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“Alright, we have a few hours until our match starts; be sure to be back here at this spot by 3 PM sharp, got it?” Kita announced to the team as he glanced at his watch that read 12 PM. It was the second day of spring nationals; despite the fact that everyone seems to be in tip top condition, the captain of the team couldn’t help but worry about what the rest of the day would be like for them, especially when it comes to the troublemaker of the team, Miya Atsumu (and occasionally his twin, Miya Osamu). The boy is just as good at causing trouble as he is as a volleyball player; God knows how many people he pissed off already with that condescending attitude of his and his superior ability at the art of provocation. Kita looked at their setter and rubbed his temple, desperately trying to think of other things to distract himself from coming up with more scenerios involving Atsumu that would just end up giving him a headache.
“Okay, okay, captain. How many times do you have to say it? You sound like a broken record,” Atsumu whined after dropping the heavy bags he was carrying on the ground where they are resting and rubbed his sore shoulders.
“Pretty sure the only reason why Kita is repeating himself so many times is because of you, dumbass,” Osamu said a matter of factly and earned himself a punch on the shoulder from his twin.
“You don’t have to remind me of the one time that I was late, ok?? Would it kill you to stop being such a blabbermouth?” The blonde scowled at his brother, who looked expressionless as ever. The silver-haired boy simply shrugged and reached for the water bottle in his bag, not paying the younger any attention.
“Yo twins, take your bickering elsewhere, people are trying to rest here,” Suna said dryly with a yawn and laid down on the mat while looking at his phone. Few of the members proceed to settle down on the mat while others are fishing out their phone and wallet to do some shopping or watch the other schools play against each other.
“Samu, who’s playing today?”Atsumu tucked his wallet and phone in his jacket and left the resting area with his twin and Ojiro.
“Dunno, none of the schools I saw really stood out to me,” Osamu replied as they made their way to the main lobby of the gymnasium. The three of them managed to make their way through the crowd and stopped in front of a vending machine; Atsumu fished out some coins from his pant pocket and tossed a few into the machine to get the chocolate bar he usually gets before a game.
“Well, we can always watch the girls’ team play,” Ojiro suggested while pressing the button for milk and fishing it out from the slot.
“Ohhh yeah‼ Great idea, Aran!” Atsumu’s eyes glistened as he praises his friend and rushed on over to the bulletin board that listed all the time slots which the teams are playing.
“Tsubakihara is playing right now! Heard the girls on that team are pretty great,” the blond commented excitedly while his twin rolled his eyes.
“In terms of looks or abilities? Pretty sure you’re only interested in watching the girls’ matches because of their bodies,” Ojiro commented as they walked towards the audience seats.
“Ah shut up, Aran. You’re the one who suggested to watch the girls’ team play, talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” Atsumu argued and the boys settled down in seats few rows above Tsubakihara’s cheering squad.
“Who are they playing again?” Osamu asked while sipping on his yogurt drink.
“T-Torino?? What?” The blond looked at the booklet on his hand and read out the kanji letters. Ojiro reached for the booklet and squinted his eye.
“It’s Karasuno,” Ojiro said with a loud laugh and returned the booklet to the now embarrassed setter, who angrily snatched it away from him.
“Never heard of them,” Osamu said and stretched his arms as he yawned.
“Did you just yawn?? When a bunch of heavenly angels are right in front of your eyes and you are tired?? What’s wrong with you,” Atsumu sat up and questioned his twin with disbelief.
“Shut up, not everyone is a thirsty creep like you,” Osamu snapped back and Atsumu launched himself from his seat towards his twin, hands grabbed around Osamu’s collar while Osamu shoved the younger twin away with his palm on his face.
“Be quiet you two‼ I’m trying to watch the game!” Ojiro shushed the Miya twins and they scowled at each other but let go of each other. They watched the match in silence for a good 10 minutes until Tsubakihara called their first time of the set; the score board read “Tsubakihara – 2 | Karasuno – 6”.
“Not surprised they called a time-out, Karasuno’s ace and the other wing spiker’s attacks have been catching Tsukbakihara off guard,” Ojiro commented.
“Not only the attacks are strong, their defense is pretty solid too; they completely shut out all of Tsukbakihara’s spikes,” Osamu added.
