Fate , Or Perhaps, Destiny /DISCONTINUED/

˜"*°•.˜"*°• 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟝 - 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞 •°*"˜.•°*"˜

"You always do," your father muttered, watching you jog off to court.

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You kind of just, awkwardly stood to the side for a few seconds when you reached the court. Then a boy with silver hair noticed you and took a step forward, putting a hand out as a greeting. "I'm Semi Eita, it's nice to meet you," he smiled.

"You, too," you grinned, happy that someone else had initiated the conversation. "I'm Tendō Y/n but you may call me Y/n so I don't get mixed up with my cousin over there." You nodded to the other side of the court.

Semi nodded understandingly, throwing the question about whether you and his teammate were related out of his head. "Say, what year are you?"

"3rd year, I transferred because my father got the job as coach," you informed the boy, not questioning his curiosity.

"I take it you have a scholarship? It's pretty rare to get in after the first year exams so you must be good at what you do," Semi commented, genuinely curious about the situation.

"I suppose," you shrugged. "Dad said he got me a scholarship so I assumed it was volleyball-based and never really asked anything about it."

Semi nodded again. "Anyway, these are Soekawa, Yunohama, Kawanishi and Akakura," he introduced, gesturing to your teammates. Then an awkward smile made its way onto his face. "You should probably know that."

"Yeah," you chuckled. "What about the others?"

Of course, Semi was nice enough to make a brief rundown about every person on the team so you knew what you were dealing with. And then, it was time to play.

You stood in the back right with Semi in front of you and Soekawa to your left. In the front middle stood Yunohama, Kawanishi was in front left and Akakura was behind him.

The whistle blew and of course, the other team had the first serve because why should life be easy.

Their ace, as you had learned, bounced the ball a few times before throwing it up in the air and jumping, positioning to swing his arm.

So a lefty, huh? you thought.

The ball came whooshing towards you, the captain was probably aiming for the 'weakest' spot of the team.

You received it flawlessly. You were a lefty yourself and so was your brother who you trained with before he went off to university and since you didn't have to hold back, this was a piece of cake.

An excited grin split your face at the others' baffled faces and you looked at your arms, stinging familiarly at the impact. It's time to really play, baby!