It's You | yakulev

10- Fukurodani PON PON PON!!!

Lev's POV:

"HEY HEY HEYYY!!!" A loud male voice sounded from the other side of the doors to the gym. I nearly jumped in surprise at that, dude sounded as if he was talking in all caps.

"BokuBROO!" Our captain, Kuroo, yelled back. I watched as he practically sprinted across the other side of the gym, swinging open the heavy doors.

"KUBROOO!"

A tall, muscular guy entered the gym, smacking Kuroo hard on the shoulder as they both erupted in laughter. I kept my eyes on the new boy, subconsciously fiddling with a volleyball in my hands. He had broad shoulders and a wide muscular chest, his thighs were thick and well-built too- but what really drew me to him wasn't his impressive physique- but rather his spiked up hair that had black streaks running through it. He looks like an owl. I thought, shifting my focus to the rest of his team.

Standing close to him was another tall raven-haired boy. He had a leaner body as compared to the explosive ball of energy beside him, and he held a beautiful cobalt blue in his eyes. Wow...he is really...pretty? Handsome guys were common, but a pretty guy though? Now that's something you don't see every day. The mysterious boy had perfectly slanted eyes with thin pupils, a slim straight nose, and lips that parted ever so slightly as he looked at the loud boy next to him.

Pretty boy is #5, the explosive guy is #4- where is their captain? I searched the rest of their team, looking for the missing number.

"Ah, Fukurōdani is here." Yaku-san walked up from behind me, standing beside me as we watched the team make their entrance into the gym.

"Yaku-san, who's the spiky white and black haired guy? He seems to be the captain of the team but his shirt isn't #1?" I asked, curious.

"Eh? That's Bokuto Koutaro. He's the captain of the team and also plays as their ace. His shirt though...I heard he doesn't wear #1 like the other captains do because he wanted his number to be next to his best friend's." Yaku pointed slightly at the pretty boy I recognised walking next to him.

"Who is he?" While Bokuto and Kuroo continued chatting loudly while making their way to the center of the gym, the pretty boy lagged a little behind them, wearing an emotionless expression.

"Akaashi Keiji."
"He's the team's setter." Yaku explained.

A whistle blew, redirecting our attention to coach Nekomata calling everyone to circle up. "Remember everything I told you when we practiced. Don't let your guard down- especially against their team." Yaku warned, before jogging with me to meet up with the rest.

While our team stood in a circle, I snuck another glance at Fukurōdani, seeing them all rounded up too and discussing something before cheering. Do they already have a strategy against us? I wondered. I focused back my attention to my team, and joined them in levelling my arm so all our fists met in the middle.

"Oretachi wa ke-tsu-e-ki da!" Kuroo began.
We are the blood.

"Todokouri naku nagarero,"
That flows smoothly.

"Sanso o mawase,"
And circulates oxygen.

"'Nou' ga," I noticed Kuroo give a small glance to Kenma who was beside him.
So that the brain.

"Seijou ni hataraku tameni." He finished.
Can work normally.

I was no doubt confused by Kuroo's speech, but shrugged it off as I saw the other teammates reacting normally to it. They really take pride in this little ritual. Everyone wore confident smiles, proud and anticipating, at the upcoming match. I looked at Yaku-san briefly, catching a bright smile on his face. His gaze suddenly flicked towards mine, and our eyes met. Thump. My heart skipped a beat at his eye contact.