It's just a crush. . .
Is what Haruki Suzuki (OC) thought, every time she saw Kei Tsukishima. Her heart races, her cheeks turn red, her palms feel sweaty, and her eyes can't help but stare at the four-eyes figure.
But even so, she knew this crush w...
"Damn it," a teenage boy with a blonde-dyed mohawk tearing in dismay.
It was the first night of the volleyball retreat and the distressed boy could not help but shed tears. Yaku (libero of the Nekoma's boy volleyball team) looked over to his junior to see him on his knees.
"Dramatic," he mentally thought, however, spoke with curiosity, "Taketora, what's that matter,"
"Don't tell me a girl rejected you?" Kuroo teased with an amused grin.
The mohawk boy sniffled the snot that was running down his nose before wailing.
Both of them could only sweatdrop at the sobbing teammate. Perplexed by the words that were spewing out of his mouth, yet Kuroo then spoke.
"Speak properly Take Take. We cannot understand your gibberish,"
Taketora sniffled and whimpered before taking a huge breath to say. "Shibayama saw and greeted the third manager of Karasuno - AND GREETED HIM BACK!" He begins to exclaim in torment, "DAMN IT!!!!! THEY HAVE A SEXY MANAGER, A CUTE MANAGER!!!!" his expression turned terror, "and to make it even worse. . . THEY HAVE AN ADORABLE MANAGER!~!~!~!~"
"Calm down Taketora. . . maybe you'll see her too," Yaku begins to give the second-year student some hope.
"Maybe? Maybe?! MAYBE!!!!! AH~ I CAN'T LIVE OFF OF A MAYBE!!! SHIBAYAMA SAID THAT HE ALMOST WENT TO HEAVEN SEEING HER BEAUTY - I WANT TO FEEL THAT WAY TOO!!!!"
Suddenly, his proclamation ended when Kuroo threw his slipper at the back of Taketora's head.
"Enough screaming," he scolded.
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