❝y/n-senpai! will you go out with me!❞
you sighed, pausing your action of writing, looking dead into his eyes, ❝no, nishinoya.❞
you had been going to karasuno for three weeks now, joining the volleyball club upon sugawara's request and constant comments about it. in doing so, you've become well aquatinted with most of the players, the second and third years flocking towards you in order to get to know the 'oh-so mysterious transfer.' kiyoko giggled from beside you, though trying to stifle it. she's happy she's not the only one in the boys' spotlight now.
❝kiyoko-senpai! what about you?❞ nishinoya turned to the other girl, a hopeful glint in his honey eyes. she merely shook her head with a dismissive smile and walked off to the coach, journal in hand. nishinoya began to sulk at the double rejection, yet perked up once tanaka called to him.
sugawara smiled from afar, feeling joy reverberate in every bone in his body. he knows he shouldn't be happy his junior got rejected by his newly-deemed friend, but what's the harm in it if they have no clue about it? he grabs another volleyball, about to serve it across the court as he was assigned to do.
the second year whined at some offhand comment his counterpart made, leaning on your shoulder dramatically, which you paid no mind to. you didn't mind physical contact, it being a fairly common thing in america. all you did was pat his head, leaving him there, and continue writing on your clipboard as you surveyed the players.
the angel-like setter saw this small act of intimacy - god he hated calling it that - and his eyes went wide at the soft smile that played on your lips. this made him stumble, messing up his serve, the ball coming for you and nishinoya instead of over the net. you pushed the oblivious dual-toned teen away, putting your pen in the hand that held the clipboard, and quickly caught the ball in your dominant.
❝do i need to teach you how to serve, ko, or are you capable of doing it yourself?❞
the short second year beamed at how "badass" you were, his loud best friend joining in. koshi scratched the nape of his neck, an apologetic smile gracing his lips, ❝my bad, y/n!❞
but honestly, he really wasn't sorry. he captured your attention, and that will forever remain a win in his book.
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