This Assassin will not let this Volleyball Player down!

4

"Straighten those beautiful arms now!"

You did as you were told, hands clasped behind your back as your arms snapped to be straight. Your foot in front of the other, it's like he's trying to give you a pose that makes you childish . . . or even innocent. Tobio internally groaned at the strenuous session, fingers itching to hold his volleyball and practice his toss.

This french half Japanese fashionista/fashion designer, Ito Alcide, as eccentric as he was flamboyant. The clothes he designed for you were; a baby blue barrette, a floppy white long-sleeved shirt slightly tucked in sea-green shorts that stop at knee-length. For his feet were white converse with dark blue outlines. He said it was to match your sapphire blue eyes and dark hair, aesthetics you suppose. You were no designer but you could tell that it fits you pretty well.

Tobio could care less about clothing, preferring to practice his tosses in his room. You sigh in fondness, he was like the baby brother you never had. And that's saying stuff since you were the youngest.

The place you were at was one of the bridges in Miyagi, the natural background with the clean water and stone bridge makes it a perfect place for taking pictures. No wonder Ito-san chose this place the moment he saw it.

You groaned as your arms stretch over your head, hearing the satisfying pops and cracks of your stiff bones. You were given a 15-minute break by your Ito-san, giving you enough time for a snack. There were shops around the area and since Tobio and you were famished, you decided to have some milk and some sweets. You had your cravings too, and that craving was sweets.

You had a sweet tooth, much to the surprise of your friends in your old life, Tobio didn't care and just found it cute. The only Japanese sweet you had in your old life was mochi, so you both settled at that. After you got the carton of milk, after Tobio pressed two buttons on the vending machine, you strolled around the area for any sweets shops.

You passed three shops and you still couldn't find the shop you wanted. Tobio internally huffed at your pickiness while you internally swatted at him, your tongue has specific taste buds so you had to be careful. You furrowed your brows as you saw that this shop had nothing that appealed to you, groaning at your misfortune.

"Is there any good sweets around here?" You muttered, a hand rubbing over your face before sipping your milk in the other. Surely there had to be shops that had the good stuff? Chocolate bars that are not too heavy yet not too light, not too bitter not too sweet, not too dry not too creamy?

'Let's just go back. We have only five minutes before we have to pose again.' You could hear the annoyance as he says pose. At this point, you were about to give in and head back if it wasn't for a teasing voice catching your attention.

"Oh, what's the King of the Court doing here?"

Tobio internally flinched at the name, making you steel any warm feelings you had as you turned to the voice. Behind you was a very familiar spiky redhead with wide eyes the same color and obviously taller than you. Beside him was an obviously familiar and recognized man that looms over you with his height, sharp olive eyes, hair the same color as his eyes, and a bulky yet lean figure.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, the number one ace in Miyagi and Shiratorizawa's cannon. While Tobio didn't remember the other guy, you remember his plays and scarily accurate guess blocking. His name on the court suits him quite well. The Guess Monster, Tendou Satori.

Tendou-san peers at you with interest while Ushijima-san stares at you with curiosity, it unnerves you yet you steeled yourself. "Ushijima-san and Tendou-san."

The ace blinks. "You recognize us." not a question but a fact. You nodded. "How could I not recognize two of Shiratorizawa's players?" A blunt response with subtle flattery was your way. "It would be disrespectful to not acknowledge the players of Miyagis' champions."