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Clad in casual clothes and his signature face mask, Sakusa Kiyoomi reluctantly made his way through the gymnasium doors of Sendai City Gymnasium and into the premises of sweaty athletes and a crowd who doesn’t know what personal space is once they take notice of the 6’2” ace. Sakusa figured as much, that he would get this type of attention, as he was quite popular for being the only second-year among Japan’s top three high school aces. It almost gave him a headache just by looking at some volleyball aficionados trying to walk their way to the second-year, clearly not intimidated by the way he was glaring at them.
Without a second thought, Sakusa hurried his steps and proceeded to enter the venue before he took a seat at the side of what looked like the supporters of Karasuno High School. The match wasn’t starting yet, as the athletes of Aoba Johsai were currently warming up on the court. His gaze wandered around the area, hoping to spot a familiar mop of jet black hair and his black uniform.
A few people on the seats glanced at the second-year, some recognized him and were clearly confused on why he was watching a match in Miyagi, way too long of a ride from Tokyo. A guy four seats from his left thought that maybe it was because the ace wanted to analyze the play of Miyagi’s representative for the Spring InterHigh, but he immediately dismissed this when he realized that the match was between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. Shiratorizawa would clearly win against them both, so there was no doubt that Shiratorizawa would represent the prefecture for the nationals.
“Hey, Sakusa Kiyoomi, right? From Itachiyama?” Comes a male voice from the ace’s left. Oh God, please no, the latter thought. Nonetheless, he craned his neck and faced the owner of the voice.
“Man, I’m a big fan. I saw a match of yours last year. Are you here to look at Shiratorizawa’s performance? You’re watching the semifinals though, you most probably won't compete with one of these playing schools for the nationals.” The guy half-joked with a chuckle, trying to strike up a conversation with Sakusa.
Unfortunately for him, the ace didn’t look too much pleased with his words. Sakusa’s right eyebrow rose, and his lips tightened into a line at the other guy’s remarks about how neither of the playing teams would match up to Shiratorizawa.
“Oh? What made you think of that?”
The guy noticed how Sakusa didn’t even mind the fact that the former was a fan, making him feel quite awkward. “W-well uh… I mean… These schools are great, but Shiratorizawa is amazing, having one of Japan’s top three aces. You would know. But enjoy the game I guess, you would also be amazed at Aoba Johsai’s setter.” Did this guy really sit on Karasuno’s side while blatantly rooting for Aoba Johsai?
Sakusa leaned back on his seat, not amused at all. “Shiratorizawa is indeed good. But I didn’t come here for them. Although I do know about Aoba Johsai’s setter’s skills.”
“O-oh! So you know Oikawa Tooru? I’m supporting Aoba Johsai too, but I couldn’t get a seat at their side because of their school’s supporters, same situation?” Now the guy was getting on his nerves, and his words might have attracted a few more pairs of eyes from the people near them, looking just as annoyed as Sakusa.
“Karasuno’s setter is better, the best even.” The ace declared with confidence, there was not a sliver of doubt detected from his voice.
At this point, the random guy with the audacious attitude could sense the annoyed aura from the second year, yet he brushed that off in favor of having to talk to the very well-known volleyball player. “Eh? Him? He’s good, but that number 9 has a bad reputation. Middle school problems. I saw his match last year and believe me Sakusa-san, he’s no team player.”
“I don’t appreciate how you talk about my boyfriend. I’m sorry, but I think I have to cut this conversation short.”
Boyfriend?!
“Boyfriend? Kageyama has a boyfriend?” The voice was neither the random-guy-with-the-audacious-attitude nor Sakusa’s, it came from one of the male adults a few seats in front of him. He was about to answer his question when the referee finally blew a long whistle, signifying the start of the match.
Took them long enough. The ace’s eyes immediately sought for Karasuno’s starting setter. And when he finally did, a gentle smile graced his lips. It’s been a while since he saw his lover in person, as their schedules don’t really match up. Especially with how they keep a strict training routine every volleyball season.
Kageyama Tobio. The guy with the softest black hair and the brightest set of deep blue eyes, the first-year who managed to instantly steal the ace’s heart the first time they met, the only person who could make Sakusa travel from Tokyo to Miyagi and tolerate crowds just to see him, to hold him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the male. His heart was beating a little faster and his mind was completely preoccupied on thinking of how his lover was too cute in his volleyball uniform. And when he noticed that the object of his undying affection and overwhelming love was staring right back at him with the most breathtaking smile, Sakusa couldn’t help but raise his hand and give a little wave: making sure that Kageyama knew that he was there. He was there to support him, just as he promised he would for the rest of his life.
The setter reciprocated the wave just a moment before they needed to start the game. This didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates of course. The people of the setter’s side gave a weird look at him, making sure that they’re seeing it right. Kageyama barely socialized with anyone so most of them were curious about who he was waving at, and was that a fucking smile on his face?!
Hinata Shouyo was the first one to notice, and then the rest of the team, and even a few people from the other side of the court. Kageyama Tobio smiled and waved to someone. However, they weren’t able to take a peek at the receiver of the smile and waves.
“Alright, we get to receive first. Get yourselves in formation and get ready. Karasuno fight!”