𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // miya osamu

Episode 35

OSAMU

day four;

The whistle from our coach made us end our stretching to let us know that the school we'd be having a match with, arrived. I let out a sigh as I stand up from the floor, dusting my shorts.

We made our greetings to the other players, and change on our vests-like-shirt with our numbers printed on them. Afterward, we did a quick spiking practice before actually starting the game. 

After two minutes of spiking practices, we started lining up and officially start our game. "Let's have a nice game!" Both of our teams exclaim in unison, bowing.

I'm definitely not in the mood today. 

I thought to myself, letting out a sigh as the sight I saw kept replaying on my head. Coincidentally, I am the first server of the game as we try a new rotation today. 

     His hands placed on (Y/N)'s sleeves as he pulls him to his side, closer to him.

Her smile reaching until her eyes as she turns her attention to him

Her arms holding the bouquet with so much care, pretty much like a baby.

Seeing (Y/N) late in the afternoon with a random guy yesterday was a surprise for me. And, I'm trusting my guy that he's not her cousin or any related to her.

Especially on how she smiles at him, how she laughs at his jokes and teases him makes my blood boil.

I click my tongue as my grasp tightens around the ball. The blow of the whistle, signaling me to serve pushes my thoughts away temporarily.

I toss the ball high as I prepare to do a jump serve. As the ball touched my palm, I swing my arm too strong that I intend to make.

out.

"No one asked for a home run!" Atsumu exclaim as he looks at me with a glare.

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(31 - 29)

We lost for the last set, winning one set. After we bid farewell to the other team, I slump myself down on the corner as I wear my jacket. I slouch on the floor, leaning on the wall, feeling not too good today.

"Osamu, you were off your game today," Gin approaches me as he stands beside me followed by Suna and Aran.

I stayed silent, looking down as I've noticed to myself that I didn't really do my best.

"Well, we all have our off days," Gin added, cheering me up. As Suna lets out a snicker, pitching in a bit of remark about Gin's attempt in brightening my mood.

"Talk about passionate," Suna says, snickering at Gin.

"Ya, useless piece of trash," Atsumu snides, knowingly, he stares at me sternly.

I look at him with a stoic face but a sharp look at him, still staying silent.

"Any piece of trash that can't score with those sets should let someone else play already," Atsumu added, an irk mark appearing at the side of your head.