Hey there, The name’s Hinata, Shoyo Hinata - I’m fourteen years old as well as a student in Karasuno high, my town’s high school. But here’s the thing: I’m not in class right now... okay, perhaps I should be more open and honest here. Technically I am IN a classroom currently - but the teacher’s not here so there’s not much of a class being had. What’s that? Sounds pretty good in your ears? The funny thing is that I could have found myself agreeing with that take. After all: What kind of jackass likes to hear an old man talk about ancient history or math? Well, Tsukishima, perhaps? Shit, I’m losing the thread of what I was going for. Point is that we aren’t in class now without that making me happy. Why, you extremely tall and beautiful future star in volleyball?, I hear you ask. Because when there are no teachers around, there is no one stopping Kuroo Tetsurou from doing what the guy loves to do most: Lifting me by my tighty whities. Can you guess what all this is leading up to now? Exactly.
That is what’s happening now. I’m one foot off the floor, kicking around and howling while my whole body is bounced up and down like some sort of fucking yo-yo by one of the school’s scariest bullies and also the most terrifying cutie I know. Kuroo’s a senior from Nekoma, a nearby town, and it seems that since the first moment he laid eyes on me, he wanted nothing else but to wedgie me until my undies ripped. He's known for his naturally messy, upward-spiking black hair, often referred to as "bedhead," and his cat-like hazel (sometimes almost grey) eyes that give the dude a sly appearance. He's often seen wearing a black shirt, red sweatpants, and his Nekoma High jacket – though his name should be “asshole”, his jersey number is “1”. Between you and me, I think he’s crazy, with that scary grin he tends to make when my underwear is yanked out of my black shorts, but Kuroo’s also dangerously smart – “Street smart”, as my sister would put it. The guy knows exactly how far he can go when. Not once has Kuroo been caught yanking my underwear.
“Bounce, Baby-boy, bounce!”
His deep, dare I even say sexy, voice echoes off the classroom’s white walls. My eyes are tearing up. Staring at the class-fish in his tank, I almost wish to jump onto its blue soil and the thin, trembling dark-green plants that swing here and there. At least that fucking goldfish has a castle to hide in! Kuroo laughs while sinking my underwear deeper between my buttocks. It is painful, big deal, but also incredibly humiliating! Everyone in class is watching. Tanaka is laughing, Ennoshita is trying to contain his laughter, Kei Tsukishima has his usual stone face...only Tooru Oikawa isn´t enjoying the “spectacle”, mostly because he’s engaged in a sometimes friendly, sometimes not so much rivalry with Kuroo and would love to see him in my place. With him being the one to dish out the wedgie. Well, I guess that’s something we share. It’s the little things. My salvation comes when the classroom’s brown door begins to open. Then, from one second to the next, Kuroo releases my underwear. I crash-land on my butt and wince. when I glare at him, Daddy Asshole is already sitting on his chair behind the rectangular desk, putting on his best innocent face while I push my tighty whities back into my shorts. I press my lips against each other to hide a whimper. A blush has taken over my fucking face. I blink against tears of pain and embarrassment, heat around my ears. All I’ve got left is to pretend like I don’t notice – or care about – what the others are murmuring and doing. My undies are so stretched I have to push hard, which makes Kuroo and others chuckle. I glare at them once more and go to my seat, which is, lucky me, the one right in front of fucking Kuroo. Hey, things will improve someday, won’t they?
“Morning class, sorry for the delay,” says a guy with dyed blond hair and brown eyes, somebody wearing a red jacket, its collar zipped open and stripes of yellow-black going across his shoulders.
Keishin Ukai. Nobody is surprised by the delay. He’s a good teacher, but also somebody who could use a little more emotion and motivation. Heck, I can count those times which he has come early using the fingers of one hand. There is fire in between my ass cheeks, the crack is stinging. Crossing both arms on my own desk, I lower my head and press the own forehead against them, trying to forget what happened and what the hot topic online’s going to be.
