Served Smut

Cutting Classes

It was a bright sunny day outside as I sit down on my chair, looking at my classmates as I prepare the usual school supplies I need. I cleared the desk and I fixed my uniform, it's still fit and it doesn't really go with my body size. Another day of listening to lectures, another day of being locked in this social prison, another day of torture.

I'm Sugawara Rina, a third year high school student in Oikawa high. I don't do anything that has sports as its main focus. You won't see me walking in the court, instead, you'll see me at the broadcasting room. I'm usually the one who talks for announcements and for school gatherings. You'll hear me through the speaker as the cheerful and bubbly girl, but no one really knows what I am. Except for one special guy.

I'm talking about Nakanishi Satoru, the official spiker of the volleyball men's team. His teammates usually call him the black lion for his superior strength and coordination of both arms and legs. His hair is ebony black with a single highlight of white, that's why he was called like that. His appearance in the court always paralyzes the enemy, and with such brute force he owns each match and wins. He was that kind of guy, the sporty dude, and I as his girlfriend is the complete opposite. But it was alright. 

Sitting near my desk and reviewing the lessons yesterday, I hear hushed voices and gossips about things I don't usually care about. The winner of the basketball tournament on TV, the hair color that they're gonna dye for themselves, the upcoming summer break. Those topics were unknown to me, so I sat, reading and writing symbols and numbers on my notebook.  The door opens and we hear a muffled apology for busting in the classroom.  Girls stared and giggled at the student while the guys threw a volleyball at him. 

"Catch it!" The guy said. There was a sudden shake at the end of his voice, the wavering sound that tells somebody that something's going to happen, and it's not good. I hear a loud bump, the ball having a quick collision with something hard yet fleshy, like a huge palm. It was loud enough to be heard in the room. And so the other students turned, checking out the incident. Their worrying faces changed as they gave up a satisfying sigh.

Curiously, I turned, seeing the black lion with the cheeky smirk printed on his mouth. His huge and calloused right hand held on the ball, like he was just holding a regular apple. "Ah Ryo don't just throw balls at me! I might miss it and you might break something precious."

"Sheesh Satoru trust in yourself more. I wouldn't throw the ball if I didn't trust you that much," Ryo said, walking past my table and confronting him with a gleeful look. He does the handshake with him and takes the ball away from his curled palm.  "Ooh your palm is bright red! Have you been warming up this early for the match with Touka high?"

"Yeah I've never competed with them, so I'm kinda nervous." He said with a short chuckle.

"They aren't that strong, though they are not that weak too. I could say they're the average."

"Oh-"

"But be careful, the blockers are mighty tall and the libero is as quick as a lightning bolt!"

"Are you kidding me? That's nothing!" A student says to Ryo. "We're talking about the black lion here, the king of the volleyball court!"