Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.
He liked it. No. He loved that about you.
True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not
Tobio Kageyama had just experienced, by far, the most fulfilling school year of his life. Not only did he do well in volleyball, but he grew in the sport, learned how to be a team player, made friends for the first time ever, and took on opponents he never could have won against without the other members of Karasuno. He had definitely been able to open up more to developing social skills with the help of Hinata, Tanaka, Suga, and the rest of his team.
One area where he hadn't made any improvements, however, was where it concerned talking to girls. He'd been trying to figure out how to approach women, but
You were sad again. Ushijima hated when you were sad because it meant you wouldn't play with him. You wouldn't race bikes or set a volleyball or even play tag. He hated that because you were the only kid left in the neighborhood who still played with him despite the fact that he always won. He always won, but you kept accepting his challenges and you never gave up. You were the only kid he could play with and still have any fun.
But when your parents couldn't get their arguments under control, sometimes being loud enough that Ushijima knew they were at it from his own house, and they got you upset, you wouldn't play. Sometimes, you wou
Koutarou Bokuto was in a great mood. He had finally graduated high school and would be going to a college with an excellent volleyball team so that he could continue to play. On top of that, he got to spend tonight with all of his best friends at an awesome party full of free food, volleyball chatter, and loads of cute girls telling him how amazing it was to watch him play at the Spring Nationals.
The only thing that could make this night better would be if he could convince you to dance with him. He had focused so hard on ball throughout high school that he'd never worked out how to actually date someone at the same time. Being outgoing and
God, you are so annoying thought Kei Tsukishima as he caught your gaze and scowled. You scowled right back before returning to the conversation you were having with the other managers from the summer training camp.
You helped manage the team from Shinzen High, and all of the girls from that Kanto training group seemed to get along well. They had accepted the Karasuno managers without problem and had spent a lot of time hanging out as a group. The managers often turned up in the same places as Karasuno between and after matches at the Nationals in Tokyo. That combined with the training camp in the summer and a few other practice matches, he'd