air can be felt by everybody.

"Were you causing trouble again, Atsumu?"

"No, not really...just harmless pranks, hehe."

"Your clothes have dried blood stains. When will you learn that you can't lie to me? You aren't a cub anymore, I said you'd get hurt sooner than later."

"Ouch, burn," Osamu chuckles.

"Enough Osamu, you laughed at his pranks. It's your responsibility as brothers to take care of one another, specially since you've got nobody else to depend on."

"B-but we still have you, Kita-san."

"Then you should listen to my advice and behave accordingly," he sighs looking at Hinata, "I apologize in their stead Hinata-san, Osamu told me everything."

Atsumu gasps glaring at his twin, "You snitch, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone what I was up to!"

"I was worried for ya, shitface."

Despite the exchange of insults Hinata can sense there's honest concern behind these words, and a deep bond between them even if they fight quite often.

"Actually 'Tsumu returned the things he stole, I think he's a nice guy after all," he smiles easing the mood.

That softens Kita's frown. "I see, I'm really glad to hear that. I assume you'll be leaving Hyogo soon, so may I ask one last personal favor before then?"

"Mhm, no problem."

"Why don't you take Atsumu with you?"

"WHAT?!" the blonde flinches in surprise, "A-are ya kickin' me out Kita-san?! I can still change my ways!"

"We both know that's a lie. You've told us a hundred times you're bored of this village, so won't you rather travel with this adventurer for some time? I'm certain he's a good man, and his scent is pleasant."

"Yeah, we could all take a break from him," nods Osamu, "Hard to make business when he's around."

"Um, well, ain't against it if..." Atsumu glances at Hinata hoping the brief pause doesn't equal rejection.

"I'd love to have you in my party, you're super strong!"

Ba-dump.

"Ungh- my chest."

"Ew, control yer pheromones dumbass, it stinks."

"Shaddap 'Samu!"

With that settled up Atsumu packs some clothes, a couple of coins from Kita and an onigiri box as a farewell gift from his brother. They walk off to the village entrance where Kageyama and Kenma were waiting after their shopping spree, now fully prepared for their trip to Tokyo.

"By the way, what's yer destination Shouyou-kun?"

"The Demon King's castle."

"What the hell, that's a risky sightseein' route."

"Told you I'm a Hero, defeating him is my job."

"You aim big for a shorty, I like that."

"Grrr, I'm not short, I just happen to travel with taller people! Learn the difference, will you?"

The party has grown livelier, although its new member is a bit of a liar and has a tendency for thievery, a troublemaker who's taken a certain interest in the Hero. He wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms by the mean archer or the taciturn white mage, but he'll soon prove his real worth — if not to them to the slightly-above-average attractive Hero who saved him.

"Shit, why does he have to smell so good?"

[ Atsumu has joined the party! ]

[ Character Status - Atsumu Miya

-Occupation: Trickster

-Guild: Inarizaki

-Level: 63

-Strength: 999

-Mana: 185

-Attack: All he needs are his muscles

-Defense: Expert liar

-Speed: Adapts to Hinata's quick

-Intelligence: Decreases exponentially when excited ]

Chapter Text

Haikyuu world used to be a peaceful place.

Before the Demon King appeared the forests were blooming with flowers and friendly creatures, the rivers were crystal clear, and the land was blessed with bountiful harvests after every spring. Now, due to centuries of his evil influence the flower fields have begun to wither, some animals morphed into hostile beasts, a strange miasma poisoned many water springs and as a result the land became more arid. Surviving is hard outside of the human civilization protected by magic spells that ward their inhabitants from harm. Only seasoned hunters, adventurers, or those who aren't afraid of death dare to step outside. Although Hinata's case is different, he was unlucky to be born as the Hero, which basically sentenced him to battle the Demon King as all his predecessors did before him. On the bright side he isn't alone on the road.

"Kageyama, let's do it as we practiced!" Hinata grips his sword; he's still inexperienced and his hands tremble as he faces yet another unknown monster, but Kageyama, the archer, is right behind him. His bow strings tense up and his gaze guides the arrow tip ready to shoot at the signal.

"Now!!"

[ United Skill: Quick Attack ]

An arrow flies straight to the monster's right leg, a second one instantly piercing the left forcing the boar-like thing to kneel while Hinata jumps —so high he almost takes flight— wielding his sword, then swings it down with all its weight slicing his target in half. He's too exhausted to celebrate the victory though, his arms and legs shaking from a mix of nerves and muscle strain.

"Not bad, boke."

"I- I can't stand up."

Kageyama tries to help him out but he flops down instead, also sapped of strength.

Atsumu cackles a laugh, "Nice job, hopefully you can do that without collapsin' next time!"

"It's normal, skills deplete your mana quickly," Kenma explains, "Specially strong ones."

"Huh, my what?" Hinata asks with a puzzled expression. Judging by Kageyama's face they're both clueless, so it's time for a lesson.

"Err, mana is your inner energy, without it you can't use skills or spells. I'm surprised you've made it this far without knowing that much."

"Woah, did you hear that Kageyama?"

"I wonder if I can shoot fireballs too."

Kenma sighs, "Not everyone can use it in the same way. Your mana will manifest according to your own abilities, for example, Atsumu here can change shapes."

"Yeah, only Kemonomimi can do it. Shape-shiftin' into a human form is easy though."

"As for me, white mages are spell casters who specialize in support and healing."

Hinata nods with enthusiasm, "I thought white mages were a myth until we met."

"White magic is strictly forbidden by the Demon King, we need to stay in hiding. Long ago one of his previous reincarnations deemed it dangerous so our hometown was wiped from existence in the blink of an eye."

"How terrible..."

"It's okay, my best friend kept me safe even if I wasn't allowed to leave home; the tower."

"I'll protect you from now on Kenma!" the redhead holds his hands tightly.

"Ah, thank you," he covers his burning cheeks under his hood and his long dark hair.

"You reek horny," Atsumu pinches his nose.

"W-WHA-?!"

"That's rude 'Tsumu, he doesn't smell at all."

"Quit it you-"

"Chiiiirp!!" Tamagotchi flies to Kenma's rescue pecking on the half-fox's head and nearly gets devoured in exchange.

"Be quiet," the archer aims forward, "I've heard something from the bushes, stay alert."

Battle after battle, the longer they're on the main road to Tokyo city the more beasts they encounter. It must have become their main hunting area since there's a flow of travelers who come and go from the city, unsuspecting of the creatures who stalk the path; the promise of a good night's rest in a proper bed is a lure akin to smelly cheese in a mice trap. There's still a long way to go until the Hero's party reaches safety, but countless fights have left them too tired to continue the journey. Their only choice is to camp out.

"Let's go deeper in the woods, I'll guide you guys to a good spot," Atsumu sniffs the air avoiding the scent from other beasts. Once the last rays of sunlight can't penetrate the greenery any longer they stop moving, parked amidst the biggest tree trunks in the area.

"My arms hurt so much I'm gonna die," Hinata whines as he tries to make a fire by rubbing two sticks together before the night falls.

Kageyama taps his boot impatiently, "Yeah, we'll all freeze to death if you don't hurry."

"Sh-shut up, I'm trying!"

"No need for that," the white mage creates a little fire ball with his fingertip, "If you guys get more wood I'll be able to make a bonfire."

"Uwah, that's amazing Kenma! ...And you could have said so sooner, you know."

"You were really excited about making it yourself, I didn't want to interrupt."

"No worries, Tobio-kun and I will get 'em!"

"Huh, we will?"

Atsumu winks to him in the most suspicious way possible pointing further away from the camp, and Kageyama follows. Always bow in hand, of course, while the blonde picks some thicker sticks and whistles as if they were having a walk through any marketplace.

"Atsumu-san, can we talk?"

"That's actually why I've brought you here."

"Oh. May I ask you something?"

"Shoot away," he glances at Kageyama's bow, "But first put that thing down, will you."

A reasonable request, so he points his arrow elsewhere yet remains on guard. "You're good at manipulating mana, right?"

"You bet I am, it takes constant control to stay in human form," he puffs his chest.

"Could you teach me how to do it?" Kageyama lowers his gaze too nervous for eye contact.

"Aren'tcha from the hunter's village?"

"Yes, I was."

"I heard hunters are pretty good at it, you must've skipped yer bow classes."

"No, I trained harder than everyone!!"

"Woah, just kiddin' man, don't get mad."

"Sorry, the thing is I- I didn't have anyone to practice with. Usually hunters train in pairs, but nobody wanted to be my partner."

There's no further explanation beyond that; still, Atsumu can relate to his circumstances since he was also ostracized in his hometown for being a prankster. Whatever Kageyama had done must have earned him a bad name.

"D'aaaw, poor fallen king, you must be lonely!"

"Tobio-kun?" he waves in front of his face.

"A-ah, sorry, bad memories."

"As I was sayin' I don't mind lendin' you a hand, but private lessons ain't free."

"I've only got a few coins left."

"Money isn't a problem, what I need is information."

"I don't have much to offer in that regard either."

"Then I've got no reason to help, do I?" he smirks.

Kageyama crosses his arms, "Ask if you want, though I doubt I'll be useful."

"What's Shouyou-kun's favorite food?"

"What?" the archer knits his brows.

"Wrong answer, try again."

"I haven't known him for that long...but he told me his hometown's tamago kake gohan is the best in the world. He misses eating it."

"Does he like animals?"

"He gets along with that annoying chick."

"What's his type?"

"His type? As in blood-"

"Boys or girls," Atsumu accentuates the later by making a curved shape with his hands.

"No idea."

For some reason that question clicks in Kageyama's head realizing how little he knows of his travelling companion. Despite risking their lives for each other in battle, sharing meals, sleeping under the same stars together and arguing all the time they're still strangers, so why does he feel a connection with him?

"Are we even friends?" he ponders.

"Tch, I can't adapt my appearance with so few details. That was a disappointment Tobio-kun, you gotta get that info for me."

"Ask him yourself."

The half-fox sulks, "That'd be too obvious."

"Whatever, are you going to teach me or not?"

"Aaalright, since yer askin' so desperately! But remember you'll owe me a big favor." Atsumu nabs one of Kageyama's arrows from his quiver, "Now then, close yer eyes, think of this shape and let yer mana flow."

- - -

"They're taking really long," Kenma says as he taps on his PSP to kill the boredom while Hinata handles the task of setting up a tent. The white mage refuses to sleep in the open —spoiled by his golden cage— so he's brought a tent in his apparently bottomless drawstring backpack, another magical invention of his. The refuge fits two people, not that he'd want to share his private space.

"Done! Look Kenma, we did it!" Hinata makes an arms-up victory pose with Tamagotchi copying it atop of his head.

On second thought sharing wouldn't be that bad, in fact he'd be much warmer with the redhead by his side. Just logical thinking, really, that he finds him cute is a mere coincidence. Before he's made up his mind the other two return with a bulk of tree branches in hand, so many they can barely see above them.

Hinata flinches in shock, "Did you guys just chop half of the forest or something?"

"Tobio-kun got carried away practicin' his shootin' skills and these poor trees are his victims."

The branches are cleanly cut as though it were done by an axe, except only arrows were used imbued with more refined mana.

"Holy crap, you're in the dumps Kageyama."

"Be quiet boke, I..." his will to argue vanishes at the sight of his sleeping bag, choosing to lie down instead of wasting extra energy which he doesn't have. He watches as Kenma sets the pile of wood on fire; the small spark he created produces a flame that flicks slowly, hypnotically, and soon his eyes surrender to the beautiful dance of oranges and reds.

Atsumu yawns too, returning to his original fox form and curling himself into a ball close to the warmth. He failed to obtain the information he wanted today, yet he's gained a debt of gratitude he can exploit in the future. Tamagotchi hops on his tail to be used as a fluffy nest. "Makin' new friends ain't that hard," he thinks before he falls into a slumber.

There's no sound in the dark forest other than the crackle of the fire and a night owl's song. Although there's a faint beep boop coming from Kenma's tent along a soft flashing light that belongs to his gaming device; he's still awake in there.

"White mages sure are tough," Hinata utters as he slinks to the tent for a peek. Just as he suspected he sees him completely engrossed in the game, unaware of his presence with how focused he is. How come he doesn't look tired even though he's been casting spells all day? His physical stats are the weakest in the party, both his stamina and strength are quite low in comparison but he's able to stay up longer than everyone. It's a mystery the Hero needs to unravel tonight.

"Kenma," he whispers.

"Geh! D-don't scare me like that Shouyou, I almost had a heart attack."

"Hehe, my bad! You can't sleep huh."

"I like to play at night. Do you need anything?"

"Um, actually," he joins his index fingers in a coy gesture, "I was wondering what's your trick to be in perfect condition after all these battles. Is it your diet, or secret training?"

"Bfft! Do I look like the kind of guy who'd bother with that?"

"No, I suppose not."

Kenma waves at him to enter the tent so Hinata crawls in the narrow yet cozy space. They sit in front of each other for a chat, or a rudimentary pillow party maybe, judging by the amount of snacks he has lying around.

"You see, I was alone in my tower without much to do. I began reading spell books and improving my mana control until I was able to create little things like this," he shakes his PSP, a device solely powered by his magic.

"I doubt I could do that."

"Mages are naturally skilful, don't feel bad if it takes you longer to get used to it."

The redhead sighs wearily, "I need to learn fast, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with Kageyama's pace. We're far from Tokyo and I'm already out of mana, I feel so useless."

"If the problem is your lack of mana I can help."

"How?"

"I'm a white mage, did you forget?" he grins shoving his arm all the way in his drawstring bag, rustling around until he finds what he's looking for — a thick, old-looking book. He blows on its dusty cover, which suggests it hasn't been used for quite a while, if ever.

Hinata squints as he reads the title, "Karma- wait, kama- ugh, what language is this?"

"It's an ancient book of forbidden spells. Now let's see; how to increase your mana, useful applications, manipulating mana points..."

"Did he say forbidden?"

"Ah, here it is, mana transfer!"

Kenma falls silent as he reads the page. His face turns a vivid hue of red, and once he's done he can't look Hinata in the eyes anymore, closing the book way too abruptly.

"What is it?"

"I can't do it."

"You said you'd help me!"

"Damn it, now I understand why he warned me about this book," he mumbles.

"Please Kenma, I gotta keep fighting!" Hinata grabs at his shoulders with a resolute gaze.

"It's not that I don't want to, believe me. Perhaps it's better if you see by yourself."

The heavy book lies open on the floor showing the reason of Kenma's shyness. Said 'Mana Transfer' page has a short step-by-step guide, though it isn't needed when its illustrations are more than explanatory. They display naked people kissing, touching, and the last one makes the redhead gasp.

"So I've done mana transfers without knowing it, I had no idea."

Kenma giggles at his carefree answer, "That's kind of surprising coming from the Hero."

"Well, I'm a human too."

"Then would you like to...?"

Hinata nods, removes his gloves and holds the other's cheeks gently within his hands.

"Is this fine by you, Kenma?"

"Y-yeah, go on."

[ Mana Transfer ]

Step #1: Begin by gathering your mana in a single spot within your body. The lips are an ideal place that allow for an easy transfer for most novices, albeit in limited amounts.

That much shouldn't be a problem for a skilful mage as Kenma. He closes his eyes and guides his mana flow towards his lips, which turn slightly more sensitive to the heat of Hinata's breath before they slowly come into contact. A soft 'chu' that feels like a spark, a tiny explosion loaded with energy.

"Woah," the redhead whispers. "Was that-"

"Don't disrupt my concentration."

For once in his life the white mage has trouble maintaining his focus. He keeps going regardless, letting a constant stream of mana pour from his body into Hinata's kiss after kiss, but then a curious tongue makes its way within his mouth and his self-control disappears.

"Shouyou!"

"Oh, woops, I got carried away."

"Is that enough?"

"I'm not full yet."

"A bit more then."

The bad news are that Hinata won't be satisfied with just a bit, he'll need a full MP charge if he wants to be in good shape for tomorrow. So he pushes his tongue in and indulges, devours and sates himself with Kenma's delicious whimpers. His white hood falls unmasking a blush so adorable it makes Hinata thirst for more despite Kenma offering as much mana as he possibly can with a kiss.

[ The Hero recovered Mana Points! ]

[ MP: 40/159 ]

"Hah...Shouyou, next step, come on..."

[ Mana Transfer ]

Step #2: For advanced users who wish to increase the given amount. It is advisable to perform the transfer by redirecting your energy to the next strongest mana source.

"Are you sure?" Hinata tugs at his belt to be certain, his gaze wandering just below.

Kenma gets on his knees as a sign of permission, unbuckles his belt and rapidly disposes of it. He'd stand up for a better position given what's shown in the book illustrations, sadly the tent isn't that wide.

There's a hip jerk as Hinata's right hand sneaks under his pants and briefs, however the hardness he's met with dissipates any doubt that he's enjoying his touch. A lot.

"Cute reaction," the redhead coos on Kenma's ear, swiping his tongue on it as he gifts him a sluggish stroke from the base to the head.

"Guh...s-slowly, it's been a while."

"Hm?"

"Ma-masturbating," Kenma admits. Hinata's expression is so openly shocked he has the need to explain the situation in more detail. "I don't get many visits in my 'home', you know."

"Ah, gotcha."

With that information Hinata decides they should take it easy, so he seizes his cock in his palm and rubs setting a tranquil rhythm of ups and downs. Kenma's body revels in each careful motion of his fingers which soon get him completely stiff and ready for the task — he starts throbbing when Hinata uses his left hand to fondle his balls while he jerks him off.

"Crap, I can't, I'm losing it Shouyou, I-"

[ Mana Transfer ]

Step #3: Build up mana for the longest time you are able to endure. While this method might be difficult the quality of mana released will ensure a significant recovery.

As the white mage screws his eyes and clutches at the edge of his cloak he tries to remember every technique he's learnt in his life, every spell, the name of every monster he's read about; anything to isolate his mind from this pleasure, to diminish the sensation of Hinata's velvety lips, but most importantly his hands. How wonderful they are though, a bit calloused from handling a sword, yet full of tenderness. It's a pity they're now tainted, producing fapping sounds with his precum.

"I'm going to come," he utters unconsciously. He shouldn't have, because the redhead takes it upon himself to yank his pants down — no questions asked this once. The sudden exposure doesn't stop his increasing arousal; nothing could at this point, not with Hinata leaning seductively towards his cock and his mouth so near he can't quit shivering. His concentration dwindles beyond repair as a pearly dribble oozes from his reddened slit. Maybe he isn't the great mage he considered himself to be, because he feels his legs wobbling already.

[ Mana Transfer ]

Important note: Remember that your mana must be supplied directly inside the body!

And then Hinata gets pulled by the hair. He takes a quick glance at Kenma's face, panting fast with his mouth hung open and those glassy eyes of his gazing nowhere realizing what's going to happen. He looks pretty out of it, so he should hurry. Just like the last illustration instructed he shoves his cock in his mouth and sucks across his length fervently while Kenma grabs on his head, stifling his lascivious groans not to alert those sleeping outside.

"Fuuh!"

A snap of hips forces Hinata's nose against the other's crotch while he keeps sucking through his climax, taking sharp gulps with every thick spurt he's supposed to drink. It tastes weirder than usual, not of the fluid itself, but something that tingles in his tongue as when they kissed earlier. Once Kenma pulls out with a tired sigh Hinata feels fully revitalized, so the spell must've succeeded.

[ The Hero recovered Mana Points! ]

[ MP: 159/159 ]

[ New Skill Acquired: Mana Transfer ]

"Gwaaahh, I feel super energetic now!!" he shouts making sparkly eyes at his healer.

"Shhh, don't be noisy."

"That was amazing Kenma, you should help everyone else tomorrow too!"

"I refuse," he pouts fixing his pants.

"Why not?"

"This is forbidden magic. Besides, I need to regenerate my own mana after doing it."

"Aw."

"What I mean is I'll only help you this way."

Hinata smiles pouncing at him, "Thanks Kenma, you're the best white mage ever!"

"...Let's sleep. You can stay here tonight."

- - -

Once the sun has risen Kenma and Hinata leave the tent to see the fire has died out overnight. Atsumu woke up first, still in his fox form chasing Tamagotchi around the bonfire ashes. Whether it's a game or if he's hunting for breakfast they can't tell. He stops right away when the other two appear.

"What's that smell?" he prances around them.

"I told you he doesn't smell 'Tsumu."

He growls, "You slept together."

"No, he only slept in my tent!" Kenma jolts.

"I don't see the difference."

"Someone's still asleep eh?" Hinata creates a clever distraction by tiptoeing to Kageyama's sleeping bag. "Wakey wakey you lazy sloth!" he says shaking the man to find out he's actually awake, though he doesn't look well.

"Don't touch me."

His skin is pale with little blue blotches, a clue to stay far away.

"A-are you turning into a blueberry?!"

Kenma inspects his symptoms coming to a worrying conclusion. "He's been cursed."

"How could that happen?"

"I heard stories about vengeful forest spirits that curse people in their sleep. Plus he damaged a lot of trees yesterday, we can't discard that some spirit got real pissed off if its home got wrecked," Atsumu shrugs his shoulders.

Hinata touches Kageyama's forehead, "He's got a fever, what should we do?!"

"There's a druid village in this forest," Kenma strokes his chin recalling the route. "They're knowledgeable about curses and black magic, I could ask them for a spell book."

"Let's hurry, we have to help him."

Kageyama grips on the shorter man's shoulders so they can walk together, the high temperature and the dizziness causing his brain to divagate with random thoughts.

"We really are friends, aren't we?" 

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Woodland spirit's curse.

An ailment caused by naughty spirits that inhabit the trees, flowers or plants, haunting those who inflict any harm to their territory.

Known symptoms: Blue skin patches. Fever. Without a proper treatment it might cause numbness, difficulty to breathe and fainting.

"The last paragraph says it could be lethal."

Kenma closes his compendium of negative status effects. His explanation doesn't account for much since he lacks the knowledge to dispel curses, a skill that only an adept of dark magic would have learnt.

So the Hero's party must take another detour to the druids' village, a fountain of wisdom thanks to the storytelling of generations past passed down upon the youngest wizards.

"Have you been there, 'Tsumu?" Hinata asks.

"I went with Kita-san to get special herbs once, the place gave me the creeps though."

"Right, it's deep within an enchanted forest after all. I bet it looks reaaaally scary."

"Damn it," Kageyama winces as he grips onto Hinata's shoulder, "I hate being a hindrance."

"Once you get better you'll be on hunting duty for a week, I want a big catch as payment!"

The archer snorts, "Deal...if I make it alive."

Hinata's face shows concern, but his words remain positive. "Don't say that! You saved me before, so I won't let you die on me. We gotta beat the Demon King together, 'kay?"

It's clear that the longer they walk the faster Kageyama's health deteriorates, coughing and dragging his feet while Hinata holds his weight. The blue dots have also expanded across his skin at an alarming speed. Just before he loses consciousness they see a sign covered with moss far in the distance.

"Ah, there it is!!"

Tangled between giant tree roots that must be millions of years old, shaded by lengthy branches offering a natural roof made of leaves that hang down like a green curtain. The druids' home looks mysterious, full of overgrown mushrooms the height of a man which glow in the dark to make for a source of light at night along with the fireflies. It appears this enchanted forest has embraced the village to feed on its magical resources, giving shelter to the few humans living in small wooden cabins. A symbiotic system.

 "I feel dizzy."

"H-hang in there Kageyama!!"

They hurry to the nearest inn where an elderly man with a long white beard and a dark tunic welcomes them amicably in spite of his suspicious attire. There's a heavy-looking book on his old desk and nothing else around, a most humble reception.

"Room for one, two...four gentlemen?"

Kenma takes his purse as the other two carry Kageyama to where the rooms are.

"Yes, we'd like to spend the night."

The man licks his index finger and swipes it in the air above the book, which snaps open on his command. Its pages turn rapidly until the next empty one ready to log a new guest.

"Please put your hand on the book."

"Oh, I've never seen this type of spell." Kenma analyzes the whole process with curiosity. When he touches the page his hand gets printed on it and his name appears above in his own handwriting. Who needs a pen when magic will do the job?

"Everything is done with magic here," the man smiles accepting a coin as payment.

"I think I'll like this place."

"It's been a long time since I've had a guest as yourself, I'm honored by your presence."

"As myself?" Kenma hikes a brow.

"White mages are a rare sight."

"Y-you knew?"

"I have lived enough to see more of your kind before the Grand King erased all traces of the white mage's city. A regrettable loss."

"Um, just how old are you, sir?"

"My, I can't remember that!" he laughs. "Anyways kiddo, you shouldn't be wasting your time chatting with an old relic when your friend is in such a bad shape. Curses can't be taken lightly even if you're young."

"We're actually looking for a cure. Could you help us?"

"Hmmm...I'm afraid I'm not too versed. This village has many scholars and retired mages so perhaps you'll be lucky asking around."

- - -

"He looks like shit. Blue shit."

"'Tsumu!"

Atsumu puts his hands behind his nape glancing at the archer, now asleep on a simple bed made of carved dark pine tree.

"Are ya sure this stuff isn't contagious? Maybe it'd be better if we leave him here."

"I can't do that." Hinata sulks, kneeling by the bed with his arms lying on it to keep watch.

"Bah, why do you care so much?"

"Eh?"

"...Shit, said that out loud didn't I."

"He was the first person to help me out when I began my journey. I mean, he's inept when it comes to making friends and acts rude without thinking, but he's a good guy. I think."

"If those traits don't scare him I might have a chance too."

"Besides, I couldn't call myself a hero if I abandoned someone in need, right? Just like I didn't leave you when you were injured!"

Atsumu grabs at his tail behind his back as to stop it from wagging, "I suppose so. I do owe you a big one for that, Shouyou-kun."

"Am I interrupting something?" Kenma asks quietly opening the door to the room.

"Yeah ya lil' prick."

Hinata shoots Atsumu a berating look.

"...Or not, make yerself at home."

"I have good news and bad news," the mage sighs while he takes off his white robe.

"What is it Kenma? Was the room pricey?"

"It's about Kageyama-san's curse. The inn keeper said we should be able to find an expert in curses among the black mages."

"Awsome!! And the bad news are..."

"According to him that type of curse will spread to his whole body in less than a day."

Hinata bolts on his feet, "W-what?! Then he's going to d-die?!"

"I can delay its effects with healing magic, but we need to find a cure before tomorrow."

"That leaves Shouyou-kun and I for the search," Atsumu furrows his brows. "Let's get movin' or else we won't make it in time."

"Hold on."

Kenma summons his familiar with a snap of fingers. Tamagotchi pops up from within a smoke cloud and flies straight onto Hinata's head — a cozy orange nest for the tiny crow.

"Tamagotchi will warn me if anything happens."

"Okay, let's go!"

"Chirp chiiiirp!"

The odd trio splits up in two. Atsumu stays around the village entrance while Hinata and Tamagotchi investigate further in, where the tree roots grow oldest and the greenery fully envelops the man-made buildings. He asks house by house for any clue of who might be able to dispel curses, confused by the fact that behind each door only old men await. Druids, scholars, wizards, all of them with white hair and beards uncared for who knows how long, wearing eccentric hats and garments that Hinata finds rather funny. After an hour of unsuccessful search he arrives to a bigger place made of stone. It stands out from the cabins he's already seen.

"Li-bra-ry?" he reads on a worn-out sign.

Hinata has to push on a heavy door to get in, and he sneezes a couple times hit by a breeze carrying dust and a scent of humidity. While he didn't find the village eery in the slightest this somber place makes him shiver. Piles of books extend as far as the eye can see, which isn't very far with how scarcely lit the room is by a few candelabra.

"Welcome, young one."

"Gyaaahh!!" he jumps like a startled cat as a shadowy figure appears behind a book shelf.

Another elderly person with a nose so long his huge round glasses would never slip. A curious detail is that he's got a carefully braided beard with beads and flowers, and that's enough for Hinata to find him more approachable in comparison to the others.

"Please come closer, my sight isn't sharp as it was a hundred years ago," the man grins.

"Um, good evening sir. I'm in a bit of trouble. Would you know of anyone who can remove curses? My friend has fallen gravely ill."

"Curses, yes yes yes," he dashes to a dusty shelf with books on the topic, "May I tempt you with a specialized manual for love curses, since you are still young and healthy? Or perhaps you'd like an apprentice guide?"

"S-sorry, I just need help getting rid of a woodland spirit's curse if you would be so kind."

The librarian gets so jittery his beard unknots. "A WOODLAND SPIRIT'S CURSE?! THAT'S A SERIOUS MATTER!!"

"Are you a black mage?" Hinata's eyes glint.

"Pardon my manners boy, sadly I am not."

"Ugh, this was my last chance," the redhead sniffles holding back tears of frustration.

"There's another person you could ask. His house is even deeper in the forest, but-"

"Tell me how to get there, please!"

"I must warn you he lives in isolation for a reason, although you won't find anyone more skilled in the black magic arts. Follow the trail behind this library and keep walking."

The redhead bows quickly, waves goodbye and runs towards the direction the man pointed holding to a faint sliver of hope. Every step ahead this path is like drowning into an abyss; not a single noise to be heard, not a soul to be seen. A lonely cabin stands among luminiscent trees, dozens of fireflies dancing around it as if signaling the Hero's destination with their spectral afterglow.

"Hoot."

"Gwah!" Another jumpscare in shape of a bird. A horned owl with white feathers and wide golden eyes sits above the door frame, staring at the familiar atop of Hinata's head.

"Chirp chirp?"

"Wait Tamagotchi, don't leave me!"

The crow flaps his short wings to sit by the owl's side. A conversation made of 'hoos' and 'chirps' takes place as Hinata inspects the cabin with the elder's warning in mind; the windows are shut, yet the smoke coming out from the chimney and the chopped wood outside confirm there's someone living there.

"Hey hey, if you wanna come in you should knock on the door first, it's common sense."

"Who said that?! Damn it, nobody told me there would be ghosts in this forest."

"Up here."

Hinata looks where the two birds are.

"Your buddy told me why you've come," the owl speaks.

"Wow, I didn't know owls could talk."

"I'm a special case you see. My name is Koutarou Bokuto by the way, I live here."

"This cabin is yours?"

"It belongs to a friend. He's the black mage you've been looking for, I assure you."

"Can I come in?"

"Only if you abide by the rules."

"I will- w-wait, what rules?"

"Cover yourself with a robe. Don't speak, I will do the talking. Lastly no matter what you aren't allowed to touch my friend, got it?"

"Okay," Hinata nods.

The owl pecks twice on the door, and it opens at the sound to let them all in.

- - -

"Damned ol' geezers, why does nobody wanna lend me a hand huh? Is it 'cause I'm a Kemonomimi?" Atsumu stomps out from the last cabin following after Hinata's scent. One after another he faced rejection by the elders, then again it's not like he was asking very politely to begin with. In the end he stands where the redhead did, in front of the library.

"Hope he's here or else I'm done for."

"Welcome, young one," the librarian greets.

"Holy shit, that's one pointy nose."

"Pardon?"

"Oh, uuh, have you seen a ginger?"

"Indeed, he came looking for anti-curse books...or a person, my memory is feeble."

"You've got those?!"

"I do not, but what I do have is this," the man holds a book in his hands triumphantly.

"What the heck is-"

"A manual with the most efficient curses to earn the devotion of your loved ones, or eliminate the competition if you'd prefer!"

Atsumu blinks, "...How much."

"Well then my boy, if you buy the second volume too I'll offer you a large discount."

- - -

While Atsumu gets conned in the library Hinata enters the black mage's cabin. There's a surprisingly pleasant aroma of incense and herbs coming from a table overrun by flasks of many shapes and colors, not to mention it's much warmer inside thanks to the chimney that works as a lighting source. The place looks extremely neat besides for some books scattered here and there, Hinata would call it cozy if it weren't for the jars with animal parts exhibited on a shelf, possibly potion ingredients and experiments of dubious nature.

"Bokuto-san, how many times have I told you not to let people in without asking me?"

A man clad in black glares at them from a rocking chair. He's wearing a shoulder-lenght cloak, shirt under a buttoned vest, and slim trousers that judging by his figure suggest he isn't another grandpa. Hinata can't see a beard either, mostly because a wizard hat whose point hangs down covers his face.

"Come on Akaashi-san, don't be rude to our guest."

"And who might that be?"

"His name is Shouyou Hinata, he's a traveler from Miyagi town."

"I was hoping he'd introduce himself."

The owl lands on the mage's shoulder. "He's mute, but his familiar told me he needs help."

Tamagotchi peeps to make himself known.

"Ah, excuse my impoliteness Hinata-san. How can I be of assistance?"

"His friend has been struck by a woodland spirit's curse, he's in a dire situation."

"That's terrible!" the man rushes to his desk grabbing a thick tome that reads 'advanced black arts and hexes' flipping through it fast. "Yes, I see, I should be able to dispel it."

"R-really?!" Hinata shouts.

"...I thought you were mute."

"Oops."

"I meant temporarily, he's got a sore throat!" Bokuto stutters trying to cover his lie.

"His voice, it sounds young."

"It's your imagination Akaashi-san, I wouldn't risk bringing him here if he were."

"Why is my age a problem?" Hinata wonders.

"Hm, I see. Hinata-san, could you bring me that book next to your feet?"

He picks it with caution not to reveal his face and approaches Akaashi who instead of grabbing the book aims for his other hand.

"No wrinkles or signs of old age."

"Urk!"

"Tell me how old you are, now."

"I-it's not what it looks like, I just wanted-" In a fit of panic Hinata stumbles backwards with such bad fortune he steps on a stray empty jar, loses balance and falls atop of the mage. Then to make things worse the robe he was wearing slips along his hood. At least he isn't the only one exposed; the man's hat fell as well and Hinata finds himself looking into slanted eyes tinged by deep blue tones.

"Uh-oh, this will be trouble," Bokuto utters hidden behind the rocking chair along Tamagotchi who followed after him.

Akaashi's face is a mix of shock and terror as he pushes Hinata away, "How dare you, don't you know why I live far from the village?! I can't be close to anyone my age!"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bother."

"Uughh, leave before I lose my mind."

Hinata shudders at his threatening tone running to the door with all his might. Just as he's about to flee it shuts itself with a slam and the lock magically puts itself in place.

"Hinata-san, you didn't answer my question."

The redhead doesn't dare turning around feeling the chills throughout his back.

"I'm twenty-three."

"So am I, what a wonderful coincidence."

"C-can I leave?"

"I haven't shown you how hospitable I can be yet. Didn't you need my wisdom?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's see you ask for it."

When Hinata turns on his feet the mage is right behind him. His gaze looks void of emotion and his face has become strangely expressionless.

"Please Akaashi-san, help me."

"Pull down your pants."

"Huh?"

"I want to see your cock."

His tone doesn't sound like he's joking. Hinata hesitates, but his friend's life depends on it so there's no choice to be made. He unfastens his belt and lets his bottoms drop altogether blushing under the other's gaze.

"Ooh, haven't tasted one for so long," Akaashi kneels down licking his lips.

Hinata gasps as he flicks his tongue at the tip, "Akaashi-san, this is wrong, w-wake up!"

That seems to have a sobering effect on the black mage, whose eyes go wide regaining their brightness followed by a raging flush.

"I'm so- so terribly sorry Hinata-san!!" he crawls to a corner hiding in shame.

"What the heck just happened?"

Bokuto comes out from behind the chair, "He's been cursed."

"Oh, that explains...no, I'm still confused."

The owl hops near his friend. "The Demon King put a curse on both of us, all because he got jealous of Akaashi-san's good looks."

"Bahaha, you're quite popular huh? Then why don't you act more like a whore if you want to stand out so badly? Here, I'll cast a spell so everybody can see your true self. Thank me later!"

"It's an incubus curse, sometimes Akaashi-san can't control his urges around other men. He's secluded here to avoid the curse effects since only old people live close by. To top it off that asshole turned me into a bird."

"But you didn't do anything."

"I beat him at an arm-wrestling competition."

"Oh. Don't worry Bokuto-san, after I defeat the Demon King I bet you'll return to normal."

Akaashi flinches listening in to their conversation, "Defeat him how?"

"I'm a Hero, it's my job to beat evil guys."

"Forgive me Hinata-san, the least I can do is remove your friend's curse for the trouble."

After Akaashi packs his materials in a small satchel they exit the cabin to find Atsumu peeking from a window that was left slightly opened, where he tracked Hinata's scent.

"I can't believe you almost let him suck yer dick Shouyou-kun," the half-fox sulks.

"How come you didn't open the door?"

Admitting he wanted to watch wouldn't sound nice, or he'd come off as a pervert, so he changes the topic looking at Akaashi.

"Is he the famous black mage?"

"I'm not sure about the famous part. Nice to meet you..." he extends his hand.

The blonde swats it away, "Name's 'Tsumu, and I dislike people who can't wait in line."

"I don't understand."

"I've called dibs on Shouyou-kun."

"Don't fall behind guys, Kenma is waiting!"

- - -

"Chiiiirp!"

Tamagotchi flies back to his master, peeping loudly to let him know what transpired.

"So you've made it back safely Shouyou, I knew I could leave it to you," Kenma smiles.

"How's Kageyama doing?"

"See by yourself, I did all I could."

Hinata sits by the bed again. The archer's skin has turned almost completely blue, and when he grips at his hand it feels stiff and cold; he doesn't have much time remaining.

"Save him Akaashi-san, I beg you."

"I'll do my best."

The black mage takes out a red chalk from his pocket and a tiny pouch from his satchel. First he paints a pentagram around the bed, then sprinkles the pouch contents —a blend of colorful powders— all over Kageyama.

"Bokuto-san." He calls for his owl friend before plucking a feather from his tail.

"Hoot!! That hurts!"

Akaashi holds the feather as though he were going to use it as a writing tool, moves it as such and begins chanting a spell.

"O Mother Nature, may thy land nourish us and thy embrace be our last bedding. I beseech forgiveness upon this unworthy creature, so he shall repent for his sins or feel thy wrath for eternity and beyond."

The feather in his hand burns into ashes.

"It is done."

"He's still snorin' like a bear," Atsumu says.

"We won't know if it has worked until tomorrow."

"Thank you so much Akaashi-san!!" the redhead lunges at him for a hug.

"N-not so close please, my curse is-"

Hinata glances downwards at the bump of something hard. Not a wand as he'd imagined.

"Oh...oops."

A wolf's howl announces the full moon, and the curtain of the night falls upon the village. The Hero holds his companion's hand hoping tomorrow will be a new day of adventures, laughs and struggles together, rather than mourning for a tragic loss.

Chapter Text

"Are you getting along with the hunters in the village, Tobio?"

"Yes grandpa."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Nah-uh, I've been training with Oikawa-san lately. He's really skilled with a bow but he doesn't want to teach me anything."

"Hahaha! You might be partners but you're still rivals. "

"Rivals?"

"Just remember, it's not just the enemy that can push you beyond your limits."

"......ge......yama."

"Ah, it seems your new friend is calling. Now go and make me proud, will you?"

"W-wait grandpa, let's talk some more! I haven't told you everything yet, so please-"

"Wake up bakageyama!"

The archer's eyes snap open swelling with tears, his arm raised in the air as though he were trying to reach out to somebody.

"It- it worked!!" Hinata shouts. "Oh my god, he's crying. Ke-Kenma, I think he still needs healing! Where does it hurt? Is it your head? Your chest? Do you need a glass of water?" he blabbers tripping on his own words.

"Quiet you noisy dwarf," Kageyama grunts grabbing him by the hair, "Food first."

"Right, 'Tsumu and I will dish out something!"

"Haaaa? The heck Shouyou-kun, why me?"

"Because you can't heal or cure curses like Kenma and Akaashi-san. Besides, I know you've kept a secret stash of 'Samu's rice."

"Ugh. Okay, I'll share some...but only a bowl."

"That's a good boy," Hinata pats Atsumu's head and he follows merrily wagging his tail.

Kageyama gazes at the unknown man standing in the corner of the room wearing a black wizard hat and similarly dark clothes. Undoubtedly the mage they were searching for. There's a fluffy sleeping owl on his shoulder Kageyama wishes he could touch, though he obviously doesn't get along with birds. At least not with Kenma's crow familiar.

"I should offer you my thanks."

Akaashi shakes his head, "I don't deserve them, all I wanted was to apologize for causing Hinata-san so much distress."

"Distress?" Kenma asks glaring at Tamagotchi, his informer in case of trouble.

"Chirp chirp..." the familiar hides within Kenma's hood avoiding his menacing gaze.

"Oh, um, please forget I said that. Suffice to say he wasn't harmed."

Kageyama shrugs his shoulders, "You helped us, that's what matters."

While he doesn't think too much of it Kenma won't be swayed without a proper explanation after seeing Tamagotchi's behavior. Something feels off about the man.

"We appreciate what you've done, but why is it that you avoid getting closer to any of us?"

"I've been put under a curse, too."

The white mage readies his wand, "I knew it, I could sense a strange aura around you."

"I don't feel anything," Kageyama frowns.

"That's because you aren't a mage," Kenma sighs. "Akaashi-san, what curse would be so strong that even a black mage can't dispel it? Shouyou mentioned you were an expert."

Akaashi fiddles with his fingers as he hangs down his head, his embarrassed facial expression shaded by his hat's brim.

"It's an incubus curse. Under normal circumstances I should be able to get rid of it, the problem is the wizard who casted the spell is too powerful. I can't outmatch him."

"That's impossible unless..."

"Yes, the Demon King himself did it. He transformed my best friend into this owl too."

Kageyama clutches at the bed sheets, "That damn asshole, I'll make him pay one day!"

"So that means you can't be close to anyone you could be potentially attracted to."

"I'm sorry for not telling you guys sooner, my main priority was to help Hinata-san. I'll head back home now that my task is complete."

"Don't you wanna return to normal?"

The black mage recoils at Kageyama's question. "Of course I do. I'm simply not strong enough to fight him, it's impossible."

Bokuto nuzzles against his cheek overhearing the conversation. "It's not impossible Akaashi-san, just hard. Have you forgotten I beat the Demon King at arm wrestling once?"

"That's exactly what got us into trouble in the first place Bokuto-san," he laughs.