The class starts and we all start to take notes. Having almost failed three exams in a row, I’m not about to take any chances. Last thing I want now is to get detention again or be grounded – both aren’t exactly useful when you’re trying to have a private life AND practice volleyball. The noises start to vanish, slowly, bit for bit, until you hear only pencils writing on paper and erasers doing their magic. If only I’d be able to fucking concentrate. Instead, I quickly stop listening and instead think of what plans I could have for the evening. Oikawa has invited everyone to a wild party in his house and I would love to go – I haven’t exactly been invited, but we have a certain past and it’s not like I’ve been told to stay away, either. And would my parents even allow me to go? Not that they hate parties, but they’re smart enough to know that there’d be alcohol...
Then I feel a tug on the back of my Shorts, followed by another, this time of my Underpants! I cringe and glance back. Why even act surprised? The culprit’s Kuroo, taking notes with one hand while he tugs my underwear towards himself with the other. Each bending of his arm shows those beautiful, almost sweaty and glancing muscles, the dude’s knuckles white. This wedgie isn´t as painful as being bounced, so I’ll take that, but it is still annoying and soon enough I’m trying to push my underwear back into my shorts - while Kuroo, of all fucking people, keeps pulling them out. My stomach tightens. The light falling through the classroom’s square windows feels like lava right on my damn skin. And my throat has turned into a straw. I gulp and chuck a glance across my shoulder.
“Stop it!” I whisper.
“Nope! It is your own fault, baby-boy! Shouldn’t leave them sticking out,” he winks and smirks, giving a strong pull that makes me jump a little on my wooden seat. I lower my head and look around, heart beating and roaring against my chest. I breath a sigh of relief. Nobody has noticed this assault. Yet.
“Kuro...,” I growl, almost a whisper - but this monster of a human just laughs and keeps pulling.
And so it comes about, a river racing against the dam, splashing and raging in its rainstorm. A silent tug-of-war of my tighty whities starts.
I clench my teeth, grunting in both pain and annoyance as Kuroo pulls again and again my white underwear into my ass. My cheeks wobble. Have no choice but to press both feet against the ground, hoping to find some weird ass balance in doing so. I’m trying to pull the fabric back, but who am I even kidding here? It’s obvious that he’s way stronger than me. Soon, there’s a bridge of white fabric between my shorts and Kuroo’s hands, a bridge that’s growing with every tug. Not whimpering or sobbing isn’t as easy anymore as it should be. Our classmates have begun to notice, too, and I can hear soft giggles and whispered conversations all around me, while others take photos or videos of the contest – you know: a contest which is obviously going in my enemy’s favor. Whales could fit through my damn leg holes now. My private parts are being mushed against me, making me chew the own lip. Ukai is facing the dark-green blackboard, writing with a white piece of chalk, an opened textbook on his other palm. No clue what the fuck he’s murmuring – and I’m honestly conflicted on whether him noticing my predicament would be better or worse.
The battlefield is where shit tends to hit the fan. Many people would have surrendered - or tried to tug their underwear back until the bitter end - but I’m neither of those options. Even I can plan, if I must. Knowing that this is going to be rough, I steal myself another breath. I use both hands and try forcing my tighties back, doubling strength and effort. This is pushing a whale up a snow-covered mountain. My experiences with Kuroo haven’t been pleasant but, holy fuck, were they reliable. The pattern clicks into place. He answers in kind and I have to bite my tongue so I don´t scream in pain when the legholes of my underwear suddenly stick out of my shorts. Senior Devil is giving me a proper wedgie now; I can see Kuroo also bending his back backwards to get more leverage. Sweat glistens on my forehead. My face is a strawberry and lips pressed together in a shaky, pained smile. But even so: I smirk to myself. He’s fallen into my trap.
“Sucker!”
I release my hold of my underwear and groan when the pressure in my crack increases – big time. The amount of pressure that is swinging against me almost smashes me onto my back! But it is all worth it, because Kuroo loses his footing and, after a gasp of surprise and accidentally releasing the waistband of my undies, HE falls onto the floor with a scream! His chair crashes with a thud. The pencils stop. Glances are exchanged, some blink, murmur or even giggle with each other. Ukai sighs and turns around, frowning his unwillingness.
“And what’s going on now, ladies?”, he says while Kuroo blinks, shakes his head and slowly gets back to his feet.
