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Slumping against the tree as a puff of warm air escaped your lips, the shade did little to soothe your raw skin from the thick heat.
The halls of Karasuno were like a maze, especially for a new student like you. You thought coming to a new school a few months late in to the year would be tough, but your first day had been great so far. Some kind girls in your class took you under their wing and helped you around, but since they all either went home or had their own clubs, finding the art club you signed up for seemed impossible.
Looking outside for someone to help seemed like a good idea, but the sweltering heat made you regret it. Deciding to take a little rest from your scurrying, you closed your eyes, but not for long.
The thumping of a ball and loud, booming shouts snapped your eyes open. Your gaze flicks up to the gymnasium, of course! Yachi must be there! Skipping to the door, you smiled. Yachi was a lovely girl in most of your classes, both of you clicked right away. She had mentioned managing the volleyball team, and that they had practice today. Hopefully she wasn't too busy.
You open the metal door just a little, the cool air calming your flushed face. You peeked in, scanning over the large gymnasium for the blonde.
And instead, there you saw him, the boy who turned your world upside down.
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You had watched a few sports animes, and watched the Olympics with your family, but that was the extent of your engagement with sports. It wasn't completely boring to you, but it was never something you went out of your way to do, or to watch. It just wasn't important to you, not until you saw him.
Letting out a smooth breath, his eyes shut, holding the ball steadily with his slender fingers. He snaps his sapphire eyes open, sharp gaze trained on the ball as he throws it high up in the air. He dashes forward, his form perfect as he leaps in to the air and slams the ball to the other side of the court with tremendous power. He was full of energy and life, and the booming thump of the volleyball sent goosebumps up your arms.
"Oh wow..." you let out under your breath, your eyes widening in awe.
He was lean and built, and his cold eyes piecing as he walked confidently to the ball cart, picking out another ball and spinning it in his large, nimble hands. Ebony hair was a stark contrast to his pale skin, he was striking.
"Don't show off, Kageyama!" jeered a shorter boy, who reminded you of a carrot. He bounced up and down, pouting in irritation.
"Its not showing off, dumbass!" the taller boy, who you now knew as Kageyama retorted, his voice a deep baritone and his smooth raven hair bouncing as he snapped his head to the carrot boy.
He turns back to the ball cart and huffs, closing his eyes and pouting in annoyance. Taking a deep breath in and out, he directs his glare from the volleyball in his hands to the door, where he sees you.
Your cheeks heat up as you lock eyes, you feet glued to the ground. The annoyance in his eyes is replaced by a more curious expression, his eyes widened and eyebrows slightly furrowed. It was as if he was analysing you, picking you apart with those stunning eyes and you can't help but feel a a familiar, sickening flutter in your stomach.
Kageyama's gaze made you shudder, and you want to turn away, but you can't. That look in his eyes, so bright, full of emotion and passion, it was pulling you in. The last time you felt this way was... oh no.
Flashes of honey hues and fluffy locks came flooding back. Fiery eyes transfixed on sheets of music. His hands dashing swiftly up and down the piano, his music was intoxicating, filling you with swirling emotions. Butterflies in your stomach and scarlet staining your cheeks, and of course, the cold, choking emptiness of heartbreak.
No way. This won't happen. You promised yourself months ago that you were done with matters of love, you couldn't slip up now. You didn't want to get hurt again. No matter how happy it made you in the beginning, it would most definitely end up the same way, the burn of rejection and sleepless nights, soaking your pillows with hot tears.
"Huh? Oh hi _____! You okay?" A small, gentle voice breaks you from your trance. It was Yachi, just who you were looking for! You had almost forgotten what you were here for.
"Y-Yachi! Sorry if I'm disturbing, but I, uh, can't find my art club..." you fiddled with your fingers, habit you had when you needed to calm down. The pounding of your heart made your voice a bit shaky.
"Ah! That's right, you're joining the art club! I'm sorry I forgot to show you where it was earlier! Just a sec.." Yachi turned to the two boys with a bright smile, "Hinata, Kageyama, this is _____, she's in my class! Today's her first day so I'm just gonna show her to her club room.." As Yachi stepped out the door gingerly to stand with you, you gently greeted the boys.
"H-Hello! I'm _____ _____, nice to meet you!" you squeaked out with a wobbly smile and a nod of your head, quickly looking to the ground to avoid Kageyama's eyes.
"Hello! I'm Hinata Shoyo! Welcome to Karasuno!" the carrot boy gave a bright grin and an energetic wave, his bubbly attitude putting a smile on your face.
Kageyama was still staring at you with that same look on his face, and you gulped as he opened his mouth to speak. "H-Hi..." he muttered gruffly, the tips of his ears red. Oh god, he was being so cute all of a sudden! This was very bad!
You said a quick goodbye to hide your pink cheeks. As Yachi led you off to art club, you still felt his eyes boring holes in to your back. The sweet girl made some small talk on the way, but the only thing on your mind was him. You took a deep breath and shook your head, trying to shake away his piercing gaze and memories of your middle school days, remembering your promise to yourself.
The volleyball club was a dangerous place, and you had to stay away as much as you could.