☾ *̣̩⋆̩ ✧ ───「 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 」
in which: an unusual girl comes to karasuno, and a certain blonde-haired boy tries to act as if she doesn't affect h...
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"inter-high preliminaries begin next month on june 2nd."
nova stared blankly at takeda and coach ukai as they spoke in detail about the upcoming matches. she'd basically had it set in her mind that karasuno wouldn't win as soon as ukai mentioned that 60 teams were competing. it was a bit disappointing, she would've liked to see kenma again...
isn't miyagi a smaller prefecture? if 60 teams are playing, then at least double the amount will probably be playing for the tokyo inter-high, so it will be even harder for nekoma to go to nationals. they are still better than karasuno though-
"oi. pay attention."
tsukishima's hand appeared in front of her face, a teasing smirk on his own. nova blinked a few times, trying to will her eyes to focus on what was in front of her instead of her wandering thoughts.
she frowned up at tsukishima once he lowered his hand, while he only raised a brow with a blank face. (he was smirking less than a minute ago, how...)
she was still wary of him since she thought he looked fairly aggravated earlier when she'd gone to talk to kenma before the practice match. he acted the same as usual since, though. accidentally, her gaze slid over to him as she brewed over his reaction.
tsukishima glanced over at her a few seconds later, apparently feeling her gaze, and nova blinked before quickly focusing on ukai, who was currently describing the different teams they'd be playing against (boring).
unbeknownst to her, tsukishima kept looking at nova for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. sighing softly, he turned away, while yamaguchi gazed at him with concern painted across his face from beside him.
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"psst! miako!"
nova paused in her cleaning of the gym windows and looked towards the sound of shimizu's voice. the black-haired girl was waving her towards where she stood just inside the doorway of the equipment room as if she was a spy in a scene where she had to keep herself hidden from the suspects.
with a furrowed brow, nova slowly walked towards her with the cleaning spray and rag she'd been using clutched loosely in her hands. she stopped a few feet away from shimizu and blinked at her, wondering why she'd stopped her in the middle of her work.