He's pale. Looks as if he’d just seen a fucking shark appear right in front of himself. I, so far as that’s concerned, try to act thoughtful, focused on anything just not on him.
“Nothing, nothing, I, uh, just fell,” Kuroo replies, blushing.
We share a short-lived glance - he sends me a quick glare and then bows the own head at our teacher.
“It won´t happen again, I promise!”
The hour’s life veins bit for bit - the rest of the lesson is strangely uneventful. My underwear is still stretched out of my shorts, pressing against my anus and leaving a mark on my skin. Oh, I’ll feel that one in the morning - but all in all I am feeling pretty great. It is not every day that I win against the scary black-hair from hell! But experience is only worth something if you learn from it - I know that he’ll want his revenge, so the moment the bell rings, I jump from my seat and get out of the class before hiding behind a corner. Through the open window I hear a whistle and the swim-team-captain’s orders and instructions, water splashing. Rows of red lockers press against the corridor’s blue walls. Thanks to the everlasting cleaning staff everything smells like a weird ass mixture of pineapple, vanilla and strawberries. Bah! I watch as Kuroo stomps out of the room, glaring around. He narrows his eyes, the white sneakers pressed against the green tile-floor. Even now his face is still red. He’s huffing and puffing, one hand a shaking fist. Just looking at that sends a shiver down my spine. Both hands on my mouth, I hide a gulp. Kuroo’s looking for me and I know too well what’ll happen should he be successful...
So I sneak through the hallway and wobble into the bathroom to (fucking finally!) push my underwear out of my crack. Softly whimpering, while I am doing that, I hear muffled groans coming from one of the closed orange toilet cabins. I blink. The sound is familiar, so I tip-toe my way across the purple floor to said cabin’s door, pushing… it … open. I am not surprised when I find that the person there is Yu Nishinoya, a guy with short stature, muscular build, and distinctive spiky hairstyle. He stands at 159.3 cm (5' 2.7"). His dark hair’s styled upwards, with a small, blonde-streaked section falling over his forehead. The guy’s got slanted, brown eyes and a preference for brightly colored shirts with quirky four-character idioms. He is with his stomach on the toilet’s cover, legs spread in the air and green briefs firmly wedgied over his head and down his chin. He groans and waves his arms wildly around, obviously suffering immense pain in his behind. Will he never learn that this kind of hectic movement only causes his shorts to sag down his legs? Much as I enjoy the sight of his ass, it’s hard to take in the view when I know he’s doing badly. I sigh and pull his underwear back.
The briefs snap back to his hips and he gasps in surprise before looking at me, blinking when light touches his face for the first time after a long… break.
“Shoyo? I thought you were Kageyama coming back for more! Or Oikawa!”
“Nope, this time you have been lucky!”
I smile and help him up. We exchange a quick kiss and I step back. Nishinoya may be kind of a weirdo, he definitely needs to work on his short temper, but he is a nice guy and shares my bad luck when underwear is involved. Oikawa and his “pupil” are the ones who give him wedgies the most and more than once they had done so in public. Briefs or swimming trunks, the unpleasant feeling in the butt crack isn’t something we’re in favor of. But who asks the nerd, am I right? In fact, Yu and I are unofficial members of an also not-official club of “wedgie people”, or as some call us “The wedgie League”. Bah, just thinking of that makes me blush. We are three members in total and right now I can hear the high-pitched yelp of our third member coming from the neighboring bathroom.
Once Nishinoya’s got his underpants back into his shorts, we take a peek from an opening in our door and watch, what a surprise, Oikawa and Kageyama walking out of the bathroom while high-fiving each other. So far as he’s the topic, Oikawa is the school’s popular King; known for his striking appearance, characterized by his dark, chocolate-brown hair, and eyes of the same color. He's often seen with a wide, playful smile and a penchant for making victory signs or sticking his tongue out with a wink. Oikawa has a good height for a volleyball player, standing just over six feet, and is often seen wearing his Aoba Johsai High volleyball uniform with the number one. He also has a white knee brace on his right knee due to a previous injury.
