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❝𝚢𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊-𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐?!❞
❝𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖?❞────〖✿❀✿〗────
❝If he sets to his right wing spiker they would be able to get around those blocks.❞
❝Actually, it would be more efficient to go for a fast attack in the middle, that is if that turnip head would actually jump as high as he could.❞
❝And who might you be little girl?❞
❝Yoshikawa Kagami. I'm a setter for-❞
❝Aren't you that girl that wiped out Shiratorizawa's girl's team?❞
❝Yes.❞
❝Impressive. Well, good luck for the future. We have to go now and prepare for our next match. Come on Iwa-chan.❞
It was only a week until the inter high.
Yoshikawa hasn't talked to Kageyama since their three on three, and it looked like he didn't make an effort to contact her either. The brunette was still unsure of what the relationship between them was as of now. Were they rivals? Friends? Friendly rivals? She didn't know, she would like to know, but was too scared to ask about it.
Kaede told her to just talk to him, but what if he already knew what he the relationship between them is? She was just going to embarrass herself. Kagami could already see his stupidly handsome face glaring at her as she asked that question.
"We're obviously [...]! That was such a stupid question, Yoshikawa-san! You're no better than that dumbass Hinata!"
The brunette setter got snapped out of her unpleasant daydream by someone roughly elbowing her in the ribs.
She looked to her side to see that it was Kaede. (Of course it was, who else would it be?) She had a giddy smile on her face, while their captain and vice captain explained the starting line up for the inter high to them via a white board and some markers. Yoshikawa almost forgot that they were doing that...
"So, this is the starting line up. Any questions?" Michimiya asked with a smile. The girl's team didn't have a coach, and the teacher supervising them almost never showed, so all executive decisions fell to her, the captain.
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 | Tobio Kageyama
Fanfic❝𝐂𝐨-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. '𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨�...