Kenma produces a book from his bagsack, flipping a few pages before voicing an 'eureka' tapping his finger on one of them. "There's a medicine that temporarily reduces an incubus' curse effects, I could make it since the ingredients are easily obtainable."

"That's so generous of you Kozume-san, I don't know how to repay your kindness."

"The downside is the effect only lasts for a day, and white magic is needed to brew it."

"Then he has to come along until we beat the Demon King's ass, no big deal."

"K-Kageyama-san, are you suggesting...?"

"I'd gladly welcome a fellow mage in our party. We could share our knowledge," Kenma nods.

Bokuto hops on Akaashi's head, "We're finally leaving that old shack, hoot hoot hooray!!"

"Thanks for your offer, but I'm sure Hinata-san wouldn't want me to join you after I-"

"Hey, don't put words in my mouth," the redhead enters the room holding a big plate full of onigiri balls. "I'd love to have a strong, super handsome black mage in my team!"

Atsumu sulks from behind him, "Handsome?"

"Give me some of that, boke."

"Don't eat so fast, you're gonna choke!"

"UEGH!"

"Here's a bottle of water," Akaashi offers.

"Dammit, what a waste of 'Samu's rice."

"It was going bad if you didn't cook it 'Tsumu. Here, let me give you a bite of mine."

"Is this what humans call a- an indirect kiss?"

"Chiiiirp!!" Tamagotchi yanks on Atsumu's hair stopping him from swallowing it whole.

"Oow, you lil' son of a witch, imma eat you!"

Rice chunks are flying and scattering everywhere on the bed as their lunch becomes an all-out war for the succulent trophies, with a hungry Kageyama snatching most as if no illness had ever struck him. Meanwhile Kenma and Akaashi sit on the floor opting not to participate in the fray; they're on the quiet eater side and they'd rather indulge with the company of a spell book or a familiar than another human.

Kenma puts his white hood back on when a stray rice ball nearly hits him on the head. "They're pretty loud you see. It's best to stay away when these three start competing."

A radical change from the stillness of the enchanted forest where Akaashi lived in solitude for longer than he can remember. Despite being told to accept his fate by the elders in the village he still wished to break free from his prison, to run away every single night. Horrifying as it sounds to defy the Demon King he would find his resolve so long he's got a guiding star on the horizon, or a ray of sunshine in its absence. He stares at the redhead whose cheeks are stuffed with rice, definitely not the image he had in mind for his savior, yet oddly charming nonetheless.

"Nothing I haven't dealt with before," he grins.

[ Akaashi has joined the party! ]

[ Character Status

-Occupation: Black Mage

-Guild: Fukurodani

-Level: 65

-Strength: 799

-Mana: 312

-Attack: High performance under pressure

-Defense: Poker face

-Speed: 0,5 second thought process

-Intelligence: Can memorize over a hundred weaknesses ]

 - - -

With another member on the team the party can continue onwards to their original destination, the gigantic metropolis of Tokyo.

"So Kenma, what's your friend like?" Hinata asks walking along the white mage.

"Hmm...he's tall, smart and creepy."

"Not so sure you should be saying that. At least not the last part!"

"You'll agree with me once you meet. He's a good guy underneath it all, don't be fooled by his shady appearance."

"Now I'm even more curious."

"I doubt he'll be very happy to see me though. He's always been protective of me, more so since the Demon King began hunting down white mages."

"He kept you locked in that tower."

"Uh-huh, so I'd be safe."

"But doing that was wrong! I'll tell him you're under the Hero's protection from now on!"

Kenma grins timidly, "I'd appreciate it. Maybe that'd be enough to reassure him too."

"Holy shit, check out that skyline!" Atsumu exclaims slack-jawed from the stunning sights ahead. The buildings are taller than most of them have ever seen before, made of welded scrap metal and iron, connected to one another by wooden hanging bridges in what looks like an archaic engineering effort to reconstruct the city after the Demon King's last reincarnation almost wiped it off the map — or so the story goes. Tokyo has since flourished thanks to its roaming merchants, the markets with riches from all over the Haikyuu world and the streets where travelers may seek rest or a night of pleasure. The Hero's party arrives after the sun sets, when the buildings create an artificial constellation and the streets scintillate just as brightly with colorful business signs.

"Ah, it's just as I remember it."

The white mage glances curiously at his dark counterpart. "So you've been in Tokyo before? And I thought you were a recluse like me."

"Not willingly, no. Bokuto-san and I lived here until the Demon King cursed us. The townsfolk were afraid of me after that, and I couldn't risk going crazy in front of them."

"Ya mean seein' you act like a pervert."

"Shut up 'Tsumu," Hinata whispers nudging at him with his elbow, "That topic is taboo, ok?"

"In any case we can search for my friend more efficiently if two of us know the city."

"Um, what do you mean with search? Don't you know where he lives?"

"...I'd never left the tower before, Shouyou."

"Oops, I forgot."

Kageyama's nose points towards one of the streets. His sharp hunter senses guide him to a neighborhood full of food carts and Hinata's stomach also gurgles at the aroma.

"We should go that way," he signals ahead.

"Y-yeah, we totally should!"

"Let's split up then, we'll be faster." Kenma pulls out his PSP showing a map on screen. "We'll search for clues about Nekoma's guild leader; ask the merchants first, then reunite at the main plaza in one hour. Understood?"

"Who's made ya the boss?" scoffs Atsumu.

"I've got some of my friend's belongings you can sniff unto, so you're coming with me."

"Ain't a goddamn dog, puddin' head!!"

Hinata sighs, "Just do as he says 'Tsumu. I'll treat you to something yummy if you do."

"...Only 'cause you asked me nicely."

"In that case Bokuto-san and I will check the old districts," Akaashi settles.

Now that each team has parted ways Hinata can't help getting a bit distracted by the emptiness of his stomach, and the same can be said about Kageyama. They haven't eaten anything mildly decent since Osamu's onigiri, truth be told, so the variety of food on display is making it hard to focus on their search.

"Kageyama, you're drooling."

"And your stomach sounds like a lion's roar."

"Well excuse me, I was so busy finding the cure for your sickness I couldn't eat properly."

The archer flinches, his face a combination of confusion and...more confusion, actually.

"Tch, you dumbass! Let's eat then, it's my treat; for everything you've done f-for me."

"Did he just stutter?"

Hinata catches a glimpse of a blush on Kageyama's cheeks before he stomps violently to the nearest food cart with takoyaki and teriyaki skewers for sale, bringing more than they can humanly digest even for a couple of gluttons such as them.

"Wha- you didn't have to buy so many!"

"The owner gave me extra, I don't know why."

The redhead can't stop giggling. "He was probably intimidated by your usual glare, must've thought you were threatening him."

Kageyama looks like he wants to retort to that, but he chews on his skewer instead. He keeps quiet until he takes the last bite of it.

"You aren't scared, are you?"

"Of what?" Hinata ponders.

"Of me."

"Hmmm, maybe at first. Not anymore."

"I see."

Another moment of silence.

"I'm glad," he concludes with a tiny smile.

"I found out under that scary face of yours is an idiot obsessed with bow training, hunting and food. How could I be scared of that?"

"Boke, I'll give you something to be afraid of!!"

"Gwaaah, don't point that skewer at me!"

A childlike chase begins and soon they get lost into another part of the city, one that's somehow darker in spite of its red lanterns lighting the streets. The half-hidden neighborhood is busy with men walking around and refined ladies dressed in delicate kimonos, their hair tied up using feminine ornaments that match nicely with their make-up. A subtle scent of sake wafts in the air from the businesses where men and women seem to partake in conversation before leaving together for the night. Hinata stares at one of the temptresses standing idly admiring her expensive-looking garments.

"Hello darling, do you like what you see?" she asks in a cheeky tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I was rude ma'm, I thought you looked really beautiful in that kimono!"

"My my, lip service isn't necessary here," another girl joins in. "Although since you're so handsome we could arrange a good deal," she says eyeing Kageyama up and down.

"Do you know Nekoma's guild?" he replies. Her insinuation goes straight over the archer's head; ever the quick one to catch prey yet terribly slow when it comes to flirting.

"Name rings a bell...but I'm not sure," the other girl hums. "If you're searching for someone why don't you ask the diviner?"

Hinata tilts his head, "What's a diviner?"

"It's a man who uses magic to see things. Some say he can even tell the future."

"Woah, that sounds awesome!!"

"Where can we find him?" Kageyama glares.

"Eeek, such a fierce look! We don't usually give information for free, though we can make an exception tonight...right sis?"

"Follow the trail of red lights that goes into that alley, the diviner's tent should be there."

"Thank you very much!" Hinata bows down appreciatively.

"Next time you need company think of us," they purr waving their kimono sleeves as the Hero and his companion leave. Kageyama glances at them once more, then around the rowdy street thinking out loud.

"Why are there so many kimono ladies here?"

"It must be the typical clothing in Tokyo."

"Boke, we didn't see any at the entrance."

"Maybe they're geishas, I heard they're entertainers for the city's rich people."

"I guess so, I haven't met any until now."

"Hehe, you're a country bumpkin Kageyama."

"Shut up, you are too."

The redhead sticks out his tongue while they make their way into the obscure alley. A lone tent stands ominously at the end, its door guarded by two lanterns lit by blue flames.

"Come in Hero, I have been waiting," a voice calls from within.

"O-okay, if you'll excuse me then." As soon as Hinata steps in a curtain blocks the door preventing anyone else from entering, and a man clad in a hooded robe stands tall to welcome his guest behind an old table with a crystal ball carefully placed on the middle.

"Welcome, Shouyou Hinata."

"Why's the door gone?"

"I'd rather this conversation remain private."

"My friend is outside and-"

"My consultation fee would double."

"I-it's not free?"

The man chuckles, "Nothing is. Now take a seat, time is money and I'm a businessman."

"Err, I'll be super fast! I'm searching for Nekoma's guild leader. It's a an emergency."

"And what might you need from him?"

"His best friend came to visit Tokyo for the first time, all we need is his location."

A quick peek at the crystal ball makes the diviner flinch. "...So it's true, you found him."

"Sorry?"

"Ahem, it's nothing. You will find that person in a big building on the main plaza, it has a cat paw sign above the door, can't miss it."

Hinata squints upon the ball in disbelief, "Did you see it inside this thing?"

"I'm merely an information trader, no fancy tricks needed."

"Thanks for the clue! Um, can I leave now?"

"Before that let me give you a piece of advice." The man's voice turns somber, "Abandon your chase of the Demon King."

"Everyone's rooting for me. My family, friends — I can't give up yet, not until I defeat him."

"I see endless woes in your travels...it'd be safer if you give up before it's too late. He's the most powerful wizard who's ever-"

"I know!" Hinata shouts, "But I'm not alone, I've got really strong teammates with me. Kageyama, 'Tsumu, Akaashi... Even Kenma who'd never left his home gave me a chance. I won't let them get hurt no matter what!"

The man sighs, "A stubborn one huh."

"I don't carry much money, by the way."

"I'll be taking your word as a payment. Take care of all of them, specially Kenma. He's awkward around strangers, but he's a kind soul once you get to know him a bit better."

"You weren't looking at the ball, how did you-"

"A wizard never reveals his secrets," he smirks, then at a snap of fingers Hinata finds himself transported outside of the tent.

"BOKE!!!"

"Gwah! Kageyama, don't scare me like that!"

"That's my line you idiot, how many times do I have to remind you not to rush ahead?"

"Geez, quit being a grumpy pants already. I've got valuable information about Kenma's friend so let's go meet up with the rest."

- - -

Kenma, Atsumu and Akaashi have been waiting on the central plaza for a while. It seems that their investigation has led them to the same place — Nekoma's guild building. Meanwhile Kageyama and Hinata return from their own trip to the odd neighborhood.

Akaashi frowns as they approach. "Why the heck were you guys in there?"

"What's wrong Akaashi-san?"

"You came from the red light district, did you get lost on the way here?"

"Oh, you're right, there were lots of pretty lanterns," Kageyama nods blissfully ignorant.

"Don't tell me you didn't know of the pleasure district, it's a hot spot for men in Tokyo."

Hinata and Kageyama are equally confused.

"Bahahaha, freakin' hilarious, yer so naive ya didn't even notice!" Atsumu cackles a laugh.

Kenma facepalms, "I hope you didn't engage in any dubious activities, Shouyou."

"Does meeting a diviner count as dubious?"

"Yes? ...We should probably talk about that."

After a brief explanation they end up in front of Nekoma's guild. As the diviner indicated there's a cat paw sign that acts as a banner, and the building itself is in quite a good shape compared to the others surrounding it. The white mage lifts his cat-shaped wand to knock twice on the huge door, which opens up instantly as though it had recognized him.

"Hello everybody," Kenma smiles greeted by some of his guild members, probably traders of sorts going by the incredible amount of odd miscellany everywhere in the room: Animal skins, jeweled weapons, silk from faraway lands, colorful pots and paintings, several barrels filled with who-knows-what... All closely guarded by a man of short stature, a much taller one with pale skin that looks like a foreigner, and another with a mohawk haircut that pounces at the poor, defenseless mage like a tiger on a juicy meat slab.

"Kyaaanmaaa!! What the hell man, where have you been all this time?! I hope you've been training your guts just as I told you to."

"Geh- glad to see you haven't changed one bit, 'Tora."

"Quit pestering him," the shorter man says, "I'm sure he's exhausted after traveling here, he's never been one for physical exercise."

"Yaku-san, pointing that out sounds mean."

"Shaddap Lev, go and get some cold drinks for our guests, don't you see they're waiting?"

"Yeeeessir!" he jolts to the barrels.

Kenma laughs loudly, then out of a sudden a shadowy presence pops up from behind the group, long arms draped around him and Hinata. The redhead shudders for some reason and his body turns tense as a stick.

"Ohoho, look what the cat dragged in."

It's a man with a long red coat, loose sleeves, knee-high leather boots plus a sleazy smirk to complete the suspicious look. Hinata would be intimidated if it weren't for his more than obvious bed hair, a black rooster head.

"N-nice to meet you sir!"

"Bffft," Kenma snorts, "No need to be so polite Shouyou, he isn't such a big shot."

"Hey now, let me remind you I'm one of the most important merchants around here."

"You mean con-man. ...Be wary of his deals," he whispers, "Let your guard down and he'll sell you sand in the middle of the desert."

"At least let me introduce myself before you start roasting me, will you?" the shady man sighs, then walks towards a desk overrun with scrolls and paperwork from his business. "Tetsurou Kuroo, guild leader and professional dealer at your service," he presents himself as he would to a client — or victim.

"I'm Shou-"

"I already know who you are, Mr. Hero."

"But we just arrived to Tokyo."

"Any merchant worth their salt knows what's going on in their turf. Besides, I explicitly ordered Kenma not to leave his tower under any circumstances... Since he did I knew it would be your fault," he glares at the redhead.

Kenma frowns stepping forward, "It was my own decision Kuroo, I can't hide forever."

"And we're all going to take care of him. Right guys?"

Hinata turns around waiting for support from his teammates, but Atsumu is busy drinking a jar of ale offered by their generous hosts, Kageyama's gaze is glued to a brand new bow on exhibition and Akaashi is distracted checking magic spell books found on a shelf.

"I- I will take care of him, then."

"It's still a bit too early to give you my blessings. How about we talk it over dinner? We've gotta catch up with Kenma, you see."

"Okay, for sure!"

And so a plentiful banquet is served under the moonlight. The cold ale flows as though it had no end within these barrels, and in no time their energy is replenished with meat in their stomachs —except Kuroo's, who prefers fish— with the stories of Nekoma's members as entertainment. A colorful bunch that seem to treat each other as family members rather than friends in spite of their differences. While everyone indulges in their drinks Kuroo steals Hinata away to a private balcony.

"So Kenma says you want to defeat the Demon King," Kuroo begins speaking.

"Yeah, although I might not be super strong yet I'm going to train and do my best!"

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Huh?"

"Get rid of the Demon King."

Hinata blinks, the question almost too easy yet hard to answer with his own words.

"Because he's evil! He's caused trouble to so many people since he appeared, for what?"

"Ah, I wonder if he asks himself that too." Kuroo giggles, "Perhaps he has a reason but nobody has ever bothered to ask him why. Just like you have been told to fight without any explanation other than 'he's evil', right?"

"Still, what he's doing is inexcusable. Kenma had to hide all due to his hunt for the white mages, aren't you angry at him?!"

"Nothing in life is black or white, chibi-chan. I just wish everything would be settled peacefully so Kenma will be safe, I don't care about anything else, selfish as it sounds."

"I guess until now I never considered how the other side feels about this situation, or what drives them to act as they do."

A sincere smile appears on Kuroo's face. "That's a good start. I think I might let Kenma stay under your care after all."

"Really?" Hinata's eyes gleam.

"Really. Just don't get too excited reading through my forbidden spell book," he winks.

"WE ONLY USED IT ONCE, I SWEAR! ...Wait a moment, how do you know we did?"

Kuroo's eyes narrow, "A wizard never reveals his secrets."

- - -

When the sun rises the Hero's party says goodbye to Tokyo and Nekoma's guild, with a small hungover yet a party member secured for the road thanks to Kuroo's blessings.

"Hey Kenma, I noticed Kuroo-san's red robe was just like yours. Did you buy them together? Like a best buddies' matching set?"

"Bfft! You've got the weirdest ideas Shouyou."

"He's a mage as Kozume-san and I," Akaashi says. "His spell books contained high level incantations and hexes, difficult even for me."

Kenma nods, "Indeed, he's a red mage."

"Red mage?"

"Yes, red mages are sort of special. They can use both white and black magic to some extent, but they can develop hexes and inflict rare status effects that other mages can't."

"Cool!"

Atsumu scrunches and wiggles his nose, "I didn't like his scent. It was...dangerous."

"I agree, something was off about him."

"Eeeh? You too, Kageyama?"

"My hunter senses haven't failed me yet."

"They failed to recognize these street girls."

"Shut up boke, that was different!!"

"Changing the topic," Kenma coughs, "Kuroo and I have known one another since we were little kids, I would put my hands in fire for him."

- - -

"Thank you for your help mister diviner, I'll make sure to heed your advice."

A woman leaves the mysterious man's tent where she's left a coin by the crystal ball. Opaque for everyone, all-seeing for its owner.

"Another useful piece of information," he mumbles. "It's funny how easily people run their tongues with a stranger. How foolish."

The diviner stands in front of a full body mirror where he removes the hooded robe that usually hides his identity, revealing some spiky hair that hasn't been combed in ages.

"Gathering intel is such a pain. I should've gone with Kenma instead, it would have been fun to play with chibi-chan," Kuroo sighs.

Just then the crystal ball glows brightly.

"Alas, work's calling."

One step into the mirror transports the red mage into a colossal castle hall lit by chandeliers, the red carpet below leading to a gaudy golden throne with a horned man on it. Kuroo's illusion dispels showing his own pair.

"Well well, look who it is! My stray kitten has finally returned," the Demon King applauds.

Kuroo digs his right knee on the floor.

"Yes, your highness. I bring good news."

Chapter Text

Old tales say the moon has a strange effect on all living beings — humans and wild creatures alike fall under its influence. Some behave differently, others turn aggressive, and according to the many occult books on the matter it enhances fertility to a degree.

The full moon lit up the sky the night it happened.

- - -

"Wait for me Kenma!"

Atsumu's ears twitch at Hinata's voice and the noise of sticks breaking underfoot.

"Keep your voice down."

"Where are we going?"

"My tent."

Both of them tiptoe to Kenma's private space, a luxury reserved for the only member of the party who refuses to sleep in the open.

"I'm fine staying outside, you don't have to-"

"You ran out of mana, didn't you?"

During their travel the forests swarmed with beasts due to the full moon's summoning call. Innumerable battles took a toll on Hinata as much as everyone else, however the white mage's forbidden healing spells are kept in secret exclusively for the Hero's benefit.

"So let me charge you right up."

"But..."

"Unless you want to let Kageyama beat you at monster kill counts again."

"Urgh. He won today because I was tired!"

Kenma smirks as he opens the curtain to his tent, "Let's solve that problem, then."

"The hell's goin' on?" Atsumu ponders, spying from within the bushes in his smaller fox form not to be caught. There's a tiny aperture left from which he can peek in, so he approaches the door as stealthily as he can.

"Yes, do it just like last time."

A single candle illuminates their meeting spot. The mage's face is shadowed by his white hood, but a smile is distinguishable in his voice while Hinata kneels at his feet.

"What the fuck?!" The half-fox's fur stands on end from anger, and as much as he wants to believe this is a mistake or a nightmare the way Hinata nods his head at the other's crotch leaves no room for misunderstandings.

"Ah, haah, almost there Shouyou. Guh!"

Kenma's body jolts as he stifles his moans with his robe sleeve, keeping Hinata's lips locked against his skin by tugging at his hair with a shaky, slack grip. His throat bulges and bobs repeatedly and something within Atsumu's body boils up at the perverse sight of a long dribble trickling down his chin.

"Good, you drank it all."

Hinata licks off one last drop before he stands up. "Thanks Kenma, I feel better now!"

"I can't believe it Shouyou-kun..."

Atsumu voices a throaty growl while Kenma extinguishes the melted candle only able to imagine what they might do in the darkness. His body feels strange as though liquid fire were scorching within his veins, his heart about to burst from the inexplicable sensation roaming his body from ears to paws. It aches so badly he can't stand it, and it feels good all the same as the animal instincts etched in his mind are roused.

"Kenma, did you hear that?"

A distant snapping noise alerts them, but there's nothing dangerous outside.

"It must have been the wind."

- - -

"Can any of you explain this?" sighs Akaashi.

The morning has come with an awful surprise and more trouble to boot.

"What is- uwaaahhh! Our supplies!!" Hinata mourns when he finds their travel backpack ransacked on the ground with nothing left inside but a few measly crumbs of bread.

Kageyama yanks him by the shirt. "Boke, you should've kept it closer while you slept!"

"Ow, ow, I always do! Er, almost always," he glances at the white mage begging for help.

"Tamagotchi and I didn't notice anything last night. Unless..." Kenma rubs his chin while he investigates their surroundings. "Ah, here they are."

Broken tree branches, several paw prints and pieces of their stolen food are lying around.

"It seems we got raided by wild animals."

Akaashi crosses his arms making a grave expression. "Those were our supplies until we reached the next town, which I estimate is two days far. We're in a predicament if we must keep battling that long without food."

"I'll get us something to eat."

"Yeah, you can do it Kageyama!" cheers Hinata.

"Hmph, just wait and see." The archer wields his bow at the sight of a potential prey in the distance, a huge dotted deer. His perfect stance and the lack of wind are ideal for a straight shot, but when he bends his left arm over his shoulder he touches at emptiness instead of the arrows in his quiver. "...Huh?"

"Pfff, you forgot to restock on arrows."

"Urgh, shut up boke, I crafted more just before I went to sleep! I don't know where they've gone to, they should be in here."

"It's the animals' revenge for killing their friends, they must have stolen your arrows."

Akaashi snorts a giggle, "While it's true most animals dislike Kageyama-san I doubt they'd be so smart to contrive such a vengeance."

"I know, whoever it was I bet 'Tsumu can track them down by their scent, right?"

They all stare at the blonde, who's been oddly tranquil about this whole situation considering how gluttonous he is.

"I've got a pretty bad cold," he coughs and sniffles dramatically loud, "so my nose isn't in top shape; besides, ain't yer search dog."

"Sorry 'Tsumu, I thought-"

"Chiiiirp!!"

All of a sudden Tamagotchi starts pecking on Atsumu's head, tugging at his hair on a vicious attack not even Kenma understands.

"Get this annoyin' fly off me, would ya?" he swats his hand.

"Chirp, chirp, chiiiiiiirp!!"

Atsumu whispers baring his fangs, "You better not say a word or I'll have you for breakfast. I'm still veeery hungry."

"Chi-chirp..." the small chick tucks itself in its master's hood, silenced for good.

"I could join the hunt too," Akaashi suggests creating a fire orb with his wand, yet Kenma stops him before he can cast it.

"That would be a waste of mana we'll require for battle."

"And you'd roast the meat," Kageyama adds more preoccupied about the cooking process.

"Then what shall we do?"

Kenma taps on his PSP device where he keeps a digital map of the area instead of the worn off scroll Hinata uses as a guide.

"Let's see. There's a river nearby that leads to a lake in the forest," he points ahead. "We can probably fetch some fish from it."

"A wise solution Kozume-san. Let's avoid fighting until we've eaten a proper meal."

The group walks by the riverside following Kenma's direction with one member falling behind the others — behind the Hero, rather.

"Are you okay 'Tsumu?" Hinata asks.

"Feelin' kinda sick, I've told ya."

"Why don't you guard our camp then? That way our things will be safe while we return. You can rest in Kenma's tent if you want."

"His tent huh," he smirks. "Sounds fine to me. I'll make sure nothin' else goes missin'."

"Don't touch anything," Kenma warns.

Atsumu waves them off while they continue towards the lake. Scintillating rays of light seep through a mantle of green leaves above their heads until the sound of the flowing current drowns into the lake. A place of repose if they'd ever seen one, with clear water to quell their thirst and fish to sate their stomachs. Kageyama and Hinata take off their clothes to dive in right away; hunger is stronger than shyness and this may as well become another competition to see who's better.

"Look at this one Kageyama, it's huge!"

The archer glares seeing his catch. "Mine is bigger," he huffs hoisting his own.

"No way, let's compare their sizes to- ACK!"

A surprise tail flip takes the Hero unawares, getting a slap on the face before the fish makes its escape with a grand splash.

"Never underestimate your prey," Kenma laughs watching from the shore, although his mage companion doesn't seem to be enjoying himself as much. Or is he? It's difficult to tell as he oogles at Hinata's body —wet and bare in all its glory — underneath his black mage hat without uttering a word.

"Akaashi-saaaan, come help us!"

".........Yes." He gets up and step by step he approaches the brink where the redhead awaits.

"I thought you didn't want to swim." Kenma blinks as Akaashi takes off his robe with the full intention of getting naked. "Wait, this is weird," he reacts grabbing him by the shoulder, shifting him around to see his face. His emotionless expression —more so than the usual— says something is very wrong.

"Let me go...Hinata wants this..." Akaashi mumbles dropping his pants. He reveals a bulge that shouldn't be as prominent, and it's growing bigger due to the Hero's proximity.

"Stop him, hooo!"

Bokuto and Tamagotchi fly in front of him.

"It's the incubus curse, he needs his suppressing medicine!"

"R-right, let me handle it." Kenma fumbles inside the satchel where he keeps his vials and bottles, but the pills he made specifically to keep Akaashi's curse under control are gone.

Kageyama springs into action as the mage tries to get rid of his underwear. "Tch, Kozume, let's cuff him 'till he calms down."

"Damn it, this is such a pain... I should have some extra medicine ingredients in my tent."

The redhead scurries away sensing danger.

"I'll bring them here!" he says as he goes to grab his clothes. He's about to get dressed when he realizes a vital piece has disappeared from the bunch. "Not my underwear too, what the heck is happening?!"

Again, some paw prints have been left behind by the culprit. However this time the thief has been more careless, perhaps too impatient to hide since they've left a trail that leads the Hero back to their campsite.

"So Kenma's tent is its next target. I doubt that thing's hungry after eating all our food, but I'll be ready just in case." Hinata grips on his sword, then rushes into the tent for a rapid ambush. "Paws up or I'll cut y- eh?"

What Hinata expected to be a wild boar or even a bear is actually a human being, just not quite since they have a fox tail and ears.

"Geh!"

"...'Tsumu?"

The blonde is lying flat on his stomach, caught while he was humping at Kenma's futon in a distinctively sexual motion.

"I wasn't sniffin' anythin' weird!!"

Whatever he's attempting to hide beneath his chest must be a recent spoil of his, which Hinata has recognized thanks to his keen eye.

"D-don't stare at me like that, they're definitely not yer undergarments," he lies through his teeth in a sad attempt to feign ignorance.

"How and why did you get these?"

"I said they aren't yours."

"I'd remember what my briefs look like."

"Whaddaya know you lil' cocksucker!"

The way he lashes out urges Hinata to take a step backwards, chilled by Atsumu's eyes turning a pretty yet frightening amethyst hue.

"Bahaha, that's right Shouyou-kun," he stands up unknowingly showing his tented pants. "I saw what you were doin' with Kenma-kun. Who knew the Hero was really a whore that loves givin' sloppy blowjobs at night, so much for the virtuous act. Even I fell for it y'know."

"It's not what it- well, it is, but-"

"It stinks," Atsumu glares down on him. "His bed smells so strongly of you I couldn't catch a wink, and then my body started reactin' to it... I followed yer scent on instinct and saw you at the lake, shakin' yer ass around."

"Didn't you say you couldn't smell earlier?"

"Yer so gullible it's kinda cute," he smirks. "I was so out of it that I borrowed Akaashi's medicine thinkin' it'd return me to normal as it does for him whenever he gets horny, sadly it doesn't work on kemonomimis like me."

"Horny," the redhead repeats as if he didn't believe a word in spite of his hard-on.

"I'm in heat."

Hinata scarcely remembers the term from one of Kenma's books.

"Creatures in heat become sexually receptive, seeking a suitable mate to breed with throughout their reproductive cycle."

"Normally I'd find anybody willin' to fuck, but we're in the middle of nowhere, so..."

"Before you continue," Hinata fidgets as he speaks, "what I did with Kenma wasn't for fun. It's a mana transfer spell that requires a bodily conductor from one to another, that's the simplest explanation he could give me."

"Then you aren't datin' and stuff?"

"We're just helping each other."

Atsumu's tail flicks rapidly. "Sorry about stealin' all the food, and yer briefs," he repents handing them over as silly as it looks. "Still, I need to do somethin' about this."

He means his lower parts, of course.

"If I don't I might lose control of myself sooner or later. I don't want to become a liability for ya," he droops his ears.

"What do you mean?"

"Yer scent puts me on edge, I can't explain why. I could jump at you any time so it's better if we stay far away lest I fall for the temptation. You understand, don'tcha?"

"I refuse."

"Eh?"

"I didn't abandon you before, and I won't do it now."

Ba-thump.

A memory long forgotten flashes before Atsumu's eyes. Rain and thunder hailed from the heavens. His brother Osamu and him taking shelter under a roof, their fur wet and covered in mud after being thrown away once again, tossed aside when their 'owners' found out they were kemonomimi. It's odd how fast love can turn into fear at the mention of their species, a scarring event ingrained in his brain.

"Leave me, please, I don't want to hurt you." His amethyst gaze glints growing less humane and more savage every second.

"You won't!" Hinata smiles as he takes him by the hand, guiding him to a puff where Kenma likes to laze on while he reads his books. Atsumu does his utmost to stay calm as the redhead helps him out of his clothes, unable to repress a blush from appearing when his cock pops up after removing his bottoms.

"Then touch me already."

The redhead relents by circling his cock within his fist. Atsumu hisses so loud he's afraid he must have pinched his fingers too tightly, but he begins thrusting his hips in a hurry to show his willingness. That first touch was just a warm-up though, and Hinata's hand moves along his motions with ease.

"Shit, shit Shouyou, feels so damn good," Atsumu moans as he fucks into his hand, focused on the stimulus of those fingers working miracles across his shaft. He had never imagined a handjob could be so pleasurable; Hinata is opening a whole new world for him one stroke at a time.

"Not so fast," Hinata chuckles pushing him down by the hips, compelling him to stay still while he takes over the reins. His pace turns sluggish and extremely gentle in his actions with a second hand joining the task. He curls his left snugly around the hilt while the right jerks at the rest of his length, tracing the shape of his bulging veins all the way to the head. Over and over again, each pump snatching a salacious groan from the blonde.

"Use yer mouth."

"Don't get greedy."

"Let's pretend yer suckin' out my mana, just like Kenma-kun has taught you."

"How convenient," he squeezes his index and thumb around the tip wondering how much mana could he gain from it. Probably a lot going by how hard he is and the thickness of the substance oozing from his slit. He gives his frenulum a lick and more drools out.

"Yer...gonna drive me insane..."

Hinata's intention is to prevent that from happening so he decides to take drastic measures. He cups at Atsumu's balls to get his undivided attention, carefully rolling them in his palm for a moment; the blonde gasps looking at him in the eyes. There's a spark of mischief and —Atsumu wishes— interest reflected in them as he smooches at the head with a smirk shaping his velvety lips.

"I'll take care of you whenever you're in heat, but promise you'll stay with us till the end."

These words mark a compromise of sorts. Is a blowjob from the Hero worth the possible dangers he'd have to face in the future?

"Fuck yeah."

"No regrets now, hm?"

"Like hell I- o-ooh crap," he twitches as Hinata swallows his cock midway, then pulls back lapping at the tip before diving in again. Atsumu braces for the blowjob of his dreams gripping at the puff over his head, arching his body as to reach deeper inside Hinata's lovely mouth.

"He's really feeling it," Hinata muses. He grabs onto Atsumu's taut thighs and slowly engulfs him whole, thankful for all the previous experience he's gotten with Kenma so he can now deepthroat without choking. After many head bobs his jaw needs a break, so he uses his tongue to keep lavishing his cock with affection rolling it around with zeal.

"Holy shit..."

An inner tremor shakes Atsumu's every fiber of his body and Hinata feels it as well — he won't stop throbbing. He has let out a spurt of warning, its taste rich and different from Kenma's own, though just as arousing. Unfortunately that small of a quantity won't do if he wants to cure his condition. In a last effort Hinata wraps his fingers around the bottom and slides them towards the opposite side feeling it swell to its limit, tinged a red shade as he rapidly sucks on the head at the same time.

"Shouyou-kun, Sho, hnghh!!"

The sweet sound of release. The blonde groans as he tiptoes on the floor, head thrown back and hips ramming upwards while Hinata tugs at his erection. A gush spills out with several streaks that land everywhere on his abs and Hinata's face, although he doesn't halt his hand until he hears a low whine that says 'enough'.

"Woah."

It's a nice sight to witness. Atsumu's shaft flopped on his cum-stained stomach, the thigh spasms and his eyes rolled to the roof let him know he's been successfully tamed. His chest heaves fast and Hinata decides to let him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm for a while longer.

"Hey, 'Tsumu?" He brushes his hand across his cheek, the mild contact snapping the other out of his trance. He can't talk out of tiredness but he licks at Hinata's fingers just like a puppy grateful for a treat, gazing at him with fondness in his eyes. "Ah, they're normal now!" he's relieved seeing their brown color.

"......I'll stay."

"Hum?"

"I promise."

"Great! Do you think you can sleep?"

There's a sudden bomb of smoke and Atsumu reappears in his fox form, then runs under the kotatsu tucking himself in.

"Have a good rest!"

The little fox whimpers as he leaves.

"Need anything else?"

He peeks beneath the blanket. "I'll behave from now on," he speaks on a whisper too low to hear, "so don't abandon me, 'kay."

"Liar," Hinata giggles.

- - -

"Took you long enough."

"Sorry Kenma, on the bright side I've brought Akaashi's medicine and caught our thief too."

Kageyama wiggles a brow, "Kozume put him to sleep with a spell. Tell us what happened."

And so Hinata does the storytelling from the morning food raid to their missing items, and lastly the reason behind Atsumu's actions.

"I see, he saw us then..."

"What's this mana transfer thing?" Kageyama asks oblivious as ever.

"That's a secret between nerd-kun, Shouyou and I." Atsumu steps in behind Hinata.

"You're back!"

"I hope you didn't leave fox hair in my bed," Kenma grimaces.

"Could've left somethin' worse if Shouyou-kun joined me, get what I mean?"

They shoot each other a glare at the sassy comment.

"So who stole my arrows?" the archer hums.

"There was a strange scent around the camp, another shape-shiftin' creature I couldn't recognize. It wasn't a kemonomimi though."

"Perhaps a transformation spell," Kenma suspects eyeing the clues. Their real origin is easy to guess — a small feline, likely a cat.

"But why would anyone want them?"

Kageyama's question remains a mystery, although they'd soon find out, for a greater evil lies ahead.

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Somber clouds shroud the sky perpetually above this accursed piece of land where a castle stands atop of a mountain, reigning over barren fields swarming with monsters who feed on its layer of miasma, that which corrupts the air and everything around it. No trees can bear fruit surrounded by purple poisonous rivers, in a ground scarred from gruesome battles over the ages where many have breathed their last. Brave warriors, expert wizards or almighty fighters — only ashes and bones remain of them along rusted weapons impaled to mark their final resting places, left before the castle doors to serve as an eery warning for future guests.

Who might be sovereign to such a desolate kingdom? Only a monster itself could, something or someone strong enough to make all these evil creatures do their bidding, most likely soulless from perpetrating one massacre after another while spreading their dark aura, further sinking the world into despair. People fear it crawled from the burning depths of hell, its appearance too horrid to describe and even worse to witness. That's why old tales say the devil dwells in this castle, a murderous fiend born with sworn hatred to humanity and the power to destroy it, and so the ancients named him—

"Yahoooo, the protagonist is finally here!"

The massive castle doors swing open to welcome a man who struts in as if he owned the place — though he actually might as he walks across the red carpet that ends under a golden throne adorned with jewels planted in the middle of a huge hall. Around it there are bizarre paintings, stained glass windows and chandeliers decorating the room which he lits up magically by snapping his fingers; once that's done he gets comfortable taking a seat with his legs crossed.

"I said I'M HERE!!"

His voice echoes within the castle walls, yet no answer comes.

"Is nobody home?" he sulks.

Just then a black cat with mane akin to a rooster head appears from the shadows.

"What do you want Oikawa?"

"I've told you a million times not to call me that."

"So annoying... Fine, Demon King."

Two horns are proof of his demonic lineage and his fine attire shows his status among the elite: dark grey cape with a straight up collar and a skull-shaped brooch to keep it in place, a matching set of sleeved long vest and trousers, plus a pair of fashionable thigh-high white boots. Not quite the monster the tales speak of, but a handsome one.

"That's not how you talk to your boss."

"Whatever, at least I showed up didn't I?"

"Where are Kiyoko-chan and the others?"

"She went to get potion ingredients, you know her minions never leave her side."

"I didn't order them to do that."

"Nobody warned us you'd be back so early, we've got things to do too," the cat turns around as if heading back to his room.

"H-hey, don't ignore me!" Oikawa stands up reaching his arm out like he's just been abandoned by his pet instead of the other way around. It seems that despite his prowess he's treated like an annoyance rather than royalty even by his subjects.

"...If you know what's good for your friend."

The cat stops moving all of a sudden.

"Tch, no need to threaten me, I've done what you've asked me to."

Oikawa taps a finger on his throne, "Then let's see it before I get angry, little Kuroo-neko."

As requested the cat changes into his original form, that of a man with a red coat from which he produces a wooden arrow. He makes it levitate pointing the tip at Oikawa, then sends it flying straight at him. The Demon King lifts a finger freezing it in the air before it pierces right through his forehead.

"Careful with these toys, they can be pretty dangerous," he smirks as he lets the arrow fall on his hand, feeling the carved motifs only a deft hunter would bother to add.

"Still keeping an eye on that guy huh."

"I'm not," he frowns focused on the traces of mana left by its previous owner. "Blah, he's learning way too fast. What a pain in the ass."

"Liar, I know you've been stalking that archer on your crystal ball ever since-"

"It's not my fault he joined the Hero... Well, that's okay, I'll kill two birds with one stone."

A flame erupts from Oikawa's palm incinerating the arrow to nothingness as the light reflects on his slitted crimson irises.

Kuroo shivers at his bloodthirsty aura, but quickly shakes it off by changing topics.

"So there, I did my job. What about your highness?"

Oikawa bats his lashes innocently, or so he tries.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb now. When was the last time you attacked a village? Destroyed a kingdom? Kidnapped somebody? Stole a-"

"I- I stole something today!" the Demon King claims proudly, revealing a bag of milk bread —his favorite— he'd hidden under his cape.

"What a bounty, I bet that ruined some poor baker's business," Kuroo sneers.

"Yup, the owner was so angry he chased me out of town wielding a rolling pin."

"Pfff-"

"Shaddap or I'll turn you into a frog."

"Next escapade out of the castle remember to bring me mackerel pike." The red mage shrugs his shoulders dismissively, and then he disappears stepping inside his own shadow.

Once again the Demon King is alone, and with nobody around to pester boredom settles in as it always does, so he decides to take a peek at the crystal ball in his room. He walks past empty hallways in which only his steps are heard until he reaches his private chamber, the largest one in the castle full of treasures and rare books collected throughout his travels. The distant rumbling of thunder makes him look from the balcony, gazing at his kingdom in all its ominousness.

"Boooooring," he huffs placing a hand under his chin while he stares into the horizon.

For you see, even someone as strong as the Demon King needs entertainment. At first challengers from other lands came to fight him often, but once he wiped enough their numbers dwindled until none dared to appear.

"That was self-defense though, they just barged in my property without invitation...to kill me, no less. How rude is that?" he muses.

And so many cities have been torn asunder by his previous reincarnations he doesn't have much left to destroy, his options being harmless villages or cities that wouldn't pose a threat, nor would give him any satisfaction.

Here languishes the feared Demon King, resorting to petty thievery and magic pranks to scare his victims as means for amusement. Occasionally he'd also seduce humans he finds attractive for a spell, yet none have truly sated his cravings. To make things worse wherever he goes beasts appear lured by his demonic aura, so he must keep his visits outside brief lest they spoil the fun.

"I wonder what they're doing~" he hums lying on his enormous bed, summoning a crystal ball above his head to stalk his prey from the safety of his room — a new hobby to pass time. "Let's tune in on the Hero's party, hehe!"

As he commands the ball displays the group led by Hinata wandering around a forest. They befriend every other traveler they meet, visit towns never seen before with excitement in their eyes and fight creatures that test their teamwork. Sometimes they make it alive by a miracle, others by luck, but usually it's thanks to Kenma's healing spells.

"Guess it was a good idea to let him live," Oikawa grins, "and I get a free slave too."

Like a spectacle just for him, he spends hours on end watching his crystal ball fascinated by the Hero's adventures till the weak rays of sunlight that enter his room dim down and pitch darkness consumes them.