Though known for his bad mood, only big senpai Oikawa can cause shy blush or smile from Kageyama: That guy’s often emitting an intimidating aura, which is heightened by the almost permanent scowl on his face. His black hair’s cropped short, with a fringe that hangs just above his dark blue eyes. His typical attire consists of either his school uniform or practice clothes. Oikawa grins and ruffles his fan’s hair. Who knows if those guys are more than friends of if their clothes stay on? They DO spend a lot of time together, mostly tormenting the third member of our crew. To be honest, though both are pretty cute, Oikawa’s the one I’m most torn on. One day he pulls my briefs up in such a sharp angle that I can’t go to the toilet for days without tearing up, then suddenly we’re in a closet, making out, his soft gaze on me while the cute guy tenderly touches and comforts me. Not even I myself know what our… relationship could be categorized as…
I frown.
“Should we help him?”, Nishinoya whispers, a hand at the own mouth. I nod.
“It’s not like we have much of a choice.”
“But what if they...? If we’ve got to talk about… what if he’s nude, dude?”
I roll my eyes
“We’re well over that, sweaty. I think that this is a little more important!”
We wait until no eyes are close to get into said bathroom. Yu sighs, holding onto the own orange shirt, standing next to the black door (so he can tell me if someone comes while I search the toilet cabins) until I find the third member of our band, hanging by his pink briefs with Boba-Fett pattern. A blush travels HIS features and poor guy stumbles into stuttering.
“H-h-hi, S-shoya…”
“Hey there, Ta, how’s it hanging?”
I force through a smile. Tadashi Yamaguchi’s a young-looking boy with a somewhat average build. He has dark grayish-green hair with a distinctive "ahoge" (a stray hair sticking up on top). His face carries brown eyes. In his early middle school days, he’d been teased for his freckles and scrawniness, but he seems to have grown more confident and less bothered by it – or at least that’s what he’s attempting to pull off. He is typically seen wearing Karasuno's volleyball uniform during games and a black gakuran school uniform otherwise. Douchebags tend to say he’s scared of his own shadow, but I know that even if he is shy, Yamaguchi ain’t no a coward. Doesn’t stop certain people from taking advantage of his shyness, mostly, exactly, Kageyama and Oikawa, who wedgie him whenever they want and laugh afterwards. Listen, I’ve tried to help Tadashi out in the past, but I always end up hanging some feet off the floor by my underwear, a feet or two away from him. And he’s a frequent member in our… three-way romance? I lean back my head and study him, wincing a bit at every sound of popping fabric threads or cracking underwear while Yamaguchi’s feet slowly but surely approach the purple tile-floor.
“Did they do this to you?” He nods.
“Why?”
“K-Kageyama said that my p-pants were sag-g-ging and, uh...”
Yamaguchi looks at “his” wedgie, face going red. Seeing him like that breaks my heart.
“Don´t worry, I’ll get you down!”
I take a step back and stretch my arms, ready to help my boyfriend...
...and then feel a tug on the back of my underwear. My orange hair stands straight, brown eyes going wide.
Suddenly I’m also dangling over the bathroom’s floor, stunned as a great pain invades my ass. Tadashi’s eyes widen almost as much as mine - I look back and see two lines of fingers thrusting my whities over my shoulders. The culprit’s Kuroo, who is grinning in Satan fashion. Already sweat-soaked fabric pushed against the realm between my legs, trying to rip through into my belly and chest. A couple miniature rips sink me down.
“Did you really think you could piss off without punishment?”
He pulls my underwear one foot further and laughs as I kick and scream in pain. The underpants press against my stomach, turning the skin red.
I grimace and look back at the bathroom’s door. Why hadn´t Yu warned me of this? Looking over Kuroo’s wide shoulder, the answer jumps against my face: Oikawa and Kageyama have yanked Nishinoya’s underwear back over his head and down his face. He’s frozen, blushing almost as much as Tadashi because his shorts are now down his knees and the two dicks are laughing at his moderate nakedness.
“Oh dear....what’s up with the wimpy face?”, Kageyama taunts while tugging Yu’s underwear down his face.
“Piss-boy! You’re the one always perving under the shower, why shouldn´t we look at you?”