“Damn, this Karasuno’s actually winning—” Atsumu stopped short of his sentence as all of his attention shifted towards the current possessor of the ball. The girl was breathtakingly beautiful — her long, pitch black hair tied into a high ponytail with fringes covering her forhead and framing sides of her slightly tanned and oval shaped face; her tight, black uniform with bright orange accents accentuated her wonderful figure. She spun the ball in her palms with her long finger and drew in a deep breath; her striking midnight navy eyes focused on the ball that she spun in her palms with her slender fingers and tossed the ball high up in the air. She ran and leaped into the air with grace as she spiked the ball across the net with stunning speed and power, leaving her opponents plus the audience dumbfounded.
“SERVICE ACEEEEEEE‼” The guys on the row above Atsumu’s row roared after the ball landed the ground.
“My my, what a serve…” mused Atsumu; this mysterious and powerful server piqued his curiosity and he found himself unable to look away from her.
“Yeah, that was a great serve, damn,” the elder twin commented.
“Number 9… Kageyama Tobio,” the ace of Inarizaki said quietly and the twins turned their heads to look at the 3rd year.
“The girl who just served, her name is Kageyama Tobio,” Ojiro repeated. “I think I have heard of her name before… Apparently she’s a genius setter or something.”
“Genius setter?” Osamu commented as he gulped down the last bit of his yogurt drink.
“She’s able to accurately predict the trajectory of the ball with superior accuracy and sets it at an alarming speed apparently,” Ojiro commented without looking up from the booklet. “She’s a first year and already a regular setter for the team, and it seems like she’s gone to the national youth training camp this year.”
“Really?? Now that’s interesting…” Atsumu murmured with a little smirk and returned his gaze back to the girl now surrounded by her teammates who showered her with praises and high-fives. “Kageyama Tobio…”
* * *
Kageyama buried her sweat-soaked face in the soft, white towel handed to her while trying to catch her breath. The game only lasted for an hour, with Karasuno winning both the first and second set, allowing them to advance to the third round of nationals. The black-haired girl was glad that she was in tip top condition today, and their new freak quicks managed to throw off their opponents over and over again, allowing them to score tons of points and put an end to their first match. But we’ll only continue to face more and more difficult opponents who would be able to deal with their new quicks in days to come... Kageyama thought to herself. We need to come up with something to deal with them, otherwise—
“What are you thinking about? It’s time to go,” a voice called out and Kageyama snapped out of her train of thoughts.
“Uh-what? Ok…” Kageyama responded and quickly caught up with the rest of her teammates.
“We won the match‼ Why aren’t you happy??” The oranged-haired girl questioned excitedly while looking at the setter with her large brown eyes. The tiny middle blocker was almost a head shorter than Kageyama; her bright orange curls were tied into short pigtails that bounced along as she hopped from place to place as if she’s an overly energetic bunny.
“I was thinking about how our quicks might’ve thrown off our opponents today, but we can’t rely on it— Ow‼” The black-haired girl shrieked when her teammate smacked her on the bum.
“Stop your worrying already‼ We’re gonna head back to the dorm and discuss strategies for our next game and we’ll be ok so relax for once!” Hinata complained with a frown as they walk out of the gymnasium.
“Ah, Daichi-senpai is here to see Suga again, doesn’t he make such a cute couple with her?? The captain couple makes me envious.” Hinata sighed in awe as she watched the captain of the boys’ volleyball team, Sawamura Daichi, greet their captain, Sugawara, with a congratulatory kiss on the cheek.
“I guess,” Kageyama said with a scowl shot in Hinata’s direction, hands rubbing on the stinging buttcheek that the middle blocker slapped with no mercy.
“Speaking of which, your boyfriend is here,” the orange-haired girl whispered in Kageyama’s ear, making the black-haired girl whip her head around so quickly that her long ponytail smacked the shorter girl in the face.
“Ow!” Hinata complained while burying her face in her palms. A tall boy with chocolate brown hair swept to the sides approached the two with a warm smile and a wave; he sported an indigo coloured trench coat with a cream sweater layered over a white collar shirt underneath it, paired with brown trousers that end at the ankle and a pair of oxfords. He was also strikingly gooding looking, earning him whispers and squeals from girls that just happen to pass by him in public.