"This is strictly work-related research, I must know what my enemies are up to," he justifies himself as he stares at his nemesis — the savior child with red hair prophecies foretell is born two years after the Demon King reincarnates, cursing them both to fight in a battle to the death as every other Hero has faced the Demon King before them. Its result marks an age of prosperity or calamity according to whoever survives, end and beginning of a new cycle until the next generation is born bound by the same fate.

Hinata smiles as he swings his sword and Oikawa's stomach revolts for some reason.

"You had everything I didn't chibi-chan. A loving family, friends, a normal childhood... How's that fair? Why couldn't I be happy instead?"

Painful recollections of living in the streets plague his mind with noone to rely on but himself and his transfered ability for the black arts. The Demon King had no family, no relatives, his mother merely an empty vessel that died shortly after birth. He clung to life by hiding his identity, stealing and begging until he became an adult at the age of sixteen, when his past knowledge finally returned and presented him with enough power to take anything he wanted by force, turning him into the selfish and narcissistic ruler he is today.

"I'll be happier if you die, right?" he says poking at the crystal ball. It now shows Kageyama helping Hinata out of a mud hole. "And you too Tobio-chan, we'll settle what we started at the hunters' village very soon."

After Hinata emerges covered in mud the scenery changes to a river bank. The redhead starts removing his chest plate, his gloves next, and Oikawa doesn't blink at all because he has realized he's getting completely naked.

A pair of googly eyes reveal his awe once his clothes go off.

"Wow, I didn't expect that from a shorty."

He should probably stop leering already, his face is getting hotter by the minute and he feels like he's witnessing something forbidden even for an evildoer of his level.

"Uwaaah." Oikawa covers his eyes with his hands yet keeps peeking in between fingers to see Hinata bend over to retrieve his clothes, buttocks on full view for the audience. He feels the irresistible need to palm at his crotch and he's about to give in to the temptation when the door slams open.

"Hey Oikawa, I have news for-"

"Geh!"

"...My bad," Kuroo apologizes and immediately turns around as if he'd seen nothing, but he's not getting away that easily.

"Wait, I was just a-anal-analyzing m-my enemy!"

"Not the best choice of words," Kuroo jokes glancing at the saucy image shown on the crystal ball. Oikawa panics and the orb cracks open with how hard he throws it away.

"W-what did you want, anyways?"

"Shimizu brought a special potion for you. Come to our laboratory later," he wiggles a brow, "once you've washed your hands."

"I'll just vent my frustration on these guys," Oikawa smirks eyeing the shattered fragments on the floor, each of them reflecting a member of the Hero's party. "Specially Mr. Hunter, you've survived my curses once...but will you the next time?"

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What is the Demon King like? Does he have a weakness? Where is his hideout? Who are his allies? There are too many questions still unanswered regarding the final boss. Any adventurers worth their salt understand fighting an unknown enemy spells defeat, and so the Hero has set up for a quest to gain such knowledge. Throughout their search the group has arrived to a town that serves as a crossing point on the outskirts of Tokyo, famous for its busy taverns where people from everywhere trade goods or information alike. It's a perfect spot to gather intel and replenish strength after days of travel, savoring the mead that flows like water all night long in these dens for ruffians and shady dealers. Hinata has to muster his courage before he steps in one of them —it's dark, noisy and full of strong-looking men— but the mood is quite lively unlike what he had expected, mostly thanks to the alcohol.

"Did you hear about the archery tournament?"

"I saw an announcement on the town's news board, but nobody knows who's hosting it."

"Who cares, the winning prize is a hundred gold coins! I'd be set for life with that much!"

Kageyama's ears twitch at the mention of 'archery' and 'prize.' "Boke, listen to these," he tugs at Hinata's sleeve, making his half empty jar shake along its content.

"Huuuh? Whaddaya want?" a tipsy Hinata replies flushed from the beverage intake.

"Are you seriously drunk already?"

"It seems Shouyou-kun is a lightweight, ain't that cute?" Atsumu chuckles as he chugs down his third jar without problem.

"I'm not- hicc! A li- lightweight! I'll prove it!" Tamagotchi wobbles atop of Hinata's head while he tries to form a coherent speech, rambling about how manly it is to finish a single jar holding it up triumphantly. A heroic deed given his inability to hold in his liquor.

"Let's make that the last or I'm afraid you'll have to crawl back to the inn," Akaashi snickers at the embarrassing show. His head remains clear as ever since he only took a couple sips, being the responsible one of the party.

"Nah-uh, you can give me a piggyback ride, that's what friends are for- hicc!"

"To carry your drunk ass?" Kageyama grunts.

"Ahem. I don't mind keeping an eye on him tonight if I must," Akaashi offers, "my bed is-"

Atsumu slams his jar on the table. "Fuck you perv, ya think yer gettin' away with that?! I bet you'd rub one out while Shouyou's asleep!"

The mage shoots him a glare, "I wouldn't do anything without his consent."

"That ain't the point."

"Besides, I share a room with Kozume-san. He can attest that my behavior is always-"

They look at Kenma, whose gaze is hazy and lost staring blankly into the distance. His drink is empty as well, but at what cost?

"...I suppose I'll carry Kozume-san."

"Aaand I'll deal with Shouyou-kun."

With that Kageyama is left to do the eavesdropping on his own — almost alone if not for Bokuto perched on his shoulder.

"What a troublesome bunch, good thing Akaashi-san sent me to collect info earlier."

"Found anything interesting?"

"Of course, hoo-hoo! It seems an archery tournament will take place tomorrow at the town plaza, that's why there are so many hunters around... I had to avoid some arrows on the way here so I couldn't keep looking."

"Isn't it strange though? The reward is too generous for a normal competition."

"Hey, hey, why don't you join and find out? Maybe someone among the participants can tell us about the Demon King's whereabouts."

Kageyama bundles his fists excitedly forgetting all his previous suspicions, "Yuss, I've been itching to test what I've learnt!"

- - -

"A HUNDRED GOLD COINS, REALLY?!"

"Unghh...not so loud 'Tsumu, it hurts a lot," Hinata groans, so does Kenma buried like a mole under the bed blanket. His healing spells can cure the gravest of wounds but they're ineffective against a simple hungover, meaning they'll be suffering the consequences of their drinking for a while.

"Screw the Demon King, we can buy an endless supply of onigiri. Heck, a whole rice field! Then hire 'Samu as our personal cook."

"That does sound nice," the archer drools.

"It could cover our traveling expenses until we find the Demon King," suggests Akaashi.

"I'll join. Odds are we can find other travelers who can give us clues on where to go next."

Hinata grins, "You just wanna show off."

"Shut up scrub."

"Gyah! D-don't grab my head, it'll explode!"

Akaashi sighs as he brews a smelly concoction in a pot borrowed from Kenma.

"I'll take care of these two for the time being. Bokuto-san will go in my stead and we'll meet at the plaza once they've recovered, okay?"

"I'm stayin' with Shouyou-kun, can't leave him alone in yer grubby hands," Atsumu sulks.

A voice comes off from beneath the blanket fort, "Don't talk like I'm not here, dumb fox."

"And Kageyama-san could use your advice on mana control during the tournament, right?"

"Actually..." the archer nods timidly.

"Tch! Fine, I'll do it for the gold but you guys better not do anythin' fun without me."

In the end Atsumu drags his feet behind Kageyama and Bokuto flying by their side.

"Well then, open up," Akaashi holds a spoon filled to the brink with a stinky green glop that's surely bitter if not downright disgusting.

"BLEEGH!!"

- - -

"Woah, where did these people come from?" the blonde mumbles as they push their way through the plaza bustling with travelers, all of them armed with bows and quivers ready to claim the large bounty for themselves. It's obvious some are experts hunters going by the scars on their skin and their calm yet overbearing presence. Atsumu instinctively hides his tail between his legs —not in vain Kemonomimi fur is a popular trophy for certain nobles— while Bokuto sneaks in his kariginu robe, peeking safely from the collar.

"Scaaary. Are you ready to compete against them?" their owl friend asks.

"Where the heck're ya touchin' kiddo?"

"M-my apologies sir, your bow is so impressive I couldn't help myself. What material is it made of? Is it heavy to wield? How long have you been practicing archery?"

"There he goes again, hoo..."

The childish curiosity in Kageyama's eyes is evident surrounded by his kin, not afraid in the slightest of men who easily double his size. He's pestering every single one with questions until Atsumu runs out of patience, yanking at him by the cape to keep moving.

"Quit nerdin' or you'll be late for sign ups!"

"Dammit, I got carried away."

No man has ever ran faster than Kageyama did to the reception booth. A serious girl with a black dress, dark blue hair, glasses and a beauty mark below her lips hands him a list and an inked feather. She must be in charge.

"Please sign here, we're about to begin."

"Are you the tournament host?"

"Our patron wishes to remain anonymous. However, rest assured the prize will be provided to the winner...if there is one," she smirks.

"Holy crap, is that Kageyama?!"

A loud voice calls out before he can inquire further. It belongs to a man with a turnip-shaped hairdo, waving his arm at him.

"Kindaichi... Good to see you again."

"You could sound a bit more surprised," Kunimi appears from behind his partner.

"What brings you guys so far from the hunter's village?"

"Same thing as you," Kindaichi says, "this tournament is big news. We had to see it for ourselves after word reached our hometown."

"We knew you'd come since you've always liked challenges. Don't expect any mercy from us though, we're going to bag in that gold."

Kageyama squints at Kunimi, "I was here by luck but I'll be glad to show you how much I've improved since the last time we met."

"Hah, same old Kageyama. Let's get going Kunimi, we have to tune our bows."

The bored-looking archer glances back, "...Don't disappoint us, fallen king."

"Yo, Tobio-kun," Atsumu steps ahead once they've left. "Are these yer friends? They're wearin' the same hunter clothes as you."

"They used to be," he hangs his head down for a moment, then shakes it rapidly. "We're just rivals now, let's go to the shooting area."

When they arrive there's a long line of archers waiting with targets already designated for each of them. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, plus to make things easier they're allowed to use their personal bows so long they're the traditional type. The quivers are provided by the tournament host and its arrows are quite beautiful, carved in some kind of black material similar to onyx yet light as oak. Kageyama takes position with Atsumu and Bokuto as close spectators.

"Welcome one and all to this archery tournament, where your skills will be tested until a sole participant remains," the girl from the reception speaks aloud. "As you can see there's a target in the distance. All you're asked for is to always hit the center. Now...shoot, and prove your worth!"

A myriad of arrows rain at once upon their targets. It's a simple task meant to tell apart a real archer from any novice lured in by the promise of riches — many are eliminated right away. The next trial becomes a bit harder as the targets start swinging like a pendulum imbued by magic, or so it looks like since the dark-haired girl is moving her index finger as though she's commanding them.

"That's totally cheatin'," Atsumu mumbles.

Bokuto's feathers get ruffled staring at her, "I'm getting a bad feeling...she's too pretty!"

"Is that all yer worried about, Bokkun?"

That trial gets rid of most of the competition without experience dealing with living beings. Only the most adept hunters are still in the game, but even they should have trouble with the third; a gust of wind shakes the targets.

"A true archer can shoot true regardless of how unfavorable the weather condition are," the girl announces summoning a tempest.

"Kgh- I can't keep my arrow steady," Kageyama fidgets gripping at his bow.

"Have you forgotten what I've taught you?"

"Huh?"

The half-fox shrugs his shoulders, "You just hafta make it fly straight, don'tcha? If you charge it with strong mana it won't miss."

Kageyama glances at Kindaichi and Kunimi, both extremely focused on aiming properly despite having to fight against adversity.

"I can't fall behind. I won't fall behind."

He breathes in and out slowly, his gaze sharp and his mind clear to put everything into this shot. His arrow is enveloped by a dim glow and his fingers aren't trembling anymore as he lets go of the bowstring — the arrow breaks through the air with a whistling noise.

"UWOOOHHH!!!"

The crowd cheers at a golden bullseye hit.

"I did it."

"Hell yeah, I can taste that onigiri," Atsumu's chest is bloated as if he'd done all the job.

"Congratulations," Kindaichi extends his hand.

In the heat of the moment Kageyama hadn't realized the other hunters have missed.

"Th-thank you," he nods shaking Kunimi's too, who speaks in a bitter tone.

"Guess you'll have to represent the hunter's village this once. Make us proud."

"You haven't won yet, don't get confident," Kindaichi warns, "...that guy is no joke."

One rival stands. A mysterious cloaked man.

"Go silent archer, you can do it!" a girl shouts.

Bokuto flies on Kageyama's shoulder to relay some information. "He hasn't spoken to anyone since the tournament begun, people say he's mute since he communicates by writing and- oh, careful, he's coming!"

The man pulls out a notebook and a pen from beneath his garment, writing his message in a rather immature style of handwriting.

"Took you ages to shoot, I was getting so bored I thought I'd fall asleep."

Kageyama flinches, "That's rude."

"A lucky shot isn't enough to beat me. I'll teach you what a professional can do."

For the final challenge there's a weird target in the form of a human rather than a round one. What could be the gimmick this time? Once again the girl gives a brief explanation.

"This trial will test your resolution to win. These targets can create an illusion only the ones who aim at it can see. You must pierce the targets heart, there are no tricks to it."

It sounds too easy compared to the previous trials, conspicuously so. Kageyama takes a moment to assess his rival; he adopts a practiced stance that reminds him of the hunter's village style, although more lax than his own it's proven to be just as precise. He gets an arrow and readies his hand, but the moment he pulls on his bowstring the target starts morphing into something — no, someone dear to him, his former instructor.

"Grandpa?" he blinks trying to get rid of the tears blurring his vision, forcing himself to point at him. His pulse trembles unable to attack even though he knows it's a fake.

"Calm down Kageyama, there's nothing there," Bokuto whispers from his shoulder.

The sound of wood being hit says his rival hasn't missed increasing the pressure to a breaking point as tears roll down his cheeks.

"Shit!" he closes his eyes before shooting and nothing but silence is heard for a while.

"...We have a winner. The mysterious archer!"

An explosion of cheers acclaims the hunter who approaches Kageyama as he writes.

"Is that your best?"

"No, I couldn't-"

"Losers are always alone. Remember that."

The man scribbles a smiley face sticking out its tongue, shuts his notebook and leaves without bothering to claim his gold coins. His biggest prize must have been how he'd emerged victorious and the sense of accomplishment.

"Kageyamaaaa! We're here!"

He quickly wipes away his tears of shame before Hinata sees him up close.

"You were super cool!"

"I lost."

"Yeah, but the way you beat everyone else was amazing! Your arrows went WOOSH and THUNK right in the middle so many times!"

"You used your mana correctly," Kenma adds.

"Enough of this friendship bullshit Tobio-kun, how am I gettin' infinite onigiri now?"

"Alone?" Kageyama grins to himself, "I don't think so."

"Take a look at this Akaashi-san." Bokuto flies over to him carrying an arrow gifted to the participants in his claws.

"What a peculiar... Wait, this is-"

"It emanates a strange aura."

Hinata checks it out with interest, "Oohh, it has nice motifs, can I-"

Sadly as soon as he touches the arrow it crumbles into a sparkling dark dust.

"Boke, why did you break it?!"

Akaashi makes a concerned frown, "This confirms my suspicions. They were crafted by the Demon King, there's no mistaking it."

"It's repulsive somehow," the white mage winces moving away from it.

"Yes, the same energy Bokuto-san and I felt when we were cursed. Furthermore it's incompatible with Hinata's mana, so they can't come into contact. I'm shocked he didn't get sick immediately after-"

"U-urk..." the redhead burps covering his mouth, his skin suddenly more pale. "I think I'm still...hungover, b-be right back. Unngh!"

- - -

"This tournament was such a pain," the blue-haired receptionist sighs.

A reunion takes place in a somber alleyway nearby with two people hiding in the shadows.

"I had soooo much fun! Knowing Tobio-chan still sucks put my mind at ease, heehee."

"Let's stop this facade, I've used most of my MP on these stupid archery trials."

The girl snaps her fingers and her plain dress disappears, turning into a black skin-tight suit with a corset, long gloves and high-heeled boots revealing her true nature: a horned succubus with wings and a tail that ends in a heart shape. One of the highest ranked devils.

"Thanks for indulging me Kiyoko-chan, I might reward you today. How about a date with the one and only," a cloak drops on the floor around the man's feet, "Demon King!"

His offer is ignored completely as the succubus draws a red sigil on the ground.

"I don't understand your silly whims. What do you hope to gain from annoying that boy?"

"Don't underestimate me, there's nothing better than inflicting mental damage on your enemies before you crush them. Anyways, back to our date..."

Kiyoko gives him no quarter vanishing into thin air after she steps on the circle.

"Oh well, at least I've enjoyed myself."

A few minutes later the Hero arrives to the same alleyway be it by chance or destiny.

"Geez, I almost puked in front of everyone," he sprints looking for the loneliest spot he can find in case his stomach betrays him again. In his hurry he steps on something that cracks under his weight, and removing his feet he notices it's red chalk. "Kids must have been playing here," he chuckles at the odd drawings he concludes they've left behind.

Years ago he used to be great at these street games, specially the one where he had to hop back and forth on numbers. For some reason he gets an urge to reenact those happy days at his village — a single jump should suffice.

"One, two, and..."

His foot sinks in the magic portal followed by the rest of his body.

"Thre-eeeAAAAGHH!!!"

Chapter Text

Darkness, dizziness and the chilly sensation of lying on a cold floor. That's all the Hero feels until a faint presence sneaks closer.

"Mreoowwrr?"

The light tickle of whiskers on his cheek and loud purring wakes him up from his sleep.

"...Kitty?" Hinata sits straight while he rubs his eyes. He's dragged to reality by a small black cat with a red collar from which a bell hangs and jingles — then again that's probably the least of his problems looking at his surroundings. Perhaps he's actually having some sort of lucid dream. Thanks to the feeble candle lights on the walls he can make out tables covered on books, flasks with bubbly liquids, severed animal parts preserved within jars and dissected beasts among other macabre miscellany. It looks alike to Kenma's tower room; a mix of a laboratory and a library, just more somber.

"Where am I?"

As if wanting to answer that the cat walks to the back of the room meowing at him. Hinata's feet bump on abandoned moldy scrolls and corpses of insects grateful for the cat's company, insurance that despite the dirt he won't have to fight any squeaky creatures. What he finds further ahead makes him freeze on the spot as a shiver runs up his spine — large tubes filled with a green substance, and inside said substance float human forms in a state of peaceful lethargy. Dread like he's never felt before builds in his stomach seeing the bodies' appearance. Men whose hair is orange as his own, with his exact body complexion and facial features. Perfect copies of him down to every detail.

"This is a dream, right?" the redhead chuckles nervously, "I wasn't feeling good after watching that archery tournament... Right, it's the hungover! I probably passed out somewhere!" he nods to himself, "I bet Kageyama and the others are looking for me right now. I just gotta wait 'till I wake up."

"Meow?" Even the feline gives him an incredulous look, slowly waving its tail. Hinata dismisses it petting its head.

"Are you going to show me more places?"

"Maaaawww." With a swift hop the cat escapes on top of a bookshelf that acts as a bed where he closes his eyes for a nap.

"I'll take that as a no," he pouts. "Staying here would be boring, might as well see what this dream is about." Once he opens the heavy wooden door he's met with a hallway made of stone walls that expand left and right without any signs of where to go. There's an unsettling silence as he turns left following the line of chandeliers above, but at least the air isn't as stale as it was in the laboratory.

"Stop right there intruder!!"

Hinata flinches at the warning.

"You thought you could get away from the guardians of this castle?" says another voice.

"Turn around slowly or we'll burn you to a crisp."

Obeying their instructions Hinata finds out who these 'guardians' are: two men with pale grey skin tone and fuchsia hair —one is nearly bald while the other has a spiky rooster style— who wear black one-piece body suits and boots. They look too funny to be safekeeping anything, though their tiny horns indicate they're truly demons of a low rank.

"Sorry, I'm kinda lost."

The shorter spiky-haired demon smirks, "Who do you think you're fooling with that excuse?"

"No way in hell bro, noone's gonna barge in here by accident," the taller one glares at him, leaning onwards in a thuglike stance.

Hinata shakes his head, "I swear it's true! I just woke up in that lab and-"

"Wait a sec. These clothes, that orange hair... He must be one of these things huh."

"Ohh, that makes sense since he came out of Kiyoko-sama's lab!"

Both demons share a glance as if they've reached a mutual understanding of the situation, then the bald one continues talking.

"Alright newbie, we'll show you around. That shady mage would kill us if one of his precious experiments went missing so... I'm Tanaka, and since you just arrived that makes me your demon senior."

"O-okay, nice to meet you Tanaka-senpai."

"And I'm Nishinoya!" the other thumbs at himself, "But you can call me Noya for short."

"Noya-senpai," Hinata bows respectfully.

"Hehe, you learn quickly unlike the last ones," Nishinoya smiles rather pleased with his title.

"Last ones?"

Tanaka elbows at his friend's side not to disclose more than necessary, "Ahem! Let's go then."

"What a weird dream," Hinata thinks as he follows behind his touristic guide visiting most of the empty hallways, a kitchen in pretty bad shape, the majestic main salon, a withered inner garden and back to where they began. There's nothing left of the castle's former splendor, its last traces exposed solely on ancient pictures hung from its decrepit walls. The last spot they lead him to is a room.

"Here's where all the- I mean, where you'll stay until our boss wishes to see you."

"The castle's owner?"

Nishinoya looks away with a remorseful expression, "You're destined to meet him, it can't be helped. Goodbye Shouyou, do your best!" he sing-songs as he runs away.

"I didn't introduce myself, did I."

"That bigmouth talks too much," Tanaka grumbles. "Anyways, don't wander too far or you'll get eaten by the beasts outside the castle. It's nice acting as a senpai... Too bad it'll be another waste of time," he whispers before leaving Hinata alone in front of the room he's supposed to occupy. There's a single bed and no reason to waste time in a dream when he could be exploring instead.

"I still don't know where I am though," he says gazing towards the nearby balcony. Maybe if he checks outside he'll figure it out. As he takes a step towards the unknown he gets a bad omen seeing what lies beyond: a pestilent miasma oozes from the rivers corrupted by toxic fog, the sunlight is engulfed by blackened clouds and heartrending howls from monsters echo like a requiem for countless fallen travelers. The land reeks of death.

[ Final Dungeon: Demon King's Castle.

Recommended Level: Max.

Area Debuffs: Poisonous Aura.

Bosses: Demon King, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???

Number of defeated Heroes: +999. ]

"Enjoying the view, chibi-chan?"

Each and every hair of Hinata's body stands up when he hears the sassy voice behind him. Its source is another demon sharply dressed unlike the ones he's met earlier, his horns are larger —he'd daresay beautiful— and his aura is immensely more powerful, so much he can sense it despite his limited battle experience.

"You'll flatter me if you keep staring like that," the demon grins arching a brow.

"Uhh, my bad." Hinata's gaze darts down focused on the man's shiny boots.

"That's a reaction I haven't seen yet."

Tip tap. One step closer.

"Did you run away from the lab, hmm?"

Tip tap. Too close for comfort.

"I get rid of dull visitors fast, so you better answer me."

The Hero raises his head to look straight into the stranger's crimson eyes.

"I would never run away."

"Aha! I knew it, your gaze has a special glint! You must be an improved model."

"What do you mean?"

"...but your brain is still faulty," the demon sighs in disappointment.

"Wow, that's a really mean thing to say to someone you don't know."

"I know you better than anyone."

"Eh?"

"Oops, that slipped out," he winks and sticks out his tongue mockingly, "let's ignore that shall we? More importantly, you must be wondering why you've woke up in my castle."

So many strange things have happened since he gained consciousness that Hinata had lost track of his own dream's meaning, however now the only question in his mind is:

"Who are you?"

"And here I thought you were the best clone so far. Even the first ones knew who their mortal enemy was — me, the Demon King!" he proclaims with an air of grandeur.

Hinata twitches as though his brain has just been fried, "So it's a nightmare after all."

"As I was trying to explain you're merely a replica of the original Hero. Your stats, looks, and even personality are a carbon copy of him made for my amusement, ahahah!!"

All he gets in response is Hinata's blank stare.

Oikawa rolls his eyes, "Geez, you're slow on the uptake. Haven't you seen your brothers in these test tubes? I ordered my best mage to make them just so I could get practice."

"For what?"

"Ways to eliminate you, of course." The Demon King's malicious gaze sizzles as hell's flames. "I've already killed you in every way I could think of. Stabbing, slashing, burning, decapitation, hanging...each more bloody."

Suddenly Hinata feels like a lamb about to be preyed upon by a murderous fiend, struck by an unexplainable fear and unable to move a single muscle. "Then- a-are you going to-"

"Juuuust kidding, my magic is enough to utterly destroy anyone without resorting to physical violence," he sneers, "besides, these replicas were super boring. They were nothing but lifeless puppets swinging a sword, where's the fun in fighting something without feelings?"

"He sounds like a spoiled brat," the redhead muses trying to control his heartbeat.

"I told my servant to stop producing them a long time ago, but I guess he's been having fun playing dress up with the leftovers."

"What kind of pervert is that guy? I hope I woke up before he's back."

"He's got a whole wardrobe in his-" Oikawa goes silent for a moment followed by a devious grin. "Let's make a deal, chibi-chan," he puts up a charming smile to mask his real intentions. "You're at my mercy right now, however you seem to be different from the past heroes... It would be a pity to vaporize you, so why don't you become my servant?"

"Anything sounds better than getting vaporized," Hinata harrumphs.

"Great, it's a deal then!" the Demon King happily struts back to the inner hallway. "What are you waiting for? Tut-tut!"

After a long walk they reach a room with a heavily ornamented golden door which opens by itself as Oikawa stands before it. Going in Hinata is nearly blinded by the sheer amount of gold coins, jewels and other riches lying around as if they were common furniture. There's a marble table with bread buns in a basket placed in the middle of the room, a large window covered by lush curtains and a portrait of the Demon King above the humongous bed dressed with red velvet sheets. The decor is over the top, almost distasteful with how exaggerated it is — the Demon King looks extremely proud though.

"Feast your eyes, for you're the only replica that's seen my private chamber!"

"Umm, cool I guess."

"Don't sing your praises yet because you haven't seen the best part," Oikawa smirks as he swings the doors to his wardrobe open. Judging by his eager look he must be waiting for Hinata to be awed, so he acts as such.

"Wow."

"That wasn't very enthusiastic. ...Nevermind, put these on you foolish peasant," he chides throwing a couple of clothes on Hinata's head. "You're smaller but they're from when I was younger, so they'll fit you."

It's obvious that a humble villager as Hinata wouldn't know much about fancy garments; still, even a neophyte could appreciate the silky tact of the loose blouse and the formal —yet tight— black trousers he has received. They probably don't offer much defense in comparison to his set of armor, regardless of that he's curious enough to give them a try.

"Look away."

"Don't be shy, I've seen these guys in the tubes before," Oikawa sounds believable as any good liar should so Hinata starts undressing. His chest plate drops on the floor and then his undershirt; his boots go off, so do his pants until he's in his briefs.

"His butt's better in person than through my crystal ball," Oikawa mutters to himself.

"They're comfy!" Hinata smiles and a blush appears on the demon's face. "Thanks mister-"

"Tooru."  

What has urged him to reveal his real name? Only his most loyal subjects are allowed to know it under the oath of secrecy— a key to keep his former self buried in the past.

"Now I'm sure you aren't the Demon King. Someone evil wouldn't be this kind."

"Ohoo, you underestimate me chibi-chan," Oikawa sits on the edge of his bed doing a cross-legged dignified pose, "I'm going to make you pay dearly for that mistake. Rub my shoulders slave, or else you'll feel my wrath!"

Threatening as these words are they lose weight used in such an airy tone. Hinata decides to play along the dreamlike version of his enemy a while longer, climbing on the bed that feels like stepping on fluffy clouds.

"It'snothimit'snothimit'snot-" the Demon King repeats in his mind as Hinata massages his stiff shoulders. This has turned out to be more thrilling than any battle to the death according to his own heartbeat. "Look at him, so defenseless. I could do anything I wanted," his demonic side whispers, "...but I'd rather play with the real one until he breaks."

"Oikawa, I'm baaack!!"

A man wearing a red robe opens the door without warning and Oikawa jolts so hard he slips from the bed edge onto the floor.

"GAH!! Damn it Kuroo, you have to knock first!"

Hinata's eyes go wide, "Kuroo-san."

The red mage mimics his stunned reaction, "Hinata."

"Why are you so surprised?" Oikawa wonders.

"YOU'VE BROUGHT THE HERO TO OUR HIDEOUT, ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

"Don't worry, it's one of your replicas."

Kuroo inhales a deep gulp of air as to regain his composure and ability to think, "None of them were awake when I left, you dumbass."

"You mean this boy is the Hero?!"

"Hinata, do you remember how you arrived here?"

"I saw a weird red drawing on the floor and my feet sunk in- w-wait, so what happened was-"

"How many times have I warned you not to open magic portals in public places?" Kuroo bonks at Oikawa's head with his knuckles.

Meanwhile Hinata rushes to grab the sword among his belongings.

"Fine, kill him while we're at it," the mage suggests nonchalantly.

"Huh, but I just made him my servant... Plus he's still weak, wouldn't it be anticlimactic to defeat him so early?"

"Prepare yourself, Demon King!"

"What a mess," the mage frowns as he raises his wooden wand, "You owe me a big one for this. And you too Hinata, sweet dreams~"

A wave of drowsiness hits the Hero.

[ Ailment inflicted: Sleep ]

- - -

"Hinata."

"Five more minutes..."

"BOKE!!"

"Ugh, good morning to you too."

Kageyama pinches his cheek roughly, "It's night time. We've all been searching for you."

The redhead perks up on his bed seeing that he's back at the inn.

"We were worried sick, you disappeared after the tournament without saying a word," Kenma complains with Akaashi by his side, both with a worried expression.

"Yer lucky I could track him down all the way here," Atsumu flaunts wiggling his nose.

Out of disbelief Hinata palms at his whole body — he's got his armor on and nothing seems to be missing. Tamagotchi lands atop of his shoulder to complete the usual setup.

"Is everything alright?" asks Akaashi.

"I had a dream...although I can't remember what it was about anymore. Oh well!"

- - -

The Hero's image fades within a crystal ball.

"See you soon, my little servant~"

Chapter Text

[ Specimen #39: Slime. Amorphous creature made of unknown liquid substances. ]

"Watch out Shouyou, they're strong against physical attacks!" Kenma shouts.

[ Although weak at first glance, their viscous bodies are able to absorb most hits. ]

"Crap, no matter how many times I cut this thing, it puts itself back together!"

"S-stop it, if you slice it then it'll-"

[ If damaged they will split and multiply into smaller bodies to survive. ]

"They're too many, we need Akaashi-san's help!!

The chase continues throughout a vast area deep in the woods and blanketed by foliage, where the Hero and his two mage companions arrived in search of medicinal herbs before resuming their adventure. Humid places are the best to gather such ingredients, but they're also home to these jelly-like monsters that prey on humans. Initially one weak enemy turned into twenty due to Hinata's careless sword swings.

"...Huh?"

In the meantime Akaashi is peacefully picking up herbs on another spot, blinking in disbelief as his friends now rush toward him pursued by a large mob of blue jelly. He starts chanting a spell and waves his thin wand like a baton as it starts glowing amber.

"Duck down."

A fireball shoots off his wand making short work of the slimes army.

[ Note: weak to fire spells. ]

After the threat has been eliminated Hinata and Kenma kneel on the floor, bowing their heads as means of apologizing to their hero.

"Can't you go ten minutes without getting in trouble?" Akaashi taps his foot.

"Sorry Akaashi-san, I found a patch full of these rare ones you wanted," Hinata makes puppy eyes showing him a bag full of herbs. His offering along that innocent look on his face almost earns him forgiveness.

"That won't work," Akaashi glances away not to fall for Hinata's tricks. "And you, Kozume-san. Why didn't you stop him? You've got a compendium of monsters to know that was dangerous, I didn't expect you to charge in."

"It's the first time I'd seen a slime multiplication skill in person," he pouts.

"Me too, it was super cool!"

The black mage rubs on his temples feeling a headache brewing up. "...I've used too much mana. Let's return to Kozume-san's tent."

There's noone else at the campsite —Kageyama and Atsumu went hunting for lunch today— so the trio takes the opportunity to sort their spoils after the battle, putting the herbs in small pouches or glass bottles according to Kenma's instructions. All of them go inside his satchel, which defies the laws of space since it seems to fit everything and anything inside, as though it were bottomless. Another of his magic items.

"Hey Kenma, can a human multiply too?" Hinata wonders.

"You mean like the slimes?"

"Um, you see...it's weird, but I woke up one day thinking it could be possible. Maybe I dreamed that I had a twin or something."

Kenma produces a tome from his satchel, stroking his chin as he reads its pages.

"It might be, but it's pretty advanced magic," he hums. "Assuming it's a real being and not an illusion, it requires great mana output."

"Oh?" the other mage quirks a brow curiously.

"You'd be creating a replica born from your mana, so it would gradually feed on that source. Unless you had a nearly infinite supply or were incredibly deft at controlling it, it'd be impossible to keep it alive for long."

"Only if you make it from zero," Akaashi points at certain words on the page. "If you transmutate another creature and combine its mana with your own it's much easier. It would still rely on yours, but not completely."

Hinata's brain hurts trying to comprehend their words, "Transmuwhat?"

"It means to convert something into another thing. Think of a cocoon turning into a butterfly, its form changes, not its soul."

"That's a bit too philosophical for me," the redhead chuckles self-deprecatingly.

"We could make a little experiment," Kenma smirks. "Tamagotchi, I summon thee!"

The crow chick pops out of a summoning circle landing atop of Hinata's head.

"Chirp!!"

"We have a familiar, two mages..."

"You're counting me in on this?" Akaashi sighs.

"Now all we need is a body sample to facilitate the process. Shouyou, your hand."

"What for?"

Without waiting for permission Kenma pulls at his wrist, then prickles his index with a needle drawing out a smidge of red.

"Chirp, chirp!" the crow hops longingly.

A blood drop gathered at the tip falls in Tamagotchi's beak. Feeding step complete.

"Now then Akaashi-san, we'll have to add some mana for this to work. At one, two..."

Both mages place their hands around Tamagotchi, closing their eyes for focus to slowly instill it with their combined magic power. A strange light coming from the familiar illuminates the inside of the tent.

"Three!"

Suddenly there's a blinding shine that scares off the birds on the nearby trees, escaping with a loud flapping of wings. The tent they're in feels more cramped somehow and when they open their eyes they can tell why.

"Chir- ah?"

Tamagotchi is no more. A nearly perfect replica of the Hero sits nude among them. The only telling difference is his slightly more tanned skin —as though he'd been lying under the sun for a long time— remnant of his dark feathers, and his lack of human speech.

"Whoaaaahhh, you guys did it!!" Hinata stares in awe at his newly born twin, pinching on his cheeks and ruffling his hair with curiosity. "His hair is just as soft too, awesome!"

"Why is it naked, Ko-Kozume-san?!" Akaashi casts his gaze away, but it's too late. He's already seen everything up close. "Oh god, it's a carbon copy even there," he realizes peeking inadvertently at his lower body.

"Tamagotchi doesn't wear clothes," he deadpans.

"W-well, now he has to," Akaashi rushes to grab a spare robe from his travel bag, draping it in a hurry around the familiar's shoulders. He's never thought it before, yet despite being a hero the black mage style suits him quite well. He has to snap himself out of these thoughts lest they become pervier.

Tamagotchi bows in appreciation, so does Hinata with the same sincere smile.

"I just got an idea," Hinata stands up, "he could help us in a fight! Let's make more!"

"That already took a good chunk of my mana. One is my limit," Kenma admits.

Their black mage friend agrees, not because he's exhausted, but because two Hinatas are probably his limit before he starts acting funny due to the influence of his curse.

"Besides, only his appearance changed. He can't speak nor fight, although..." Kenma mumbles to himself, "he could be our errand boy if needed be. After all he can understand humans, even if he isn't very intelligent."

"You just wanna slack off," Hinata giggles.

"Uhn!" Tamagotchi nods energetically.

"Shall we test him then?"

Akaashi stops them right there, "Give him some time to get used to that form. Why don't you guys go search for Kageyama-san and Miya-san? They're still hunting."

"Right, they'd freak out if we don't tell them what happened," Hinata laughs.

"Very well, then we'll leave Tamagotchi in your hands Akaashi-san. We'll be back soon."

Perhaps that isn't the best idea given Akaashi's own condition. Still, he does his best to remain composed as Tamagotchi looks himself in a mirror inspecting every bit of his body; hands instead of wings, lips, ears, feet in place of its tiny claws, and in that direction something hangs between his legs.

The familiar gets a shiver up his back, turning around to notice Akaashi's fidgety gaze.

"Um?" he steps in front of the mage tilting his head as though saying 'what's wrong', unknowingly making things much worse by putting his crotch on plain sight since Akaashi is still sitting, directly facing that which he tried to avoid so desperately. He seems to sense Akaashi's interest towards it, so he pulls aside the front of his black robe.

"Geh!" Akaashi flinches as if he'd been stabbed, waving his hands in a panic. "What are you doing?! You don't have to show me!!"

His plea is ignored as Tamagotchi keeps probing at his body without a care; cupping his chest, his surprisingly muscular abs, circling a finger around his belly button, then lower yet to his navel. That ticklish part sparks his curiosity the most — specially the long thing attached to it, so he grips it without thinking.

"Ah?!"

The sensation is foreign yet pleasant. He snaps his hand away out of confusion.

"A-again," Akaashi hesitates to ask.

"Uhn?"

"Do it again."

Another touch makes Tamagotchi whine in a cute manner, but he keeps going spurred on by Akaashi, whose gaze grows hungrier seeing as his cock begins to harden.

"That's called masturbation," Akaashi illustrates him while he slips a hand within his pants, imitating Tamagotchi's rhythm to please himself. "It's what humans do to- to feel good when they don't have a partner."

Tamagotchi's frown spells a question.

"I don't deserve one," he grins wryly, "I was considered a...a whore, all because I couldn't control the incubus curse I'm afflicted with. Who would love someone as filthy as I am?"

Repressing his sexual urges is paramount, which makes him consider if he should be taking advantage of Tamagotchi like this. Then again now could be his only chance to see Hinata doing something so perverted, even if it's not really him. Watching his face scrunch up while he chases his climax is worth the risk, or so his clouded brain says.

"Nnghh!"

White streaks splatter on Akaashi's glasses while he jerks himself off to completion. When the last drop falls he's already far gone with a dazed expression and droopy eyes, completely inebriated in the high of an orgasm plus the stickiness of cum on his lips. He hadn't feasted on that which sustains his devilish side for so long the taste of it makes him lightheaded. Almost comes twice from it, too.

"Bwuh?!" Tamagotchi shakes him by the shoulders worried that this was his fault —it was— but all the mage does is lie down before he immediately dozes off. The familiar covers him with a cozy blanket, then looks around the tent pondering what to do next.

"Why don't you guys go search for Kageyama-san and Miya-san? They're still hunting."

Akaashi's words give him an idea; now is his time to prove his worth as an errand boy. Thanks to his innate scanning ability he can pick up two nearby presences. He'll go to the closest one first, following a trail of animal paw prints that lead to a crystalline pond embraced by lush greenery and flowers.

"Man, this sucks." Atsumu droops his ears sitting by the pond edge, throwing pebbles into it. "Tryin' to act like a good guy is too tiresome. The only reason I go huntin' is so he recognizes me, but that ain't enough to score a guy like him. If only I knew his type I could shape-shift into anythin' he- DWAH!!!" he jolts when Tamagotchi taps at his shoulder from behind.

"Aha."

"Sho-Sho-Shouyou-kun, don't scare me like that!"

The Hero lookalike tilts his head.

"I, uh, just wanted some privacy y'know. Don't give me that stare, I got a bunch of fish like I promised," he proves it by holding one up.

"Ooh, splish splash," Tamagotchi ignores him in favor of watching the fishes. He's never swimmed before in his life and the pond is shallow enough for a safe dip. His only garment drops onto the grass before he jumps in the water.

"Huh, ya came for a bath?"

No answer. Atsumu decides to wait for him getting a sense of deja-vu from the scenery.

"This place reminds me of the first time I saw you. You were butt naked back then too, n-not that I was stalkin' you or anythin'."

The clumsy arm swings as Tamagotchi learns to swim get a laugh out of him.

"Didya forget how it goes or what?...Fine, lemme help, it looks like yer gonna drown."

The blonde's clothes go off to join him and soon the little familiar gets the hang of it holding onto Atsumu's hands just in case. To Tamagotchi's surprise a school of fish brushes his ankle and out of fear he hugs Atsumu's neck as to escape the unknown dwelling creature.

"Guess I can't complain about huntin' for once," he plays along as if he were keeping him safe, a great excuse for body contact. From his position he can freely ogle at Tamagotchi's chest, not to mention their intimates are accidentally budging against the other's. Still, something doesn't feel right.

"Yer scent is different today, Shouyou-kun."

Tamagotchi smiles relaxedly and that knocks the wits out of him before he can understand that the man in front of him isn't Hinata. Atsumu leaves the pond first, his stomach too fluttery to continue playing it cool and his cock sending signals in form of twitching. Might as well retire with some dignity.

"Get out of there or yer gonna shrink."

"Uhn," Tamagotchi nods. He walks out splashing water everywhere, drops twinkling and racing throughout his skin bathed under the warm sunlight trickling amidst branches. The whole thing looks sexy despite him shaking the water off himself like a wet dog would, something more befitting of his kemonomimi friend who has to worry about drying his fox tail and ears. Speaking of Atsumu, certain jiggly parts have caught his eyes and his mouth has begun to drool.

"Fuck it. Can't be a coward forever Atsumu, just ask him right now," he tells himself. "So why didya walk here in nothin' but a robe? Don't tell me yer changin' class to a mage."

The familiar points at him.

"Me? ...You came lookin' for me?"

"Mhm."

"Half naked?"

