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Kei Tsukishima was focused on one thing, and that thing was volleyball. He had worked his whole life to play in college, and the only certain thing for the future is that he wanted to play professionally as well. Volleyball and his studies were the only thing that really mattered, so he was obviously annoyed when his best friend Tadashi Yamaguchi forced him out of their shared dorm to go to a women’s tennis game. Tsuki couldn’t care less about tennis, but Yamaguchi was a huge fan. Not sure how good their university’s tennis team was, Tsuki had low expectations as he sat down on metal bleachers. He noticed how full this place was, and it wasn’t a small stadium either. “Naomi Ono is like, the best college tennis player right now, everyones suspecting she going to graduate early and go pro,” Yama informed his friend, who’s eyes were stuck on who he assumed to be the Naomi Ono. He couldn’t realistically analysis her height from this angle, but she had deep olive skin and her dark hair was in two tight buns on top of her head. When she turned towards the crowd, Tsuki immediately zoned in on her face. She looked almost… angry? At least very intense, deep set eyes and thick eyebrows that must naturally be pinched together. Her nose was sharp and straight, he was sure that if they were at Karasuno, Tanaka would describe it as a beak. Her lips also seemed to be sculpted into a scowl. She looked so serious, almost reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite place it.
“She kinda reminds me of you,” Yama said unprompted, surprising Tsuki with the comparison. “W-what? I can be intense but im not that scary looking!” He defended himself. “No no, nothing like that,” his friend waved his hand as if he was brushing off Tsukis worries, “You just have to watch her play, youre both so powerful and strategic, its so much fun to watch,” he explained, making the taller boy feel better. Before he could respond, the shorter boy gasped excitedly, the match had begun.
Naomi had the serve, at least that’s what he thought it was called. And Yamaguchi was right, she was incredible. She could angle the ball to the furthest point from her opponent, not only strategic, her arm was a weapon. Throughout the match she fought tirelessly, seemingly not breaking a sweat as she absolutely pummeled her opponent. It was triumphant, glorious, Tsuki was sure that if you searched victory in the dictionary, Naomi Onos face would be there.
The blond boy sat there awestruck, while everyone around him cheered. Tadashi leaned over and whispered in his ear “I told you she was great,” and all he could do was nod.
“Come on lets go say hi,” Yama pulled his friend through the crowd, “if we wait we can probably get her as she’s leaving, I have intro to earth science with her so it wont be too awkward,”
After waiting for a while (an hour but Tadashi refused to leave) Tsuki finally got to see her up close. She was definitely shorter than him, but that was expected, sweat beaded her forehead like a delicately placed crown. A towel hung over her shoulder aswell as a duffel bag. In her hand was her tennis racket, which she held with such gusto you might of thought it was a sword.
“Great game today!” Yamaguchi exclaimed, so flustered his whole face was red. Naomi looked up at the pair with the same intense expression she had earlier. “Thank you!” She replied with a cheery tone that definitely did not match her face.
“I recognize you, you’re in my earth science class, right?” She directed at the shorter, but still taller than her, boy. Yama nodded animatedly. “And you’re on the volleyball team,” Naomi turned to Tsuki.
“How did you know that?” He asked in a tone that could easily be interpreted as defensive, but she didn’t seem to falter. “I remember you from the student athlete orientation,” he stayed silent, he couldn’t fully believe that she could remember him from so long ago, it was flattering.
“Well I have to go, but nice to meet you,” Naomi waved before jogging away into a car waiting for her. Both boys stood in shock.
“Wow,”