“Yahoo! Tobio and shrimpy‼ Congrats on your win,” The boy said with a smile, his eyes locked on the black-haired girl from the moment he saw the duo despite also addressing the small middle blocker right next to her in his sentence.
“O-Oikawa senpai?? What are you doing here?” Kageyama questioned with confusion. Oikawa Tooru, a 3rd year Aoba Johsai student and also the boys’ volleyball team captain, was someone that Kageyama knew ever since the first year of middle school. He was a very skilled setter and captain who’s capable of bringing the best out of any team that he played on, and also someone that Kageyama learned how to do a jump serve from watching afar because she didn’t know how to approach a male upperclassman and ask for help. Eventually, it took her a good 6 months to work up enough courage to ask Oikawa one day and much to her surprise, he willingly taught her everything under the condition that she’d have to buy him milk bread every week until he graduated. After months of practices and interactions between the two, Oikawa declared on the day of his graduation that he’d get Kageyama to accept his feelings and be his girlfriend in the near future; ever since then, he has been visiting and texting her relentlessly as if they have been dating for the past 2 and a half years.
“What else? To watch my future girlfriend kick other girls’ asses,” Oikawa said and pinched the black-haired girl’s cheek lightly. The whispering and gasping from other girls seemed to have intensified and Kageyama was bothered by it.
“I’m not your girlfriend, Oikawa-senpai,” Kageyama said and swatted the older boy’s hand away. She turned her head slightly away, refusing to look at the boy in the eye.
“You’re so cute when you are shy, Tobio. Also, we know each other for 3 years already, just call me Tooru,” Oikawa said with a smile, his eyes still locked on Kageyama.
“I’ll stick with Oikawa-senpai,” Kageyama replied. “Also, why are you in Tokyo? Don’t you have school today? Seijoh didn’t make it to the nationals though…”
“Ouch, Tobio, you don’t have to remind me that we lost to Karasuno, it hurts,” Oikawa pouted as he placed a hand over his heart and continued. “I’m in Tokyo for a college interview, and I knew you were playing today so I stopped by to watch you; it seems like I got here a bit late though.”
“I see. I’ll get going now,” Kageyama said and turned to leave but Oikawa’s hands caught her wrist before she can take off.
“In such a hurry to run away from your senpai, Tobio?? At least take this before you leave,” the older boy said and fished out a milk carton and curry bread from his bag; he stuffed the items onto Kageyama’s palm and made sure she gripped onto them.
“I knew you liked this so I picked it up on my way here, I don’t know how they taste since I have never visited a Tokyo bakery, but make sure you eat them instead of starving yourself, ok??” Oikawa said with a smile and Kageyama stood there with her eyes wide, clearly caught off guard by the boy’s action.
“Uh-Uhm… Senpai, you didn’t have to—” Kageyama started hesitantly but was cut off by Oikawa.
“Just watch, Tobio, I’ll make you fall in love with me. It’s only a matter of time,” The older boy winked and ruffled her hair before taking off. Kageyama stood there and watched him disappear behind the doors, still confused by Seijoh captain’s advances until she felt a hard slap on the shoulder made by a certain midget.
“Hey, why don’t you like him, Kageyama?? He’s literally the perfect match for you, queen of the court,” Hinata said after checking Oikawa had walked far enough to not hear their conversation.
“He’s too odd?? Who goes around declaring to other people that I’ll be his future girlfriend? Is he a psychic? How can he tell the future? Such a weirdo,” Kageyama frowned and looked at the milk and bread on her hands.
“Have you ever heard of something called flirting? Bakayama,” Hinata questioned. “He’s trying to make a move on you, idiot. You literally have a fanclub full of boys who are all after you, yet you don’t even know it because all you care about is volleyball. So dense,” Hinata sighed and patted the setter’s back.
“Can you stop calling me an idiot?? And why would I need to know something useless like that?” Kageyama shrugged off the orange-haired girl’s hand and walked away.
“You should at least have some awareness, ok?? It’s also irritating for me to always have boys ask me to give you their gifts‼” Hinata yelled as she chased the setter down.