"Mhm!"

"Holy shit. Okay. Thought you'd never ask. I mean blowjobs are real fun but I always hoped we would-" he blabbers nervously all the while he seizes his cock in his fist.

"Mastur...ba...tion?"

A shame that is Tamagotchi's first word recalling Akaashi's explanation.

"Sometimes, thinkin' of ya," the blonde blushes brightly. "I'm a bit tired after huntin' so give me a few minutes to get into it. It's usually way perkier, if you know what I mean."

Another memory assaults Tamagotchi: the black mage's poor state after the deed was done, enfeebled to the point he ended up fainting in his arms. The thought of that happening again terrifies him so he turns around and runs away without looking back.

"W-wait Shouyou-kun, don't go, I can still do it, I can get haaaaaaard~!!"

Atsumu's presence fades in the distance and another draws closer. There are several arrows stuck in trees along other traces of battle such as blood or broken trunks. The hunt must have been fiercer on this side.

"Hinata?" Kageyama calls out, hunched over from his seat on a huge old trunk with several felled beasts around him. There's a lingering scent of iron in the air and his clothes smell just like that too. Tamagotchi gasps once he sees his coat covered in red blotches.

"Waah!"

Kageyama and him don't exactly get along —in fact the archer threatened to cook him before— nonetheless his instincts tell him to help no matter what, so he rips off a piece of his black robe to be used as a bandage.

"What a dumbass," Kageyama laughs jokingly, "take a good look, the blood isn't mine."

There truly is no blood under his cloak, although Tamagotchi's worried face doesn't change until he's personally checked there are no wounds, only scratches here and there.

"Phew."

"You're a weirdo," he scowls for some reason, "haven't I proved I can stand on my own by now? I don't need anyone to babysit me, specially a runt who can barely hold a sword."

These words are hurtful, but Kageyama sounds angrier at himself than anyone else.

"...Sorry. I'm just annoyed because we haven't found any useful clue about the Demon King's whereabouts lately. I lashed out."

Tamagotchi shakes his head as he ties the rag around Kageyama's palm, blistered from hours or shooting training day after day. His dogged persistance is admirable and part of it stems from the need to be ahead of Hinata as much as he loathes to admit that fact.

"Tch. Don't act so concerned for a little wound, I'm stronger than you," he grumbles. Unfortunately his tough act falls apart once he tries to stand up, lacking the strength to do so without tumbling to the sides. "Shit, I used all my mana on those damn monsters."

Mana. One thing Tamagotchi has learnt is that you can pass it on to another person so long there's some type of physical contact. Not in vain he's witnessed how Kenma does it with Hinata, and Hinata with Atsumu too. His own body is overflowing with it after the transmutation, so if he could share part of it...

"Muh," he makes a kissy face.

"Don't get any closer, boke!"

Struggling is futile and he's too weak for it regardless, so Tamagotchi lands a kiss on his cheek easier than he thought he could. An odd burning sensation spreads through it which could be caused by the mana transfer or him actually blushing.

"What the hell was that?" he blinks.

[ Kageyama recovered Mana Points! ]

"Wai-"

The next kiss goes on the opposite cheek.

[ Kageyama recovered Mana Points! ]

"You brat, don't do this with someone unless-"

Another at the tip of his nose.

[ Kageyama recovered Mana Points! ]

The warmth shoots like lightning through his limbs, invigorating his body with every short peck all over his face. What would happen if they lasted longer, Kageyama wonders without intention to find out. No, it's just a silly thought because Hinata is so close, treating him like he sincerely cares about him and that belief makes his heart skip a beat or two.

"If you're kissing me do it right, dammit!"

The archer slams their lips together as he deems should be done —novice as he is— and then it happens. A burst of mana emanates from the brusque collusion, the tingles traveling from his lips to his chest. He pulls back looking at the redhead with a bewildered expression but he does it again; this time calmly, relishing on his partner's velvety lips with a slow press — it never occurred to him they'd be so soft. Or that they'd ever get to do this to begin with. He's shocked beyond repair when Tamagotchi licks at his lower lip and he copies his gesture not to be outdone, bumping their tongues by accident and then rolling them around the other's for a thorough taste. By the time he moves away he's panting with agitation, but Tamagotchi looks unfazed.

[ Kageyama fully recovered Mana Points! ]

"Where did you learn that trick?" he huffs irritated by his inexplicable stoicism.

Tamagotchi makes a hand gesture as though he were flipping pages. His knowledge must come from one of Kenma's pervy books.

"Yeah right, reading wouldn't be enough for that," he smirks derisively, "...I'm not that daft, I've seen you sneaking into Kenma's tent at night and the noises you make. Don't be mistaken though, I don't care what you guys do so long it helps us beat the Demon King."

His glare implies otherwise as he speaks.

"This was a one-time occasion, got it? I don't want to rely on anything except my own strength. I've survived alone since I left the hunter's village...company from other people isn't worth the trouble," he states as if he were convincing himself, or as if he'd been taught to believe that. "Besides, if you got badly injured and died I wouldn't know what to- ugh, just what am I saying?"

Good thing Tamagotchi can't talk because that would only frustrate him further.

"You're a better listener than you look. By the way, keep this a secret between us if you know what's good for you," Kageyama warns with a straight face before he stands up grabbing the heavy bag with today's hunting.

- - -

"You're back!"

Hinata waves from the campsite welcoming Atsumu, Kageyama and Tamagotchi all at once. Two of them are petrified on the spot.

"Shouyou-kun has a twin too?!" Atsumu yells.

"Oh, I was wondering where Tamagotchi went," Kenma crosses his arms.

"Tamagotchi? ...wait, so he smelled different 'cause- god fuckin' dammit, you tricked me!"

"Gyaaah!" the familiar hides behind Hinata and the slight difference in skin tones proves they're indeed not the same person.

Meanwhile Kageyama is almost comforted by the reveal. His secret is safe now, although knowing that he didn't kiss the real one is a letdown. He can't explain why.

The ruckus wakes Akaashi who drowsily walks out of Kenma's tent.

"Akaashi-san, what's on your face?"

Dry cum is stuck on his glasses and his face. Once he realizes that he rushes back in.

"P-potions!! One exploded earlier!"

Kenma decides now is a good time to explain their experiment and the mission entrusted to his familiar to test if he was valid for running errands. Kageyama and Atsumu don't disclose much, only that he was able to find them. The white mage then lifts his wand.

"O mirror reflection

born in a scarlet river

return whence you came

thy wisdom unveiled."

Within a poof of smoke Tamagotchi turns back into his regular crow shape. It perches itself on Kenma's shoulder peeping happily, however in turn Hinata has gone totally quiet.

"I forgot to mention something about this spell," Kenma gently strokes Tamagotchi's tuft of orange hair, "the memories gained by the replica are transferred to the original."

Akaashi, Atsumu and Kageyama share a mutual feeling of distress and guilt, sweating buckets with each passing minute of dreadful silence. Hinata knows.

"Ta. Ma. Got. Chi."

Countless images pass before Hinata's eyes. Of the mess on Akaashi's face, swimming bare with Atsumu and Kageyama's cerulean gaze. His tongue, too.

"Chi-chirp?"

"I'M GONNA ROAST YOU!!!"

[ New Skill Acquired: Transmutation ]

Chapter Text

"Chirp."

"Hngh..."

"Chirp chirp!"

"Stop it."

Kenma swats his arm from beneath his blanket fort trying to turn off his personal alarm clock shaped like a tiny crow.

"CHIIIIRP!!"

"Alright, I'm awake!! What's the hurry for?!" 

He sticks his head out to see his noisy familiar carrying a letter on his beak.

"That wax seal is..."

A red patch emblazoned with a cat outline keeps it shut and the design means it must be a delivery from one of his guildmates from Nekoma. He used to receive gifts from them back when he shut himself in the safety of his tower so they were the only hints of the outside world he got beyond his window. Most of them contained confections from cities he'd only dreamt of visiting, fancy trinkets and books to help him further his magic knowledge. Others had weird toys for self-satisfaction sent under his best friend's name. Then again, he isn't home anymore and nobody should know his location unless he'd been followed. He cracks the seal open with shaky, unsure fingers.

"Hello kitten,"

"Kuroo," he grins as he continues reading.

"A birdie told me your friends were looking for clues about the Demon King. Well, I've got just the thing you need!"

"Tamagotchi, did you ask for his help?"

The baby crow shakes its head.

"It comes at a price, but we can negotiate the details later. I'll give you some information first as a sign of good will."

"Kind my ass. I bet he'll ask me to brew a bunch of potions in exchange."

"Go where all the red fireflies get lured after the sunset. Oh, and no need to thank me, you know I've always been this kind."

Kenma rubs his chin pensively. His friend's messages are as cryptic as ever, though he's grown clever enough to decipher his riddles. He sprints out of his tent with the letter held high in his hand as if he'd found a treasure of the highest rarity — an SSS.

"Let's pack up, our next destination awaits!"

- - -

"So are you sure it's not a trap? This info is oddly convenient," Kageyama asks while the group follows Kenma's steps.

"Kuroo is a nice guy."

"Can't deny he looks shady," Atsumu adds.

"He gets that a lot. Being a trader gives him access to information from people you wouldn't dare look in the eye."

"That definitely sounds suspicious."

"I think we can trust his lead," Hinata nods, "he seems like he really cares for Kenma. You wouldn't put your best friend in danger, right?" he looks at Kageyama.

"Guess not."

"What's with the evasive answer?"

"Cause he ain't got friends," Atsumu snorts. Kageyama glares daggers and almost an arrow at him in return.

"You weren't exactly popular in your town either."

"Yer wrong, everybody knew me."

"For being a petty thief."

"Are ya lookin' for a fight?"

Kageyama and Atsumu begin a staredown with Akaashi in the middle, except the black mage is too focused on his book to care about anything else. Until Kenma announces their arrival, that is.

"Here we are, the red fireflies' home."

Right ahead there's a town crammed with old minka style houses built with sliding paper doors, tatami mat floors and thatched roofs to protect them from the inclemencies of the weather. A minimalistic architecture yet quite charming no matter how ancient they are. Not a single firefly on sight though.

"Uh, I don't think this is the right place," Kageyama shrugs.

The white mage sulks at his skepticism, pointing his cat wand towards the horizon.

"Wait a moment and you'll see."

They gaze as the sun goes down and the sky changes from pink to a beautiful shade of violet before the night engulfs its colors. The darkness doesn't last long as a red dot lits up in front of a house, then another one, followed by a myriad forming a path throughout the main town street. They're gently swayed by the breeze making it look like dancing fireflies instead of round lanterns made of paper.

"Wooow!" Hinata smiles watching the increasing bustle of people which was previously missing for some reason.

"This place only comes alive at night. Kuroo told me funny stories about it in the past...so you'd better stick to me and don't cause trouble for the customers."

"Customers?" the redhead wonders.

Hinata would have sprang instantly onto the new adventure if he hadn't noticed Akaashi standing still as a statue and white as marble, staring at the street lights as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Let's go Akaashi-san."

"O-oh, sorry, I was distracted."

"I know right, I thought they were real fireflies at first! So pretty!"

"...Yes, I agree."

Suddenly Akaashi's owl familiar peeks out from under his black wizard hat.

"Let's run away," Bokuto suggests.

It's too late for that when Hinata pulls Akaashi by the hand towards his perdition.

As they stroll amidst the crowd they observe the constant flow of visitors going in and out of the houses. All of them have wooden verandas covered by ceilings where the lanterns hang from, illuminating the outer hallways and the numerous people who wait under them. The majority of these bystanders —men and women alike— are wearing fancy yukatas and expensive hair decorations, so Hinata can't stop gawking at the opulent display of the inhabitants in discrepancy with the poverty of the surrounding buildings and stores.

"It stinks," Atsumu grimaces, pinching his nose with two fingers.

Hinata sniffs around yet all he picks up is the strong scent of different perfumes from the women they're passing by.

"Not them, it's everywhere. The air's brimmin' with pheromones."

"Pherowhat?"

"Sex. The whole town reeks of it."

"N-no way!" Hinata grabs onto Kenma's robe sleeve looking for answers.

"Ah, didn't I tell you? You see, these people wandering around are patrons."

"Then the ones outside..."

"They're offering their bodies."

Everything is coming together now. A nocturnal town full of red lanterns, the attractive faces standing at every corner and those who seek their company for the night. Hinata doesn't believe it until he hears several moans from a nearby house.

"It's a-"

"Pleasure district," Akaashi states matter-of-factly.

"You're libid," Kageyama warns him out of worry that he'd faint any second, but before he can do anything they're interrupted by a couple of men in yukata.

"Oh my...it's our lucky day," the taller of them sing-songs in a flirtatious manner, "are you looking for some fun?"

"Such cute boys, we might consider giving you a special discount if we go together."

"We're into the serious type with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes like yours, hehe!"

"Wait," the shorter man gawks at Akaashi, "haven't we met before?"

The black mage lowers his long hat brim in an attempt to hide his face. "I don't think so," he replies with a tame voice. That doesn't prevent the other two from getting closer and closer until he's clearly uncomfortable with their presence. 

"Sorry, we've got a guide already!"

Akaashi has never been more grateful for Hinata's appalling naivety as he waves the men goodbye with a smile, inadvertently pulling him out of a perilous situation. Even Kenma cracks up in astonishment.

"Bahaha! That was not their intention when they approached us Shouyou," he cries from laughter. "Besides, I can hardly be called a guide. Kuroo told me to investigate but I dunno what to do next."

"I thought you had more information."

"Only if you're into dirty stories."

The Hero's party comes to a standstill.

"I may be able to help." Akaashi fidgets as he clutches at his book, as if mustering the strength needed to continue. "Just walk behind me, we'll visit someone."

Everybody does without doubt; no other leads to follow and nowhere else to go now. The further they wander into town the more lavish these minka houses become, the rundown buildings replaced by much larger temples of sin visited by a richer audience than the former.

"Holy crap, that's huge," Atsumu whistles.

"This one specializes in mature customers," Akaashi explains as he points throughout each house they see. "The owner there is a master of rope bondage. In the middle is a bathhouse where you can pay to be washed. I believe the purple house is exclusive for men, no women allowed. And the one over there is-"

"How the hell do you know all that?"

Akaashi visibly flinches on his feet.

"...I was here a long time ago."

No further explanation. He enters a house with the 'Inn' sign and as soon as he walks in a girl behind the desk greets him. 

"Do my eyes deceive me?!" she spits out a few rice crumbs from the onigiri she was eating. "Akaashi-san, is that really you?"

"Glutton as always, Shirofuku-san."

"Geez, that isn't a nice thing to say to a girl," she huffs, "and you've got a bigger appetite than me. Anyways, never thought you'd return to my humble inn. Did you break the Demon King's curse yet or-"

"Hey, hoo, I'm here too!" Bokuto hops atop of Akaashi's hat to say hello.

"You didn't huh," she sighs. "Thanks for dropping by, but you should know this town isn't good for you. Goodbye then."

"How can you be so rude to a friend? He's come from really far!" Hinata grumbles.

"Who's this nosy kiddo?"

"My apologies for not introducing him earlier. He's Hinata-san, an aspiring hero, and these are his partners. I've joined him on his journey to defeat the Demon King. That way I'll be able to lift my curse."

"Err, okay, that sums it up nicely. ...Hold on, you're traveling with four hot guys? Isn't it kinda risky with your condition?" 

"Kozume-san concocted a suppressor for it, he's an exceptional white mage."

"It's effective for a short while so he must drink it daily," Kenma explains.

"I see, I'm glad you've finally found a group that accepts you in spite of your past."

"P-please, spare us the old tales," Akaashi stammers nervously, "we're just looking for information about the Demon King."

"Hmmm...well, there's a new guy in town that's been acting like a big shot. He's got a pair of horns and all, so nobody wants to get on his bad side just in case he's a friend of the demon gang, you know."

"Where is he."

Kageyama squints his eyes and picks up his bow and arrows right away. Atsumu too is raring to go, cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah, we'll beat the shit outta him."

"It won't be that easy, he's heavily guarded by a bunch of his underlings. The only time he wants to be left alone is when he visits the cherry blossom palace."

"To watch the show I assume."

"So you remember, Akaashi-san."

"Unfortunately yes. Nobody carrying weapons can enter so we'd have to sneak in somehow. I suggest we prepare until midnight, that's when the fun begins."

"Okie dokie, I have rooms available so you can stay in the meantime."

"I appreciate it," he bows down politely.

"Be careful out there. Your curse could-"

"I'm aware."

Akaashi cuts the conversation short and everybody goes to their rooms until the clock marks the designated time. Bokuto perches himself on the headboard of Akaashi's bed while he lies down on it, mentally and physically exhausted.

"This brings back memories," the bird speaks as he preens his wing feathers. "Shirofuku-san hasn't changed, she would always worry about you like a big sister."

"But I can't keep relying on her to pull me away from trouble. She's done enough."

"Then tonight's plan is a bad idea. Actually, I'd say it's the worst ."

"I won't get over my fears if I don't face them."

"Hoohoo, sounds like someone's recklessness has rubbed on you."

"Yeah, I suppose it has."

"If anything bad happens we run."

"Understood."

Tick tack goes the clock, and soon midnight has arrived. The party assembles in front of the cherry blossom palace; a grand title for a house not very different from the rest besides for the sumptuous outer gardens and its bigger size, comparable to a temple of prayer. There are many who pass through the gate guarded by a thin old lady smoking from a pipe and clad in fine silks and jewelry, although they appear to show her a permit or invitation of sorts so they're allowed entry. Curiously some young men don't need it as the wrinkly cerberus inspects them meticulously before looking away, proof of her approval.

"Let's avoid her by opening a path from the back," Kenma advices. "Shouyou, can you use your sword to- uh, where is-?

"Excuse me ma'am, can I enter?"

Too late for evasive maneuvers — the Hero charges in scared of nothing, be it creatures from the underworld or women. The gatekeeper scans him up and down, blowing out a puff of smoke from her pipe when she's done assessing his validity.

"What kind of pauper wants to enter the cherry blossom palace wearing these ragged clothes? Come back when you've dressed yourself properly, young man."

Asides the fact that Hinata's confidence has been beaten to a bloody pulp he's also gained some important information.

"So she's a pervert," Kageyama dictates bluntly.

Kenma knits his brows thinking hard, "...In that case let's all go together, she might be interested in someone among us. And let's change into yukatas to be safe."

"Do I look like a rich dude?" Atsumu opens his empty coin pouch, making a point.

*POOF*

A few wand swings from the white mage and their usual attires have magically changed to the best yukatas money can buy, each with intricate patterns that would have taken months to sew were they not the product of an illusion spell.

"Damn, yer a genius Kenma-kun!"

"It's similar to your shape-shifting...but it'll drain my mana fast with this many people..." he pants from overexertion.

They rush over to the gate and the woman seems shocked at Hinata's makeover, not to mention the handsome men multiplied out of nowhere. She's obviously pleased, but she bears bad news nonetheless.

"Very well, who will join the spectacle?"

"Spectacle?" Hinata asks.

"Of course. I can let your friends in with the condition that one must participate as a dancer. We have a very special customer today, so pick wisely unless you want to get kicked post haste."

The group forms a circle to discuss their options and Kenma raises his hand first.

"I'm opting out."

"You can't do that," Kageyama sulks.

Atsumu holds back a laugh, "You think a shut-in like him can dance in public?" 

"How about you."

"I ain't too bad dependin' on the music. That reminds me, we should ask the local expert," the blonde looks at Akaashi. "What kinda spectacle do they host here?"

"Exotic dancing."

All of them are left flabbergasted.

"Wait a sec, ya mean the sexy type?"

"Indeed."

"I nominate Tobio-kun."

"Why me?!"

"It would be hilarious."

"I'll skin your fur while you sleep, you bastard."

"Oooh, sca-reey~ then Shouyou-kun will do. I bet he'd be hot on skimpy clothes."

"I can't dance too well," he pouts.

"In my opinion Akaashi-san is our best choice."

"Kozume-san!!" the dark-haired mage blushes.

"You're the only one who knows how these places work."

"I- I can explain."

Does he really want to? Thinking twice it would definitely arise suspicion to remember as many details as he does.

"Doing so would take time we don't have, and there's no denying that your curse could be a boon in this situation."

"Absolutely not, it's dangerous to be close to me when it activates."

"It'll be fine if you've drank my potion."

"You don't get it, if I lose control-"

Suddenly Hinata holds his hands within his own clasping then together. "If it happens I'll be there to help. I won't let you get hurt." Akaashi squirms at the unwarranted contact, but the heat makes him feel at ease combined with Hinata's reassuring gaze. His heart says that even if he can't trust himself he can trust the Hero to save him, as it's happened before.

"...Let me prepare for it."

"Welcome to the palace darling," the lady grins letting them through.

Already inside they can tell what type of obscure business this is — there's a main stage long enough that it goes across several tables from where the patrons watch their toys strut in front of them. Both sexes are seated while only men expose their bodies on the catwalk. Their customary clothes are gone in favor of risqué see-through garments from faraway lands or out of an Arabian tale, probably worth more than the yukatas despite the evident lack of fabric used.

"They're practically naked," Kageyama points out nonchalantly. Akaashi doesn't want to get a single glimpse of skin keeping his eyes fixed on his feet. 

"I'll be going to the backstage. Kozume-san, could you lend me a hand?"

"Sure."

"Make him pretty for us!" Atsumu jokes as they enter a vacant dress-up room.

After skimming within the dancers' wardrobe for a while Akaashi shakes his head dejectedly, "There's nothing here that would fit me. Everything is vulgar."

"I believe that's the point," Kenma smirks. "Lucky for you I have some leftover mana," he shakes his wand, "now imagine what you would like to wear with as much detail as you can."

"Is it the same illusion spell as before?"

"Not quite. This will actually transform your clothes according to what you envision them to be, but only for a limited time. I invented it to get out of home when I was too lazy to take off my pajamas."

"A clever use of wizardry," he giggles.

"You have thirty minutes with my current pool of mana. Hurry and close your eyes."

"I'm ready," he affirms once he takes off his glasses.

"Three."

"I can't afford to fail."

"Two."

"For Hinata-san. For Bokuto-san. I'll debase myself if that's what it takes."

"One."

"But that means acting how I used to in the past, doesn't it? Then I should wear..."

"Transform!"

A massive cloud of smoke covers Akaashi and when it slowly dissipates Kenma can't hide his bafflement.

"Um, that sure is provocative."

"Argh!"

"Wanna try again?"

"N-no, this is fine." He refuses simply because he doesn't trust his own mind's eye to put together a worse outfit.

"Just make sure he wants to talk to you after the show. Good luck!"

The cheers coming from the stage indicate it's the next dancer's turn; his. A foreign melody born from the fusion of lute, flute and drums begins to play as he steps outside and the crowd goes wild. Akaashi has caught everyone's interest with his clothes — Semi-transparent white silk seems to be their main theme split in several small pieces beginning from the veil keeping his identity a secret. His cross front top emphasizes his surprisingly firm chest and nipples while a golden choker embellishes his neck, and the balloon sleeves held by red cord around his mid arms flutter in the air as he walks forth with fake security. But the sauciest part are his bottoms, comprised of two long hanging cloths that conceal the front and the back with a jeweled sash around his hips keeping them together. It's an overstatement to say they hide anything, because with each step you can make out the shape of his body —and his privates— wiggling beneath the thin layers.

"The fuck, did he go insane?"

Kenma smacks the back of Atsumu's head, "Stop staring and get to work."

The blonde shape-shifts back into his fox form to scout the room for their target, slinking under the customers' tables and unwillingly seeing more than he signed up for.

"Ew, they're hard." 

His keen nose picks up a strange scent different from the other attendees; a demon lurks about. It so happens the horned man is sitting at the end of the catwalk —the best spot for a voyeur— so he yelps twice to let the rest know where he is.

"This is it," Akaashi mutters to himself.

How can he possibly pull this off? And then he remembers he's already done it countless times; on these dark nights his curse took over his mind, when he roamed the red district with the sole purpose of quenching his desire for sex. He'd always found a partner to sate him, a patron willing to feed him, he fulfilled his every whim effortlessly thanks to his charms. It all happened as though it were a bad dream, watching from far away as he jumped in one bed after another doing things he would've never thought himself capable and savoring every kind of pleasure these strangers had to offer. When the morning came he would feel dirty, tainted by his actions yet satisfied regardless. Watching his reflection in the mirror covered in bruises, hickeys and semen he had to accept that curse was a part of him whether he wanted it or not — today he's convinced of the opposite.

"I've become stronger, I can do it."

His bare feet step forward and the horned man awaits at the end of his path, wearing a princely attire that doesn't suit his undignified behavior surrounded by alcohol bottles and drunk young men. The closer Akaashi gets the more he leans on the stage to get a peek under his cloth, drooling like a beast when Akaashi stands above him looking at him with disgust.

"Haven't seen you before, beautiful."

Akaashi places his foot on the man's chest pushing him back on his seat.

"Ohoho, you must be new here. Why don't you dance for me, hmm?"

That's when the show really takes off. Akaashi's body goes down little by little, legs spread so the contour of his cock can be seen until he's fallen on his knees. Then he arches himself back and rocks his hips in a tantalizing rhythm, just as he would if he were making love to someone.

Kageyama shuts Hinata's eyes with a hand, "Don't look."

"I'm not a kid, leave me alone!" he smacks the archer's hand away and escapes his hold by running into the mob gathered around the stage. He reaches it just in time to witness how Akaashi sucks lasciviously on his index finger, rubbing it afterwards around his right nipple and making it stiff before blowing a kiss at the man he's trying to seduce with all he's got. The mage crawls in a seductive way towards him, blue gaze suddenly a golden hue as he looks the other directly in the eyes.

"Meet me at the garden after the show," he hushes only for the man to hear.

"You bet I will."

"Thank goodness he's fell for it." Akaashi lets out a relieved sigh, but when he turns around he's surprised to find Hinata at the edge of the catwalk. His heart thunders in his ears and blood rushes to his face turning it crimson, though part of that heat is flowing to his crotch frighteningly fast too. Amidst his vortex of emotions he can hear a murmur; the voice of darkness that used to tempt him in his lowest moments.

"Look at his face, he hates you."

"Liar."

"He's in awe to see you act like the filthy whore that you are. So much for the stoic act."

"Don't call me that."

"Yet you enjoyed it like one. Getting hard, aren't you? Yes...and you'd love to fuck him. Go on, don't deny your urges."

"Akaashi-san!"

Hinata's voice snaps him out of it. His instincts tell him to run away as Bokuto prompted him to if this happened again, and before he realizes it he's made it to the back of the veranda where the owner stores spirit bottles and barrels. Nobody will see him have a meltdown here.

"Are you alright?"

Nobody except the last person in the world he wants to meet.

"Stay away."

"Nope, cannot do."

"I'm begging you." Akaashi removes his veil as he slumps on the cold wooden wall hidden behind barrels oozing a sweet sake aroma. Hinata sits atop of one right in front of the mage waiting for him to calm down while he brushes a hand on his left cheek. "You'll get dirty if you touch me," he sighs leaning onto Hinata's palm.

From this distance Hinata can see his new eye color and also the heart-shaped pink outline between his collarbones.

"It's the incubus curse brand, it won't go away until I'm...well, satisfied. You should leave, I don't want you to get involved."

"Satisfied as in?"

"Come," he glances away bashfully as he voices it out loud.

"Oh," the redhead flushes as well, "you'll have sex with someone to feel better?"

"That's an option. Or...you could help me," he blurts without thinking.

"Okay!"

"I didn't tell you how yet."

"Right. I'll do what I can."

"Please, just watch me." Akaashi is too embarrassed to explain the details, so he slips a hand under his cloth hoping his upright erection makes things clear.

"Got it."

He agreed so fast it's odd and Akaashi is concerned that it's due to his curse. After all the incubus curse main gimmick is that it makes him irresistible to anyone who gets closer to him, like an innate area of effect spell made for bewitchment. However Hinata seems fully conscious of what's going on, perhaps thanks to the Hero trait that resists demonic magic. Seeing that it's really him who accepted encourages Akaashi to continue and the inkling of interest in Hinata's expression makes him extremely excited about it.

"I didn't expect to watch Akaashi-san touching himself when I woke up today," the redhead ponders while he stares at Akaashi's sash and lower. He's unable to see his cock but he doesn't need to, his hand motions and the white silk waving back and forth are sufficiently telling.

"Sorry, I'm repulsive aren't I?" Akaashi exhales as he rubs himself slowly.

"No, you aren't. I should be apologizing instead for forcing you into this."

"Haha, you're kind to a fault. ...I wanted to do it, Hinata. I wanted to prove that I wasn't weak and look where that's brought me," he grins self-deprecatingly.

"I wouldn't say it was so bad then."

That flippant remark takes Akaashi off guard.

"It is, we shouldn't be doing this."

"You'd rather do it with a stranger?"

"Of course not. I'm- I'm happy it's you."

"Me too."

Akaashi's heart beats at triple speed sharing a knowing glance with Hinata and his hand jerks faster in response, compelling himself not to break eye contact until the other does first yet regretting it as soon as Hinata's blown-up pupils shift to his navel area. That doesn't stop him though, in fact it feels best baring his body to someone he likes.

"Hinata," he sighs, bordering a groan.

"Do you enjoy being watched?"

His tone isn't judgmental, just curious.

The mage has trouble verbalizing a coherent answer when all his blood has suddenly shot towards his cock. He decides actions are better than words, so he pulls aside his garb to show him how much he's enjoying what they're doing. His reddened hard-on is sticking up, the head appears to be moist and his girth has thick veins protruding throughout the whole thing. That isn't all though, there's a rubbery item encircling the root — likely the reason for how swollen it is.

"I didn't think Kenma's spell would be so efficient. It reproduced exactly what I pictured myself to wear down to the last bits...the devil is in the details, you see." 

"You've had that on since-"

"From the minute I stepped on stage, yes. I was terrified of getting aroused in public or that someone would catch me if I did. It worked until I noticed you; I couldn't quit throbbing thinking that you saw me."

Once again the curtain falls covering Akaashi's member, although its image is already etched deep in Hinata's brain. "You endured it all along for us," he commends him as he cuts the distance between them, so close he can almost touch the other's erection with his lips.

Meanwhile Akaashi has begun stroking in earnest urged by the proximity and the warmth of Hinata's breath. It feels so wrong and so right at the same time and it's taking Akaashi an inhuman amount of self-control not to rip his sash away to feel Hinata's smooth, supple lips. Still, he would never forgive himself if he did such a thing without permission so he tries to push these abominable urges away by punishing his own body, pumping his cock roughly and carelessly. So rough the silk has gotten slightly wet at the tip.

Just now Hinata realizes the faint glow of his heart-shaped mark.

"Almost...there..." Akaashi gazes down absentmindedly as he yanks his cross top aside, pinching and massaging his nipples for the extra stimulus. But nothing turns him on more than the sight of Hinata's beautiful face; ah, how badly he longs to defile it. It would be so easy to come all over him right now, spilling everything he has until his face were completely sullied with his seed, and even then he would still look angelic. He moans thinking of it, pleasures himself harder and smiles because tonight he doesn't feel intoxicated by his curse; it's him who wants to give his dear Hero a taste of his cum and see him gulp it down diligently as he fantasizes he would.

"Ah...Shouyou, I'm gonna..."

It doesn't take an expert to see Akaashi is on the edge of bliss, but Hinata can sense he's either holding back or his tight cock ring is preventing him from finishing off; good thing he's got a solution for both. He places his hands on Akaashi's thighs and then he presses his lips softly against the damp patch of cloth wrapping the head. Just a single magic kiss does the trick.

"Mm-mmff!"

Hinata finds the way he nips on his bottom lip not to make noise cute unlike his rushed handjob, letting out so much the silk turns translucent soaked in cum. He can taste him and feel how his cock pulses through it praying this gesture will nullify the curse effects. When Akaashi unscrews his eyes they've returned to their original color and his heart mark has vanished, but now he's suddenly ran out of words.

"Th-thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You didn't leave me alone."

"'Tis a Hero's duty!"

"Hey...can I repay you?" He makes a lewd hand pump towards his open mouth.

"Geh, I thought you recovered from the curse!"

"This one's on me."

Before things get worse —or better, depending who you ask— they hear steps nearby. The demon has come to the date.

"There you are hottie pie! Wait, where are your sexy clothes?"

Kenma's mana must be depleted causing Akaashi's black mage attire to return to normal after his time ran out. He calmly puts on his glasses and grabs his rod from his pocket, summoning a fireball that lights up the entire garden at night.

"Tell me everything you know about the Demon King or I'll send you straight to your maker, rotten creature."

"Someone's pissed."

- - -

"Yo, where have you guys been?" Kenma waves at Hinata and Akaashi from the entrance gate. "We were worried since you'd left without saying anything."

"Not me, I was mostly worried about Shouyou-kun," Atsumu cheerfully chimes in, "this exhibitionist can handle things on his own. Ain't that right, Keiji-kun?"

"Ahem. While you were doing nothing Hinata-san and I gathered information."

"You hurt my feelings! I was busy too," he smirks taking a full coin pouch from his pocket, obviously not belonging to him.

Kageyama glares at him accusingly, "When did you get that?"

"Stole it from the pervy demon."

"'Tsumu, that's wrong!"

"Aww, yer not gonna hate me for nabbin' money from some evil bastard. Check out all this gold, it'll pay for our next trip."

"I won't condone his actions but we'll need that for food supplies," Akaashi crosses his arms, "the road to the warrior's village is treacherous without preparation."

"Psst, Akaashi-san?" Bokuto calls him from under his black hat. "Your mana is like, super sizzling! What happened?"

The serious-faced man peeks at the Hero.

"I've found an amulet to fend off my curse, is all."

- - -

Another demon watches these events unfold inside his crystal ball. Red magician robe, horns, spiky black hair — it can be no other than Kuroo Tetsurou.

"Good job shrimpy...right into my trap!"

Chapter Text

"I'm just a messenger, I swear to the devil!"

"Then you aren't useful to us. Perish."

After salvaging many obstacles at the red light district Hinata and Akaashi cornered the demon they had been tracking all along, who quickly submitted when the black mage lifted his rod against him. 

"Don't, p-please don't kill me, I'll fess up!!" he trembles, bowing on the ground. "Only the upper rank demons know of his highness' location, it's top secret information for lowly servants like me, but I've heard there's a place where fools who oppose us gather to trade information and look for equipment. It's called..."

- - -

"The warrior's village," Hinata reads on the arrow-shaped post signaling its entrance. He had heard rumors about it. According to old tales this is where the last Hero who vanquished the past reincarnation of the Demon King hailed from, although it doesn't appear as such a fabled place given its ruinous state. Perhaps it used to be a bigger town that fell into decay since not many dare to fight against demons anymore, but those who do begin here for a reason. It hasn't lost its charm thanks to the countless item shops and outdoor smitheries which Hinata finds quite fascinating. The cling-clang of hammers hitting on ore can be heard everywhere and the furnaces warm up the whole village with the strength of their ashes.

"If only I had spare money," Hinata sighs browsing through the catalog of swords and armors made with utmost finesse, no matter where he checks.

"I can always get us more," Atsumu grins.

"No 'Tsumu, no swiping!"

"Tch, yer such a goody two-shoes."

"We don't wanna get in trouble with- ack!" Hinata bumps into someone wearing a chest plate, shedding a tear from the pain of a crushed nose as he looks up at the other person — or is he even human? The man is so massive and bulked up he can't tell if he's actually a bear in disguise, the resemblance made more uncanny since he's also wearing hides atop of his armor.

"Watch where you're going kiddo, you're so tiny I almost stepped on you."

"I'm not tiny, you're just a giant!"

"Oh? Should I take that as an insult?"

Atsumu mutters from behind, "Psst, no trouble, remember Shouyou-kun?"

"No, I wish I was that tall," Hinata sulks.

The man cackles, "Gahaha!! You've got guts, kid! What brings you to the warrior's village, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm going to fight the Demon King. These are my partners and we've come to-"

"You what."

"Because I'm the Hero, see?" he proclaims unsheathing and wielding his sword.

For a moment the man goes mute, but then he laughs even louder than before.

"A pup like you, fight the Demon King?" he waves at the warriors passing by to come see Hinata as if he were a circus clown. Suddenly he finds himself surrounded by a group of men as huge as the first.

"He says he's the Hero, with a cute face like that!" another smothers his cheeks.

"Whush wrung wiff it?" he muffles.

"The last Hero was a hundred times rougher, and probably a million times stronger looking at those lanky arms of yours."

"You call that a sword? Are you sure it isn't a toy?"

"I'm surprised he can carry it."

"Graaahh!! I'm stronger than I look, okay?" Hinata lashes back, "And I'm a Hero in training, so I'm still building muscle!"

"At least you're brave. Too bad that doesn't mean you'll survive longer."

"Come on, just give me a chance to prove myself," the Hero nearly begs.

"Well, there's this guy...none of us have been able to land a hit on him. He's the strongest warrior we've met and he said that if we couldn't best him, we wouldn't stand a chance against the Demon King."

"So if I can hit him once that'll make me the strongest in the village," Hinata puffs his chest as he asks for directions to find said warrior, leaving the rest of his party behind to face the challenge alone.

"Shouldn't we follow him?" asks Kageyama trying not to sound too concerned from his usual indifferent self.

Kenma shakes his head. "It's a solo quest."

- - -

"I'm gonna whack that guy so hard noone will look down on me ever again," Hinata grumbles as he walks towards the back of the village, where the training grounds —and his opponent— are. Throughout the field he sees several tools for battle simulation, from targets pierced by arrows to punching bags and beat up rag dolls mimicking different monster sizes, most of them meant for melee fighters. And then, at the end of a row of tree trunks cut cleanly as if they'd been severed with a single blow he finds a man clad in a plain grey armor, carrying a broad sword as long as his own body.

"Hey, you there!"

The warrior shifts around; his green eyes are sharp and his short, spiky brown hair reminds Hinata of a hedgehog. He's handsome despite what he had expected.

"A-are you," Hinata gulps, "the famous warrior everyone's talking about?"

"If by famous you mean I've won a few sparring matches, I guess. Don't tell me these idiots have sent you too," he chuckles, "they're getting desperate."

The Hero readies for battle.

"Don't underestimate me."

Common sense dictates that a heavy sword like the one the man is holding would make him slower, however when Hinata rushes to throw the first swing he's surprised by his rapid deflection, as if his sword weighed less than a feather.

"Likewise," the warrior grins parrying Hinata's flurry of attacks with ease. What's worse, while Hinata is getting tired he seems to be making no effort whatsoever; he doesn't even retaliate. 

"Dammit!" 

Out of exasperation Hinata lunges onwards with all of his body. That's when his rival finally deigns to evade him, only to use his own momentum against him by making him trip and fall with a foot. 

"Gwah! That's cheating!"

"The Demon King always fights dirty, you'd better get used to it if you really want to defeat him."

"How did you know I was-?"

The warrior smirks as he aims his sword at Hinata, "You've got your sources, I've got mine. Now give me your best shot."

Hinata inhales and exhales slowly, grasping tightly at his sword as he concentrates on his mana flow.

[ Skill: Quick Attack ]

He pounces at the other like a flash of lightning, barely a fraction of a second faster than he can react to his speed. The violent clash of swords sends the bigger one flying upwards despite its weight, but the recoil grants the warrior enough time to recover and counterattack; Hinata swings his arm hoping to dent his armor while his rival prepares to land a punch, resorting instinctively to his strongest assets now that he's been unarmed.

"Hyaah!!"

PLONK.

"Ah...h-huh...?" Hinata's head feels dizzy all of a sudden although he didn't get hit yet — not by a fist, that is. The sword fell down the same way it went up, with such misfortune the handle tip struck him dead on. He loses consciousness after that.

- - -

"Get up."

A faint voice calls.

"Not yet mom, " Hinata thinks. 

"Shit. I hope he isn't dead."

"Wait, mom never sounded so angry."

Little by little Hinata comes back to his senses with the warrior sitting by his side.

"Thank goodness you're okay, I was able to stop the bleeding before it got worse."

"What happened?"

"You got lucky, that's what," he says eyeing at his sword cleaved deep in the ground. "If it had landed on the opposite side you would've been sliced in half."

"Oh...ow!" Hinata winces rubbing at the top of his head. He's awake now and definitely in pain, but instead of worrying about his concussion he only thinks of their battle result. "Who won in the end?"

"You're one tough cookie, I'll admit it," the warrior grins pointing at the hardly noticeable dent on his chest plate.

"Yeeaaah, take that you jerks!"

"Don't flail so much or you'll faint again."

"I can't help it, you fought so well I can't believe I scratched you at all," Hinata gazes at the other with admiration. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Introductions after crossing swords huh, that's quite an original way to make friends," the man stretches his arm for a handshake. "The name's Hajime. Hajime Iwaizumi from Aoba Johsai's guild."

"Shouyou Hinata!"

"Heh, I'm glad you passed my test...otherwise I wouldn't have let you leave this village in one piece."

"I don't get it. Why do you fight everyone who's going after the Demon King?"

Iwaizumi knits his brows, "...It would be suicide if they can't even get past me, and I'm not nearly as powerful as him. I don't want them to throw their lives away."

He sounds way too hurt as he explains it so Hinata surmises he isn't being completely honest.

"That doesn't explain how you knew I was after him too."

"Right. I received a letter yesterday."

"There you are, boke!" Kageyama interrupts their chat running towards the redhead, "You took so long I thought-"

He stops in his tracks as though he'd seen a ghost and his face turns pale as snow when he notices the other man.

"Kageyama," the warrior blinks not believing his eyes, just as stupefied.

"Iwa-Iwaizumi-s-san," he stammers.

Hinata tilts his head, "You guys knew each other?" Sadly Kageyama escapes back to the village before he can inquire any longer.

"What a small world."

"Wait just a moment Iwaizumi-san, I've never seen Kageyama run away from anything, not even a horde of monsters!" Hinata is curious of his cowardly reaction making sparkly eyes at the warrior.

"I couldn't have imagined we'd ever meet again after what happened with Shittykawa at the hunter's village."

A questioning look from Hinata urges him to speak up — the truth this time.

