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THE LUNCH BELL TOLLS, liberating students of their strenuous subjects from their schoolwork and activities and thrilling them because they can now mingle with their classmates and friends.

Everyone in 1-5 dashed over to (M/ Name)'s table, only to find it unoccupied. They were disappointed because they had been looking forward to speaking with him, but they figured they could do it later.

'That, that was so close! Good thing (M/Name)–kun got out of the classroom quickly... Otherwise, he would've been mauled by those guys' questions!' Yachi shivered.

She's never been good at interacting with people, let alone kids her age. So it came as a surprise to her that her first ever friend was someone who is soon to become a popular—although she has a feeling he was already popular the moment he stepped into the school—among both the staff and students of different years.

And she can't imagine herself in (M/ Name's) shoes; even if she tried, she'd pass out.

Yachi sighed, 'I'm pretty lucky, huh? (M/Name)–kun is neither egocentric nor patronising. Despite his deadpan expression, he's actually sweet and considerate once you get to know him. But he has a very attractive face, so it's no surprise that everyone likes him...' She shook her head, slapping both hands on her flaming cheeks, disconcerting the students around her.

'Y, you can't think of indecent thoughts like that! He's your first friend and it's not l-like he'll be interested in you anyways!'

(M/Name), who walked down the corridor eloquently, fought the temptation to sneeze but failed. 'Is someone talking about me? Must be Ecklies...' he thought.

'I think there's a vending machine near by around here—'

"Ah!" When he rounded the corner, he accidentally bumped into a female, premised on their voice.

The female in question, engrossed in her thoughts, brushed up against something hard but soft. The impact was enough to knock her off her feet, and gravity did its job of dragging her down to the ground without compunction.

The stunning dark-haired lady closed her eyes only to feel sculpted arms coil snugly around her waist, preventing her from collapsing.

Her cat-like grey eyes widened slightly as she looked up at her savior, and a small gasp passed through her creamy lips. The sound of fluttering papers reaching the ground was heard just then, having fallen from her slack grip in her moment of stupor.

If you ask Kiyoko what she thinks about good looking people, she'll either shrug or concede that they're attractive but not much more. But seeing this man in front of her stirred something inside of her. It was a blissfully fuzzy and warm sensation she had no idea she was capable of feeling.

"I'm...sorry for...bumping...into you." (M/Name) said, quickly picking up the papers that has fallen to the floor with ease.

He looked at the papers in his hand and froze slightly and saw that those papers were application forms, and what more was that it was for the volleyball club.

"Ah, no don't worry about it. It was my fault for not paying attention. My name is Kiyoko Shimizu, a third-year here in Karasuno." Kiyoko said calmly, gingerly taking the stacked papers from the male's hands when she unwittingly grazed her hand with his.

Immediately, she drew her hand back, as if it touched something hot. The tip of her ears glows as she recalled the jolts that shot up through her arm. Pushing up her silver glasses, she diverts her gaze away from him, embarrassed.

Is this what people are feeling when they see her? Because she now understands why their gazes are drawn to her like moths to a flame, and why they are quick to become embarrassed if they do something even slightly inadvertent. But when compared to his allure, her beauty—no, a God's beauty—virtually seems nonexistent.

"I'm (L/Name) (M/Name)...first-year... It's nice to...meet you, Kiyoko–senpai." He bowed.

'Oh? He's the rumored first-year student that everyone was talking about. They are, however, correct. Seeing him in person demonstrates how words fail to adequately describe his good looks.'

"It's nice to meet you to, (L/Name)–san." She bowed back.

"(M/Name) is fine... I'm not used..to...being...called by my...last name." He said, rubbing his nape awkwardly.

Kiyoko's heart thumped vociferously at the cute sight. Despite his towering stature, (M/Name) was a sweetheart, a cutie who needed to be shielded from the world's cruelties.

"How cute..." She cooed softly.

"Did...you...say something?"

"I said of course, I'll call (M/Name) if that's what you want." She easily covered up her error with a straight face.

"Ok...um...senpai?" (E/c) orbs focused on the dark-haired beauty's eyes, staring deeply as Kiyoko's sense of self-awareness faded.

"Hm?" She hummed, her voice wedged in her throat.

"Those papers... They're...application forms, right?"

"Oh, yes! What about them?"

"I...remembered that...some clubs...still...have open...spots. Especially volleyball." He articulated.

"Ah, are you perhaps interested?" Kiyoko inquired, her voice steady as a rock, but she was giddy inside, hoping that (M/Name) would be interested in joining the vbc.

He simply nodded, unfazed by the sultry senior's scintillating form.

"I'm glad! Here, I need you to fill out this application form for the volleyball club first, and then we can go to the gym together once school's dismissed." Kiyoko handed him a form to fill out.

"Mhm..."

Using the wall as a table, (M/Name) quickly filled out the form with a pen from his pocket before stuffing it inside his bag.

"Done already?"

"Yes..."

"Ok, good! Then I'll come pick you up from your class, ok? I'll see you later, (M/Name)–san." Kiyoko smiled, a smile she didn't think she'd ever given anyone until she met (M/Name).

'Oh... She's very—'

"— Pretty..."

Kiyoko faltered, losing her cool. 'Pretty... Could he mean...me?'

"Yes, I think...you're pretty." He said, as if reading her mind.

"I— T, thank you..." Consider Kiyoko suprised! It's her first to ever stutter and that, in itself, is a feat no one has ever accomplished.

"May I know what class you're in? It'd be easier for me to find you then." 

"No, it's ok. I...can probably...find...the gym myself."

"No, I insist. So, please, allow this senior of yours to guide you." Kiyoko solicited, totally not using it as an excuse to walk with him.

'Ahh, I guess it's fine. She looks kind of persistent and I'd feel bad if I turn her down, twice.'

"Hm, I'm in...class 1-5, senpai."

Her heart sings and her stomach flutters with butterflies as she beams. "So, (M/Name)–san, I'm going ahead. Be cautious and avoid colliding with anyone else!"

"Yes." He droned.

With amused, (e/c) eyes, (M/Name) watches Kiyoko walk, almost skip, away from the dreamlike male. Until the bell rang and his stomach rumbled in perfect harmony.

He became depressed after coming to an important realization.

"Ah, I didn't get to eat."

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