"In the symphony of my life, your voice was the melody that struck the deepest chord, awakening a harmony I never knew existed."
Tsukishima Kei, the aloof and enigmatic middle blocker, His sharp wit and biting sarcasm served as a formidable defense...
During class time, (Y/n) had always been a prodigy, her exceptional intelligence and unwavering dedication setting her apart from her peers. Her teachers were in awe of her abilities, and she had quickly become the talk of the school, her classmates both impressed and envious of her remarkable achievements.
However, (Y/n) was not the only genius in the classroom. Tsukishima Kei, with his sharp wit and analytical mind, was a formidable intellectual force, often matching (Y/n)'s brilliance with his own. The two would engage in lively discussions and debates, each determined to outshine the other.
Despite their academic prowess, the dynamic between (Y/n) and Tsukishima was a curious one. While (Y/n) approached each challenge with enthusiasm and a thirst for knowledge, Tsukishima remained aloof and disinterested, often dismissing his peers' accomplishments with a casual wave of his hand.
One day, as the class delved into a particularly complex literature analysis, both (Y/n) and Tsukishima raised their hands, eager to share their insights. The teacher, impressed by their eagerness, called on Tsukishima first.
Tsukishima stood, his expression impassive as he began to dissect the passage, his words measured and precise. (Y/n) listened intently, her eyes narrowing as she mentally noted each of his points, ready to counter them with her own analysis.
When Tsukishima finished, the class erupted in applause, but the blond merely shrugged, his gaze sweeping over the room with a hint of disdain.
"Nicely done, Tsukishima-kun," the teacher said, turning to (Y/n). "And what do you have to add, (Y/n)-san?"
(Y/n) rose, her eyes burning with determination. "Well, Tsukishima-kun made some excellent points, but I believe there's another layer of meaning that he overlooked."
She then launched into a detailed, thoughtful analysis, her words flowing effortlessly as she wove together a compelling interpretation of the text. Tsukishima listened, his brow furrowing slightly, and when (Y/n) finished, the class once again erupted in applause.
Tsukishima, however, merely scoffed, earning him a few confused glances from his classmates."Tch, as expected. You just couldn't help but try to one-up me, could you, (Y/n)?"
(Y/n) felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I-I wasn't trying to one-up you, Tsukishima-kun. I was simply sharing my own perspective on the text."
Tsukishima regarded her for a moment, his amber eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "Whatever. Just don't expect me to start fawning over you like the rest of these morons."
With that, he sat down, leaving (Y/n) to stare at him, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. She couldn't understand why Tsukishima was so determined to dismiss her, even in the face of her own brilliance.
As the days passed, the dynamic between the two prodigies only seemed to intensify. They would regularly engage in heated debates, each determined to prove their superiority, but no matter how much (Y/n) tried to reach out to Tsukishima, he remained stubbornly cold and aloof.
Despite his constant rejection, (Y/n) couldn't help but be drawn to the enigmatic blond. There was something about his sharp wit and unyielding spirit that fascinated her, and she was determined to unravel the mystery that was Tsukishima Kei.
The sound of squeaking sneakers and the rhythmic thud of a volleyball echoed through the gymnasium as the Karasuno volleyball team practiced their drills. (Y/n) had always been a passionate observer of the sport, often staying late to watch the players hone their skills.
(Time skip)
On this particular day, (Y/n) found herself drawn to the court, her eyes fixed on the tall, lanky figure of Tsukishima as he moved with a graceful, almost effortless power. She couldn't help but admire the way he read the plays, his long arms extending to block the ball with precision.
Lost in her observations, (Y/n) didn't notice when Tsukishima caught her gaze. His golden eyes narrowed, and his expression hardened as he made his way over to the sidelines, towering over her with an icy demeanor.
"I didn't ask for your attention, (Y/n)-san," Tsukishima said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "If you're just here to gawk, I'd suggest finding something else to occupy your time."
(Y/n) felt her heart sink at his harsh tone, and she instinctively took a step back. "I-I wasn't gawking, Tsukishima-kun," she stammered, her confidence wavering under his frosty glare. "I was just watching the practice, like I said."
Tsukishima's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "Hmph, as if I care about your reasons. Just keep your observations to yourself, unless you want to get in my way."
With that, he turned and stalked back to the court, his every movement radiating a chilling indifference that sent a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine.
She stood there, feeling small and insignificant in the face of Tsukishima's icy dismissal. The warmth and excitement she had felt earlier had been replaced by a sense of disappointment and self-doubt.
"Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him," (Y/n) thought to herself, her gaze downcast. "I just wanted to show him that I'm not just some ordinary observer, but now he's probably even more annoyed with me."
As the practice continued, (Y/n) found herself withdrawing further into the shadows, her once-fervent interest in the game dwindling in the face of Tsukishima's cold rejection. She couldn't help but wonder if she had truly bitten off more than she could chew in challenging the aloof blond.
a spark of determination still flickered within her. She wasn't about to give up so easily, not when she knew she had the skills and knowledge to match Tsukishima's own. She would just have to find a way to break through his icy exterior, even if it meant facing his disdain and indifference head-on.
Coach ukai POV: The boys are practicing really well when someone caught my attention, it was Tsukishima and that girl? Who is she? I murmured "She must be the new girl" i thought to my self.
As i was observing her while she's observing the boys, i noticed that she was good at observing their technique and weakness huh.......
Without thinking i approached her and give her a proposal to become our manager, of course i give her a time to think about it
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Hi there! I'm thinking of Ending this book even though no one is reading it, but still will finish it for the future yk~
-Author-saaaannnn
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