"Let me tell you a tragic tale of kings and demons."

- - -

"Hello everyone, my name is Tooru Oikawa. I'm 12 years old and I decided to stay here for a while to learn archery, so I'll be in your care from now on," he smiles.

The elders of the hunter's village presented the child as a refugee. All they knew about him was that his parents died when he was an infant and he'd been wandering around ever since, learning how to fare in the world without guidance nor restrictions. Given his circumstances he was doing quite well as he appeared in the village wearing clothes befitting a rich family's young heir, mayhaps a parting gift from his late parents, or stolen goods as some wicked voices murmured. Soon these fears turned into devotion thanks to the child's charming personality granting him the favors of the locals. Love, food, a small cabin to live, girls fawning over him as if he were a gallant knight... He repaid such kindness by becoming one of the best hunters that provided for the village in his teenage years, but the real reward was being idolized by all.

"Um, Oikawa-san?"

A boy younger than him, with blueberry-colored hair and rich blue eyes stands behind him holding a bow in his hands.

"Do you want to train together?"

"My my, the princeling needs my help? I thought you were a genius."

The one thing he couldn't stand were people naturally more gifted than him, and there was no better example than Kageyama who had been born to hold a bow, surpassing him despite his tender age. Oikawa's ego demanded retribution.

"Quit being an ass Shittykawa," his best friend Iwaizumi punches on his shoulder. "Kageyama, you can pair up with me if you'd like. Let's catch a big deer today."

"Yes, thank you!"

"Don't abandon me Iwa-chaaan~"

"Don't be so damn clingy. If you aren't going to teach him anything then I will."

Oikawa's gaze darkens with malice.

"I'll teach him alright."

The sun rises again — Kageyama picks up his bow, arrow quiver, and heads over to target training as he does every morning, except when he arrives he finds his archer partners flocking around Oikawa. Instead of greeting him as usual they stay far apart.

"Just who does he think he is?"

"He's always criticizing our shooting stance and glares at us when we miss."

"Yeah, not everyone can be mister perfect."

They're not so much as whispers since Kageyama can hear them without problem as he takes his spot facing a target, trying to ignore their gossiping.

"Nobody wants to pair up with him because he's such a perfectionist."

His target is there as immobile as ever. Then why does his pulse shake so much?

"The title of king of the forest suits him."

"I never asked for it," Kageyama thinks.

"Because he's alone all the time, hehe."

"Ugh!"

His fingers slip and his arrow flies ahead and past the target. A complete miss.

"Bfft! Did you see that?"

Oikawa stares as Kageyama rushes away from the collective humiliation.

"There can only be one king, Tobio-chan," he smirks.

A few targets away Iwaizumi is tempted to shoot an arrow at Oikawa seeing what happened. After the training session is over he drags his friend to a corner hoping to get a proper explanation.

"You're taking things too far," he huffs pushing Oikawa roughly against a tree.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. You're turning everyone against Kageyama for no damn reason."

"I hate him, that's why."

"Huh?!"

"He's popular even though he's unfriendly towards others...while I have to act nice and fake a smile to get them to like me. It's unfair, so I thought I'd turn the tables," Oikawa shrugs his shoulders.

"You son of a-" Iwaizumi raises his fist only to be stopped by a magic force field. He gasps at the sight of his friend's irises turning red and slitted like a demon's while a pair of horns pop up from his head.

"Oops, I lost my concentration," Oikawa giggles nonchalantly before redoing the illusion spell that hides his real identity.

"Are you a-"

"I guess I'll tell you the truth since we're besties, Iwa-chan. Some call me lord of darkness, but I prefer Demon King, it sounds cooler!" he makes two peace signs and smiles as a sort of introductory magical girl pose. However Iwaizumi doesn't bat an eye.

"Boo, it's no fun if you don't freak out."

"It actually makes sense. I just thought you were too stupid to be a demon."

"Hmph," he pouts.

"Now what, are we going to fight?"

"Not if you keep it a secret. I'll leave the village peacefully once I'm done with my business," he offers his pinky finger as a promise, as little value as it holds.

"If you hurt anyone the deal's off."

Iwaizumi sealed a deal with the devil with their pinkies intertwined. Time passed by and he could only watch from afar as Oikawa's manipulation reached a state where the whole archery team despised Kageyama solely because of him. Then an important monster hunt was announced — a test for novices to prove their worth. As the custom rules for such events every archer must find a partner, otherwise they aren't allowed to leave the village for their own safety. When Kageyama arrived he looked left and right for a companion, yet nobody agreed to go with him. Kindaichi went with Kunimi, Matsukawa with Hanamaki, Iwaizumi with Oikawa, and one after another the pairs left the village until only him remained, eyes watery as he gripped at his bow painfully aware that he wouldn't be able to join them. Oikawa's devious scheme came to fruition.

"I'm alone," Kageyama hushed as he slumped home. From that day he began showing up less to target training. From daily attendance to thrice a week, then twice, once, and then nothing. He went on hunting sprees for hours by himself practicing until his fingers bled all so he wouldn't need to rely on anyone. At some point he decided the forest itself was a better home than the village full of people who ostracized him, hence he built a cabin in the deepest parts surrounded by trees and only returned to visit his family or his grandfather's grave. He severed ties with his past and secluded himself not to be seen until he had gotten powerful enough to show those who doubted him they were wrong.

The next week Oikawa also said his goodbyes to the hunter's village.

"Thank you very much guys," Oikawa waves off at the friends and acquaintances he's made unsure whether they're fake or not. "I've learnt everything there is to know about archery here. I'll never forget these years spent with you, so I hope we see each other again."

Setting foot outside of his temporary home he finds Iwaizumi waiting for him.

"Nice speech, I almost believed it."

"I kept my promise."

"Why did you come to the village in the first place, Oikawa?"

The Demon King dispels his illusion spell revealing his regal dark lord attire.

"Let's say I keep my friends close, but my enemies closer," he winks mischievously.

"Then the next time we meet it'll be as enemies."

"I'll be waiting, my dear Iwa-chan!"

- - -

"That's why Kageyama is known as the fallen king among us hunters," Iwaizumi explains to a slack-jawed Hinata.

"Wow, the Demon King is a bully."

"He wasn't always like that. Sure, he was vain and annoying, but deep down he was a good guy who helped his friends whenever they needed it. He changed for the worse when he came of age at 16."

"Maybe he had a rebellious puberty."

"Nah, I suspect it's the moment he fully grasped his predecessors' knowledge as Demon King."

"But why did he pick on Kageyama?"

Iwaizumi scrapes his neck, "Jealousy, or something else I don't know about. Anyways, I felt extremely guilty for letting him get away with it so I began a journey to take him down with my own hands. I learnt how to fight with different weapons, though I wound up picking a sword and became pretty good as you can see."

"Then join my party, we'll do it together!"

"You shouldn't get involved in other's vendetta," he refuses shaking his head, "besides, I haven't apologized to Kageyama properly yet. Some day I'll force the Demon King to bow down with me for everything he went through."

"Aren't I kinda involved already?"

"Fair enough," Iwaizumi laughs ruefully.

They fall silent for a while letting all the information sink in Hinata's head. 

"Let's make it a competition then," Hinata gets up on his feet, "whoever defeats the Demon King first has to pay for the celebratory banquet!"

"You got it. Can I ask you for a favor before we start the chase though?"

"Mhm."

"Take care of the fallen king for me."

Hinata's smile is vastly reassuring.

"Will do!"

And so they part ways, each going in opposite directions as Hinata returns to the campsite where he finds Kageyama roasting a big boar on the fire for dinner. He bites his tongue not to ask him directly for his side of the story —he fled earlier and he could do it again— but he approaches him to talk regardless.

"He told you, didn't he?" the archer barks immediately. Hinata takes air in his chest.

"You're super strong, Kageyama!"

He flinches at Hinata's outburst.

"What-"

"Strong, reliable, straightforward and handsome!" he spouts all the good qualities of his he can think of, "I don't care what anyone from your village thinks, you're a great friend, and I know I can trust you with my life so, what I mean to say is...I'm happy to be your partner."

Kageyama drops the roasted chunk of meat he was holding out of shock — he's looking at Hinata like he hung the moon and the stars just for him, eyes shimmy and blurry brimming with gratefulness. What a nosy, loud and stupidly blunt redhead he's found; never in his life he would have chosen to fight alongside such a weakling and yet, right now, he feels he couldn't have gotten luckier. He has to wait for the knot in his throat to disappear before he's able to say anything.

"O-okay," he covers up his blush looking into the bonfire so close his cheeks feel like burning, but it isn't the fire's fault. 

"Well then, um, I'll let the rest know dinner is ready."

A still thrown aback Kageyama watches him leave. Once he's gone he whispers sweet words only for the wind to hear.

"...I'm happy too, dumbass."

- - -

"Lord Kuroo, I've brought a letter."

"Oh, he replied?" the red mage opens it sitting comfortably on the armchair of his chamber located in the Demon King's castle, where upper rank demons reside.

"He passed the test."

That's the extent of the message penned in an aggressive, strong handwriting.

"Welp, shrimpy surely is surpassing my expectations if he beat that man," he snickers burning the letter in his hand. "Things are about to get interesting."

Chapter Text

"Help me...Kage...yama."

A distressed call from the Hero who lies collapsed on the ground, shaking and panting as he curls up into a ball. 

"Hinata, hang in there, just don't move!!"

- - -

That very morning everything was normal. The Hero's party set up on another journey to gather information after their encounter with Hajime Iwaizumi, a mighty warrior and former friend of the Demon King. The man filled them in some useful intel about their past —and Kageyama's— but to continue their path more supplies will be needed, specially since monsters should be higher level the further they venture inside enemy territory. In preparation for the upcoming battles Kenma suggested that they go shopping for herbs, potions and equipment.

"Leave it to me," Hinata says when Kenma hands him an errand list, "I'll get a bunch of these, uh- artemisia absinthium thingies!"

"It's wormwood," Kenma snickers. Hinata still looks as if he'd heard a new language.

"You're asking too much of this country bumpkin," Kageyama sighs nabbing the paper. "He didn't leave his town until recently, I doubt he call tell what half of these are, much less recognize them."

"Who're you calling a bumpkin? Don't you live in a shack in the middle of nowhere?"

Kageyama smirks proudfully, "That's why I know every herb in the forest, dumbass."

"Grrr, you just had to show off!"

"Okay, forget it, maybe Miya-san or Akaashi-san would be willing to go with..."

Normally Atsumu would jump at any opportunity to spend alone time with Hinata and Akaashi is always prone to lend a hand if asked to, but today it's different. They're both acting oddly disinterested, almost appointedly so at the idea. Atsumu seems busy counting stolen trinkets within his pouch while Akaashi's gaze remains on a dark arts book, neither saying anything.

"Or not."

"Watch me get them all first, Bakageyama."

"I'm the expert here, boke."

"It's a race then!" Hinata smiles as he takes the lead running ahead of the archer. Kenma watches them leave their camp at breakneck speed, praying they actually finish the task without causing a ruckus in town yet holding little hope that they do. He'll have to wait in his tent for news.

That leaves two guarding the bonfire.

"How strange," Akaashi mutters.

"What's up?" Atsumu wiggles his ears. 

"You didn't offer to go with Hinata."

"I was about to say the same."

They exchange a curious glance.

"Yer into him, aren'tcha Keiji-kun?"

"It would've been dangerous if I went."

"Answer the damn question," Atsumu growls.

"It's because I am that it is dangerous."

"Tch. Yer just a scrawny mage, what could happen?"

"I assume you like him too."

"Ain't gonna get my pants in a twist 'cause of a few amazin' blowjobs...and I don't care if he gives 'em to someone else in case you were wonderin'," he glares furiously conveying the opposite.

"You're wrong," Akaashi blushes acutely, "it is simply a means to suppress my curse."

"Who would've guessed ya were such a sex-crazed bastard."

"You're one to speak. Chasing Hinata around like a puppy...what will you do next time you're in heat, hump at his leg?"

"For your information I am in heat and I haven't humped him. Not yet anyways."

Akaashi arches his brows, "You are?"

"I'm tryin' to be a good boy," he sulks, "I can't keep botherin' him with my problems so I'm- you know, doin' it on my own."

"Me too," Akaashi glances away out of embarrassment for what he's about to say. "I grow restless whenever I'm around him despite Kozume-san's medicine."

"Yup, sounds like yer horny."

"Ugh."

"Jackin' off doesn't cut it huh."

The black mage shakes his head shily.

"Wait, you said Kenma-kun gives you medicine. Maybe he's got other stuff we could use to relax, like sleeping powder!"

"You're right, maybe there are alternative remedies to our condition."

"Then what're we waitin' for?"

They suddenly barge in Kenma's tent and he nearly has a heart attack as they do.

"I need help with-" they speak at once.

"My curse."

"My heat!"

"Do you know what privacy means?" 

"Forgive the intrusion," Akaashi bows on his knees forcing Atsumu to imitate him, "but we require your wisdom."

Kenma puts down his PSP still reticent to listen yet intrigued by their request.

"We thought you may have some kind of special medicine able to reduce-"

"We're real horny," Atsumu admits plainly.

"Pff!" Kenma chortles. "I'm sorry guys, even white magic has its limitations. Akaashi-san's medicine is the best I could manage with my current brewing skills, and I'm not an expert in kemonomimi creatures."

"Man, the almighty white mages aren't as impressive as people make 'em out to be."

"I didn't say I couldn't do anything," Kenma produces a thick worn-out tome from his magical drawstring bag, "only that I won't be using my regular magical spells."

A secret book gifted by Kuroo full of forbidden texts by the most mischievous of demons, now in Kenma's power. He flips its pages until he finds a useful one.

"Lover's Bound," he names it, pointing at the page with a weird picture as example.

"The hell is that thing?"

"You'll see."

Kenma holds his wand and begins chanting the spell from memory.

"Put your palms up and think of a person you like. It will fail without a vivid image."

Atsumu and Akaashi close their eyes picturing the same person — Hinata. His red hair glowing like embers under the sun, his uplifting smile, the sound of his laugh, how smooth his skin is, its bronzed hue...

"Linked by soul, linked by flesh."

...but also every intimate nook of his body. They've seen it all since they bath together in rivers and springs during their travels. That includes his most prominent feature.

"Let thy desire take shape."

Something glows in their hands as they envision Hinata's bottoms. Once the light disappears it becomes a tangible item similar to a cylinder and soft at the touch.

"Doesn't seem edible," Atsumu sniffs on its skin-like surface, "and it's got a hole."

"What do we do with this, Kozume-san?"

The white mage makes a finger circle with one hand, then thrusts his index inside with the other as to demonstrate its usage. Akaashi's cheeks turn flushed as cherries.

"Tha-that's your solution?!" he stammers.

"It will satisfy your cravings. The book says it adapts accordingly copying the body of person you like to the tiniest details. Tightness, temperature, even the folds of-"

"I'll take it," Atsumu shakes his tail appreciatively before rushing to his tent.

Akaashi has many doubts about such a questionable invention, although he's too confused to ask how or why does it exist. He bows down politely as thanks for the trouble then leaves Kenma's tent quietly.

"Good grief," the exasperated blonde huffs shutting the heavy tome with a bang.

- - -

"So this is rosemary?"

"Yes, it's good when you catch a cold."

"And what's this for?"

"Turmeric is a powerful antibiotic."

"Wooow, you're super smart Kageyama!"

The archer rolls his eyes, "It's basic knowledge for any adventurer worth their salt. I can't believe you almost got tricked into buying grass for medicinal herbs."

"I already said sorry... Next time I'll borrow Kenma's book, it has pictures of them."

"Let's stick together for now, we'll get through the list he gave us faster."

"Uhn," Hinata nods accepting defeat. He walks after Kageyama as they visit the different street vends stocked with potion ingredients he'd never seen before, the air around wafting with a fragrant combination of incense, flowers, oils and herbs. It makes him dizzy due to their intensity so he lets Kageyama handle the shopping while he falls behind checking other stalls. A small one catches his eye displaying a variety of handcrafted gear, from weapons to intricate pieces of armor. If his purse were heavier he'd pick up the best for everyone in his party, yet with his meager savings he only has enough for light equipment such as arm protectors. There's somebody among his partners that could find that useful, hence he pulls out his last silver coin to make the purchase.

"Oi boke, don't stray too far!"

Hinata runs onwards through the crowd until he sees Kageyama stationed by a magical charm shop, quickly tapping his foot and wearing an irascible expression.

"Anything wrong?"

"I wanted to get you an anti-demon charm, but look at these prices," he frowns.

The redhead takes a gander of said charms, however as much as he attempts to he can't sense any imbued mana within them — they're colorful, useless pebbles. Kageyama is an expert in herbs, yet totally dumb when it comes to magic items. The thought is what counts and that giddiness urges Hinata to reveal his own present.

"Huh." Kageyama stares bemusedly while the other straps a pair of black archery gloves on his hands, made of fine leather.

"Now you won't get blisters anymore."

"...Why?"

Hinata gazes at his feet in abashment. "Um, because you always have to ask Kenma to heal your hands after training?"

"I'm used to it," he snaps his hands away from Hinata's lest he notices his fast pulse.

"Geez, a thanks wouldn't hurt."

It's not that Kageyama isn't happy with the gift; on the contrary, he's just unaccustomed to kindness from people caused by years of ostracism and distrust living in the hunter's village. That's why he doesn't know what to do or say, so instead of making a fool of himself he puts up a wall to feel safe, painful as that is too.

"I'll make it worth your while," he mumbles.

"You'd better! Now let's- BWUH?!" Hinata flinches violently all of a sudden, eyes round as plates and mouth fully agape.

"Did you just get stung?"

"N-no, it must've been my imagination."

- - -

"Holy moly, this is the real deal."

A candle holder illuminates the inside of Atsumu's tent. As soon as he was alone he began inspecting the magic tool Kenma created, finding nothing suspicious until he stuck a finger inside to test its properties and confirming it truly works as advertised.

"It's hot and it puckered up when I put it in," Atsumu marvels at the way it clenches around his middle finger. "That nerd was hidin' somethin' this pervy. No wonder he survived alone in that tower if he could put his cock in here whenever he wanted."

Apparently the fleshy cylinder behaves like a real human body would included the part about lacking prior lubrication. The blonde pulls out his finger and spits in the hole without much care, then plunges both his index and middle all the way forward.

"Aha, it's gettin' looser now," he hums as he slowly thrusts his digits in and out. "...What kinda sex toy needs foreplay?"

- - -

"Augh!"

Another jolt courses through Hinata's body.

"What's going on?!" he silently panics, "My ass feels like it's burning!"

His legs are shaking and he's fumbling on his feet so often Kageyama has noticed.

"You okay?"

"It must be the Demon King's doing," he bites on his bottom lip not to moan, "I have to endure it, like Akaashi-san does."

"I'll buy a cold drink, don't move."

He can't even if he wanted, not when his ass is being spread open by invisible evil forces. Ignoring Kageyama's words he starts searching for a hiding spot, finding an empty alleyway nearby and a pile of boxes he can lean onto before his legs fail.

"Ooh crap..." he shudders.

- - -

Atsumu's fingers have curled forming a hook, fiddling inside as he'd do if he were teasing his lover's prostate — which would be quite easy to spot thanks to their length. At this point he's doing it out of curiosity since he's never seen a sex toy so realistic, but now he deems it moist enough to use.

"Damn, I can't wait to try it."

- - -

"Hinata!"

"H-here, I'm here!" the redhead replies.

Kageyama peeks around the corner to see him adjusting his belt.

"What were you doing?"

"I had to pee."

The archer's sight is rather sharp to catch a slimy substance staining the wall he was facing. Something doesn't add up.

"Gross. You could've gone to a tavern."

They resume their stroll across the marketplace as if nothing had happened except Hinata's face is getting redder by the moment. He's clutching the bag full of herbs with both hands against his crotch as though he were carrying a heavy load, and judging by the sweat perspiring from his forehead it could very well be true.

"It stopped," he sighs relaxing a bit. "But I can't let my guard down, I bet that demonic bastard cast a curse on me. I should ask Kenma to remove it when we're at camp."

"I have to resupply on arrows," Kageyama says signaling at the weapon shop. "I'm not going to play hide and seek with you anymore today so you're tagging along."

"Yessir."

While Kageyama is distracted haggling with the shopkeeper Hinata fumbles within the bag, grabbing a bunch of herbs at once.

"Kenma blends these for his potions, maybe if I chew on them that'll dispel- AH!"

He lets out an unmistakable moan. The rowdiness in the shop muffled it, however the next time he may not be so fortunate. Suddenly he's felt something blunt and big pressing at his asshole; he recognizes the shape as that of a man's girth if only by its warmth and the throbbing mushroom tip. He fights against it by tightening the rim as much as he can, but resistance is futile.

"Mmnnf," he stifles his voice slapping a hand on his mouth while his insides accommodate for the whole shaft easier than he would have expected due to the foreplay session he withstood earlier.

"Oh no, no, please not here."

- - -

"Fuuuck, this is crazy," Atsumu groans.

The walls of the cylinder are coiling and spasming around him as he rocks his hips, fucking into it ardently with a single person in mind. "Shouyou-kun," he hushes, unaware that all the pleasure he means to offer is being transferred directly to him. Strange as it is he senses a kind of connection that he can't explain — his ears are filled with sweet moans and something weighs on his navel as if he were clapping against Hinata's rear. Each push is delightfully real whether it is an illusion or not. He doesn't care either way, thrusting wildly to release all the pent-up tension he's held in not to bother Hinata. Not to be thrown aside by another significant person. His beloved Hero already saved him once, he can't possibly ask him to handle his heat too. How he wishes he would though, if only once so he could mount him and bite his slender neck to mark him as his partner forever. The idea sets his chest on fire and gets him harder than he imagined he'd be using a fake, even though he firmly believes nothing can replace the original.

"I can do it inside, can't I?" he licks his lips, "...Yeah, Shouyou-kun would like it."

- - -

A throaty grunt echoes in Hinata's ears. He stands on his toes and gasps aloud when the ghostly length bumps at his deepest part, twitching nonstop until he can feel the warmth of his seed almost seeping out.

"Mmmhh," he trembles at the brink of bliss.

"Got the arrows," the archer appears waking Hinata up from his trance. He can't compose himself in time to act normal, and Kageyama must be suspicious because he suddenly places his hand on Hinata's forehead. "I knew it. You must have a fever, why didn't you say anything?"

"I, er, didn't wanna worry you," he lies.

"Dumbass...let's find the apothecary, a potion or two should patch you up."

Hinata wants to refuse out of fear of making a mess in his pants, but he doesn't have a choice since Kageyama has taken the lead grabbing him by the collar. Sadly he hasn't seen the last of Kenma's tool yet.

- - -

"Could you please stop being so noisy? I'm trying to read here," Akaashi complains. Atsumu's tent is close by and his moans prevent him from focusing on his studies.

The only answer he gets is a beastly growl.

Akaashi sighs removing his glasses. His neighbor is obviously having fun with Kenma's tool; still, he finds it debasing. Resorting to such cheap magic isn't in his nature, but so isn't to look for a stranger just to satisfy his sexual urges. He gets sick in the stomach thinking he could lose control and throw himself into someone's arms as he did in a not so distant past. He's infinitely grateful for Kenma's and Hinata's assistance in that regard, and he's certain that he can trust the white mage's skills with his life, although that doesn't make it any less embarrassing in his mind. Being honest he'd tried countless sex toys since he was afflicted with the incubus curse, left terribly disappointed when he couldn't be satisfied without human heat.

"It won't work just like the rest," he scowls.

Then he remembers Kenma's explanation.

"The book says it adapts accordingly copying the body of person you like to the tiniest details. Tightness, temperature, even the folds of-"

His ears and cheeks burn seizing the item.

"...Something's leaking from the gap."

A milky liquid he assumes must be lube. A ball of spit gets stuck in his throat and he has to look sideways just to make sure nobody is watching him right now. Then he decides to investigate prodding a finger in.

"This is advanced witchcraft," he acknowledges upon the fleshy tact, bumpy and narrow akin to a human being's. The amount of lube is excessive, but he blames it on the high quality of the contraption. His cock throbs right away.

More lewd whines resound in the forest.

The black mage throws his shame away and soon his voice joins the duet.

"Sorry Hinata, I'm sorry, I want you so badly," he apologizes for thinking of the Hero so perversely, for dreaming of folding him over a bed and doing whatever he wants with him until he cries from pleasure. He sheathes himself into the cylinder and snaps his hips as he hopes Hinata would enjoy all the while the heart-shaped mark amidst his collarbones starts glowing, a signal that his incubus curse has activated. His mind is mostly clear though, sufficiently sound that he can distinguish the squelching of the sopped rim, the cum trickling out and Hinata's pleas in the distance. He blames the last part to hallucinations caused by his curse.

- - -

"Fwaah..."

Back at the weapon shop the Hero is struggling to stand still. If the sensation was strong before it has now doubled in intensity as though he were getting penetrated by two men at once without the extra stretch, sending twice this stimuli to his prostate. He can't swallow his moans any longer so he sprints out of the shop, tossing the bag of herbs before running off behind the building where he drops on all fours. His butt feels extremely good to the point he can't count how many times he's come since this whole ordeal began, his head fuzzy from the constant orgasms and his legs too weakened to respond.

"No more," he implores to the havens or perhaps hell given his situation.

"Shouyou-kun."

"Hinata."

He recognizes these voices.

"I can do it inside, can't I? ...Yeah, Shouyou-kun would like it."

"Sorry Hinata, I'm sorry, I want you so badly."

He can't make any sense of these words, all he understands is that whoever is responsible for this is twitching hard and he's about to get creampied again. But this time he doesn't resist, instead he fondles at his erection finally embracing his fate.

- - -

"We're done with the list."

Kageyama turns around yet Hinata is nowhere to be seen. He spots the herbs they had collected scattered around and a bad feeling makes the hairs of his nape stand on end, rushing outside like a flash.

"Help me...Kage...yama."

A distressed call from the Hero who lies collapsed on the ground, shaking and panting as he curls up into a ball. 

"Hinata, hang in there, just don't move!!"

He carefully turns Hinata around shocked by his disheveled appearance.

"Can't stop," the redhead whispers. His companion helps him to get on his feet, but he has to hold onto his shoulders to even stand hugging him for support.

"Stop what?"

"...Coming."

Kageyama's eyes shoot open, darting down when something hard pokes against him — it isn't Hinata's sword handle. He's sporting a massive dampened bulge.

"I can't walk."

He opts not to ask any questions carrying the Hero in his arms to the closest inn. 

Hinata flops facing the mattress. "Can you take them off?" he requests flailing his legs as to indicate what he meant. Kageyama removes his pants, but that doesn't seem to calm him down.

"My briefs too."

"Boke, I-"

"Do it!"

Once he does he can't look away. Hinata's gaping hole is oozing cum, thick and shiny drooling between his thighs. Something stirs in Kageyama's crotch seeing that.

"It's the Demon King," Hinata whimpers.

"He did this to you?!"

"Dunno, let's go ask Kenma."

They reach the campsite later and break in the white mage's tent without warning.

"You guys too?" 

"My butt is cursed!"

The blonde hikes a brow.

"Really, it's like- like I'm having sex, and I'm dripping as if someone's come inside."

"...When did you get these symptoms?"

"After we went to the marketplace."

Kenma quickly connects the dots, specially with all the ruckus this past hour.

"Tamagotchi, go get the fox guy and Akaashi-san. And bring my magic tools."

The mage's crow familiar summons the rest of the party to the tent.

"Ahem. I've made a huge mistake," he confesses as he opens his forbidden tome. "I missed the small text at the end."

[ Warning: the Lover's Bound spell will link a person's body to the resulting item. Don't use it without their permission! <3 <3 ]

"Kenma, you traitorous snake..."

"My bad, I'll confiscate these immediately."

The cylinders vanish from Atsumu's and Akaashi's hands like dust in the wind.

"Hey, I was gonna use it again!"

"What a pity," Akaashi mourns.

"And you two," Hinata pouts, "How horny were you?! Have some self control, you must have shot buckets in that thing."

They stare at each other absolutely clueless of what they're being accused of. Hinata punches them on the back with his fists without causing no harm whatsoever, yet swearing to get his revenge another day while they leave Kenma's tent together.

"So it was your fault," Kageyama sneers.

"It was an accident."

The archer glances sneakily at the book.

"Can you make another for me? Minus the body binding effect, of course."

Kenma smirks as he readies his wand.

"Put your palms up and think of a person you like. I'll call it...Onahole MK2."

- - -

FIN ❤️

Chapter Text

Thunder, rain and harsh winds slam against the window of a humongous and luxurious bedroom chamber causing the drowsy beast within this castle to awaken.

"Urgh..." he groans as his horns poke from beneath the red duvet adorned with elaborate golden thread patterns. The first step out of bed is always difficult in the morning, although it's hardly distinguishable whether it is day or night with dark clouds ever covering the sky. As such, the beast wobbles his way to the balcony only to see the same old view. 

"Another wonderful day..." Oikawa yawns, greeted by the foul stench of putrid rivers filled with human remains, the roars of monsters which so willingly obey him and the arid lands he rules over. "...in hell." 

And so begins the Demon King's routine. He brushes his teeth, takes off his black satin pajamas and walks nude towards the annex bathroom where he prepares a bath with rose petals and scented candles.

"Evil needs care too," he hums as he soaks in the round tub carved from marble, making it extra bubbly as he likes it. Still, he doesn't stay in for too long lest his skin wrinkles — the last time it happened his servants heard him whimper for hours. While he's still gleaming from the steam he puts on his undergarments, a pair of dark grey pants, matching zipped coat and elegant knee-high white boots. The last touch is a long cloak with a straight up collar clasped together by a skull-shaped brooch that tops off the demonic attire.

"Now then, what calamity should I unleash today?"

Oikawa spins his antique floor globe near the balcony, one he often uses to decide where to strike next by simply placing a finger wherever it lands. He does it over and over again, however no matter the destination none seem appealing for a single reason — almost everything has already been decimated by his predecessors, the former Demon Kings who are to blame for his lack of entertainment. Villages? Too easy. Cities? Void of strong warriors. As a result regardless of all his power he is absolutely, miserably and irremediably...

"Booooored," he pouts childishly. In his desperation he has stoop as low as to escape the castle secretly to play pranks on humans; burning their good luck charms, stealing milk bread from bakeries, cutting children's hair while they sleep and other petty crimes of the sort, all to get a taste of the excitement he desires. Destroying things doesn't cut it anymore, specially without a worthy opponent that never appears as he awaits in his castle like a damsel in distress dreaming of a fight.

"Might as well check what the others are up to."

He has some demon roommates he can bother as means of fun —even if they treat him like a nuisance— so he marches on to pay them a visit starting with the laboratory area where his intel gatherer, accountant and slyest red mage lives.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kuroo grimaces seeing Oikawa peeking in.

"Is that how you speak to your boss?"

"My bad your majesty," he rolls his eyes, "I was in the middle of signing a deal, so-"

Just as he says that a homunculus resembling Hinata appears carrying several scrolls; one of his failed experiments that now acts as a servant and is even dressed as such, complete with a stereotypical butler outfit. Originally they were created to be sparring partners for the Demon King, but since Kuroo wasn't able to reproduce a human soul they had neither feelings nor a will to fight, hence their new purpose to carry on menial tasks such as cooking or cleaning.

"I told you to get rid of these dolls, they creep me out," Oikawa frowns.

"Not unless you want to hire cleaning staff, and I assure you we don't have the spare funds since somebody has been slacking off," the red mage retorts.

"It isn't my fault everyone's poor."

"Totally is though."

"Don't be a smart-ass."

"You pay me for that."

"That's it, I'm gonna turn you into a frog!"

A second homunculus conveniently enters the picture wearing a skirt.

"...Is that a maid outfit?"

"We're short on male uniforms, you see."

Oikawa smirks wider after every step closer to Kuroo's work desk, swipes away the mess of papers he had there then takes a seat on it crossing his legs.

"I'll overlook this issue because I'm feeling generous," he says as he nonchalantly picks on his nails, "...but I hired you to eliminate the Hero's allies. Don't forget you're also earning your friend's protection, he'd be dead as every stupid white mage who posed a threat to the past Demon Kings if it weren't for our little deal."

The black-haired man tenses up right away at the mention of Kenma. "I'll keep that in mind. Anything else or can I continue with my job? I'm rather busy." 

"Sure, sure!" Oikawa hops off towards the door, "...I want roasted chicken for dinner, call one of your dolls to bring it to my room later, alright?" he waves away merrily.

"Shithead," Kuroo squints.

Annoying his underling has put Oikawa in a better mood, though he's still extremely bored. Where to go next? The answer presents itself as he sees two demons keeping guard in front of a door. One tall with a shaved head, the other much shorter with spiky hair like a rooster.

"If it isn't Tanaka-san and Noya-san~"

"Stay away you fiend, pretty boys aren't allowed!" Tanaka assumes a battle stance.

"Oh my, it's good that you're taking your duties as bodyguards serious-"

Nishinoya chimes in loudly. "Kiyoko-sama asked us not to let anyone through this point and that's what we're gonna do!"

"You do realize I give the orders around here, don't you?"

"Not to us, we only obey Kiyoko-sama."

"Right, I forgot how dense these are," Oikawa muses.

There's nobody more loyal to their mistress than Tanaka and Nishinoya; lower demons yet completely fearless when it comes to protecting her from danger, and Oikawa himself is counted among them. Rumors say he once tried asking Kiyoko on a date and got rejected without mercy, which confirms how unapproachable she is if she resisted the Demon King's charms. Her popularity after that soared so fast he decided to take her under his wing, be it to have a second chance or thanks to her skills as a succubus for seduction making her a powerful weapon in his arsenal.

"Actually, I saw a suspicious guy wandering about. Tall, blonde, gorgeous...said he had a love letter for Kiyoko, or was it a marriage proposal?"

"WHERE IS HE?!" Tanaka shakes in anger.

"Castle gate."

The hounds dash out for blood leaving the door to Kiyoko's chamber unprotected. 

"Coming in!" Oikawa shouts without waiting for permission to enter. He finds the beautiful succubus on a rocking chair as she reads a book from her library, apparently unbothered by the intrusion.

"Looks like I'll have to punish my guard dogs for leaving their post again," she grins slightly as she flips another page. "To what do I owe the pleasure, my lord?"

"I was wondering if you were free to hang out tonight."

"I'm sorry, I'm absorbed in a very interesting book at this moment so I'll have to pass on the offer. As everyday."

"Heartless," Oikawa sulks. Taking a gander at the book cover in Kiyoko's hands it says "1000 Ways Of Torture." That explains the amount of strange devices in her room, from whips and restraining tools to things even he doesn't know what they're for. It reminds him that not only she's skilled at manipulation, but also extracting information by force if needed to. That's why she's always researching new methods: poison, hypnosis, hallucinogens, anything useful to break someone's mind.

"Maybe I should keep away," he shudders.

"You seem distressed, is there anything bothering you at all?"

"Oh, um, yeah."

Kiyoko shuts her book, looking at Oikawa with such a gentle gaze it's hard to imagine her causing harm to anybody.

"It feels kinda lonely I guess," he sighs, swirling an oddly colored vial from Kiyoko's potion collection. "Why do we have to wait for the Hero anyways? Wouldn't it be faster to go catch him?"

"Legends say that the Hero must become a warrior worth rivaling with the Demon King, it wouldn't be fair otherwise."

"Such a cliché RPG mechanic."

"If it is entertainment that you seek, why not hunt some humans?"

"Meh, their flesh is too feeble."

"I don't mean to kill them," she grins. "As a succubus I've learnt that humans can be preyed on in other manners. It's exhilarating to play with their hearts and their bodies until they cry, for example."

"Are you suggesting I get laid?"

"If you would call it that way."

Oikawa's eyes round up in surprise, but he doesn't get to chat any longer as an alarm bell starts ringing across the castle.

"I-I-intruders?!" he twitches. "Gotta go Kiyoko-chan, thanks for for the advice!!"

"Finally some peace," she mumbles.

Instead of heading to the castle entrance Oikawa rushes to his room, looking himself in a full body mirror. He fixes his skull brooch in place, flicks his hair sideways and pulls on his knee-high boots. All set to make an astounding first impression. When was the last time he had visitors? He really can't remember and they're so rare he hasn't badly injured any of them in ages just so they attempt to return for more. It's almost self-defense for trespassing his property rather than aggression as of late.

"Who dares invade the Demon King's lair?" Oikawa presents himself atop of the main gate extending his arms in the air for a grandiose entrance, yet all he hears is the singing of crickets. Not a soul in sight.

"A bit late to the party," Kuroo startles him from behind. 

"Uwah!" 

"There were a couple of warriors but the teleporting sigils I prepared sent 'em off."

"What the- why would you do that?"

"I thought you wanted to drive away low level rabble."

"After I toy with them, dumbass!"

"Ungrateful brat...I'll point the next group straight to your chamber," the red mage groans before vanishing within his own shadow. Oikawa is left alone once more, downcast and frustrated to have missed his opportunity to shine — or has he? Perhaps he should heed Kiyoko's words and hit the streets, however some changes are in order. His red eyes are a giveaway of his demonic nature so he casts an illusion spell to turn them brown, and another to hide his majestic horns. Speaking of majestic, his clothes need rework too. From a dark theme to pure white akin to a virtuous king from a fairy tale, and what type of king would he be without a crown? He grabs a small gold one from his treasury full of pillaged goods and jewelry he occasionally wears for vanity. Not today though, he doesn't want the riches to overshadow him.

"I look fantastic," he gloats.

Once his magical girl transformation is done he draws a sigil on the floor and suddenly he's arrived to a distant city; the sunlight is warm here, its streets are brimming with life, its citizens dress sharply and most importantly, there are plenty of options for a demon to enjoy himself. Oikawa's eyes glimmer from excitement, choosing to follow a line of masqueraded people going into a decadent manor out of curiosity.

"My my, what a fine silk your dress has."

"Thank you darling, I ordered the best tailor in town to sew it for me."

"Likewise! This ball is going to be full of fine male specimens with loaded pockets...I wonder if I'll find a husband."

Oikawa overhears some ladies as he waltzes through the door holding his head high. The guards don't stop him since he looks like another rich patron, and as soon as he walks in all gazes are on him.

Fame. Recognition. Adoration. Everything he wants would be within his reach had he been born as a human and not a demon. That's why he pretends to be an inferior being —yet still above the rest— if only to stave off his solitude. Women flock to him like flies, men fawn over his presence, nobody is immune to the Demon King's aura; not even the princely figure sitting on the throne at the end of the ballroom. Oikawa pushes aside the mediocre competition as he makes his way to his target, then kneels as he offers his hand.

"Would you do me the honor?"

The crowd gasps and another song begins. A dance is enough to captivate the young prince coupled with glasses of champagne, fake smiles and dirty proposals murmured in his ear. It is all too familiar for Oikawa, this game of catch and release. Less than an hour later the roles have reversed with the other man kneeling between his legs, sucking him off as a cheap whore in a storeroom.

"You were right Kiyoko-chan," he thinks while his cock goes further inside the prince's throat, tears swelling from his innocent eyes as he uses him for satisfaction. "It feels reeeeal good."

It is evening when he leaves the manor feeling refreshed, but why stop so soon? There are multitude of places left to see and his body count grows larger after each visit: castles, taverns, tea houses, inns... Despite the ego boost he gets from these conquests they don't make his heart beat any faster — deep down he's just as bored as when the day began, and now that the sun is whittling he just wants to go home and rid himself of human scent.

"Welcome back," Kuroo greets him as they cross paths in the castle hallways. "Got any loot from your escapade?"

A jeweled crown belonging to the young prince gets tossed on his hands.

"...Don't stay up too late," he snickers.

The Demon King walks silently to his room where he changes back into his pajamas after a long cleansing shower, then lies on his bed where he left his crystal ball.

"It's time to tune in," he sing-songs waving his hand over the ball that gradually lits up. It displays an unknown spot surrounded by greenery and a river bank flowing slowly, which makes Oikawa impatient until the star of the show finally appears.

"Wow, perfect temperature!" Hinata smiles.

Oikawa would never admit it, but spying on the Hero is his favorite pastime. When Kuroo found out his secret by going in his room uninvited at night he spun a web of lies saying he had to keep a close eye on his enemies, specially the Hero. Kuroo didn't buy his excuses, of course, so he constantly teases him for being a stalker. Not that Oikawa cares what he thinks while he snacks on a bowl of popcorn.

"I hope there's nobody around," the redhead hesitates before removing his armor piece, revealing a leaner chest and arms than Oikawa would have expected.

"You're building nice muscle chibi-chan, you might stand a chance against me in a few years!" he giggles mockingly. Since there really is no danger —or so Hinata believes— he gets sufficiently confident to shrug away his bottoms and dip his feet in. It must be a pleasant sensation judging by his relaxed sigh and so he starts to rinse his whole body from sweat with a sponge. Oikawa's pulse hastens and his throat feels dry for some reason; he doesn't want to get distracted from the fact that Hinata is thorough about his hygiene —a pro in his book— but the bubbles sliding down his prominent chest and across his navel hinder his focus, which is shifting to another interesting point hung a bit lower.

"N-not bad for a shorty," Oikawa mutters as he averts his gaze once Hinata's hands reach for his manhood, though he won't resist the temptation for long. He can't say he dislikes what he sees; fairly good length even flaccid and well groomed, not to mention the plump, perky backside. Heat rushes rapidly to Oikawa's cheeks wishing it was only there he felt warmer. "Haha, what's wrong with me?" he palms at his throbbing cock. "I'm...turned on?"

"Hurry up boke, I'm next!"

Suddenly Oikawa's boner withers listening to Kageyama's voice.

"R-right, I'll guard the camp with the rest."

Hinata wraps his body in a towel rather than getting dressed before his partner. It's embarrassing when Kageyama stares so he picks up his clothes and dashes off still soaked to their campsite. Kenma is waiting for him near the sparking bonfire.

"Is he gone?"

"Yes, he'll be taking a bath."

