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- 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻.

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FOR SOME REASON, THE 2012 SPRING TOURNAMENT WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL MOMOKA EVER EXPERIENCED. if you asked shirofuku momoka to pin it down to one reason, there wasn't anything she could possibly say. however, it was simply just a feeling she could not put down. it made her feel uneasy and stressed out — or at least more so than usual.

it wasn't really anything much except the presence of new challengers karasuno high school, who had replaced shiratorizawa. was she possibly worried because karasuno was only an emerging powerhouse returning to its previous strength? or, was she worried because inarizaki had beaten shiratorizawa previously that year, so she was sure they would beat them again? either way, momoka was losing her mind just a little bit.

after the opening ceremony, inarizaki was excused from the first round of matches. (after all, they were the second place team at the interhigh, so they were seeded.) their first match would be with karasuno the second day, so her and atsumu were observing karasuno's first match with tsubakihara, who had lost to shiratorizawa in the interhigh earlier that year.

osamu, suna, and ginjima were studying the shiratorizawa game tape that momoka had gotten copied for the team. she had also gotten a copy of the team notes to give to them, listing their opponents' strengths and weaknesses in a cute little packet. (atsumu came with her because he planned on putting off that reading until later.) (momoka knew full well that none of her friends had read that packet yet.)

"i'm excited to see karasuno play," momoka said, grinning from ear to ear. "let's see what strong players are goin' up against our team." her brown eyes flashed with anticipation as she stared down onto the orange court.

"yer gonna lose yer mind if you keep on lookin' at them that creepily, momo," atsumu told her.

"huh?" she tilted her head to the side, confused. "whatcha talkin' about, atsumu?"

"never mind."

momoka stared at atsumu with the same confused expression but didn't question it further. she was sure that atsumu would just tell her if he really had something to say. that was the way it's always been with atsumu. instead, she turned her attention to the game, which was progressing at an uncertain pace.

"say, atsumu, doesn't it look like karasuno's playin' a little off today?" she asked him. "those shiratorizawa tapes had them playin' which much better performances than this."

atsumu watched the black-haired setter toss the ball, not matching up with the orange-haired spiker. instead, the spiker hit the ball with his head, landing the freak shot. "that was a shitty toss."

"you're right," momoka nodded. "look, karasuno's subbin' in a pinch server."

a green-haired pinch server stepped up to the court, stealing a few points with his serves. momoka's eyes lit up in excitement, grabbing onto atsumu's arm. "didja see that, atsumu? i wanna see that jump floater against our receivers."

with a smile, atsumu moved his gaze away from the game to the smaller girl next to him. "are you a sadist or somethin'? last time you wanted me to suffer against a setter that was better than me."

not skipping a beat, momoka turned to him with a sly smile. "when the team visits the court tonight for last minute practice, are ya sayin' you'll let me critique yer serves, atsumu-kun?"