Word Count: 1602
Edited July 2nd, 2020
Your POV
"Is this really happening?"
"You already asked me that. And yes, it is." Iwaizumi says bluntly, oblivious to my growing existential dread. "At least you'll get closure. Right?"
Helpless and unable to explain the situation, I watch the volleyball players known as Daichi, Kageyama, Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Sugawara line up on the endline to attempt to receive Tooru's serve. I figured out their names relatively quickly; it was easy, considering how talkative they all are.
With the exception of Tsukishima- but he's been shooting me dirty looks from the back of the line, so I'm sure he'll go off on me later. I know it's not enough, but I channel all my regret into one facial expression and shoot him puppy dog eyes, hoping he'll understand how sorry I am. Poor Tsukishima! There goes one of my few friends.
Meanwhile, Tooru is preparing to serve. "Who's up?" He asks, bouncing the volleyball at a steady, rapid pace. "Don't even think about being the hero- you're just the first casualty." Undeterred, Daichi steps into the middle of the court.
"Bring it!" He cries, extending his hands out in front of him while crouching low into a defensive stance. Tooru grins in response. Tossing the ball up into the air, he takes a few delicate steps before launching up and hitting a tremendous jump serve. Daichi shuffles towards the end line and barely manages to track the ball's descent.
The ball slams so close to the end line, it's impossible to tell whether it's in or out. "Out!" Daichi proclaims with confidence. I feel both relief and disappointment echo through me. Finally, it's over. But Tooru...
"Well?" Daichi asks Sugawara, rousing me from my thoughts.
I see the silver haired pretty boy turn pale. "Right on the end line!" He tells Daichi, who clenches his fists in anger.
"Da-" He stops. "-darn it!" I notice Sugawara sigh in relief and glance at the tangerine looking boy, who clearly didn't notice Daichi's near miss. Sugawara and Daichi are most definitely the team parents.
Tanaka steps forward to take Daichi's place, noticeably confident. He's definitely the cool, drunk uncle.
"Don't worry Daichi-san- I'll make sure this shitty boy gets his just desserts!" Tooru just smiles and waves off the threat.
"Get ready." He warns with a teasing smirk. Goodness he's hot. I think to myself, admiring the way his eyes gleam in the face of competition. His muscles flex as he crouches into another serve approach, his arms flying back like wings. He delivers another powerful jump serve, close to the sideline. Tanaka dives for it honorably, but as soon as his hands meet the ball, a loud thump echoes through the gym.
"Sweet potato Patty!!" Tanaka yelps, the ball bouncing off his hands and out of bounds. "That hurt like a bi-"
"Okay Tanaka, you can stop right there! I'll handle this." Sugawara interjects, once again shooting a look at the innocent tangerine. Sadly, he also fails to receive Tooru's killing serve- it leaves his skin scalding red before launching into the back wall.
A short boy steps up next. Nishinoya, I think? "It ends here!" He yells with passion, winking at the Karasuno manager as he strides onto the court. She really is beautiful, but she doesn't look interested, or even a little impressed. However, a simple nod in his direction is enough for Nishinoya's cheeks to flush with pride. "FOR YOU, KIYOKO SAN!"
Hinata's eyes widen in awe. "So cool senpai!!!" He squeals. Nishinoya sends him a cheeky grin before his features harden in concentration.
"Here ya go, cool haired kid!" Tooru crows. Cool haired kid?
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