Something strange is afoot, Oikawa realizes from their whispering plus the nervousness in the Hero's voice. They move in front of the white mage's tent and familiar voices can be heard from within.

"I couldn't put on my clothes."

"There's no need." Kenma opens the door to his humble yet spacious abode, more cramped than usual thanks to his guests.

"Shouyou-kun, yer back!"

"Thank goodness you're safe, I was starting to worry."

Atsumu and Akaashi were expecting him too, both exhausted after a battle that didn't quite go as smoothly as they wanted. Kenma healed most of their wounds —hence their presence— but there are some things white magic can't fix. Hinata was summoned for that specific reason.

"Are you guys alright?" he asks with concern.

"Kozume-san is a wonderful healer, we should be fine tomo-"

"He means physically," Atsumu interrupts, "our mana is totally dried out."

"I'm sorry, it's because I'm not strong enough that you have to fight harder."

Akaashi shakes his head, "We vowed to protect you with our lives. Besides, it was Miya-san's fault for running ahead of-"

The blonde coughs loudly, "Ahem! Let's not sweat the small stuff, shall we?"

Kenma nods, "Tackling the matter at hand...Akaashi-san can't use black magic and Atsumu-san's shape-shifting skill relies on mana too. Luckily I didn't use much, but I'm afraid we won't be able to continue traveling until they recover."

"Unless~" Atsumu grins.

"Unless you help us, Hinata," Akaashi adds.

Reading the mood couldn't be easier. Hinata understands how useless getting dressed would had been if this is what they had planned from the beginning. Kenma rests on a puff chair and signals the redhead to sit atop of his crotch.

"A simple mana transfer will do."

He can't refuse since they've risked their well-being for him, can he? There's a tight knot in Hinata's stomach; in spite of it he bends to their demands and when he does Kenma takes the liberty to peel his towel to the sides, leaving him completely bare. Atsumu moistens his lips for the feast and Akaashi mimics the carnal gesture. It's Kenma who handles the foreplay though, softly stroking on his cock, rubbing his thumb around the slit and squeezing around the head until he gets fully stiff.

"The fuck?"

Meanwhile Oikawa is beyond confused. In fact he wipes his crystal ball with his sleeve to be sure it's working properly, but that voice is undoubtedly Hinata's. He watches as Atsumu and Akaashi crawl dangerously close to the redhead, spreading his legs as wide as possible so there's enough space for both in between. Kenma gladly keeps them apart by pulling at his knees, muttering on Hinata's left ear.

"Very good Shouyou. Now remember what I taught you," he hushes sultry as to get his attention, "gather your mana, direct it to the release spot and endure the pressure for as long as you are able."

"Ye-eess," Hinata squirms as two tongues flick and wander throughout his erection. The assigned task would be manageable if he weren't against two pros at fellatio pampering his cock one after another. Atsumu complicates things bobbing his head without a clear rhythm, passionate as usual while twisting his tongue around the head in a sloppy manner to get his share of mana rapidly while Akaashi takes it in deeper, slow paced in his motions and poised unlike his companion but none the less intense. They've certainly become more assertive from training this skill. The cycle repeats tirelessly for Hinata's delight and also Oikawa's, who has slipped his hand in his pajamas to pleasure himself.

"Chibi-chan is full of surprises," the Demon King pants heavily with every hip thrust, his blood pumping like it's never done before witnessing a forbidden truth — the impious Hero everybody envisions isn't real, just a fake myth, old-fashioned like the traditions they're supposed to uphold as fated enemies. He's a man of flesh and bones that can sink to depravity as anyone else; the thought of personally corrupting him gets him extremely aroused.

"You're doing great," Kenma coos, rewarding the brave Hero with a hickey on his neck and a pinch at his nipples. Hinata turns his head to look him in the eyes with such yearning that Kenma can't bring himself to deny him a kiss. A second. A third won't hurt and soon he's lost count with their tongues lapping against the other, all whilst he keeps teasing his chest.

"A-aahn..." Hinata lolls his head onto Kenma's shoulder. His ecstatic expression urges his partners to blow him faster, kiss him silly as the embarrassing sounds of his cock popping from mouth to mouth echo too loud to turn a deaf ear. Kenma tugs on his swollen nipples and a current zaps throughout Hinata's lower body. His hips twitch so Akaashi and Atsumu stick out their tongues to receive the mana they've rightfully earned, fighting for every spurt until Hinata's balls are emptied.

"That's a fat load," Atsumu hums licking the stray streaks on his lips. Not a single mana drop wasted on Akaashi's side either, he picks the dripping mess from his chin and sucks his fingers squeaky clean.

[ Akaashi recovered Mana Points! ]

[ Atsumu recovered Mana Points! ]

"Phew," Hinata breathes out peacefully, his body slack on top of Kenma's and his head still swimming in the afterglow.

"Much appreciated," Akaashi puts his glasses on, back to business mode as if he hadn't been sucking cock a second ago. "But..."

"But?"

Atsumu huffs indignantly, "Man, all that effort and my MP ain't nearly full."

"What?!" Hinata gulps.

"Mana pool of mages and kemonomimi are known to be large," Kenma chuckles nudging his head against Hinata's.

"We're gonna need a second servin'."

"That's impossible! I just came so-"

"I may be able to help," the white mage offers retrieving an odd book from his bag.

Oikawa wiggles his brows out of shock. Said book is to be wielded exclusively by demons, and high ranking ones at that due to the powerful forbidden spells contained within. How did it fall into enemy hands?

"...Kuroo," he clicks his tongue. "I'm going to have a serious talk with him later."

After a bit of research Kenma finds what he's looking for. He puts the book aside, closes his eyes and starts chanting a mysterious incantation, the palm of his hand glowing with a pale pink light as he places it over Hinata's lower stomach.

"Flowing like a river,

Crimson stream of life,

I beseech the infinite sea,

That thy current shan't wane..."

"Wait, I don't like where this is going Kenma, let me rest and then I promise I'll-"

"Power UP!" the mage points his index directly at Hinata's girth and it immediately regains its vitality just as intended. Akaashi and Atsumu stare in awe seeing it get amazingly stiff, pulsing furiously and pointing high in all its might, so appetizing their mouths salivate and their underwear gets tighter and damper. Hinata knows this isn't about mana sharing anymore, not when MP potions are readily available in item shops — it's about sating a basic need they all have as living beings, and he can't complain if it involves oral sex from time to time.

"Then, if you don't mind..." Akaashi behaves politely, but that doesn't change the fact that he throws himself onto Hinata's hard-on without a second thought. 

"Make room for me ya greedy slut!"

Far away from their location the Demon King is getting hot and bothered watching their naughty deeds in his crystal ball. Jacking off to his archenemy wasn't in his plans tonight, but he's enjoying it more than the quickies he's had with strangers earlier. What does that say about him? Where are his principles? Does he even have those? Either way it's too late for regrets when he's so close to busting a nut listening to Hinata's erotic whimpers.

"Fuck...Shouyou, you're..."

*knock knock*

"GAH!!" Oikawa pushes the incriminating ball further across the sheets. "Who goes there?!"

No answer.

"I swear to hell Kuroo, I'm gonna skin you alive and throw you to the dragons."

When he swings the door open he finds the same face reflected through the ball.

"Dinner," a red-haired homunculus speaks in monotone. Oikawa stands there making googly eyes at the Hinata replica donning a spicy maid dress. Kuroo probably sent this one on purpose to tease him at the worst time ever, or maybe the best since Oikawa lets it inside without complaining.

"Leave it on my bed."

Roasted chicken as Oikawa requested. The homunculus leans down to place the tray as instructed, but he yanks it by the arm and the food scatters on the ground before he pushes it harshly against the mattress. Oikawa has toppled it in a fell swoop towering over it with his whole body. His predatory instincts have kicked in and the bulge in his pants begs to let loose — still, something is amiss. His victim shows no fear, no resistance, its gaze blank despite the life-threatening situation. This doll may be similar, but it isn't the Hero. It wouldn't writhe in pain if he inflicted it nor groan from pleasure if he desired so. It wouldn't make that face as the original did at the peak of climax.

"How dull," Oikawa thinks, releasing the doll from his imprisonment. "Get out. Now."

"Goodnight my lord."

"Damn it," he growls as he flumps face down gripping the sheets in exasperation. From there he glances at his magic orb to see Hinata's undone, raw appearance, hair sweaty and skin flushed after he's been forced to orgasm for the third time in a row.

"Nngh..."

If anyone saw the Demon King humping his bed and coming from the friction they'd probably laugh at him. He'd obviously murder them afterwards, but that wouldn't make him feel less pitiful. He stays still contemplating his life choices for a while, and on the next glimpse he spies Hinata already in his own tent ready to sleep. Later a shadow appears by his door.

"A-an assassin?!" Oikawa jolts.

"Shouyou-kun."

It turns out to be Atsumu in his tiny fox shape.

"Mmh?" the redhead replies groggily.

"It's cold outside, can I...?"

Hinata lifts the futon and Atsumu tucks himself in like a furball within his arms, licking the Hero's face as thank you. Once Hinata falls asleep he sneakily shape-shifts to his human form though, simply because it's easier to spoon him that way.

"A kemonomimi huh," Oikawa scrunches his nose as though he were disgusted. "You think you can get that close to chibi-chan and not get burnt?" he draws an X in the air, marking him down as the next target. "Big mistake!"

Chapter Text

"Pleeease mama, just one rice ball!"

"I'm sorry darling, mama doesn't have money."

"But I'm hungry. What are we going to eat today?"

"We...I'll figure it out dear, we still have bread from yesterday..." she sobs.

A cat-eared woman in ragged clothes and her starving child pass by a food stall. A common sight ever since a horned blight began ravishing the world centuries ago — entire cities vanquished, harvesting fields wasted, rivers turned into toxic sludge...such is the legacy left behind by the reincarnations of the Demon King, his misery now perpetuated by unscrupulous and corrupt individuals in search of riches, power, or both alike at the expense of the impoverished common folk. The devil lit the flame, but humans are no less wicked stoking the fire.

"Cute girl," a man with fox ears and a fluffy tail calls them over from behind the stall. "What's yer name?"

"Mama says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

"Oh, my bad, I'm Osamu Miya," he stretches his hand for the girl to shake, which she shily accepts. "Ain't a stranger anymore, so you can tell me."

"M-Mika."

Osamu glances at the woman as slim and pale as the child. Probably a lone mother if he had to guess.

"Hey Mika, could you do me a favor?" he smiles pointing his thumb at a big bento box. "I've got some onigiri leftovers I ought to get rid of. Was gonna share it around the village kids, but I'm closin' up shop soon so...could you deliver that? Yer mom and you can get a share as payment for the job."

"I'll do it, I'm super strong! Right mama?"

The woman's eyes flood with tears as she nods.

"I swear we'll find the others, kind sir."

"I'm sure you will. The bunch of 'em must be hungry as wolves by now, they'll probably track the rice scent and snatch it off yer hands sooner than later."

"Thanks Mistah 'Shamu, buh-byeee~"

This is what Hyogo village has become — a refuge for kemonomimi creatures. A hideout for those left homeless due to the destruction of the environment, while others find protection from the hunts that plague their kin. Despicable humans began killing them for their fur —some even for amusement— although there's no fate worse than being captured and enslaved as a pet. The rise of missing kemonomimi cubs is alarming and the village elders blame visitors for the abductions making relations with the outside world more difficult, including getting supplies to feed everyone. It all hits too close to home for Osamu and his twin, Atsumu.

"I wonder if he's doin' well," Osamu muses.

"Excuse me?"

The half-fox snaps out of his thoughts to see a dark-haired woman waiting to be served. What an angelical face she has; not a single blemish to be seen with a beauty mark to the left of his mouth so perfect it looks like it could be painted. She certainly isn't a local by her lack of animal features, though they might be hidden under her black hooded cloak and a pair of stylish high-heeled boots to match.

"Finally a payin' customer. What can I do ya for?"

"I heard tales of Osamu Miya's wonderful cuisine," she grins relaxedly, "am I in the right place?"

"Take a seat and find out."

"A bento of the chef's choice then."

"Roger that." Osamu fastens his apron then turns around to his kitchen tools. As per usual he engages in banter to distract his customers.

"Odd to see a distinguished lady around these humble parts. On yer way to the big city?"

"Something like that, yes."

"Didn't expect to be so famous outside of my turf. Where did ya hear of me?"

"Asked a lot of kemonomimi, yet all of them refused to reveal your exact location. It was entertaining to squeeze that information out of them," she chuckles, yet the smile doesn't reach her eyes.

"I'm flattered. You must love onigiri if yer willin' to find a business in the middle of nowhere for it."

"I was told it's the best."

"Heh, sounds like yer fishin' for a discount."

"Of course not, I simply thought you'd appreciate the compliment since the Miya name is infamous among your neighbors. Or at least your brother is."

Osamu flinches, his hands mashing the rice ball he had been slowly shaping in his hands.

"That's why nobody wanted to tell you where I was huh? Well, you can pass the message to whoever badmouthed my family that they can fuck off."

"A pity I couldn't meet Atsumu-san, I wanted to see what all the fuss is about," she masterfully dodges the previous question while dropping another.

"Oh, I'll save you the trouble. Pranks, stealin' adventurers' goods, gettin' into fights with other punks, that's pretty much the gist of it. No wonder his bad reputation has spread to other towns."

"How peculiar he decided to join the Hero's party."

"He's the gossip of Hyogo ever since, that idiot...but I'm glad he's doin' good deeds for once."

"Would you know where they are now, perchance?"

"Why are you so interested in my-"

When Osamu turns around the woman's appearance has drastically changed — her dark blue eyes are now scarlet just as the tiny horns she's suddenly sprout, and the cloak she wore has transformed into a risqué attire in black: a corset open from amidst her breasts down to her belly button crowns her skin-tight body suit made of latex, the same shiny material as her opera gloves and boots. She bats her devil wings like a bird freed from a cage while lacing her fingers under her chin, leaning over the counter in a seductive pose.

"Yer a demon?!"

"Don't lump me in with the rabble. I'm Kiyoko Shimizu, a succubus, and the Demon King's aide."

Osamu immediately tries to shapeshift into his fox form, yet something prevents him from moving. A quick glimpse at the floor explains why — a pentagram was cast underneath his feet without him realizing it, likely a high level restraining spell.

"Before you ask, it doubles as an illusion field. Noone will know what's happening inside the circle."

"...Ain't tellin' you shit."

"They all said that before begging for mercy," the woman grins unsettlingly. "Getting information is my specialty. It would be my pleasure to take more time with you...unfortunately your brother must have seriously pissed off the Demon King. He demanded I make this personal instead of physical."

Spit splats on her otherwise pristine cheek. She wipes it off with her glove, expressionless.

"I hope your brother puts up a better fight. The fun part is that you won't remember a thing afterwards."

A snap of fingers unleashes hell.

"AAAARGH!!!"

- - -

Clouds paint the evening sky with a saddening grey pallette illuminated by flashes of lightning. The Hero's party weathers the storm under a thick forest patch, but the rain trickles between its leaves and the wind makes it hard to keep their bonfire alive. Kenma is on fire maintenance duty, Akaashi is gathering fresh medicinal herbs, Kageyama went to hunt their dinner and Hinata has just returned with the few dry logs he could find. Everyone's fulfilling their designated role besides for the most important — sniffing out lurking enemies, a task meant for somebody with keen senses such as...

"Where's 'Tsumu?"

Kenma points ahead. "He went in the tent."

"I thought it was his turn to guard," Hinata sighs.

"Said something about his fur getting soaked."

"This is the last time I let him skip."

Hinata's foot make a splish-splash as he dashes towards the tent determined to scold the blonde. His plans are thwarted as he finds him in his fox form, curled into a shivering fur ball with his ears tipped down to reduce the thunderstorm noise.

"Um, are you alright?"

"O-of course I am. I'm- er, d-dryin' up for a while. This humidity is awful for my delicate fur."

A thunder strikes nearby and Atsumu's frightened yelp sounds as if he'd been stabbed with a knife.

"It's okay 'Tsumu, you're safe with us. Why didn't you tell me you were scared?" Hinata pats his back trying to comfort him, but the fox gnarls in return.

"YER WRONG!" he stands on shaky paws. "Want me to prove it to ya? Then I'm gonna catch somethin' bigger than Tobio-kun ever will, just wait 'n see!"

"Stop 'Tsumu, you don't have to-"

The sound of Hinata's voice fades into the distance as Atsumu dashes further away from the camp. After wandering aimlessly under the rain for who knows how long he ends up snuck inside a hollow tree trunk. It's damp, cold, and he feels guilty after running away. Still, he very much prefers that over looking like a coward in front of his partners, particularly Hinata. He'd rather die here and now.

His ears perk up listening on a new set of footsteps.

"That's so damn hilarious," a stranger laughs.

Atsumu hops out recognizing the man's mockery, except his appearance isn't the same as always.

"...'Samu?"

Ram horns protrude on his head instead of fox ears, and he's dressed in a formal yet fancy sleeveless grey vest reinforced with a metal chest piece belted around it, shirt and trousers. His shoulders are covered by an orchid cape with a feathered collar that complements the overall regal ensemble, a stark contrast from his average villager clothes.

"Didn't know you were into cosplayin' demons," Atsumu snorts before realizing the bright amethyst hue on Osamu's gaze. Something isn't right. A single sniff reveals more than he'd wanted: his clothes carry a scent of sulphur and burnt wood akin to a live fireplace mixed with flowery tones.

"I have become one. Powerful too," Osamu smirks at his twin's shocked expression. "Meanwhile look at you, still tremblin' like a cub whenever a thunderstorm hits. Yer a shame to the Miya name."

"Shut up, you hate 'em too!"

"Ain't the one cowering inside a tree."

"What did these bastards do to you?!"

"Nothin', they offered a sweet deal and I took it," he speaks as he summons a dark flame on his palm. "Demonic power is intoxicatin', enough to never fear anythin' or anyone ever again. You should try it, imagine all the havoc we'd break together."

"'Samu would never say that, and he'd never bargain with a devil. We've grown stronger on our own."

"Hmm, is that so? Maybe I'll remind you the reason why you should accept this gift." The flame appears to melt and dribble from Osamu's palm onto the ground, its viscosity rooting and spreading towards Atsumu faster than he can run away. His four legs are ensnared to the ground despite him biting and struggling against it. Osamu looms over his fox twin while his hand reaches out slowly for his head.

"Get yer dirty paws off me."

"Sweet dreams, brother."

- - -

Darkness. Rain. Lightning.

Scenes from the past flash in Atsumu's mind.

"Run, they're after us!"

His heart pounds rapidly.

"It hurts 'Samu, I can't- GAH!"

He remembers tripping, his vision misty with tears as he looks down at his front legs smeared in a crust of mud and blood. There's a gash on his left.

"Come on, or the master's dogs will eat us!"

They frantically escape throughout a deep forest. 

Screams. Torches. Barking. 

The clinking he's been hearing with each step comes from his own neck. A broken chain dangles from the same spiked collar his brother is wearing.

Discipline. Submission. Safety.

"Ungrateful beasts, you have nowhere to go, NOWHERE!!"

...Home? 

Somehow he yearns for his daily food bowl already even if it were always scraps from the table.

"Now my cute puppies, if you want to eat you have to do a trick. How about rolling like I've taught you?"

"Don't listen to him 'Tsumu. Here, let's hide." Osamu jumps across tree branches towards a vacant owl nest burrowed within a massive willow trunk. They cuddle together waiting for the danger to pass, but they can't quit flinching when thunder strikes near.

"I'm scared," Atsumu hiccups.

"Cover yer ears."

"That's not it...we're alone."

"We have one another, dumbass. S'long we're together nothin' can bring us down."

"Mhmm."

"Let's sing mom's favorite song, she's in heaven so she'll drive the clouds away for us."

A melody lulls them through their ordeal. Alas, innocence is but a temporary blindfold for young pups that will soon have to learn of life's hardships.

"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. Little foxes want to play, come again another day. Sun, sun, out you stay, warm us up for all the day. Little foxes wants to play, warm us up for all the day..."

- - -

"U-uuhh," Atsumu comes back to reality shaking violently, his fur standing on end after relieving a nightmare he'd hoped he could have forgotten. His nose still tingles with the lingering blood stench.

"We don't need people to protect us if we're stronger than them. That's why you joined Shouyou-kun, yeah? He makes you feel safe, but what if he gets bored of you? What if he dumps you? Humans and beasts don't match, they will either hunt or lock us up; unlike demons, they only care about power."

"I dunno...my head's throbbin' too much."

"Take my hand and you won't be afraid. Never again 'Tsumu, I promise we'll be our own masters."

These magical roots Osamu summoned envelop Atsumu as though embracing his weakness and hesitation. The fox's irises gleam anew as polished amethysts before he's fully engulfed by pitch black.

"It is done," Kiyoko oversees from a tree top.

- - -

"Damn it, I had no idea kemonomimi were so fast," Hinata sulks as he follows on Atsumu's paw prints. For once he wishes Kageyama were around since tracking prey is a hunter's expertise, but they look fresh enough to assume they're his. They lead up to a somber area astray from the main road, shaded by millenary trees twisted into ominous shapes and oddly uninhabited for such a peaceful hiding spot. Hinata investigates traces of something trashing around the wet soil, then two pairs of boots of the same size that appear out of nowhere and disappear just as mysteriously. He only makes sense of it as the branches above start rustling.

"An ambush?!"

The Hero readies his sword for battle. Just as he does lightning strikes again — once the glaring flash passes two tall figures stand in front of him.

"Wah! 'Tsumu, you almost gave me a heart attack."

At first he thinks he's seeing double, yet rubbing his eyes doesn't get rid of the dark-haired twin.

"...and 'Samu? Isn't Hyogo super far away?"

How he managed to get here doesn't weird him as much as Atsumu's sudden getup change to match his brother's clothes, or why they've got horns, not fox ears. Osamu's looks like a ram's while Atsumu's are less curved and pointed up similar to a gazelle's. The blonde chuckles under his puzzled stare.

"The Hero arrived~"

Hinata lowers his weapon. "I wasn't going to leave you alone when you left camp tremb-"

"Quite a few things have changed since then. Namely that I'm working under the Demon King."

"...What?"

"Did ya really think I needed savin'?" Atsumu frowns while his brother shrugs his shoulders scornfully.

"He's underestimated you this whole time."

"No, I was just worried!"

"Well, I'd say you should be more worried about yerself, walkin' into our trap and all that."

"You're kidding me," Hinata takes a step back gazing into the blonde's eyes. He's seen them change color before, but that was during his natural heat phase unlike this new demonic transformation.

"I'm dead serious. The Demon King has granted us incredible power in exchange for that empty lil' head of yours," Atsumu sing-songs. "Not a bad deal."

"Oi 'Tsumu, why don't we do this like old times?"

"Gotcha! You can start runnin' Shouyou-kun, 'cause whoever catches you gets the first bite."

His tone is playful, but their bloodthirst is evident as they swipe their tongues across their teeth. Hinata sprints as fast and far as he can without looking back. If he could remember which way it was to the camp he'd have some hope of getting help, but his mind is fuzzy between shock and terror; all he can recognize on his escape is greenery and two shadows chasing him as they jump through the treetops with amazing agility. Unfortunately human feet aren't as swift so he ends up tripping on a stone, falling face first onto a muddy puddle in a rather unheroic manner.

"Aaahh~ it feels so goood to prey on others," Atsumu sighs.

When Hinata looks up he witnesses the Miyas in their original form — beautiful foxes, yet larger.

"Were they always so huge?" he wonders. Perhaps it's the dark magic influence, or perhaps he'd never considered their real size since he's only had Atsumu on his side in battles. Outside of them he took on a tiny form instead, hence never thinking of him as a threat until this very moment.

"I can smell it," Osamu scrunches his nose, "his fear."

"Yer a hero for fucks sake, act like it."

"I will." The sound of water gives him an idea. Hinata sheathes his sword, then takes a step backwards towards the edge of a waterfall where he closes his eyes listening to the stream crashing down. "...I'd rather risk my life than hurt you."

A leap of faith.

Everything turns blue, black after, and once he wakes up he finds himself washed away on a lake. If he wasn't completely lost before, he is now. He coughs out the water from his lungs gasping for air as he wobbles forward to rest under a willow. Peace doesn't last long though, soon found by his pursuers despite the distance from the high cliff. 

"Teleportation magic is awesome, guess we should thank the Demon King for that even if it requires our human form to be cast," Osamu tries to shake his fur without realizing they're both back on two legs.

"If you wanted to die that badly your should have asked us, Shouyou-kun," Atsumu grips roughly at Hinata's chin forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Would have made our job easier."

His glare reminds Hinata of expensive jewels, although he's fonder of his regular earthy brown. Kenma once gave him a brief lesson on kemonomimi creatures and the physical changes that might occur throughout their heat. Apparently they're caused by an imbalance in their mana flow, turning their eyes amethyst as a result along extremely heightened sexual desire and mood volatility. They also gain extra strength and their senses are keener until their mana stabilizes.

"Hold on, aren't demon eyes red?" he recalls.

Could it be that their transformation isn't complete? If so there's still a chance they can return to normal. Hinata isn't a magic eminence so he has to find a roundabout quickly, or else he's done for.

"You've got balls of steel, I can appreciate that on a guy," Atsumu keeps teasing as he taps his index finger on Hinata's chest plate. The redhead gulps when his nail shines red melting and slicing down the metal as if it were butter, leaving his heaving chest unprotected. "Too bad I hafta spill yer guts,"  he rips across the next layer of clothes as a knife would cut fabric, all the way from Hinata's buttoned shirt collar to his lower stomach. Still, when he feels the edge on his skin it doesn't make him bleed.

"Think Shouyou, think! 'Tsumu is still there or you'd be dead already. ...Shit, if only I were able to manipulate mana like Kenma or Akaashi."

He gets a stroke of inspiration on the verge of tears.

"It must be the demonic mana driving them crazy. I'm not a wizard, but Kenma said the Hero's pure mana is special — it can repel evil if they clash."

"We're experts at removing innards, right 'Samu?"

"Sure are, we've fed on everythin' that lives in these forests: boars, bears, deers, birds, you name it."

"I wonder what a hero's flesh tastes like."

Repelling implies contact and fortunately Hinata's learnt exactly one way to transfer his mana efficiently. He clenches his fists praying this works out. "Can I ask for a last grace before you kill me?"

"Oh?"

"K-kiss."

The twins share a wide-eyed glance.

"Pfff- GAHAHAH, yer insane!!"

They burst into laughter while Hinata sulks.

"I liked the old 'Tsumu. It'll be a proper goodbye."

Atsumu twitches for a second. His amusement is clear as he seizes Hinata's neck, pressing tightly around the jugular where his pulse is most palpable.

"Consider it granted. I'd love to watch the life snuff out of yer pretty eyes when we're done."

"Focus your mana, hold it in and then..."

Contact. A zap of energy similar to static electricity unleashes once their lips press. When Hinata opens his eyes he notices confusion within his partner's, their color muddy as two mismatching hues blend.

"Stop messin' around," Osamu grumbles.

"Shut up, I'm not finished."

Concentrating is difficult when your life is at stake, but Hinata is letting his mana flow correctly for a neophyte, or at least he assumes so since Atsumu's suffocating grip softens after every lip bump.

"Greedy asshole. Let me have a taste."

Their sibling rivalry plays on Hinata's favor; he doesn't need to find a way to lure Osamu for a kiss because he's decided to steal one anyways. His kisses are as hungry as his twin's, except he not-so-accidentally nips at Hinata's lower lip drawing blood, savoring the flavor as he flicks his tongue on the cut.

"Ouch!"

That's where he crossed the line — Atsumu shoves him away whether it's out of greed or concern. Hinata barely had time to transfer his mana, but he catches a glimpse of Osamu's greyish gaze again.

"Get off him."

"What's up, are ya jealous?"

"Psh, I've always been more popular."

"For a pity fuck maybe."

"Son of a-"

Noone saw Atsumu's punch coming, not even Osamu. He retaliates socking his attacker in the face.

"Who'd want a weaklin' like you?!" 

"Ain't the one who sold his soul first! What happened to that vow you made years ago? All that uppity bullshit about feedin' anyone in need. What would the village kids say if they saw you like this?"

"You think you've got the moral high ground here? After you abandoned the village just so you'd be safer under someone's tail? I wouldn't have taken the damn deal if you weren't such a dumbass!"

"Err, guys?" Hinata fidgets.

The exchange of words and jabs continues.

"I left to get stronger, you jerk!"

"Shitface!"

"I'm gonna murder you."

"I dare you, bitch."

They hit each other's cheeks simultaneously so hard that the fight ends in a double knock out.

Hinata stares blankly at them lying on the ground.

"...That didn't turn out as I'd expected." Looking around the unknown area another question arises. "How am I supposed to carry these two?"

- - -

"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day~"

Soft humming wakes Atsumu from his daze.

"Ah, thank goodness you've regained consciousness!" Hinata smiles relieved.

A peek around hints at a familiar location: Traveling backpacks, a bowl of steamy soup, a cozy bedroll. The small tent wafts of Hinata's scent and warmth.

"After you passed out you shrunk into your smaller fox shape so I was able to get us back to camp. Needless to say I got lost like ten times on the way home until I found my own footprints," he chuckles as he rubs Osamu's soup-filled belly on his lap.

"I'd forgotten how that felt," the fox purrs.

"The hell happened?"

"I don't remember either. Shouyou-kun said we were actin' strange, like we were possessed."

The redhead nods, "I think someone put a spell on you. I asked Kenma and apparently your mana was overflowing, as if you'd been infused with a powerful mana that conflicted with yours. Don't worry though, nothing a few smooches couldn't fix."

Osamu wags his tail happily, "Damn right, I could get used to gettin' spoiled."

"That's my spot," Atsumu growls trying to push his brother away from Hinata's lap. It turns into a slap —or rather paw— fight, where the foxes smack and yelp at each other. Harmless compared to bare fists.

"Ugh, you're adorable," Hinata smothers them both in his arms. "Anyways 'Samu, I wanna hear the whole story about how you came to live in Hyogo."

"Don't, it's embarrassin' stuff!"

Osamu immediately ignores his brother. "As I was sayin' we spent years survivin' alone in the forest. We hunted animals, robbed whoever we met, and one day we decided to venture a bit further. We arrived to Hyogo with nothin', not even clothes 'cause we hadn't learnt how to shapeshift yet."

"Kemonomimi without parents become feral."

"We met a boy near the entrance carryin' a basket full of delicious rice, and when we tried takin' it by force, can you guess what he said to us?"

Atsumu mimics the boy's calm tone. "I can share if yer hungry, you don't need to resort to thievery."

Both foxes cackle at the memory, gratefulness mixed with mockery. Osamu continues the tale. "That's how we met Kita-san. There were many orphans like us in the village and he invited us to stick around if we behaved. I'm a pretty decent cook so we partnered to open an onigiri stall together."

"And I kept stealin' from bad people," Atsumu whistles, "someone had to provide coin."

"Liar, you often stole for fun."

"I brought toys for the other kids too, didn't I?"

"I knew you weren't evil," Hinata rewards them with a head pat and more belly rubs. "I wonder if it's the Demon King who charmed you into acting like it."

"Speakin' of charmin', I thought I heard yer voice from afar Shouyou-kun," Atsumu's tail wags excitedly, "sayin' you liked good ol' me, heheh."

Hinata blushes and Osamu can't resist to poke fun at his shyness.

"Would you prefer if we shifted into humans? I mean, there are better spots to rub," he winks.

"O-okay, get out of my tent, nasty fur balls!"

Did Atsumu join Hinata to be protected? To be part of a strong pack? Possibly at the start of their journey. The Miyas have had their share of loneliness and painful experiences; for that his motives are selfish, although slightly less so nowadays given that one shan't be safe after making enemies with the capricious Demon King.

- - -

Far away inside a gigantic and excessively lavish throne room two demons discuss their strategy. 

"Report on your mission, succubus."

"Unsuccessful. The twins broke out of my spell."

"Can't a Demon King get good news? Geez."

"Apologies your highness, the Hero managed to dispel my mana. I'll investigate the specifics, but he's more dangerous than we had imagined."

Odd as it sounds Oikawa seems thrilled rather than bothered by his aide's assessment.

"I shall take matters into my own hands then," he smiles with sheer joy. "Begin plan B! Tut-tut Kiyoko-chan, I'll show that peasant who's the final boss!"

"As you command, my lord."

Chapter Text

"No."

"I'll be good."

"You're literally a demon."

"Pleeease~"

"How long are you going to keep begging?"

"Until you change your mind."

"God dammit Oikawa, I'm busy."

The Demon King sticks to Kuroo like his own shadow, following him around his private laboratory while the red mage attempts to ignore him, being occupied as it is with his magic experiments.

"I'm the one who funds your books and ingredients for your researches, remember?" Oikawa sulks.

"Which I'd finish faster without you meddling."

"It's a boss' job to make sure his underlings are working hard."

"Right, whenever you get bored," Kuroo groans. "Shouldn't you be setting cities ablaze or causing trouble literally anywhere else but home?"

"That's exactly why I came to see you. I need an advanced illusory spell so I can investigate-"

"Pass."

"I'll be back before dinner! I'm just going to gather info in the city, I swear I'll be super discreet." 

Kuroo wiggles a brow skeptically. "Discreet? Really?" he snorts, "I remember last time you said that. I found out your so-called 'investigation' meant seducing a prince from a prosperous kingdom. I heard he was driven mad and his ruling collapsed."

"And I brought valuable souvenirs from it, all in a day's work."

A long, defeated sigh fills the room.

"...Very well. At least I'll enjoy the peace while you're gone." Kuroo materializes a tome that falls heavily onto his experimentation desk, toppling over empty jars and making the full ones tumble. He closes his eyes and its glowing pages flip rapidly until he finds the desired incantation among thousands. "Mind Mirage: it will hide your identity with an additional perk. Your appearance will shift according to your target's preferences, but only in their eyes — they'll always imagine the features they find most likable."

"Oooh, sounds fun! Like changing masks minus the trouble of carrying them around!"

"Now the downside...it drains mana fast even for a high level demon. The effect will run out by-"

His warning goes unheard. When he opens his eyes Oikawa is already on his way to his royal chamber. The Demon King slams open all of his wardrobes cramped with lavish clothes, footwear, capes and shimmering jewelry; spoils from his conquests throughout the Haikyuu world, be it by force or favor.

"Black, grey, black and red..." Oikawa's fingers glide across the silky fabrics; most of them share a dark theme fitting for an evil lord, yet not for the facade he wishes to wear for the occasion. He stops at the last wardrobe holding the least used garments of his vast collection. A dissonant white glimpse grabs his attention: it's a noble's attire composed of a high-necked cavalier style jacket with golden buttons, adorned by red shoulder pads with yellow embroidered cords as beautiful as that of the sleeves. A plain red belt would keep the middle area tight around the waist while pure white trousers without notable embellishments complete the simple yet perfect prince charming look. The only thing he doesn't change are his thigh-high boots. Oikawa can't remember how or when he's got these clothes, yet despite that they fit him like a glove.

"Wow, I'm straight out of a fantasy tale," Oikawa smirks proudly looking himself in a mirror. "Sucks people won't see how devilishly handsome I really am, but maybe it's best I don't make all the citizens swoon...I promised I wouldn't stand out too much." He flicks his bangs to the side as he usually styles his hair, then applies cherry scented balm on his lips. "Although I crossed my toes when I said that so I'm not obliged to honor my word, do I?"

A teleportation sygil appears on the floor after a snap of his fingers. Before leaving he steps toward the crystal ball he checks upon daily; the image of a red-haired man is displayed inside the magic orb.

"Get ready to be throughly wrecked, chibi-chan."

- - -

"Excuse me, would you happen to have heard anything about the Demon King?"

"Don't bother us kid, can'tcha see we're drinkin'?"

The Hero gets brushed off by another pair of tipsy men. His plan of asking for information inside the city taverns has been a total failure up til now. Still, without any hint as where to find the Demon King this is what his team has resorted to — wandering aimlessly from one city to another. His party mates have joined the intel gathering quest as well, but what better spot to ask than a traveller's abode? Though not everyone is an experienced adventurer; there are less friendly personalities such as thieves, sellswords, and other faces you'd find on a wanted sign. Hinata thought the booze would loosen their tongues, but nothing useful comes out since not many still dare hunting after the Demon King.

"Another waste of time," he sighs dejectedly. The strong scent of alcohol and the loud laughing is giving him a headache, so he grabs his bag and walks to the entrance missing the sly gazes that follow him. These gazes turn into silent steps as Hinata cluelessly searches for the next tavern to visit, only to find himself lost within dark alleyways.

"Hey lil' guy."

Hinata turns around to meet two lanky tall men in ragged garments that shade their faces.

"H-hello, can I help you?"

"We heard you talkin' about the Demon King. We were his associates for a short time, ya know?"

"Pfff, associates," the second man snickers.

"Seriously?! Please, tell me where to find him!"

"The thing is we were fired a while ago and our pockets are kinda light. That affects our memory."

"Oh, um," Hinata fumbles within his coin pouch, except it's as empty or perhaps more than theirs. "Sorry, I had to buy supplies for my party earlier..."

"That chest plate of yours will do nicely."

"And your sword's in good shape too. Hand it over."

Both thieves step closer while Hinata ends backed up against a wall with nowhere to escape.

"I need them to fight," Hinata fidgets.

"We weren't askin' kiddo." The flash of a dagger makes Hinata's breath come to a standstill.

"Or maybe you'd prefer to give us other sort of gratification? Would be a pity to scar that cute face."

"What will it be, hmm? The sword or the knee?"

- - -

"Kyaaaah!"

Shrieks of women invade the streets, except they're born out of admiration rather than the usual fear the Demon King instills in the population. He struts with his head held high and his chest puffed, winking and smiling at the select group he finds most attractive. The adoring gazes, the envious glares, he craves for each of them — being the object of human desire, jealousy, hatred, but more than anything getting recognized for something else besides what the tales have reduced him to: a bloodthirsty demon. At times he wishes he had been born a noble pampered by rich parents, then he could actually leave his castle without worrying about flying arrows and a permanent bounty on his head. Being a demon has its advantages though, such as infinite power and the ability to easily bend people's will.

"For you, sir," a girl blushes as she offers him a bouquet. Oikawa strokes her chin and she nearly faints from the harmless touch. He has to refuse the constant shower of gifts or else it would be a pain having to carry everything in his hands. Among the commotion he's created he hears a different type of shouting deeper into the dangerous alleys.

"Ugh! You damn brat!"

"A fight between drunkards? " he frowns.

"Get away from me!"

"You knocked out my pal, shitstain..." the thief gnarls, punching Hinata so violently he falls on the ground. He hasn't unsheathed his sword despite having the option to do so; sadly his enemy isn't as benevolent and soon a dagger edge points at his throat. "Now I've gotta do this the hard way."

Dizziness prevents Hinata from seeing exactly what happens next. His assailant approaches threateningly, however his body suddenly jolts and he plummets to the ground like a lifeless doll. He can't tell what's going on besides another person standing behind him, then his vision fades to black.

"Wakey waaakey."

"NGAH!" Hinata regains his senses from his nose being pinched, still sitting on the cold pavement. "I almost died twice in a row!" he breathes in rapidly.

"I tried slapping you. You wouldn't react."

"So that's why my cheek hurts so bad."

"Wrong, that's on the guys who beat the shit out of you."

The alluded lie motionless near them.

"Are they...?" Hinata gulps.

"Just a very painful stunning spell. They might have cramps for days, but they'll survive. I think."

"They said they worked for the Demon King."

"Is thats so?" the Hero's savior inspects the men's faces up close. "Nope, doesn't ring a bell."

"Sorry, I didn't even ask your name," Hinata realizes once he finally gathers his bearings.

"I hadn't thought of that," he mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Let's go with...Koiwa."

"I'm Shouyou Hinata!"

An anagram. That's the first thing Oikawa could make up. He can't believe his luck, finding his archenemy at death's door. What's more unimaginable is that he's wound up being his savior. In his defense he hadn't seen his face before attacking the annoying thief for causing a ruckus when he was supposed to be the center of attention.

"Oh my gosh, he beat up these bad guys!"

More shrieking. Oikawa's audience applauds his bravery, which he appreciates but at the same time stops him from pulverizing his nemesis where he stands. Too many eyes on him to commit murder and he's actually having fun playing the hero.

"Welp, that's kind of embarrassing," Hinata sulks.

"They sneaked on you, didn't they?" Oikawa fakes a grin, "it's a miracle you took one down unarmed."

They glance at Hinata's discarded chest plate, dented from acting as a non-lethal weapon. 

"One asked for my armor and I gave it to him."

"Not sure taking it off was the smartest idea." 

"That'll teach them not to bring a sword to an armor fight...or something...like that."

Oikawa stifles a laugh.

"Can we go? I'm humiliated as it is with these people pointing fingers," the redhead whines.

"We?"

"Gotta thank you for saving my skin."

"I must have done something right in my previous life," Oikawa muses. "Oh, nevermind, I was still the same Demon King. Reincarnation yadda yadda."

Earning someone's trust without spinning a hundred lies has never been easier. Now the Demon King only has to be patient until the opportunity to strike arises. Not yet though, as Hinata guides him around streets crowded with taverns and their visitors.

"If you don't mind me asking," Hinata observes his fancy attire, "are you a noble? Or a prince?"

"I'm royalty from a faraway land."

"Hehe, you have that air about you. Here I thought rich folk always walked around with bodyguards."

An image of Oikawa's lackeys —Tanaka and Nishinoya— crosses his mind.

"They're pretty useless. And besides, I can take care of myself."

"Saw that, your spell zapped the guy to oblivion!"

"I reckon you can hold your own in a fight too."

"Not as good as you, clearly."

"Stabbing them would have been faster."

"You can use swords?"

"I've mastered many combat weapons and fighting styles over the years. I just prefer not getting my hands dirty...specially when I'm wearing expensive clothes, blood is extremely hard to wash off."

"Wooow, you're one badass noble."

They reach a decent-looking tavern at the end of the street that despite reeking of alcohol also offers food judging by the nice smell coming from inside.