“You are the one that should have some awareness of how bad your receives and serves are,” Kageyama teased with a smirk as she watched the smaller girl explode with anger and attempted to get a punch in with her short arms.
“You two! Stop fighting! I looked everywhere for you guys,” Sugawara panted as she ran up to the two first years.
“Sorry, Suga! Kageyama was busy with her boyfriend as you know,” Hinata sighed and Kageyama elbowed her.
“Ow‼ That was my boob, Kageyama!” The orange-haired girl shrieked as she placed a hand over her chest.
“Sorry, Sugawara-senpai,” Kageyama ignored the shorter girl and followed the nagging captain back to their resting area. The girls came to a halt before they walk past the main arena’s entrance as a group of boys in black uniform was about to march into the arena; the pack was led by a pale blond-haired boy with dark tips accompanied by a silver-haired and blond boy on either side (who looked like clones of one another much to Kageyama’s surprise). The team retained an aura of mystery and dominance that immediately captured everyone’s attention, including Kageyama’s. The blond boy walking in the front line turned his head sideways and his striking, amber-coloured eyes locked on Kageyama for a good few seconds as his team approached the entrance of the arena; the corner of his lips curled into a smirk before his team stepped in and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. Kageyama watched the especially peculiar number 7 and his team enter the arena with confusion, wondered why the blond was staring at her for what seems like quite a long time before she got dragged away by the tiny middle blocker.
“Alright girls, good work today and congrats on making past the second round. We’re going to see who our opponent is for tomorrow’s match right now, and when we get back we’ll talk about strategies,” the coach said after the team packed up their stuff already and made it to the main arena where their potential opponents are playing at the moment. They settled down on the bleachers and Kageyama looked at the bread and milk Oikawa had given her earlier.
“Are you not gonna eat that? I’ll have it if you don’t want it,” Hinata said, reaching for the curry bun while chewing on a banana.
“That’s mine, idiot,” Kageyama smacked away the orange-haired girl’s hand and opened the packaging without hesitation and took a large bite out of the pastry; she was surprised at how good it tasted and was lowkey grateful that Oikawa stopped by today.
“Damn, these Shinzen girls are scary, I hope we aren’t playing them tomorrow—” Hinata commented but was immediately interrupted by the deafening cheer emitted from the next court.
“Ohh‼ Isn’t that the super intimidating team that we saw earlier??” Hinata said excitedly and jabbed her finger at the court next to the ones they’re watching at the moment. Kageyama shifted her focus onto the same flock of boys in black she witnessed a while ago; they were now crowded around the silver-haired boy and the chant “NICE KILL OSAMU! PUSH IT, PUSH IT OSAMU‼ GIVE US ANOTHER!!!” ringed throughout the whole arena.
“Inarizaki, eh? They are definitely something else,” a voice said and the two girls turned around to see captain of the Karasuno boys volleyball team Sawamura and rest of the team on the bleachers.
“Sawamura senpai! Are you watching them play??” Hinata asked with a bright smile.
“Yes, we might be playing against them tomorrow since it seems like they’ll win this set in no time. Ah! Also, congrats on making past the second round‼” Sawamura said.
“You guys are not too bad yourself,” Sugawara said, joining Hinata and Kageyama and smiled lovingly at her boyfriend.
“It’s quite a miracle that both boys and girls Karasuno volleyball team made it to nationals, I’m sure you guys will crush your opponents tomorrow as well. With us, I’m not quite sure that we’d win against the runner-ups of the last Inter High, but we’ll do our best,” Sawamura said with a sigh.
“Daichi, don’t worry‼ We definitely will beat them, have some faith in us!” Nishinoya yelled with confidence, his mouth full of chocolate bar that he took a humongous bite out of.
“That’s righ‼ We’ll defy the odds and win against Inarizaki‼” Tanaka chimed in and Sugawara smiled.
“See, Daichi, listen to your teammates and have some faith in your team!” Sugawara said with a reassuring pat on the captain’s back and Sawamura returned the smile, the two clearly too engrossed in each other to notice the rest of the boys’ team rolled their eyes at the couple and Ennoshita whispered “get a room‼”, followed by a few snickers from the second years.
