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⋆˚࿔ 🍙 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The cafeteria buzzed with conversation as both the boys' and girls' volleyball teams gathered at a long table, chatting and laughing like one big, boisterous group. It was nice, the way everyone seemed to mesh so easily, and I found myself relaxing into the flow of it.
Hanako and Mika had claimed spots next to me, and Osamu and Atsumu sat across the table, their voices dominating most of the conversation.
"So, Yuki," Atsumu said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "What's your specialty on the court? Setter, spiker, or just intimidatin' people with that serious face of yours?"
Before I could answer, Mika interjected. "She's our setter and our captain," she said proudly, giving me a playful nudge. "And she's already got us working harder than we've worked in months."
"Sounds like she's whippin' you lot into shape," Osamu said, smirking as he tossed a piece of bread at his brother. "Better watch out, 'Tsumu. She might take your spot as Inarizaki's MVP."
"As if," Atsumu retorted, catching the bread mid-air. "I'd like to see her try."
"Oh, don't worry," I said, leaning forward with a small smirk. "When I do, you'll be the first to know."
The table erupted into laughter and mock cheers, and I couldn't help but smile. It felt good to banter like this, like I was already part of something bigger than myself.
As the laughter died down and conversations splintered off into smaller groups, I noticed someone hovering near the end of the table. I turned to see a boy from my homeroom—Takumi, I remembered—fiddling with the strap of his bag.
"Um... Kageyama-san?" he said, his voice quiet but audible over the hum of the cafeteria.
I blinked, a little caught off guard. "Yes?"
He stepped closer, his cheeks tinged pink. "I—I just wanted to say... I think you're really pretty."
The table went silent.
My brain scrambled to process his words. "Oh! Uh, thank you," I said, smiling awkwardly.
The silence was short-lived, though, because Atsumu immediately leaned forward, his smirk widening into a full-on grin. "Oi, Takumi-kun, ya just gonna drop that bombshell and run?"
"Shut it, Atsumu," Osamu muttered, though he was clearly holding back laughter.
Takumi's blush deepened as he glanced at Atsumu, then back at me. "I—I just thought you should know. That's all."
Hanako leaned over, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Well, Yuki, looks like you've got fans already."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Can we not make this a big deal?"