"I'm sure you're used to fine dining, but the vegetable bowls here are healthy and cheap!"

Hinata's stomach sinks when he tries reaching for his coin pouch — the same pouch he kept safe in the damaged chest plate he'd left behind. It seems he's lost his leftover savings with or without thieves intervention. Oikawa notices his miserable expression and takes a seat at a table regardless.

"My treat. I was actually about to get dinner."

The redhead sniffles while rubbing his tears away. It's not like he wants to comfort him or anything, he's simply seizing his chance to extort information out of him by pretending to be a generous patron. After careful consideration Hinata settles for the cheapest plate from the menu while Oikawa orders a sumptuous feast disregarding the price tags.

"Your best wine, waitress."

"We have beer or liquor."

"A sweet liquor bottle. Bring wine glasses."

"What a curious character," Hinata chuckles. "Koiwa-san, are you traveling alone?"

"Better than in bad company."

"I mean nobles normally travel with a cohort to carry their stuff or do menial tasks for them."

"I've proven to be capable on my own. Or do I appear that helpless to you in particular? Because you're smaller and weaker than me, chibi-chan."

 "N-no, it's more like-"

"What."

"It's hard to believe you're alone with that face," Hinata mutters nervously.

"Hah?" Oikawa quirks a brow with interest.

"A handsome man like you must have a partner?"

"BLuGhH!"

Nothing takes the Demon King off guard — then how comes he almost choked to death on his drink? He wishes he could peer within Hinata's eyes to know what he's seeing to have prompted that question. Whatever illusion it is wouldn't compare to his true beauty, and in a sense he would have preferred if he didn't have to hide it for this conversation. Best push that last thought aside.

"M-my bad, I- I stepped out of line," Hinata stutters, "I can't handle alcohol well, forgive me."

"Oho, so he's a lightweight," Oikawa makes a mental note of that information as he pours more sweet poison in both of their glasses. He analyzes his target while he's literally defenseless. Under his armor he had a buttonless ivory blouse, its loose v-shape collar allowing for a peek at his Adam's apple and the soft curves of his clavicles. Oikawa's index circles his glass' edge as he would trace Hinata's features. For didactic purposes, of course. He would exploit any debilitating spot he could find.

"I made this awkward, I should go-"

"Stay. I was wondering about your circumstances," the Demon King continues bluffing. "Have you no partners to keep you company either, hmm?"

Hinata takes a chug of liquor. Whether his blush is caused by shyness or drunkeness is unclear.

"My friends are busy."

"Lucky me~"

It comes as no surprise that the Hero wouldn't disclose his relationship with his partymates. After all not many would understand that he gets his cock sucked dry by them every night for mana upkeep. Still, Oikawa already knows his dirty little secret since he spies on him daily using his crystal ball. For information, of course. Definitely not because of boredom, and much less for self-pleasure.

"You could woo a few commoners with your looks."

"Please, I'm nowhere as attractive as you are," Hinata glances timidly to the side.

Oikawa's eyes open wide. "Wait, are we flirting?"  

A diabolic plan surges from his darkest depths. 

"A low level charm spell will make him submit in this state. He'll agree to anything I ask if it works."

When Hinata lifts his gaze he swears Oikawa's shines red as he sips on his glass, if only for a moment. He passes it as a reflection from the crimson liquor or perhaps his blurry vision added to a burning sensation. His body suddenly feels lighter, less inhibited. Likely the alcohol's fault — or is it?

"You know, I was starting to feel really down today. I couldn't dig up any info about the Demon King, almost got robbed, lost my coin pouch...but after meeting you I feel waaaay better," he smiles.

"Then invite me to dinner next," the demon suggests, testing the effect of his enchantment.

"I will."

"Hell yeah! Not even him can resist my spells."

"If I can get my pouch back that is. Ah, maybe noone's picked it up yet, we should go check!"

A couple of gold coins suffice for a feast courtesy of the Demon King. He follows after a slightly intoxicated Hinata who keeps tripping clumsily on his feet. Quite the show for a hardy warrior.

"Lean on me."

"Okay."

"Like taking candy from a babe," Oikawa whistles as he grips at Hinata's hip proving his spell succeeded. 

"I'm kinda dizzy."

They stop behind a tavern with empty crates Hinata can use to slump upon and clear his head. 

"This is the guy who's supposed to defeat me?" Oikawa sighs in disappointment, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe a smidge of dry blood from Hinata's nose, pinching it again.

"Ow, ooow!"

"You're awfully whiny for a mighty Hero."

"And you're awfully rough for a noble," he giggles. "Hold on, how did you know who I am?"

"Uuh, who doesn't? Orange hair, sword, nosy about the Demon King's whereabouts. You're famous."

Hinata stares at him with a mix of doubt and curiosity. "High praise for a village boy like me."

The Demon King stands in front of him, his large shadow looming over as he scans his victim. He'd be another average country bumpkin if it weren't for his hair bright like molting lava, his bushy lashes, sunkissed skin and athletic body complexion despite his shorter height. That is to say, he's rather hot. Worse yet, he's a hundred percent Oikawa's type. He wouldn't admit that if he got whipped a thousands times though, it would ruin his reputation.

"D-don't stare."

"You started it."

"Couldn't help it," the redhead gives him a cheeky grin, "you are very handsome, Koiwa-san."

That's it, Oikawa can't resist the temptation to ask exactly what sort of man Hinata is visualizing.

"How so?"

"Where do I begin. You look strong for someone who's probably been coddled since birth," Hinata's gaze trails from his chest slowly upwards. "Your sideways hair is so silky," he dares touching the pointy tips Oikawa so meticulously brushed, "and your eyes remind me of the soil at my hometown. I like earthy brown, matches your hair color too."

An oddly accurate description. Almost too similar to Oikawa's true appearance. Then he realizes his own reflection on Hinata's eyes isn't any different besides for the lack of demon horns and red eyes.

"No way..."

As if Oikawa wasn't already flabbergasted Hinata gets on his feet, tiptoeing to snatch a kiss.

[ -10 Mana Points ]

For some inexplicable reason the Demon King shudders, his pulse skyrockets and his body loses strength as thought he were sinking into the ocean. Turns out this is the result of opposite forces —good and evil— naturally repelling the other like water and oil. He can feel the mana slipping away from the meek brush of lips meant to be pleasant, not an aggression. Hinata backs away and the aghast look on Oikawa's face compels him to apologize.

"Oh god, sorry, I must have misunderstood-"

"This is your trump card huh? You think this is enough to bend me, Shouyou?" Oikawa squints, pushing him to sit on the crates again. He mashes his lips against the Hero's trying to prove his point, fighting the vexing sensation of weakness that blends in with the thrill of the situation.

[ -30 Mana Points ]

"Mmnn."

How sinful are Hinata's moans. He's only heard them from afar, watching all the lewd things he does with his teammates from his crystal ball. He won't forget how he sounds in person, or the warmth his lips exude, tastier yet thanks to the liquor coat.

"Don't...shtop..."

[ -50 Mana Points ]

What other tricks does the Hero have up his sleeve? His hands have anchored on Oikawa's waist belt, pulling their bodies together while the demon asserts his dominance over the encounter, even though he's always had it since he put Hinata under his spell. Just a word and he will kneel.

"Use your tongue," he commands, forcing Hinata to look him in the eyes as their kiss turns messier, keeping him in place by grabbing his nape while their tongues roll rapidly around the other's.

[ -100 Mana Points ]

But Hinata isn't one to stay idle. He lets go of Oikawa's belt sliding his hands to his backside, earning a loud groan when he squeezes at the brunette's rear as if he were inciting him to grind their lower parts. His french-kissing skills let on that he isn't the angel people paint him to be, but this is way beyond the scope of Oikawa's expectations. Complacent, yet able to take the initiative. Bashful, yet bold when the occasion calls for it. Undeniably Oikawa's type.

"I want to break you," the Demon King pants against Hinata's moist lips, "face the wall. Quick."

"Wah, n-not here, this place is dirty!"

"Hey, you can't reject me if you're charmed."

A bell rings in the distance. The city's clock tower marks midnight. Hinata bats his lashes and he gasps as he's met with a pair of gorgeous rubies.

"Ko-Koiwa-san, y-you have horns."

"Wha- how did you- that was an advanced illusion, you shouldn't have been able to break it!" he panics. "Don't tell me my spell didn't work either."

"Spell? You're a demon?!"

Now that Oikawa's cover has blown to tiny bits there's only one way to escape unscathed from the embarrassment — keep lying through his teeth.

"I'm no mere demon, I'm the Demon King! And, err...you've fallen right into my trap, chibi-chan!" he announces dramatically. "How dare you oppose me using underhanded tactics, foolish mortal?"

"You're the one who ambushed me, jerk!"

"Th-that's right, but I commend your strength to resist my magic, therefore I'll spare your life...this once." Another teleportation sygil is summoned. Oikawa glances at Hinata before retreating. "My name is Tooru Oikawa, remember it well because next time we meet I'll make sure you scream it out loud. Find me at the northern wastelands. I'll be waiting~"

Just like that the final boss has fled. Hinata is left confused, intrigued, and looking at his pants, horny.

"Well, that was an introduction."

- - -

Kuroo's laboratory doors fling open shortly after.

"SHAM! FRAUD! SLUT!" Oikawa waltzes in.

"Okay, at least two of these were uncalled for."

"Don't mock me Kuroo, I'm this close to skinning you alive!!" he gestures making a finger circle.

"Tell me what's going on first."

"A total noob dispelled your magic, that's what!"

Kuroo takes a look at his wall clock. "It's past midnight. You missed on a delicious slime soup for dinner by the way. Hell's chef specialty."

"So what if it's late."

"I guess you didn't hear me when I said the spell would feed on your mana until midnight. Unless your mana was unstable, any irregularities in your magic flow could cause it to vanish sooner."

"Oh. That explains things."

"Explain what?"

"Why it didn't work properly. Shouy- I mean, that stupid Hero saw through it. All it did was hide my demonic features, but nothing else changed."

The red mage puts his elbow on the table and his hand under his chin, nonchalant as ever. "That just means there's nothing he wanted to be different."

".............."

Oikawa's jaw drops as heat rushes to his face. He turns around abruptly without speaking another word, then dashes out. Every demon he comes across avoids him; they all have learnt it's unwise to bump onto the Demon King when he's frowning or moody for whatever reason. Oikawa locks his chamber door with a bang and stomps towards his bed where he throws himself like a heavy boulder. He burrows his face on his fluffy pillow, and then...

"UWAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

He kicks his feet, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"He saw me. ME. Not a lame fake."

Nobody who's witnessed the Demon King's real appearance lives to tell the tale, or does so suffering severe consequences. Akaashi, Bokuto and Kageyama are prime examples of his cruelty. Not to mention Hinata was impervious to his charming spells, or rather no witchcraft was necessary to get caught in Oikawa's web. It can only mean one thing for such a blatant rule-breaker.

"Hurry up chibi-chan, I wanna settle the score."

The Hero must die.

Chapter Text

[ Area: Northern Wastelands ]

-Danger: High

-Recommended Level: ???

Deserted plains that were once a metropolis thriving with life, now abandoned due to the Demon King's summoned monsters invading the territory. Its original inhabitants migrated and reconstructed their homes away from danger; a settlement of refugees which later would be known as Tokyo, built from scraps and one of the most populated in the Haikyuu world. On the other hand the wastelands have become a death trap for lost travelers and treasure hunters. Hardly anyone makes it out alive, hence how little information is documented about the creatures likely responsible for the disappearances or why so many succumb to its environment. Rumors say mirages of a colossal castle appear on a full moon, although nobody has verified if it's real.

"And yer sayin' we should head there?" Atsumu asks after Hinata suggested their next target.

"Hinata boke, you can't believe a single word that comes out of the Demon King's mouth!" Kageyama grunts. "It sounds like a trap."

"It definitely is," Kenma nods, "...I just can't grasp why he didn't kill you on sight."

Akaashi pitches in with a worried expression. "We're merely a pastime for him. I'm sure he thought Hinata didn't pose a real threat," he glances at the redhead, "er, no offense."

"None taken. I think he was trying to manipulate me with a spell of some sort and it didn't take effect. I diiiid get a bit tipsy on liquor though."

Both Akaashi and Kenma stare at each other.

"That can't be," the white mage refutes, "the Demon King's magic is extremely powerful. Even with Akaashi-san's and my mana together we aren't able to break the curse he put on him."

"Hoo-hoo, don't forget about meee, I have it worse!" Bokuto flits onto Akaashi's head. He certainly got the short end of the stick, getting turned into a pet owl unable to fend for himself besides for weakly clawing and pecking at his enemies. At least Akaashi kept a human form despite the Incubus curse he's afflicted with.

"Nevermind that, if yer immune why did ya kiss him?" Atsumu's glare joins with the others'.

"I- I didn't know it was him! He didn't have any horns or red eyes, and he was disguised as a good-looking noble," Hinata starts sweating.

"Hah, typical of him to pretend something he isn't to get attention," Kageyama scoffs.

"I don't think he was lying. He might've been intrigued because I resisted his magic. Besides, we don't have a better clue as where to go."

They reflect on their options for a while. Nothing comes to mind, and wandering around without an objective would be as fruitless as standing still.

"The wastelands should be hard to cross," Akaashi speaks out, "we'll have to gather supplies. I doubt we can hunt wild animals for food, and the water there could be polluted."

Unfortunately the Hero's pouch doesn't clink with so many coins to afford the supplies they need.

"We're still near Tokyo, aren't we?"

Hinata checks their world map, assenting.

"Then let's travel here," Akaashi points down, "it's a separate settlement that belongs to the main city. I'd like to visit my family before we set out."

"How come you didn't mention them when we were in Tokyo last time?"

"It's complicated."

Bokuto perches himself on his friend's shoulder and whispers. "Psst, are you sure you wanna go?"

The black mage knits his brows, but it's still a yes as he leads the party towards the marked spot. They pass by the rundown city throughout a parallel road and soon another cluster of buildings can be seen into the horizon. Hinata isn't very knowledgeable about architecture, however as soon as they reach the entrance gate the difference is like day and night — from hunks of metal and rubble put together to refined houses sculpted from white stone. One after another he's marveled at the impressive manors, their gardens and the elegantly dressed people wearing silks he could only dream of owning.

"What in tarnation is this place?" Atsumu mumbles. "...Man, Imma make a fortune today."

Kenma bonks him on the head with his staff. "No stealing or we'll put it you on a leash."

"I'd be happy with a purse or two, these rich folk must be loaded with- ouch, ouch! That hurts!" he winces while Kenma bonks him over and over until he quits staring at other people's valuables.

Akaashi halts in front of a large manor with an iron fence gate. A young girl wearing a maid dress comes out to unlock it, then bows down.

"Welcome home, master Akaashi." Her eyes shift to the group behind him. "I'm afraid I wasn't aware that you had hired new bodyguards."

"They are friends of mine. I'd appreciate if you prepare the guest rooms for tonight."

"Please, forgive my ignorance," she bows down apologetically, "I will inform the rest of the staff."

"Are my parents home?"

"Of course. I will let them know of your arrival."

Meanwhile Kageyama mutters onto Hinata's ear. "She thought we were his servants."

"That's what's bothered you?" Hinata giggles at the archer's lack of awareness. He's unfazed compared to everyone else agape upon the astonishing white marble interior, with more maids rushing about following Akaashi's orders. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, porcelain vases with fresh flowers on every table, and the furniture is the fanciest he's ever seen. Everything ranges from white to pale greys giving a sensation of monotony despite the luxury. A door slams open ruining the quiet ambience.

"Akaashi! Where have you been, dude?" a blonde man casually greets him with a hug.

"Oof. Good to see you, Konoha-san."

"Hey, hey, I'm here too!" Bokuto hops.

They lower their voices to speak.

"Still a feather ball huh. If you two haven't solved that problem, what's brought you back?"

"I'll explain the situation later, for now let me present you to my teammates," Akaashi grins, acting as a guide across the rooms maze until they reach a tea salon with comfortable sofas. "This is Konoha Akinari, old friend of Bokuto-san and I. He's Fukurodani's guild apothecary."

"Meh, all I do is supply herbs and remedies. I was here for business when I saw these maids going nuts sweeping and wiping, so I guessed some big shot was coming. Although I didn't expect you."

"It wasn't a planned detour."

"Excuse me," the Hero lifts his hand, "in name of everyone I'd like to ask...why didn't you tell us?"

"Tell what?"

"That you're rich!"

"Ah," Akaashi avoids Hinata's gaze. "My parents hold a high station in this city, that is all."

Konoha elbows at his arm. "Don't be modest, the Akaashi name is famous for its scholar lineage."

It makes sense now that Hinata recalls his exquisite table etiquette, polite mannerisms, and neater clothing taste than the average man. He has always seemed like a highborn magician.

"I don't want to be treated differently. Plus, I dislike having to beg my parents for anything, but today I'll make an exception," he lets out of a sigh. "I'll ask for a loan for our journey to the north."

"Make it big while yer at it! I can't believe we could have been eatin' juicy steak every night," Atsumu's eyes twinkle just as Kageyama's as they picture a banquet instead of whatever edibles they would hunt or harvest on the wild; oftentimes tough animal meat, roots or fruits.

"I can arrange something for supper," the black mage chuckles at their excitement.

"May I get an apple pie?" Kenma drools.

"Tamago kake gohan!"

"Pork curry with egg, if you have."

"Steak, steak, steaaaak~"

A maid takes note of their preferences and then dashes off to the kitchen. Once she exits another comes in — an elderly woman with silver hair and a long face full of creases showing her age.

"Master Akaashi, your parents grant you an audience. Please accompany me immediately."

"Thank you."

Bokuto flies over to Konoha's shoulder, the three friends exchanging glances before Akaashi steps out through the door with a grave expression.

"An audience for their son?" Atsumu snorts, "Is he adopted, or are all nobles that freakin' weird?"

"Akaashi's parents are rather particular," Konoha explains, "they're the severe type, very strict."

"They hate my guts, I bet they'd be happy to see me like this," the owl droops his head.

"Not true."

"It really is, they blamed me for dragging Akaashi out of this pretty cage. They'd roast me, season me, and serve me on a stick if they found out we got cursed by the Demon King during our travels."

Kenma twitches in surprise. "They don't?"

"Akaashi insisted on keeping it a secret. Who knows how they'd react, hoo."

"This information must be overwhelming for all of you. Just don't pressure Akaashi about family matters, he must be extremely on edge and even if he keeps his composure he could still snap."

- - -

"Your parents await, master."

A wooden door creaks as it opens up to a spacious room. At first glance it looks like a library; there are several shelves full of scrolls, maps, and tall book towers lined up perfectly around a work bureau. A man and a woman donning black mage robes stand behind it.

Akaashi takes off his mage hat, bending a knee.

"Mother. Father. I am elated to see you well," he stands up, hands clasped behind his lower back.

"My my, our beloved Keiji has finally returned," a woman with sharp, deep blue eyes and long dark hair greets him. It is obvious from whom Akaashi has inherited his alluring features since his father doesn't bear any notable likeness.

"I'm sorry for not giving notice of my visit."

"A visit?" his father questions.

"I will be leaving shortly."

"Aren't you tired of wandering yet, dear?" the woman says in a reprimanding, cold tone that clashes with her delicate appearance. "I don't see that rowdy airhead with you, we thought you had changed your mind about staying home."

"His name is Bokuto-san, mother."

"A whimsy is what I'd call him."

The twitch in Akaashi's eye betrays his calm facade.

"I told you it wasn't like that. I had always wanted to learn magic in the real world, not just from books, and he offered me the opportunity."

"Then why have you returned, son?"

"Father, I...I would like to ask a favor of you."

"You come back to beseech favor in spite of all the family responsibilities you relinquished? Shall I remind you that you're the sole heir to our house? And yet you choose to live like a filthy beggar."

"That isn't-"

"Darling." The woman's strong aura compels silence from the others. "Our little Keiji wouldn't be so daft as to ask favors without offering a proper compensation. Am I correct?"

Akaashi bunches his fists behind his back so tightly his fingers turn pale. "Yes, mother."

"Very well, if that's your bargaining chip I will have you take accountability for duties long overdue. A renown high house is hosting a masquerade party tonight, you will attend this event and get acquainted with the heiresses from the neighboring families, as you should have done to secure our good graces with them. Understood?"

"...Yes, father."

"Don't sulk my dear, your father and I only want the best future for you. Do go on and mingle."

"Damn it. This was an awful idea," Bokuto grumbles listening in from behind the door. He rushes back to the tea salon just ahead of Akaashi, who appears exhausted from the talk.

"I hope you didn't wait long. I won't be able to join you for dinner, but feel free to eat as much as you'd like. My maids are at your service."

Kageyama glares at his suspicious behavior. "Kinda rude for a host to leave their guests hanging. Thought you were looking forward to it."

"Forgive me, it's an obligation I can't refuse. Now, if you'll pardon me, I must get ready right away."

The Hero's party is left in an awkward silence, unsure how to proceed. Only Bokuto dares to raise his voice against what's happening.

"Like hell we're gonna stay!"

"Huh? But what about my steak?"

Bokuto pecks at Atsumu's ears. "This is more important than food, dimwit! Akaashi's parents are forcing him to go to a masquerade in exchange for the funds he's promised us!"

"That doesn't sound half bad."

"Masquerades are a subtle way of hooking heirs from rich families together," Konoha enlightens them. "Akaashi's parents want to chain him down to Tokyo so he becomes the head of the house, that's the main reason he left with the excuse of learning magic. Bokuto helped him make the decision, and us at Fukurodani guild supported his escape using our influences with his family."

"He's too loyal to have done it alone, hoo-hoo."

Hinata gets on his feet, all fired up. "We have to go to that place and make sure nothing weird happens! If he's in danger, we'll rescue him!"

"Are you sure you want to butt in this party?" Kenma smirks, "There's a lot to lose if we're caught messing up with their plans, Shouyou."

"I won't let Akaashi-san sacrifice his freedom for our benefit."

"Spoken like a true dumbass," Kageyama mocks him, yet stands by his side without doubt. "Does anyone here know how a masquerade works?"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Atsumu waves his arm. "You hide yer face, go drinkin', dancin', and eat lots of food."

Meanwhile Kenma produces a book on protocol from his magic bag, skimming over some pages. "He isn't too far off the mark, actually. I think we might be able to blend in under disguise."

"If it's nice clothes you need, I can get 'em," Konoha bumps his fist on his chest.

"There's another issue though..." the white mage squints reading the book. "The dancing part. We should have someone trailing Akaashi up close, that means entering the ballroom."

"I have two left feet," Kageyama admits.

"Hehe, I can totally imagine you stomping on a girl's foot by accident, bakageyama."

"Tch. As if you'd do better."

"I'll let you know I was one of the best dancers at my village's harvest festival."

A feeling of dread crawls up Hinata's back — he's become the target of everyone's eyes.

"G-guys, wait, d-don't get closer, don't- GWAAH!"

- - -

Akaashi stares himself in his chamber mirror. His clothes are the same as usual: black shoulder-length cloak, a white blouse with a jeweled crimson brooch tied around his collar, a buttoned black vest and same colored trousers. Nervousness coils up in his stomach regardless of how attractive he'd look to anyone with sight.

Don't misbehave.

Don't disobey.

Don't stand out.

Don't disappoint.

Honor your family.

Do as you're told — always.

Words he's heard his whole life drill his brain.

"U-ngh..." He falls on his knees as a scorching heat burns from within. He unties his neck brooch and unbuttons his shirt to see a pink heart carved amidst his collar bones glowing brightly. "Not tonight...please..." he breathes heavily, crawling closer to his night desk and propping himself up with trouble. He flings the drawer open, gaze empty as he searches for something inside. "I have no choice, don't I?"

- - -

"Okay, let's go over the plan once more," Kenma begins. "I will be on reconnaissance duty from the back lines. I've put pins imbued with magic on your clothes so I can see where you are with my PSP device. If you're in trouble, tap the pin."

Kageyama struggles getting his gentleman suit in place, but manages to rehearse his role just fine. "I'll pretend to be another rich suitor in the crowd and keep an eye around the ballroom in case anyone tries to engage with Akaashi-san."

"No violence," Kenma reminds him. "Atsumu, you should have no issue laying low thanks to your shape-shifting skills. If things go wrong you'll be our secret weapon since you can change into a man or a woman. Don't screw it up, alright?"

"Gotcha. I'm earnin' my reward in delicious food and lost trinkets anyways," he wags his tail.

"Tamagotchi, you keep him under control."

"Chirp chirp!!" the crow salutes with his wing.

"Extra dessert, how generous of Kenma-kun~" the half-fox jokingly smacks his lips. 

Only one squad member is reluctant to join — Hinata, the one initially most enthusiastic is crawled in a corner with his face against the wall.

"Don't wanna," he pouts as he turns around. "Why am I the only one dressed up as a woman?!"

It isn't just the high-couture champagne and ivory Victorian dress with fake breasts hiding his manly figure and a pearly chocker covering his Adam's apple, also the incredibly realistic orange wig that drapes graciously over his shoulders and the demure yet eye-catching makeup that have transformed the Hero into a fine aristocrat lady. It's a waste that he has to wear a masquerade.

"I can't dance on high heels, this is totally counterproductive!" he whimpers.

"I'd hit it."

"Why don't you be the woman, 'Tsumu?"

"If yer into that."

Kageyama chortles lightly. "Your physique is the smallest among all of us, deal with it boke."

"Now you've suddenly gotten clever, huh?"

"I can always stomp on your foot if you're lonely."

"I'd love to see you try."

"Same," Atsumu teases.

"No time to waste, guys." Kenma puts on his white hood. "Operation Gatekeeper: begin."

- - -

Classical music livens up the soiree hosted by masked nobles on their best clothes, all dressed to impress a possible love interest or instead a long term business partner. The circle surrounding the ballroom area is cramped with ladies waiting for a gentleman to ask them for a dance, while the buffet at the sides offers delicious snacks and wine to instill the hesitant ones with enough valor to join the merriment.

"Crouching Tiger to Sticky Fingers and Gryphon, do you read me?"

"Chirp?" Tamagotchi replies.

Atsumu chucks another canapé down his throat when Kenma's voice comes off from his pin-transmitter. "Ain't happy about my codename."

"You've nabbed more snacks than everyone in this room altogether. It's as accurate as can be."

"I don't get to eat this stuff every day."

The white mage moves stealthily behind pillars to check on another team member. "Crouching Tiger to Blue Ogre, get in the appointed position."

Kageyama gets closer to the dance floor where he can stand inadvertent along other men in suits.

"I can't find Akaashi-san," he mutters.

"Knowing him he's probably avoiding attention. We'll have to throw our bait — Hidden Eel, you're up."

Two butlers flank the entrance, but Hinata flashes an invitation crafted by a Fukurodani guild member specialized in forgeries. He'll have to thank Konoha later for the dubious contacts and blame him for the disguise he provided.

"Be quiet or you'll blow your cover."

"After I practiced my feminine voice?" Hinata sulks.

The butlers open the door and Hinata's heels click across the main hall gathering the attendees' gazes. To most of them he'd look like a tall, slim lady —due to the corset underneath taking his breath— with a broader complexion than the rest. He's surprisingly nimble on his heels since he's got great stability, as if all his battle training has led him to this moment.

"Wow, is she a model?" a man whispers.

"Must hail from the ice lands."

"I wish I could gander at these long legs..."

Admiration quickly turns into jealousy once he walks by the women's audience.

"Who does she think she is, a princess?"

"More like a giantess, teheh!"

"That's a cheap dress isn't it?"

"She definitely belongs to a poor house."

"Don't be cruel, her parents are probably desperate to get her married to a wealthy noble."

A vein pops up on Hinata's forehead. "I'm feeling insulted somehow."

From the middle he surveys the whole room. He spots a seemingly shocked Kageyama in the crowd, Atsumu making a thumbs up from the buffet table, and Kenma laughing his ass off behind a pillar. Still no sign of his main target.

"Where would Akaashi go in this situation?"

Only one place left — the least visible. A resting area at the end of the large salon with sofas for unlucky guests who have fell victim to the wine. There are no lights there to preserve their privacy, which made it harder to see Akaashi holed up. Hinata rushes forward ignoring the compliments and dance requests from other nobles. Just as he's about midway someone clinks a glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to pick a partner!"

"Shit," Kenma frowns, "everyone's gonna be paired up now, we have to intervene."

One by one couples are formed for the grand event; even the drunkards are picked up from their seats. A couple of girls have also sighted Akaashi and are rapidly walking towards him.

"Blue Ogre, intercept the enemy."

Before Kageyama has the chance to take a step five girls have already surrounded him.

"Hello, would you like to dance?"

"Such pretty eyes. What's your name?"

"I was here first you skank."

"Get off him you two, he's embarrassed!"

"Mr. Prince, won't you take me as your bride?"

Kenma can only observe as he gets smothered and immobilized by unexpected aggressors.

"Blue Ogre down. I repeat, Blue Ogre down. Sticky Fingers and Gryphon, you have to take charge."

No answer.

A glimpse at the buffet table explains why. Atsumu and Tamagotchi are so stuffed with snacks that their tummies could explode if they lifted a finger, preventing Tamagotchi from flying or any girl from picking Atsumu from his seat. They've rendered themselves useless.

"Can't move...avenge me, Gryphon...'

"Chi- URP!"

The mastermind himself has to get out of the shadows as a last resort. Kenma attempts to chase after Hinata, but he bumps onto a group of elders —  grandmothers of the younger attendees.

"Careful dear, you could hurt someone."

"M-my bad."

"What a cute wee lad, are you looking for a wife too?"

"Um, no, I'm not-"

"Ladies, come see this man, he's prime husband material for our girls!"

"He's got a weird taste in clothes. Let's check what's under that raggedy robe, hohoho~"

A fatal mistake to forget his own social anxiety. Kenma is completely frozen cornered by chubby grandmas pinching his cheeks and touching his arms and legs, testing his worth as a candidate. 

"Crouching Tiger...has fallen..." he cuts off.

Hinata has just become the last defense line. He swallows and locks in on the girls approaching Akaashi with the intent of taking him for a dance. Swift as a high-heeled ninja he avoids annoying suitors and meddling rivals, placing himself behind a butler carrying a tray with champagne and wine. One of the girls passes nearby; the perfect chance to push the butler against her spilling the drinks all over her white dress.

"Eeeeekkk!!!"

One target eliminated.

He nudges people aside until he's close to the second girl. No butlers to be used as weapon, but he gets an idea scanning her fancy dress with a very convenient weak point — the lace keeping it wrapped around her hips. He unties it carefully, steps on the lace against the floor and lets her walk forward. She doesn't realize her dress has peeled almost all the way down until she's left the crowd...and then he hears a scream.

"Never underestimate a pauper."

And there is Akaashi, sitting awkwardly on the sofa with his arms crossed in an openly defensive position. Hinata faces him without saying a word; he simply extends his hand, letting his wrist limp with his palm down as an offering.

"Hah, of course I couldn't hide forever," he sighs gloomily, taking Hinata's hand.

In a matter of seconds the ballroom is full and the minimalistic orchestra kicks in with a waltz. Akaashi holds Hinata's right hand, Hinata places his left on Akaashi's shoulder, and as custom, the man holds the woman by the waist.

"One, two, three, one, two, three," Hinata repeats to himself while Akaashi takes the lead.

"You've caused quite a stir with your entrance."

The redhead nods as not to speak.

"I've been hearing people talk. You aren't from any wealthy house. I don't mind, though."

More nodding.

"Pretty quiet for someone who's so keen on getting rid of the competition," he grins faintly, "those poor girls didn't deserve the humiliation."

"Heheh."

Akaashi's feet stop moving for a second.

"...It's nothing. Your smile sounded familiar."

They fall silent for a while as the music envelops the room with a tune inviting to dance, not speak.

"It's called the waltz of flowers."

"Mhm."

"Feels like you aren't enjoying this."

Hinata flinches, nearly skipping a beat.

"Did you want to be here tonight?"

He shakes his head energetically.

"Me neither." His sourness is palpable under the mask.

"Want me to whisk you away?"

Akaashi's eyes blow wide open as Hinata winks at him. His voice easily gave him away.

"You've got to be kidding."

The waltz goes in crescendo marking the final segment of the song. They spin around the stage without any other choice until it's finally over, and then Hinata pulls Akaashi by the hand to a balcony with nightly sights to the settlement.

"Bahahah, you should have seen your face! Er, well, the lower half of it," Hinata laughs.

His mage friend is still in shock.

"Sup, you thought we'd leave you alone?"

"You can dance," Akaashi stares blankly.

"Wow, that's all you had to say."

"And you're cross dressing."

"Okay, nevermind, stick to a 'thank you'."

"Bff- haha!"

The first smile of the night is tinged with sadness.

"O mighty Hero, I owe you for saving me from that dangerous horde that kept bothering me. I was hoping I didn't have to dance, but alas, it wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be."

"Hmph. Would have been easier if you'd told us where you were going from the beginning."

"I didn't want to involve you," Akaashi leans on the balcony stone fence with his fidgety fingers laced over his lap, "this is my burden to bear."

"Akaashi-san," Hinata grasps his frozen hands within his own, "tell me what's happening."

"The usual expectations of an heir. Follow after your father's steps, maintain your household status, find a wife, bear offspring..." he scrunches his nose, "things I don't want to deal with, specially the latter as you can imagine."

"You don't have to-"

"It's my responsibility."

"Wrong. You're your own person, not their property!"

"Bokuto-san said the same when he suggested we go on a journey. Then the worst case scenario went down and I couldn't go back in fear of my parents finding out I'm cursed. They'd disown me, or worse yet, lock me at home like a monster."

"But it wasn't your fault."

"Status is everything for them. What would they say if they knew their son turns into a sex maniac because of this thing?" he unbuttons his collar to show how the incubus brand pulsates.

It's hard to refute that logic, honestly. Akaashi's parents don't come off as the reasonable type, not to mention he's sucked more cocks than books he's read — and he's considered a scholar in Tokyo.

"I appreciate your concern, Hinata, but there's nothing you can do. Still...you've helped me tonight," he rubs Hinata's fingers soaking in his warmth, "my parents have eyes everywhere, and they'll hear I've fulfilled my part of the deal. Now go back to my manor, I have to stay a bit longer."

"Crouching Tiger to Hidden Eel, is the target secured?"

"I think so," Hinata whispers.

"Operation Gatekeeper successful, return to base."

- - -

"How come you didn't mention them when we were in Tokyo last time?"

"It's complicated."

...

"I don't want to be treated differently. Plus, I dislike having to beg my parents for anything, but today I'll make an exception." 

...

"Forgive me, it's an obligation I can't refuse. Now, if you'll pardon me, I must get ready right away."

...

"Help me, Shouyou."

"AH!!"

The Hero wakes up drenched in sweat in the bedroom the maids had prepared for him. He takes a glimpse at the clock on the night desk.

"Midnight?! Crap, I fell asleep waiting." 

His tank top and pajama pants aren't exactly the best thing to roam around as a guest, although it's unlikely he would come across anyone else in the house at such late hours. Or so he thinks until he finds another night owl roaming the hallways.

"Uwah! You startled me, Konoha-san!"

"Hey Hinata, can't sleep either?"

"I had a nightmare."

"That sucks. I went to grab a mug of chocolate."

"Have you seen Akaashi-san?"

"Oh, yeah, he came home recently. Didn't say a thing about the masquerade though, he just rushed to his chamber so I left him be."

"Just like that?"

Konoha takes a gulp of his drink getting a funny chocolatey mustache. "I could tell he was troubled, but I've learnt not to pry when he's in that state. He'd rather be alone to be safe."

An image of the pulsing brand flashes in Hinata's mind. "You mean the curse has activated. Where's his chamber? I want to check up on him."

"Be careful," he points at the end of the hallway.

It's strangely dark, more so than the other doors. Looking above he realizes the chandelier candles have been put out and that feels like a bad omen.

"Augh...n-ngh..."

He knocks once he hears the groans.

"Hi?"

"Leave."

"Not unless you open the door."

"I won't."

"Then I'll sleep on the floor. If I catch a cold I'll have to stay longer, would your dad approve?"

The sound of steps indicate Hinata's persuasion has worked and the door unlocks by a thin gap. He can see Akaashi's eyes have turned golden, a sign that he's under the curse's clutches.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"I can help if you let me-"

"Go away, you're sweaty."

"Huh. You can tell through the door?" Hinata sniffs his armpits to make sure he isn't smelly.

"I can sense your pheromones. Just-"

A heavy thud resounds behind the door. Hinata opens it in a panic to find Akaashi on his knees, whom for whatever reason is naked from his waist down despite him still wearing his formal shirt and vest. He helps him getting up, tumbling backwards from his weight only to be caught between his arms when he supports his elbows against the door. His breath tickles on his ear.

"You never listen, do you?"

Akaashi's shirt slips from his vest, draping over his lower stomach. Hinata leers without meaning to; he wishes he hadn't noticed how hard his cock is, but he has, and when his gaze shoots up he's shocked by the mage's disheveled appearance. 

"It aches," Akaashi looks Hinata in the eyes, his presence threatening. "I could have fucked anyone from that ballroom. Turn one of these girls into the child bearers their parents want them to become, like my parents expect me to. Although that wouldn't make me any better than them, hm?"

Nothing Hinata can say will change his reality.

"Guess why I didn't?"

"I don't know."

"I've decided to be my own person," he smiles.

"You're a good man, Akaashi-san."

"I like how that sounds. My parents barely praised me no matter how much I tried."

A 'phew' escapes Hinata's lips once Akaashi walks over to his bed, lying face down with his legs sprawled while he swings a long sex toy he had in his drawer. "I can't climax by myself since I got this curse, apparently it has to be someone else making me come or the itch won't stop. It's not like I want to have sex with strangers."

Sadly the more he denies his needs, the worse is the curse on his mind. He can't resist it for too long.

"I- I see."

The mage drops his toy onto the sheets as he sinks his face on the pillow, bunching his fists at its corners. "Help me, Shouyou...don't leave."

His words are muffled out of embarrassment. The plush mattress cedes under Hinata's weight, except he has no idea what to do once he's got Akaashi's rear at point blank. He's aware of his request, though he doesn't want to cross any boundaries that would jeopardize his trust nor take advantage of his vulnerability. There's an open bottle of translucent liquid spilling on the sheets he can recognize as lubricant, and that should be permissible to work with. A few drops are enough to make his digits moist. His middle slides effortlessly inside Akaashi considering he was masturbating with a sex toy much thicker and longer not long ago — his moans have grown louder than before, however.

"Mmm."

His ring finger joins the first, and he starts pushing them in and out at a speedy pace that elevates the volume of Akaashi's voice despite his efforts to be discreet. The squelching from his finger thrusts mixes up with the bed creaking; thankfully their chamber is last on the hallway.

"Is this nice?" Hinata asks as he stops his motions in favor of a sluggish massage, curling and twisting his fingers where he can feel a small bump, pressing and letting go of the tender walls.

"Hnn!" 

The spasming hips and bobbing erection are a certain cue that he's feeling it.

"Couldn't hear you."

"Verryy," Akaashi slurs.

That brief admission eggs Hinata on to get more adventurous with his partner's body. His fingers never leave Akaashi's tight hole, however his left hand is unoccupied whereas it could be used for mischief. He peeks between Akaashi's legs — his cock hangs stiff and red at the head, begging to get the same adoring treatment as his hind. Hinata can't deny him anything after what he's been through so he wraps his fist around and pumps it leisurely to test how he would react.

"Fuck..."

Bad words aren't part of his friend's vocabulary; unless he gets aroused. Hinata seems to be having fun as he jerks his left hand rhythmically to match his right, caressing Akaashi's length leaving no skin untouched until it's sopped with lube. 

"More."

"I wonder if I should be rougher." 

All of a sudden Hinata withdraws his fingers. The mage turns his head on the pillow as to see what's wrong, instead getting caught unawares when Hinata flips him around to lie on his back. His whole face is bright red, and his shirt has unbuttoned further displaying his curse brand.

"Damn," Akaashi droops an arm over his eyes as if that would save how little pride he has left. The redhead pulls it away so he can watch his next step. His gaze follows Hinata's hand attentively as it grabs his discarded sex toy, yet he can't keep eye contact when he slowly penetrates him with it, all the while Hinata watches his expression contort from pleasure and how sensually he arches his back.

"You're right, you could have fucked anyone you wanted," Hinata pampers him with praise while he uses the toy with enough zest Akaashi gives up hiding to hold onto the bed's metal headboard.

"Shouyou," he whines yearningly.

"But you're so much more than what your parents have made you believe," he glides his fingers tracing the outline of the brand, bending his body forward so his lap presses against the flat end of Akaashi's dildo keeping it burrowed. He rocks his hips as though they were having sex, only that it's the toy getting shoved instead of the real thing.

"I'm...gonna..."

Hinata's fingertips brush down amidst Akaashi's heaving chest. The tact of his black vest is that of high quality silk, same as his dress shirt edges. Nonetheless he prefers the smooth skin leading to his lean underbelly, which burns hotter yet closer to his hard-on. It is shimmering thanks to the lube and his own moisture, and its bulging veins let on he's about to orgasm. Warmth seeps from it onto Hinata's palm as he seizes it giving him a lengthy stroke. As a result a spurt trickles from the slit mingling along his oiled fingers.

"Relax. Just let go."

"Mnnff." The mage bites at his shirt sleeve. Hinata washes away his frustrations by stroking his cock until he can't keep coming. His vest winds up covered in his seed, and the best part is that despite his orderly nature he can't find it in himself to worry about the huge mess. The heart-shaped mark has vanished, his eyes have regained their original color, and soon drowsiness catches up thanks to a helping hand snuggling him underneath the sheets.

"Good boy, Keiji."

- - -

"Here's your reward."

Next morning Akaashi is summoned by his parents. A heavy coin bag is given as they'd agreed.

"Thanks father. I shall take my leave now."

"No you won't, you little devil," his mother scowls. "Tell us about that lady that's got you so captivated you didn't dance with anyone else."

"I don't understand."

"Goodness, our dear Keiji is actually blushing."

"Is it true, son?"

"Well, uh," he steels himself to lie. "Yes. She's from a small house without any riches."

