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Lunch time: thirty minutes in school that Oikawa dreads.
He walked past a laughing group of teenagers in the hallway. Two girls stared at him while giggling.

He looked down at what he was wearing. Blue hoodie and black faded jeans. He tugged on his bracelet.

Oikawa couldn't breath. He hugged his biology notes and Volleyball club form close to his chest.
Hes good at Volleyball, no doubt but . . . playing in front of loads of people? No thanks.

Oikawa spotted the dark haired boy in the cafeteria, sitting by himself.

Deep breaths.

"Um, h-here," Oikawa gulps. The boy raised an eyebrow.
"The notes you asked for. . ."
"Oh, Right," the boy nodded as he took the notes from Oikawa, "thanks."
Oikawa awkwardly nodded back and decided that it's time to go.

"Wait!"

He turned around.

"Yeah?"

"You dropped something."

The boy handed him a thin white paper.

His Volleyball form.

"Are you any good?" He asks, oikawa noddeds.
"You should join then. I am in the club too and we are in need of good players anyway."

"I uh I'll think about it."

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