Asahi!

"Ace"

Karasuno High School, The "Fallen Crows". A overall mediocre high school to attend, that's why you attended.

Second semester has been quite boring so far, you picked a Tech class, and a P.E Class as your electives. Tech is easy. However in P.E, a third year caught your eye.

Taking a glance as your running laps, you see a third year, a scary-looking, manbunned, tall, male. He has beautiful brown eyes, his black pupils complement the shade of them when reflected in the sunlight. He has a tiny beard on his chin, below his neck however there's no full beard. It still looks good on him however.

You've seen him play on your first year of attending Karasuno High, this is the same gym his team plays in you believe. he's timid when confronted, but when he's encouraged by his team members, especially that short libero with the random streaks of green dyed hair, he can do anything with a volleyball. Earning him the nickname "Karasunos Ace"

"Karasunos Ace, Hu-" is what you say to yourself before you get interrupted in your own train of thought, crashing your face into a wall. Embarrassing to say the least.

The Third Year takes a glance, in-fact everyone is! It's scary, some laughing and gossiping, but him, he's different. He gives a concerned look on his face. He doesn't approach you however, because of his timid ness.

You overhear his name being called by your classmate, Ryunosuke Tanaka, from your Civics class talk to the unknown third year. Tanaka is odd to say the least, always excited when volleyball is mentioned, he's a Wing Spiker, so he rakes in tons of points. "Hello? Earth to Asahi?" Tanaka blurts out trying to get Asahi's attention while he's walking towards you.

Asahi's handsome brown eyes still have a glance on your half conscious body. Looking Highly scared and concerned, "His names Asahi!" Is the last thing you think and remember before you woke up in the nurses office.

Tired, barely able to mutter a sentence, you stutter asking the nurse "Who brought me to the nurses office?" She said something to respond, but you can't understand, not answering back, half on the verge of sleep.

You rest your warm arms on the bed, and tilt your head to the left, adjusting to the soft pillow, as you drift into sleep, you could be hallucinating, but you see a glimpse of a brown hair follicle on a piece of your clothing, the exact shade and texture as Asahi's.