"Does she want children at least?"

"I don't give a damn!" Akaashi slams his hands firmly on his father's bureau. "I'm chasing after her with this money, and you can't stop me. Until we meet again, mother and father. Farewell."

The door slams shut.

"Waahh!" Akaashi's mother starts bawling.

"Wha- what's gotten into you, woman?"

"Our baby has finally grown a pair," she sniffles.

- - -

"How did it go?"

[ The Hero gained 5000 Gold. ]

"Holy. Moly." Hinata arches his brows.

"Let's say they won't pester me for a while."

"Awesome! Let's pack our bags!"

"Can I ask you something first?" Akaashi twiddles his thumbs, his cheeks slightly flushed. "My head is still fuzzy, but I must have been very receptive to you yesterday. Why didn't you...you know."

"Wouldn't be okay to do anything like that when you're not yourself, right?"

"Right. Not because you dislike me then. So hypothetically speaking, if I hadn't been under the curse effect you'd consider..." he muses.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Nothing. Perhaps next time."

Chapter Text

"Dear Kiyoko-chan and Kuroo-neko,

It has come to my attention that the Hero's party is still alive and kicking. Since I couldn't seduce direct attacks have proved unsuccessful thus far I've decided to take a different approach: divide and conquer. I want you to drive his team apart so I can have the Hero for I can finish him off while he's all alone. Aren't I super evil? (≧ڡ≦*)

PS: Feel free to get rid of Tobio-chan!"

Both letter recipients stare at the childlike calligraphy of none other than the Demon King.

"I'm going to pour laxative in his chocolate mug if he keeps calling me that," Kuroo grimaces.

"Why doesn't he just kill them?" Kiyoko squints.

"He said it would be boring before they can put up a fight," the red mage shrugs his shoulders, "like a newbie going for the final boss at level one. Personally? I think he gets off on their suffering."

"That would be commendable if his methods weren't so unorthodox. A whip would be more effective if inflicting pain is what he desires."

They cross their arms ruminating a conjoined plan. Kuroo and Kiyoko's secret laboratory offers countless options: poisons of every color and effect imaginable, strange herbs, mushrooms with hallucinating, weakening or lethal properties, sleeping powders...and amidst the dangerous concoctions a flat, squared box that stands out for its normal appearance besides the pretty red lace wrapped around it, as if it were a gift.

"Are we thinking the same thing?" Kuroo smirks. 

Kiyoko adjusts her glasses. "We haven't tested this one yet, but I'm confident in our craft." The succubus snaps her fingers, summoning her loyal devil minions Tanaka and Nishinoya.

"At your service, Kiyoko-sama!" they say as they bend a knee ever happy to assist their master.

"You are to deliver the contents of this box to the Hero's teammates. Do it individually, at night, they mustn't know the others have received it."

Kuroo takes a seat on his lab desk, grabbing a feather that was dipped in a transparent ink pot. Once he starts writing the ink turns black and the feather itself guides his hand through words shaped into a handwriting that isn't his own.

"Leave the forgery to me."

"Do you suppose this will work?"

"It'll be amusing to watch if it doesn't," Kuroo chuckles glancing at his crystal ball.

- - -

A new day in the wilderness has come. It's taken some time for Hinata to get used to sleeping in a tent rather than a bed, but nowadays he drifts to sleep much faster than he did at the beginning of his journey, perhaps due to the constant fights with monsters depleting his stamina. He's usually the last to wake up unless Kenma stays overnight playing games, in which case he has to drag him out instead. Akaashi is early to pack his bag while Atsumu and Kageyama follow shortly after him. That's why today is such a rare occurrence — Hinata is up before anyone else.

"...How calm," he mutters as he occupies himself packing up his belongings, polishing his sword and setting up the fire for breakfast as a gesture of appreciation since he's the one who always wakes up to the scent of baked bread. The wood crackles for a while; so long that he has to put the bread away before it gets burnt into ashes, though he can't blame anyone for oversleeping since that's kind of his thing. "They must be really tired...well, might as well go take a good soak!"

It's not every day that they camp near a riverbank, and the privilege of a bath in solitude is even less common. Being fully honest it isn't just the monster's fault that he's exhausted, but his own teammates' demands. When the night falls his fight isn't over yet — it's time for their mana transfer session, which goes down until Akaashi, Kenma and Atsumu's mana is refilled. That translates to three blowjobs on average, or more depending if he's got the energy to spare. He thanks the gods that he's been blessed with abnormally high stamina and fast recovery, otherwise he'd be an empty husk of a man by now given how he's getting milked relentlessly. Looking between his legs he can spot bite marks and hickeys on his inner thighs from yesterday; a price he'll gladly pay for peak battle performance.

"Sacrifices must be made," he hums as he rigorously washes his whole body with a sweetly scented soap. Stepping out of water he catches a whiff of another fragrance wafting in the air — fresh bread. He rushes towards the campsite to find his friends scarfing down their breakfast. "Good morning guys!" he smiles brightly.

Kageyama wiggles a brow. "The hell are you doing? Cover your junk or you'll catch a cold."

Suddenly Hinata realizes he's ran there butt naked on impulse. He dashes to the riverbank to grab his waist towel and comes back quickly, yet something feels strange. Despite his nudity only Kageyama had bothered to look at him, if only to scold him. The rest keep enjoying their simple meal without regarding him in the slightest.

"Um, I thought you'd wait for me."

"It's late as it is, we can't afford any more delays," Akaashi speaks matter-of-factly.

"Early bird gets the crumbs," Atsumu licks his fox paws in a mocking manner. Oddly enough he hasn't changed into his human form yet.

Kenma doesn't so much as shift his gaze from his PSP. "In the time you took to appear we loaded our bags, checked the map for safe routes, readied our equipment and potions. Same as everyday except the bread was hot already."

"...Oh," Hinata droops his head, "I guess."

It seems his cooperation wasn't necessary nor welcomed as he had expected. Not wanting to be more of an inconvenience he gets in his tent to get dressed, after which they resume their travel.

"Should we make a stop here, Kozume-san?"

"Mhm, we gotta restock on medicinal herbs."

The redhead falls behind as Akaashi and Kenma guide their way, with Atsumu in front scouting for suspicious smells or noises coming from the woods. It's not like he minds their newfound assertiveness, although he doesn't feel as useful if he doesn't take the lead, asides for the fact that any experienced adventurer knows mages shouldn't be on the frontline due to their low HP. Just as he's about to suggest a formation switch a small group of wild kobolds jump at them.

"Be caref-!"

"Protect." Kenma lifts his cat-shaped wand before Hinata can act, creating an invisible cage that wards them from the ambush.

"Fireball!" A powerful flare sends the beasts flying. Akaashi just disposed of most of their enemies in a single spell cast and the few survivors get torn off easily by Atsumu's true fox form. That team attack went so smoothly the Hero didn't get to unsheath his sword, and no arrows were shot by Kageyama at his side either. Noone would call that a fight, it was a one-sided slaughter.

"Wow, that was amaaazing."

"Sniffed 'em from a mile away. Much easier when we don't hafta worry about ya gettin' hurt."

"Please stand back from now on, Hinata," Akaashi orders, pragmatic if not subtle at all.

"Y-yeah, sure..."

Kageyama lets out a scornful giggle. "Sad that you can't play hero anymore, boke?"

"Don't talk like you helped," he grumbles.

"They asked me to guard the rear. Your rear."

"I can fend for myself!"

"Then swing that sword lest you become a burden. Not that you'll get a chance to hit anything with me here," the archer taunts.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that!!"

In the end a barrage of arrows, fire and agile claws prevent Hinata from claiming any kill until the sun goes down and they're forced to set camp. He pouts as he lifts his tent, irked at himself for being dead weight while his friends handled everything. Still, he can make up for it with something only he can provide — his mana. Surely his mage companions and Atsumu —being a creature that relies on mana to shapeshift— must be low on MP after so many fights. It leaves a bad taste to use that as selling point, but today his low morale will take any boost it can get.

"At least the roasted kobold meat is yummy," he thinks in consolation as he chews on it.

Their dinner goes as silently as breakfast did. Hinata fears his friends are angry for his inability to contribute to today's expedition, however a gut feeling tells him that isn't the true reason for their odd behavior. If they were really mad they'd talk it out, not treat him as if he didn't exist; it's as though they were avoiding him on purpose. Only Kageyama glances at him occasionally arching his brows as if he'd noticed something is amiss. As soon as the meat barbecue is done everyone leaves for their tents without uttering a word.

"Good...night?"

And so Hinata is left alone. All that's left to do is wait in his tent for the customary late night visits. He sits on his sleeping mat hoping they show up in spite of everything. Time has never passed slower — the candle he's lit up melts little by little until it's almost expired, so does the second. By the third candle he's too nervous to keep waiting so he peeks outside to confirm they're awake. There are dim lights within the other tents as well.

"Why aren't they coming?" he knits his brows. "...Okay, maybe I should check on them." He tiptoes to Kenma's tent first, whispering a shaky 'hello' to let his presence be known. He can hear the beep-boop of Kenma's device as he plays games, but it still takes a minute to get a reply.

"Come in."

The white mage refuses to give up comfort when it comes to relaxation; he lies atop a pillow bundle he keeps in his magical satchel —a portable black hole— where he stores their items. 

"Are you busy?"

"I was saving the game."

"Erm," Hinata fidgets with his cheeks flushed. "I was worried since you didn't come see me."

"Huh, right, I completely forgot about that."

"You did?!"

"We did pretty good in battle, didn't we? I barely had to cast protection spells or heal anyone."

"Well, that's true."

"Besides, I've missed having some me time. I'm not super keen on socializing so mingling with other guys can be suffocating, especially if they have overwhelming personalities." Kenma stares directly into Hinata's eyes as if he were included; the hint is clearer than a sunny summer sky.

"I'll just see myself out then, sorry."

"Wait."

"Yes?" Hinata's gaze sparkles, only to be offered a healing potion before he gets dismissed.

"Don't interrupt me again during a boss rush."

"..."

That hurt more than any battle wound, but he isn't about to give up yet. The black mage is next.

"Akaashi-saaan," he whispers.

"Something the matter?"

"Can we talk?"

"Certainly, please enter."

Finally a positive answer. Hinata meets his friend with a tome in hand; it's no wonder he's powerful if he extends his studies throughout the night.

"Hey, you were incredible out there," he smiles, praising Akaashi's results as he knows he secretly likes. His expression remains neutral though, unreadable as per usual making it difficult to ascertain if he's actually happy or not.

"Thank you for the kind words, but I doubt flattery is the reason you're visiting me at this hour."

Straight to the point. Hinata swallows, then talks.

"I thought you'd be low on mana since you got rid of almost every enemy we've encountered."

"I see." Akaashi heavily slams his tome shut. "And you believe that for what reason?"

"Uh, I mean, up til now you've always needed-"

"Need is an overstatement. I assume you know that mages have the largest mana pool of all classes, we don't run out quickly as melee fighters and we regenerate it at a faster speed."

"Then why?"

"Convenience," he states calmly and logically. "The Hero's mana enhances our magic. Still, it isn't necessary for upkeep if we can take breaks in between fights. In fact I've decided not to rely so much on your help, after all mana transfers make it harder to control my incubus curse."

Hinata freezes at the info whiplash. "You guys never told me any of this, I thought I was-"

"Useful? Of course, just to a lesser degree."

"..."

"I'd like to continue reading if you don't mind."

The Hero steps outside shocked and despondent in equal parts, wobbling like a zombie towards Atsumu's tent as a last resort to salvage whatever is left of his shattered pride. He stands in front of the tent door almost scared to greet its inhabitant — it turns out that isn't necessary.

"How long are ya gonna stand there?"

"Gyah! You've heard me, 'Tsumu?"

"Yer noisier than an elephant stompin' on every branch. Would've had to be deaf not to."

To Hinata's relief he's still welcome somewhere. He'd expected to see Atsumu lying down, yet he's surprised when he finds him in his adult fox self and curled into the fluffiest ball in the world.

"That's a first."

"Hm?"

"Never seen you sleep in that form. Now that I think about it...you haven't switched today."

The kemonomimi grins, chin rested onto his own tail that acts as a pillow. "Why would I?"

"You're human-shaped most of the time."

"That's 'cause I'm surrounded by 'em. Gotta blend in to earn their trust."

"What about..." Hinata points at himself.

"Ain't as small as I make myself to be when I sneak in yer blanket, pointin' the obvious."

"Wait, then his cute chibi form is a lie?"  

"Turnin' into a human wears me out too, as in, my mana gets sapped s'long I'm shapeshifted. Today's been refreshin' since I didn't have to."

"Damn," Hinata clicks his tongue.

"I think I'll stick to my true form for a while," the fox yawns loudly, "I only put effort in shapeshiftin' so you'd like me better, you can deal without."

"What did you just-" His sentence isn't over, however Atsumu's snores end the conversation. Hinata leaves the tent with a saddened look. Why does it feel like he's being a burden to his friends? At least that's what their actions and words imply even though they'd never been this harsh before. If he isn't useful as a warrior nor as a mana battery, what's the point in traveling together? Will they part ways if they come to the same conclusion? A terrible, ugly sensation brews up within his chest as tiredness puts him to sleep.

- - -

Five days pass. Five whole days of avoidance, of eating alone, of being relegated to the backlines. Hinata can't even strike a conversation without being brushed aside with obvious excuses. He's trying to adapt to a routine that gets more painful the longer it lasts, and only now he realizes how much he misses everyone's deference. Well, almost everyone — Kageyama doesn't act any different from his grumpy old self, but at least they still interact and talk as they normally do.

"Should I leave on my own?" the exiled Hero mumbles in the darkness of his tent, seated while hugging his knees on a corner. In front of him lies the plate he'd emptied earlier, a delicious fish assortment Kageyama had caught for the team. The archer seems to be going about his life as if nothing happened, or maybe he just doesn't notice since he has the social awareness of an amoeba. "...I could ask his opinion! He's the only person who hasn't been ignoring me lately."

It's a cloudy evening outside fitting the gloom mood. Hinata wanders around the campsite searching for his companion without avail.

"Right, he likes to practice before sleep, he should be a bit further in the forest." And as he'd predicted he finds him in a clear patch, aiming his bow at a target he must have carved with something sharp on a tree. He's so focused on the shot that Hinata stays quiet not to break his concentration, merely observing him. "He looks good without his green cloak," he muses, eyeing how his arms tense up. They're actually strong from bow training, something that can't be appreciated unless he wears short sleeves as he does in his leisure time — he doesn't remove his archery gloves until bedtime, however. Quoting his own words, 'I've gotta be ready for anything.' 

Hinata stares at Kageyama's body longer than he'd meant to, shaking his head as to break in from whatever strange ideas were getting in his head while blaming the affection deprivation for them. Then he accidentally steps on a branch and Kageyama's bow instantly changes direction.

"Who goes there?"

"Gwah! I-it's me, don't shoot!"

"Boke...were you stalking me?"

"I was looking for you to talk."

"Talk. With me." He wiggles a brow skeptically.

"If you don't want to, then..."

Kageyama lowers his weapon, sits on a long tree trunk felled by age and starts fiddling with his bow strings seemingly for some maintenence.

"Have you got noone else?"

The redhead stands opposite to him, taking that as a 'yes'.

"I don't, the others avoid me like the plague."

"Hm. Yeah, they're acting oddly. Usually they'd be all over you."

Hinata flinches after rethinking his choice of words. "So I'm not crazy, you've noticed too!" 

"They probably need some space, I wouldn't worry about it."

"But what if things stay like this? I'm a nuisance to them, they'll probably leave sooner or later."

"Moron."

"Wha-"

"There's nobody else in this world who can defeat the Demon King, don't sell yourself short."

"Are you trying to cheer me up or making fun of my height?"

"I'm stating a fact," he denies with an icy glare. "And even if they left, I wouldn't."

Ba-dump. The Hero's heart jumps for a moment.

"I have a score to settle. Also, you wouldn't get too far on your own, less near the Demon King."

Suddenly Hinata's eyes start welling in tears.

"Shit, don't tell me you're hurt," Kageyama's gaze darts everywhere searching for the cause, and that's when he makes out red on Hinata's palm. He grasps him by the wrist pulling him to stand closer yet to discern the wound severity. "A recent cut huh, why didn't you tell any of us?"

"Didn't wanna-" he hiccups, "bother Kenma."

"Tch."

Some rustling later Kageyama takes a pouch from his pocket along a small sized vial. Hinata watches curiously as he slips off his gloves, pours the vial liquid on his fingers and takes a pinch of green herbs from the pouch, mixing all. Afterwards he presses them against Hinata's palm, rubbing the resulting salve at the wound.

"Ow!"

"Stop squirming, it's a natural antiseptic."

The first thing that stands out is the softness of Kageyama's fingers, although it makes sense since he's extremely meticulous about his daily hand care routine: nail trimming, filing, and a coat of scented cream that would suit a delicate lady rather than an expert hunter. He's applying the treatment so very gently, with such fixation that Hinata can't help wondering how would these fingers feel if he used them for other purposes.

"Better?"

"'Tis but a scratch," he pouts.

"You were bawling just now."

"Not because of this."

Kageyama produces a bandage from a different pocket to cover the wound.

"I felt lonely," Hinata sniffles. His makeshift doctor stares him in the eyes, snorting a laugh.

"Is that so. If you're desperate you could probably get another kiss from Oikawa-san."

That came out of nowhere for several reasons: one, that happened a while ago. Two, he addressed the Demon King by his real name. Lastly but nonetheless important, Kageyama doesn't come off as the type to hold grudges.

"Geez, I didn't even know it was him! He used a spell to trick me, remember?"

"Oikawa-san only takes away from others. Even though he's already stronger and smarter than most he'd never share any of his knowledge unless it benefitted him. In fact he'd sabotage anyone he thought was trying to get on par with him skill-wise...or because they might pose a threat to his ego. He's a selfish bastard."

It's as if the dam to Kageyama's inner thoughts had broken and everything was rushing out. Hinata is thrown aback by the revelation that there's more in his mind than training — he's worried about Oikawa, his childhood hunting partner. It's just hit that they know each other personally so the archer speaks from experience.

Soon the bandage is neatly wrapped around the wound, but Kageyama doesn't let go.

"I won't allow Oikawa-san to steal anything else from me. That's in the past."

"Okay," the redhead gulps. There's tension in the air, yet he can't explain why. His heart beats faster as Kageyama swipes his thumb across his fingertips without breaking eye contact.

"So you were feeling lonely. I guess you miss those late-night visits from the others."

Hinata's face turns cherry red.

"You knew about that?!"

"I heard them."

There's no coming back from this embarrassment. Why not double down on it?

"Maybe I'm kinda...y-you know, pent up. We're guys, you get what I mean, r-right?"

There's an extremely awkward silence until Kageyama lets out a thoughtful hum, after which he tugs at Hinata's pants by the waist.

"GYAH!! W-w-what're you doing?!"

"Help."

"Just like that?!" Hinata grips his belt, uncertain. Meanwhile the archer tilts his head questioningly.

"Isn't this what you do with the others?"

"N-no, they need mana for-"

"Please. You can't be so dumb to think they'd suck you off every night for that reason."

Hinata's brain suffers a short-circuit.

"Or is that what you say to yourself?" Kageyama smirks derisively. "We can play pretend if you feel like you have to justify your actions, but let me make it clear — I'm doing this 'cause I want to."

Now the short-circuit has become a full meltdown. He didn't expect the brutal truth spat out of Kageyama's mouth out of all people. He's used the mana transfer card to normalize the situation for so long he'd almost started to believe it until Kageyama offered to do the same. Except he isn't twisting what's really happening.

"You really wanna..."

"Did I stutter?"

Apparently Kageyama's straightforwardness knows no bounds. The redhead is starting to miss the bad excuses for a sexual arrangement; on the other side he doesn't have to fake it's for someone else's benefit besides his own.

"I, er, I'd like to," Hinata yields. "Let me take this off," he says as he clumsily unbuckles his belt out of nervousness while Kageyama stays put. His hands are visibly shaky pushing his pants down, and his partner's attentiveness doesn't make it any easier to bare his lower parts. It's not like they haven't seen each other naked whenever they all go take a bath in the rivers; still, Kageyama's gaze sparks with a glint of expectation that's exerting a lot of pressure. And finally Hinata's pants drop onto the ground.

"It's half hard."

"Spare me the unnecessary commentary," Hinata grumbles nearly deceased from shame.

"I wasn't going to continue if you weren't interested."

"I've got my thing out, isn't that a good clue?"

"Just making sure we're on the same page."

The moment Kageyama's fingers wrap Hinata's cock his body tenses up and his eyes screw shut. His hand is as warm and soft as he'd expected, and his motions are smooth and precise. He's either done this before or he's a genius trainee, Hinata can't tell which option bugs him the most.

"It's fine. Breathe slowly. Don't lose focus. Endure all you can," the Hero repeats like a mantra.

"Hey." Kageyama's hand quits moving and Hinata forces himself to look down at him. "Remember we're doing this to let off steam. Try to relax."

That's how Hinata realizes they were not on the same page at all. Subconsciously he was still treating this process as a regular mana transfer, keeping focused and gathering his mana into the release point as he'd been instructed in the past. Although on this occasion it isn't an obligation nor a favor, but for pleasure's sake, meaning he can fully enjoy it without remorse. His body eases off instantly once he's understood that.

Everything turns more intense from then onwards. The gentle slide of Kageyama's fist after he added some spit; his thumb nudging at the slit and down across the frenulum where he applies just the right amount of pressure; the finger circle he does around the head for a combination of tight squeezes and short strokes — it was easier for Hinata to hold back when it didn't feel so personal, yet here he is, trembling and moaning like he's never done with his other teammates. Then again it's been five days without their touch.

"I thought...noone ever visited your forest cabin," he spouts trying to make sense of Kageyama's insane handjob abilities.

"Not often," he speaks as his hand goes up and down Hinata's shaft, his mouth so close that his breath blows against it with each word. "We're just like the animals we hunt. We eat, sleep, and-" his tongue laps salaciously across the tip, "fuck."

The low tone Kageyama used sends a hot shockwave straight to Hinata's erection. Or maybe it's his tongue working its magic with every soft lick. Either way he's now completely hard and his shyness has been overwritten by an excitement he can't deny — his throbbing is too evident even if he tried. He unabashedly stares out of sheer disbelief as Kageyama's beautiful eyelashes fall like clouds over a blue sky. His tongue lolls erotically, and next thing he can feel is the warmth and wetness cradling half his cock. The other half hasn't quit getting stroked.

"A-ah..." His hand flies onto Kageyama's head. Not to stop him. Not to force his pace. He simply needs something to hold that confirms this isn't a dream. In any case the silkiness of his hair feels unreal and for a reason he can't explain he starts combing it with his fingers, further risking receiving a mean glare by brushing his fringe backwards. The archer looks up, but there's no anger in his gaze, it's something more primal. Something that's probably reflected in Hinata's eyes as well judging by Kageyama's curled up lips as he keeps on sucking him leisurely. Suddenly Kageyama's hands seize behind his thighs, right under his ass cheeks to urge him closer. Hinata's hips thrust automatically instead of stepping forward and the groan coming from below says his partner isn't quite against it. In fact his hands claw onto Hinata's buttocks as to guide him to move in time with his head bobs.

"Kageyama-kun."

Calling him in a whimper makes him twitch. Kageyama lets his cock slip out of his mouth, licking his lips while breathing rather heavily. 

"Having second thoughts?"

Hinata shakes his head, then drops his hand to caress Kageyama's cheek with tenderness.

"It's no fair if only I'm having fun," he says as his gaze points down. Just like he couldn't hide his excitement, Kageyama was also unable to. The bulge sticking within his pants is a clear flag.

"What do you propose?"

A tug by the collar puts Kageyama on his feet. Their height difference is much more noticeable when they stand eye to eye —or eye to chin— but that plays in Hinata's favor since he's got it easier to fiddle with Kageyama's trousers from his angle. He shrugs them rapidly around his thighs to reveal Kageyama's hard-on, not missing the damp patch on his underwear as he lowers them next to see the shimmery mushroomtip. He holds his length in his hand giving it a sluggish massage that makes Kageyama sigh aloud. Seeing how his brows knit and his mouth goes agape when he flicks his wrist from head to base is such an adrenaline rush, knowing they're both equally aroused. He can see it in Kageyama's lidded gaze, feel it in the way his body radiates heat, taste it when he kisses his Adam's apple.

"Dumbass... If only you'd done this sooner."

His lips are still aflush the archer's throat as he speaks. The vibration of his growling voice, his accelerated pulse — why didn't he try earlier, indeed? Up until this moment Kageyama had seemed unapproachable, opposite to the rest of his teammates. If he was receptive to this stuff he definitely didn't show it. Why now? Why today, when noone else would? These doubts are thrown out of the window once Kageyama grabs him by the nape to clasp their lips together into a debauched kiss. Their tongues twist and tangle so desperately it's as though they'd been waiting for years to quench a thirst they didn't know it existed until their lips connected. Their bodies touch and so do their groins giving the Hero a bright idea. He has to stand on his toes a bit to be level with Kageyama; he manages to clutch their cocks together for a double handjob — or so is his intention, but his fist isn't big enough to fit them so he ends up utilizing both hands, pumping them in a sloppy, hurried manner.

"Fuck, Hinata..."

Fortunately Kageyama likes the plan. His kisses turn messier, almost bruising with enthusiasm as their lips crash over and over almost leaving no room to breathe before he lounges again. Hinata is getting lightheaded, his legs are quivering and it has become difficult to tiptoe in place. How did it come to this? He can't think coherently anymore listening to Kageyama's groans, which he reciprocates with louder ones of his own. Soon enough his palms are smeared in a slippery and sticky coat he can recognize as precum; a quick glimpse shows it's coming out from both as their swollen members pulse nearly in sync.

"Let me do it."

Hinata can't even question what that means when his hands are suddenly replaced by Kageyama's. The blue-haired hunter clenches his fist tight, rams his hips upward and the brusque friction at the underside tips them over the edge. Everything is fuzzy for a few seconds. After the euphoria subsides he absentmindedly sees white still oozing from their cocks, however most is dribbling from Kageyama's long fingers. The sight of Kageyama's flushed cheeks and his hand covered in cum will be forever etched in his memory just in case this doesn't happen again.

"Why," Hinata speaks with bated breath.

"What?"

"This...you're acting weird."

"Look who's talking," Kageyama sulks, wiping his dirty hand carelessly on his pants. "I was waiting all along. Took you long enough to send a sign."

"A sign?"

"You know, the letter and the gift."

The redhead blinks confusedly. "I don't know what you're talking about." Kageyama pulls out a small note from his pocket as means of proof — its message is undoubtedly Hinata's handwriting.

"Accept this chocolate as a token of gratitude and an expression of my feelings -love, Shouyou."

"I wouldn't write something that corny!!"

"It did strike me as odd," Kageyama chuckles. "When I woke up I found that near my pillow. Couldn't eat what was in the box because I rolled over it while I was sleeping. It had melted."

"When did you receive this?"

"Five or six days ago."

Everything clicks together; their strange behavior, the inexplicable disinterest and Kageyama's actions in contrast. There can only be one culprit.

"Let's go back to camp, hurry!!"

- - -

"Yer sayin' it was an enemy trap?" Atsumu asks, having transformed back in his human form. Everyone else is gathered around the bonfire after drinking a panacea from Kenma's potion collection that should cure any status effect.

"It's entirely possible," Akaashi gnaws on his lip. "We all ate the chocolate thinking it was Hinata's, didn't we? My head has felt numb since..."

"Yeah, it's like I'd forgotten somethin' reeeal important but couldn't put my paw on it!"

While they discuss their circumstances Kenma runs some tests on the chocolate remainders. He pours a liquid on them and his eyes go wide at what happens when mixing the chemicals.

"Woah, what's with these fumes?" Hinata gasps.

"They're spiked with some type of mind-altering narcotic. Only a demon could brew this."

"...And Kageyama's chocolate is super black."

"That's plain poison. Deadly, going by the color."

They all fall eerily silent. Now that they've uncovered the truth somebody has to address the big elephant in the room — their words to Hinata. They had basically admitted they don't need his mana transfers, or at least not as often as they'd been requesting them. Not only that, for Akaashi they're more of a bane than a boon. It's him who takes the first step for reconciliation.

"I'm deeply sorry Hinata, I didn't mean to make you feel like a burden," he bows distressedly.

"You're, uh, one of my best friends," Kenma stutters, "so forget what I said earlier. You have my permission to come to my tent anytime. We can play games together or whatever you want."

Atsumu makes a pervy gesture pumping his fist toward his mouth while poking his cheek with his tongue, whispering 'later.' Akaashi grabs him by the head compelling him to bow down as well.

"...Please Hinata, continue supporting us with your mana. We'll fight with you until the end."

"Dunno, you guys really hurt my feelings," Hinata turns his back on them, peeking from the corner of his eye. Upon seeing their desolate, pleading looks, he lets out a giggle. "Juuuust kidding!"

The tension dissipates as they heave a sigh, except there's a puzzle piece Hinata can't fit yet. If Kageyama wasn't under the chocolate effects, what exactly urged him to speak out about the Demon King? What did he mean by getting things stolen from him in the past? As if looking for answers he glances at the archer who instantly avoids his gaze — a faint blush on his face reminds him of what they've done, though neither is sufficiently bold to mention it for the rest of the night. One thing is certain, there's more to Kageyama and Oikawa's rivalry than they let on. 

"Some things are better left in the dark," Hinata muses to himself before falling into a slumber.

- - -

An ominous presence had observed these events with utmost interest from his crystal ball.

"You like him, don't you, Tobio-chan?"

The Demon King's crimson eyes shine in the obscurity of his chamber. They exude malice, madness and as much as he loathes it, jealousy.

"Hiding your feelings won't work...I'll take him too. I'll take everything you want for myself, teheh!"

Chapter Text

Every hundred years a special event takes place: a demon gathering hosted deep in the underworld as per centuries of tradition. Nobody knows how it had started, its exact location or who attends them besides those few holding an invitation — the leaders of demon clans from the Haikyuu world. These select individuals receive a mysterious letter with instructions and a warning: "May death befall the foolish who forsake this demonic decree, their souls fed to hell's flames."

Apparently those who have committed such crime paid with their lives. There are rumors that one of the former Demon Kings did it out of disdain for antiquated pleasantries, likely on a whim, to never be found again the very next day it happened.

"Which cape fits me best, red or purple?" Oikawa hums.

The current Demon King may be a tyrant, but not a fool. So there he is, in front of the full body mirror in his chamber trying out different clothes. His right hand man, Tetsurou Kuroo, lets out an exasperated sigh from the nearby balcony.

"I'm a red mage, not a fashionista."

"Gosh, won't you make yourself useful for once? You can't bring me the Hero's head, at least give me your opinion. ...What about gold, too daring?"

"Wearing anything too gaudy would probably give the wrong impression," Kuroo snickers.

"What do you mean?"

"Like you're overcompensating for something. Top ranked demons show up in their regular clothes because they're confident."

"But I'm prettier than them," Oikawa sulks.

Another sigh.

"I almost forgot how extra royalty can be."

The brunette looks himself in the mirror a while longer, then turns towards his advisor again.

"You're absolutely right Kuroo-chan, I'm stunning no matter what!" he laughs. "This is why I summoned my smartest asset, bahaha!!"

"Call other grunts for praise, asshat."

In the end Oikawa's attire is the same as usual as he steps onto a hand-drawn sygil along Kuroo. The letter had instructions on how to draw it since it's never the same destination. Soon enough they find themselves transported to an underground suburb that serves as a hidden amusement spot swarmed by all kinds of demons prancing and drinking without restraints. They must be far from home judging by the local's garments, and the paper lanterns lighting the single street lead to a large castle with a peculiar style from a past age known as Edo.

"Man, I really don't wanna be here," Kuroo whines.

Another clause of the demon gathering is that each clan leader is allowed to bring an aide of their choosing. It isn't mandatory, but most of them do for safety reasons even though aggression among attendees is strictly forbidden. That rule has never been broken out of fear of what would happen were anyone to test it.

"I agree, that thing looks old-fashioned."

Just then a third voice joins from the back.

"I find it rather charming."

Oikawa's face twists into a grimace when he hears it, turning around to see a man with dark olive-like irises and hair, with red horns in contrast. The latter is a rare trait said to indicate great mana, just like big horns do. He has both.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima," the Demon King growls his name. "Of course you'd like that sort of rickety place taking a look at these rags you're wearing."

The crimson silk of Ushijima's haori isn't the expensive type, neither the grey hakama pants beneath. And his geta sandals are simplistic at best. He could be called Oikawa's fashion antithesis because he'd rather be comfortable than fancy. One wears the latest trends while the other sticks to traditional garbs that could belong to an elderly man living in a mountain shack. Only a strange mask hanging from his sash stands out due to its angry oni face design. Ushijima shrugs his shoulders as he rests his signature weapon —a heavy spiked mace— on his left side.

"Ornaments are useless when it comes to battle."

"Maybe for brutes like you."

"Yet you couldn't hurt me last time we sparred."

"What about now, huh?" he raises his hand to cast a spell, but someone else blocks his aim.

"A wild Demon King appeared!" the horned man with slicked up red hair and clothes similar to Ushijima's points fearlessly at Oikawa.

"Tendou, this isn't time for your games."

It's as if Ushijima weren't addressing him. The redhair has an unsettling yet cheerful expression while he circles around Oikawa and Kuroo, looking them up and down until he finally stops.

"Oooh, their power levels are over nine thousand!"

"Who's this creep?" Oikawa frowns.

"Forgive my friend's behavior, he gets agitated when he finds worthy opponents."

"Opponent? This guy? Don't make me laugh."

Slowly Kuroo leans over to whisper.

"He's Satori Tendou, the Guess Monster."

"Ehh?"

"His specialty is reading his enemies' moves. I've heard his instincts are so developed they border on prescience. Hard to catch him off guard."

"Aww, stop that, you'll make me blush~"

"Tendou," Ushijima repeats more harshly.

"Nyehehe, my baaad! Ya see Wakatoshi-kun, these two recognized my secret ability."

"Hardly a secret if the enemy is aware," Ushijima speaks flatly, "and it is unreliable, my friend."

"Bummer..." he slumps.

To anyone else Tendou might act like a court jester, but the fact that he's Ushijima's chosen means he's more dangerous than he lets on. He did stand up to Oikawa's death threat, after all.

Just before the air gets heavier a small imp messenger pops out from the shadows.

"Your highness Demon King. Lord Ushijima from Shiratorizawa clan. Please follow me to the castle gates, the other leaders await your arrival."

Once they reach their goal another distinguished demon greets them at the entrance.

"Look who it is," the green-haired man with a narrowed gaze smirks at Kuroo. His yukata is plain white and his only companion is a snake with silver scales wrapped around his body. The reptile hisses at Kuroo while its owner grins.

"Ugh. My day just got much worse."

"I thought you'd be glad to meet an old friend."

Oikawa glances at his aide questioningly.

"This bastard is Suguru Daishou, Nohebi's clan leader. If you can count that for anything."

"Now now, don't be jealous that I climbed to the top ranks unlike you."

"You mean slithered. How many people did you extort and threaten to reach that station?"

"Not enough seeing you still live," Daishou giggles flippantly. Him and Kuroo glare at each other as they fall behind the rest of the group for a chat.

"How's that human girlfriend of yours? Has she found out you're a fork-tongued demon yet?"

"Mika-chan is as adorable as ever, thank you," Daishou snarls. "What about the white mage? Is he safe under your wings? Sucks you had to become the Demon King's puppet so he doesn't harm him. You used to be a force to be reckoned for your wits and now you're a lowly lackey."

"Careful, lest this lackey cuts off your best asset."

"Scaaaary... Still! Don't forget you're talking to the main information peddler on this land. You might have struck a deal with the big boss, but that won't protect your buddy from third parties."

"Walk down that path and I'll show you how cunning I can be. Don't you forget who holds the Demon King's network in the palm of his hand."

If the saying 'information is power' were to be believed, these two would undoubtedly be the mightiest demons in existence. Unfortunately both share the same weakness — a human. As such, despite their crude word exchanges they wouldn't dare risk the lives of their dear ones.

"...By the way, did you hear that funny rumor about Ushijima's underwear?" Kuroo murmurs.

"I'm all ears."

Or perhaps they're avid gossips. No more, no less.

"I'm sorry, only the leaders can access the council room," the imp explains, "everyone else, feel free to relax in the great hall meanwhile."

There's naught but a simple kotatsu in the middle of it and one of the seats is already occupied by a brunette with white wings and clothes befitting a tengu demon. His expression is quite amiable as he bows his head before he presents himself.

"I'm Sachirou Hirugami, pleased to meet you."

Kuroo and Tendou bow down respectfully in return, then sit on opposite sides of the kotatsu.

"'Sup dude, you a guardian too?" Tendou asks.

"Yes, I belong to Kamomedai."

Kuroo juggles his memory for a second. "You're the airborne clan that rules over the mountains."

"Shrewd as you'd expect from the Demon King's advisor. Correct, high ground is our territory."

"And your lord?"

"Ah, he's been waiting in the council room like an impatient fledgling. He said early bird gets the worm, though I think he meant free snacks."

"Nobody mentioned any snacks!!"

Tendou perks up instantly, however Hirugami and Kuroo rein him back down grabbing at his haori. The red mage shakes his head as a warning.

"Believe me, no amount of gold is worth going in there right now. I'm sure you can sense it."

Any creature with natural survival instincts would be able to perceive the incredibly ominous aura that emanates from the adjacent room — the gathering of the upper ranked demons has begun.

- - -

"Booooooring," the Demon King yawns. "There are no clowns, no music, and this little winged guy has eaten all the food before we arrived!"

"We're in a war council, not a party," the alluded groans. His short hair is pale, his gaze gold, and as Oikawa pointed out he's slightly smaller in height and body than the other demons present.

"Says the one who ransacked the snack tray!"

"It's your fault for taking so long."

"I have a dorayaki if you'd like," Ushijima offers, producing a flattened pastry from his haori.

"...How revolting."

The fourth demon leader speaks. His features aren't visible underneath a thick black cloak, although he did sound like he retched a bit.

"I'd hoped you of all people would keep better hygienic standards, Ushijima-san. Have you considered how many germs that dorayaki carries after keeping it close to your body?"

"I have bathed thoroughly, perfumed, and even shaved myself in preparation for this meeting."

"You might have confused it for a romantic rendezvous," Oikawa snorts a laugh.

"Can we get back to business, gentlemen?" Daishou taps his index furiously on the table. "Namely the Hero's team looming on us and all."

"Like I said, it's no big deal," Oikawa pouts.

"According to the tradition it's the Demon King's responsibility to get rid of him. Why didn't you?"

"He's a small fry, literally. It's waaay more fun to make him suffer before ending his existence."

"Don't underestimate foes by their size," Hoshiumi retorts as if he'd taken his words personally, "in time they can grow vicious."

"Are you implying he could get on my level?"

"I'm saying overconfidence can be lethal. Many Demon King reincarnations were felled because they didn't nip the problem in the root."

"Maybe he's unfit to rule since he can't handle such rabble," Daishou smirks deviously.

"How dare a bottom-dweller like you use that tone on a superior?" Oikawa squints, "Do you wish for death? If so I'd be happy to grant it."

Ushijima's mace bangs loudly on the floor. He breaks the silence imposed after things cool off.

"We demand an explanation. The Demon King shouldn't display hesitation against an enemy."

Oikawa is starting to feel the pressure from all sides, though he manages to keep his poise as he flips his hair aside and clears his throat.

"He's interesting."

The other clan leaders are wide-eyed at his answer. Even Ushijima arches his brows.

"I've faced the Hero and he's...different. My memories from past reincarnations tell me that much. It'd be a waste to kill him while he's immature, you'd agree if you'd met him too."

"Then you want to keep him alive for entertainment?" 

"Just a teensy bit longer?" Oikawa winks, sticking out his tongue in an attempt to look innocent.

That's the last straw for Ushijima, whom stands up slamming his palm violently on the table.

"You have gone mad, Oikawa. I will hunt that boy, clearly your judgment is impaired by boredom."

"W-wait, I won't allow-"

"Who else agrees with me?"

Kamomedai's and Nohebi's leaders lift their hands. The cloaked man nods wordlessly.

"We shall discuss who's worthy of the Demon King title once the threat's been eradicated."

With that Ushijima exits the room.

"Hehe, I better keep track if things pan out," Daishou mumbles to himself following suit. The shorter winged demon passes by next sending Oikawa a glance of pity and disappointment.

"The demon realm relies on its leader's strength. Don't falter or you'll become prey, Demon King."

"Gross, disgusting, nasty...associating with filthy humans, how far from hell we've fallen..." The mysterious leader vanishes without a trace.

A heavy silence lingers in the room until a pair of footsteps near Oikawa disturb it.

"Are you okay?" 

"They totally bullied me, Kuroo-chaaaan~!!" Oikawa snaps, yanking at his underling's robe sleeve like a child throwing a tantrum. "'Cuz I have a new shiny toy, and they want to take it away. He's mine; mine as in, I found him first!"

Kuroo rolls his eyes, grinning as he pats his supposed boss on the head until he calms down.

"Now that Shiratorizawa is involved Hinata's got no chance. Ushijima will definitely crush him."

"You suck at cheering people up."

"But you're stronger than Ushijima, aren't you?"

"Obviously."

"Then you should keep your toy safe."

The Demon King blinks as if coming to a realization. "Right...he's mine to break, noone else's. I haven't heard him beg for mercy yet, or watched him cry from pain. I bet he's never been tortured before. I can't let that barbarian mess him up without my permission, he's got no tact!" He stands filled with determination for the wrong cause yet a decent end unbeknownst to him.

"Wow, that's the first time you've acted protecti-" Kuroo coughs, then corrects his words. "So malicious towards another human, you must truly hate the Hero to be that fixated on hurting him."

"Yup, I'm surprised as well! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I save his ass, haha."

"I don't know who's dumber, him or Ushijima. ...Watch out shrimpy, you'll find out whether you want or not."