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⌗ 32:
Dear Diary,
I woke up early again today, just like I always do. I made my bed, took a shower, and then called out to the others for breakfast. After finishing my meal, I found myself alone in our shared room. I took the time to tidy up a bit, cleaning the floor and organizing some of the mess left by my teammates.
I wanted to write about something that’s been on my mind lately. After that small, unexpected incident with Iwaizumi-san’s hands, I’ve become increasingly aware of her presence. Little details stand out now—like how she’s wearing her hair in a loose bun today, or how she quietly assisted the other managers as they filled the plates for practice. I also noticed how she engages with our team, even when they tease her a little too much.
We have about an hour to prepare for our next practice match, and I know I’ll see her again, especially since she’ll be with Coach on the bench while I wait as a backup player.
I can’t quite place what’s causing this odd behavior of mine, but I feel like it’s something I need to figure out.
Yours truly,
Shinsuke.
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Fanfiction✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ This Journal belongs to Kita Shinsuke. In which the Captain of Inarizaki's Volleyball Team received a blank notebook from a stranger, and eventually makes it his own journal.