“Kageyama, maybe we should leave, I feel like I’m third wheeling them,” Hinata said and scooched Kageyama further away from the couple, making them directly above the court where Inarizaki is playing.
“Shouldn’t we go back? What’s the use of watching a boys’ team?” Kageyama said with a frown while sipping on the milk Oikawa gave her from a straw.
“I just want to see them play for a while! We can also learn a lot from watching how the 2nd best boys team in the nation play,” Hinata said with enthusiasm and Kageyama wasn’t going to argue with that. A game is a game and she always learned something new by watching how others play, regardless of gender. They moved closer to get a better view until they were caught off guard by a bunch of what seems like to be fangirls with banners that said “Miya twins” or “Atsumu and Osamu”.
“KYAAAAAA~ ATSUMUUUUU‼ DO YOUR BEST‼” The fangirls screamed and Kageyama had to cover her ears to prevent herself from going deaf from such high frequencies of sound waves. Her attention shifted back onto the court and she looked carefully to see that same number 7 that smirked at her was about to serve. The moment he raised his hands and clenched it into a fist, the entire cheering squad fell silent; he tossed the ball up in the air and launched himself into the air, ready to spike the ball with all of his might.
“LETS GOOOOOOOO~” The two fangirls squealed and their voices were the only ones to be heard from the cheering squad. Number 7’s hand slammed against the ball and projected it across the net and it hit the ground in an instant. The crowd went crazy and the chant “NICE SERVE ATSUMU‼ LET’S GO, LET’S GO, ATSUMU‼ GIVE US ANOTHER‼” filled the arena once again; the team members yelled “ALL RIGHTT” simultaneously and patted the server’s back with smiles on their faces. Number 7, however, didn’t move a single inch and stood there for a minute before turning his torso around to face the audience and looked at the fangirls with a deadly expression on his face; his jaws were clenched and his eyes were cold as ice.
“Oh my goodness, Atsumu’s looking at us‼” One of the fangirls squealed as he shot an annoyed look at the group of giggling girls.
“What is this guy’s deal… He totally missed his serve there,” Kageyama mumbled to herself when she saw his serve barely stepping the line and him giving the girls a death stare until the blond’s eyes met hers for the second time today. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Kageyama and his expression quickly morphd into something less menancing and somewhat more friendly; his pursed lip curved into a smile reminiscent of the smirk he did earlier. He raised his arm and pointed his finger straight at the black-haired girl with an expression that looks as if he’s overflowing with confidence before turning his back towards them again and got into position for the next serve.
“D-Did he just point at you, Kageyama?” Hinata whipped her head around to face the confused setter.
“What the?...” Kageyama murmured to herself while the other fangirls’ attention were now directed to the girl that the blond just pointed at with a smirk.
“Can you girls keep it down when someone’s serving? I don’t think he liked that very much,” a guy said in the back.
“What?? They always do that on TV though…” One of the girls said with a pout and they fell silent afterwards. The ball was returned to the blond and he smacked the ball up and down a few times before tossing it upwards once again and leaped into the air with great speed and slammed the ball over to the other side of the net. The ball landed before the opponents had realized what happened and the whistle sounded, indicating another point gained by Inarizaki.
“Woah… That serve…” Kageyama’s eyes widen in shock, her mouth agape.
“Was amazing‼” Hinata finished her sentence with enthusiasm, her words barely audible thanks to the cheery tunes blasted by the marching band and the fangirls’ dying whale noise. The last time a serve had stunned Kageyama was back when she first saw Oikawa serve at the middle school boys volleyball tournament in Kitagawa Daiichi. But this, this was something else. Kageyama quickly picked up a booklet abandoned by a spectator on the ground and flipped to the page with Inarizaki’s introductions. She searched for Number 7’s in the team member profiles and stopped at the name “Miya Atsumu”.
“Miya Atsumu… 2nd year main setter… Best high school setter in the nation??!” Kageyama shrieked and Hinata hopped over to her side and peaked her head over the taller girl’s shoulder to see what she was reading.