Standing nearby, hands on his hips, Oikawa’s smile is almost invisible. His eyes are soft, (almost) kind.
“You know how nerds are, buddy,” he snickers, grabbing green underpants and bouncing Nishinoya by the legholes of his dino-briefs.
“You’ve got to take what you can when there’s not much choice in the buffet!”
Just being spoken to by his bully trainer, his crush… Kageyama’s eyes sparkle. The edges of his mouth twitch and he scratches the own ear.
“Guess you’re right...”
Kageyama clears his throat and tries to come across as calm, if not outright bored - he turns towards Kuroo.
“The fuck are we supposed to do with these two losers?”
The spoken to grins and looks at me, flashing white teeth.
“Flagpole. Bring hangman, too!”
The three of us groan in unison before they take us out of the bathroom and carry us by our undies through the hallway. The. Full. Hallway. Within a second cellphones are raised, pictures immortalized and cameras turned on. Laughter echoes all around us as they show our wedgies to the world. Kuroo goes first, smirking proudly while he’s bouncing me closer to a coma. Kageyama’s second, trying to bounce Nishinoya harder by his briefs to look better than his rival. Calm as ever, Oikawa comes last and is now pulling both the front and back of Yamaguchi’s pink underpants. I close my eyes and whimper, crossing legs as well as two fingers, hoping, against reason, that all of this will reveal itself as nothing but a bad, bad dream.
Before we can blink, our three butts are mooning the entire school as we hang by our underwear. White, green and pink fabric grinds our asses as we dangle by our undies and our bullies laugh right under us. Even when the bell rings one final time and everyone leaves for home, we are still hanging by our underwear. One piece at a time, the minutes turn into hours. No one says a word or tries to get free. This ain’t our first rodeo. We know too well that the only way to get free of the hanging is to wait for our underwear to rip. We only hear the dying of our briefs, occasionally groaning when another major step towards broken underpants is taken. At least some gays’ ass-pain come from decent fucking.
“This w-was my last p-pair,” Tadashi whimpers and grabs his bare butt.
“Ow, shit,” Yu murmurs as he dangles by his underwear.
I raise and spread my arms, sweat glistening on my face while I struggle to keep my eyes open and smile a little, at least.
“Maybe someone will get us down…?”
I say this to cheer them up, though it sounds more so like a question even in my own ears. Besides: we all know that no one will get us down of here. I look back at the ground under me and groan. Earth seems so damn far away.
“How long do you think?”
“An hour,” Tadashi mutters.
“Yo, fuck that shit! Fuck them! We can take that!”
Yu puts up his fists and tries to sound as cheerful as always, but Yamaguchi and I can see that it is forced. Even Yu knows that our walk back home won´t be an easy one. Tadashi looks at me, blushes and then looks away. We all blush, look everywhere just not at the other two. From time to time we grunt or whimper…
“So...”
I’m trying to make some conversation while we dangle by our undies.
“Are you going to the party tonight?”
They share a glance and nod.
“I h-hope everything goes a-okay,” Tadashi says, sounding so dorky and innocent that I love him even more – I’d hug or kiss him wouldn’t every movement send my middle fabric thread deeper into the crack.
“Second that,” I cringe as a gust of wind makes my body dangle to the right, sinking my underpants deeper into my ass.
“At least there won´t be any flagpoles there!”
Once I’m back home, I sneak behind the garden’s rosebushes, pressed against the wall, ensuring that nobody sees or hears me. Last thing I want is to explain why I’m late. Once in my room, I immediately throw my destroyed underwear away, hissing through gritted teeth and cursing. What I wouldn’t give to turn the table, if only for a day (heck, I’d take a dream, but I’m not even winning there). Looking in my wardrove, I see that I only have two pairs of underwear left: Blue boxers and another pair of briefs, but orange with Lemon-symbols. I take the latter and prepare for the party.
Half an hour before it starts, I tell my mother I am going to study with Yu before going right to the party. I still feel the hanging I have gotten today, but all in all, I am too happy to care. My black jacket and pants fit the white shirt perfectly, the golden necklace and deodorant (almost) hiding the usual wedgie-walk.
For today, Lady happiness will know that I love her!
