a/n: srry its been a few days since i updated, ive been busy over the weekend doing...things
pls dont h8 for not updating lol ill squeeze a few out in the next few days
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(Major time skip due to taking like 7 chapters to go through 2 days)
After your surprisingly bareable walk home with Tsukishima, he became more -no that's the wrong word- less irritating and the weeks seemed to fly by. Your practice was going well as long as your relationship with your team. You'd all often frequent the same little restaurant to keep in touch both outside of school and practice. When you weren't at your own practice you'd go and watch the volleyball team, occaisonally helping out with blocking, and trying to explain your powerful jumps. As powerful as they were however, they were no match for Hinata. Due to you often being at volleyball practice, your familial bond with Kinoshita grew, and you'd usually hang with him and his close friends during volleyball. Today was one of those days.
"I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag."
"You..." que inaudible screechng from yourself. "LIPSTICK in my VALENTINO bag?" you finished, laughing loudly with both Narita and Kinoshita. Ennoshita was just looking between the three of you with a look that just screamed 'I'm done.' "Aw cheer up Enno-chan! Get with the vines." you told him. He just rolled his eyes as you four began to engage in a conversation.
After talking to one another for about five minutes, Takeda and Daichi call everyone over. You not actually being a part of the team, sit on a bench, away from the meeting, giving them privacy. As you sat down, your eyes caught Yachi's, a girl you had just met today. She was a 'trial manager' or something along those lines, next of kin for when the third years leave. You took a liking to her and found her adorable, however her overly jittery personality left you feeling somewhat annoyed. Sending her a quick smile, you pulled your drink out and blocked out what they were discussing, lost in your thoughts.
"Hurry up and wipe that away!" your mindless thinking was broken when you heard coach Ukai yell out. His words were followed by a loud cheer from the boys and you saw both Noya and Hinata jump rather excitedly. You smiled over to Takeda and Ukai as they noticed you in the distance and they smiled back. All the boys then broke out in excited chatter and you couldn't help but feel curious. As if someone could read minds, there was a voice next to you.
"Curious are we?"
"Ah, Tsukishima!" you tilted your head back to meet his stare. It was hard but held no hostility and your lips formed a grin. "I am indeed. Why's everyone so pumped up for?" you both began to walk over to everyone.
"Just some practice match tomorrow." your eyes widened at his words, you too feeling the hype for them all.
Suddenly a small ball of ginger jumped up in your face. "Come watch! Come watch! Oh please (l/n)-san come watch the practice match!" Hinata basically begged, loudly too. This caused the attention to be shifted to you and you couldn't help but feel uncomfortble. Stepping back slightly you began to fiddle with your fingers and looked at some of the players.
"I, uh, well-" you started, only to be cut off by Noya and Tanaka.
"Yeah come watch-"
"You'll get to see how great your senpai's are!"
This caused you to giggle. "Uh, well sure. I-if it's ok with the rest of you. A-and with you too Ukai-san."
The older male gave you a nod, his arms crossed over his chest. Daichi then spoke up, telling you it was completely fine. Kinoshita jokingly said that you could take over Hinata's place as a middle blocker, as everyone began to leave, which caused the ginger to jump and shout in protest. It made you happy. This made you very happy indeed. You let out a sigh.
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