“Damn… No wonder he serves like that‼ He’s freaking the best setter in Japan!” Hinata exclaimed after she snatched the booklet from the setter’s hands and inspect it on her own. “He has a twin though?? Miya Osamu? So those two were the ones that the fangirls were squealing about…”
“Ah… I saw someone that looks just like him earlier, that makes sense… What is his position?” Kageyama asked, eyes still fixed on the Number 7 who she caught him sneaking another glance in her direction.
“Wing spiker… He is pretty good too, but not one of the best aces in the country or anything like Ushiwaka,” Hinata replied. “Hmm… they are not bad on the eyes so no wonder they are popular…”
“Miya Atsumu is exceptionally good at serving, but I wonder what else that makes him the best in the country…” Kageyama said thoughtfully while staring at Number 7’s portrait picture on the booklet. He wasn’t just the best setter in his prefecture, he’s the best setter in the entire nation… If I could learn from him, would I be able to rise and become the best female setter in Japan??....
“A jump floater???!!!” Hinata screamed and patted Kageyama excitedly on the shoulder and her attention immediately shifted back onto the match; instead of doing the powerful spike serve he demonstrated in the past two serves, he switched to a jump floater and rendered the libero unable to receive the ball, thus scoring yet another point off the opponent team.
“Ahh, the dual wielder,” a voice spoke behind the two girls and they turned to see a male spectator with what it seems like to be his girlfriend.
“What’s that?” Kageyama asked with no hesitation and the boy seemed to be caught off guard by the black-haired girl’s sudden question.
“Huh? Oh, Miya Atsumu is able to use both jump serve and spike serve equally well when he serves, it’s difficult to predict what serve he’ll use unless you studied him in previous matches. But, if you look at the number of steps he take before serving, you should be able to tell what kind of serve it’ll be,” the boy said a-matter-of-factly.
“Wow, Suguru, how did you figure that out?? I can’t even tell the difference! You’re amazing,” the girl next to him chimed in and he smiled smugly at his girlfriend’s compliment.
“Ahh, I see…” Kageyama turned back to face the court, her eyes searched through the crowd of boys in black jersey and located Miya Atsumu standing next to his twin. Focus on him, Tobio, Kageyama told herself. Carefully analyze his set up, his serves… You need to be on his level to be the best setter in the nation…
“Kageyama, you should totally ask him to teach you those serves! Imagine if we had that, scoring points would be like taking candy from a baby! You’d probably be the first female serve in the country who could do that,” Hinata sighed as the opponent team took their second time out of the set. Kageyama whipped her head around quickly and stared at the orange-haired girl with widened eyes.
“You’re right‼ You’re actually a genius, Hinata!” Kageyama remarked with excitement and gripped the smaller girl’s shoulder with both of her hands and shook her.
“Haha! I know right— Wait what? I was just joking though???” Hinata questioned and looked at Kageyama with disbelief.
“If I can learn from him, I could possibly become the best setter in the nation…” Kageyama murmured with enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with ambition. “I’ll do whatever it takes to have him teach me…”
* * *
Atsumu buried his face in the white towel, letting it soak up all the sweat that still lingered on his face after the match ended. The time seemed to have passed so painfully slow to Atsumu, it was as if they were playing a five set match instead of a two sets match; he knew exactly why he was so antsy for the match to end and the setter smiled to himself as he quickly packed up everything, hoping to leave the court as soon as possible.
“What’s the hurry?” Ojiro commented while drinking from his water bottle.
“I need to go see someone,” Atsumu said while putting on his jacket after wiping off the sweat from his face and neck.
“Is that someone Kageyama Tobio?” Osamu chimed in nonchalantly from behind, putting the towel over his neck and Atsumu whipped his head around to look at his twin. He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly interrupted by his brother.
“Don’t need to ask me why I know, I saw you giving her your usual seductive looks during the entire match,” Osamu sneered at the younger twin and Ojiro gagged a little at the word “seductive”.
“Well, it seems like the interest is mutual as she has been staring at me throughout the entire match, aren’t I right?” Atsumu remarked while wearing a smug smile on his face. Osamu rolled his eyes at the twin and went to talk to Suna instead.
“Are you sure it isn’t a figment of your imagination? I doubt she’s interested in you,” Ojiro said as he packed his bags.
“You owe me three Yakisoba bread if I get her number,” the blond said with a smirk and walked towards the entrance. He looked around his surroundings once he got out of the arena and was immediately swarmed by his fangirls offering him freshly baked cookies, cakes and other pastries made by themselves and other gifts wrapped in pink heart-shaped wrapping paper with a love letter attached to them. He forced a smile as he received those gifts from the girls and answering their questions haphazardly as he searched through the crowd for a certain black-haired girl. From the corner of his eye, he finally pinpointed his target standing about 5 meters away from him and a grin flashed over his face.
“Sorry girls, I gotta go,” he said excitedly and freed himself from the mob of fangirls; he quickly grabbed Kita who happened to walk by with the rest of the team and dumped his gifts on the captain and took off towards the direction of the 1st year.
“Waiting for someone?” Atsumu mused with a smirk on the face. Kageyama jumped a little at the unfamiliar voice behind her and whipped her head around, her large, blue eyes widened in shock.
“Uh-Uhmm-Y-Yes! N-No!” Kageyama stuttered and stared at the blond boy as he leaned closer to her.
“Which one is it?” Atsumu closed the distance between the two, his amber eyes stared intensly into hers.
“Uh-Uhm…” Kageyama tore her eyes away from the setter, refusing to look at him any longer. She felt her cheeks burning up at the encounter and she cupped them with her cold hands in hopes to cool them down.
“Or maybe I should change the question… Do you need something from me? I see you’ve been staring at me throughout the entire match,” the blond asked, his eyes trailed up and down from her eyes to her lips as he waited for a response. Kageyama turned her face to meet his once again and straightened herself up to look at him in the eye; the determination and ambition in her eyes caught Atsumu off guard and he suddenly wondered if she really wanted something from him. Atsumu was forced to take a step or two back as Kageyama immediately did a perfect 90 degrees bow, he looked at her with his eyes widened and flustered at her sudden action.
“Please teach me how to serve!” Kageyama yelled without looking up and Atsumu stood there, stunned.
“W-What?” The blond furrowed his brows and questioned. This was not what I was expecting… at all, he thought to himself.
“I watched you play earlier and your serves were amazing! Please teach me how you did both the jump floater and spike serve! Please! And your set up‼ Please!” Kageyama remained her 90 degrees bent position and repeated herself with her eyes squeezed shut. Atsumu couldn’t believe what he heard the first time, and hearing it the second time was even more striking. He started thinking back to all the flirty looks he threw in her direction, thinking she must’ve been one of the girls who fell in love with him after watching him play. He was so sure that Kageyama had wanted to confess to him after the match; after all, there wasn’t any girl who managed not to fall in love with him after all those seductive glances and smirks he sent in their way. Here was him, thinking that he got himself a potential gorgeous girlfriend—
“Sure,” Atsumu said, his shocked expression dissipated into something more mischievous; his lips curled into a smirk and tucked his hands into his pant pockets. There is no reason to get disappointed already, Atsumu, he thought to himself. A truly intelligent person would be able to change anything, whether good or bad, to favour him or herself in the end. No need to fret. If God throws a beautiful girl in your way, seize the chance and make her yours. Kageyama snapped back into standing position and looked at him excitedly and grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket which caught Atsumu off guard.
“Really?? You mean it right?? You’ll really teach me???” Kageyama exclaimed with her glistening eyes staring straight into Atsumu’s, her smile was nice and wide and her cheeks still flushed pink from embarrassment and now enthusiasm. How cute, Atsumu thought to himself. Kageyama seemed to notice where she just placed her hands and quickly released the fabric of the blond’s jacket from her grip, embarrassed.
“Under one condition though,” Atsumu cleared his throat and stated. Kageyama’s smile faltered into something more like a pout and she cocked her head slightly to the side, confused by what Atsumu had just said.
“What is it?” The black haired-girl questioned anxiously with a concerned look on her face; her heart was beating so fast to the point it felt like it was going to pop out of her chest.
“Go on a date with me,” was all the blond said.
A/N: Here's the inspiration of this fic for you all to enjoy!! ♡ Sadly I do not know who the artist of this fanart (since I came across it on pinterest and couldn't find it anywhere else); if you guys happen to know the source, please do let me know so I can properly credit the artist!!
