Transparent [Tsukishima Kei x Reader]

S 05

You were by no means an expert at being a libero much less with volleyball and although it was only part of the mission for you to be there, you weren't going to half-ass your efforts in participating.

"O-One more!" You said in between your breaths.

You've been trying to practice your receives ever since club started. Daichi has been a great help in improving your receives because of the fact that he himself had good skills when it came to doing that.

Despite all your hard work with improving as a libero, you held no interest in actually participating in the sport. It was nothing but another means to get closer to one of your suspects and other than that, it held no significance at all for you.

The moment you get all the necessary information to confirm whether or not Shouyou was involved in the program you were investigating on, you were gonna leave the club.

Still, only you knew that so to the others, you were just a striving newbie on volleyball who was trying to get better.

One person, however, thought otherwise.

Kei looked at you who was talking to Daichi while practicing.

The blond didn't care much about the team having a new member. Also, you were pretty much a more mellow version of Shouyou which he didn't really like so he would prefer to ignore the fact that you were in the team.

There was something off with you though, that's why he kept finding himself curious with why you were even there. He didn't know what was weird with you, he just did.

"Tsukki, are you okay?" Tadashi, who was beside the blond, asked.

"I'm fine," Kei replied, looking at the green-haired boy. "Also, don't call me that."

"Sorry, Tsukki!" Tadashi said, smiling at him.

Kei once again looked at where you and Daichi were. The captain started walking to the other side of the net and asked Koushi and Kazuhito to spike a ball towards you.

"I think they're polishing [Last Name] to be our libero," Tadashi said once he noticed where Kei was looking at.

"Makes sense since we don't have one," the blond said, watching your attempt to receive the ball.

It went up once you received it but it seemed like you still had trouble adjusting the direction— which was understandable since you were only starting.

"I think Suga-san mentioned we had one before?" Tadashi said, recalling a conversation Koushi had with him and Shouyou.

"Really?" Kei said, making him wonder where this unknown libero was.

"But, he got suspended I think," said the green-haired boy.

"I wonder why," the blond said.

The two continued to focus on their own training as the time for club passed by.

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Daichi clapped his hands, gathering everyone's attention.

"Let's do a practice match before we end club time," the captain said, once the attention of the team was on him.

"Osu!" shouted most of the members.

Because of the odd count and the insufficient number of players, the team was divided into two groups of five— the red and white teams— with one person in the sideline.

The red team had Koushi as their setter. The other members were Daichi—so he could look at your performance more clearly, Kei, Tadashi, and Ryunosuke. As for the white team, you had  Tobio as the setter then Shouyou, Hisashi, Chikara, and you as the members. For the practice, Kazuhito volunteered to sit out for now.

"Alright. We'll do just one set, okay?" Daichi said, before serving the ball.

Once the ball had crossed the net, you clasped your hands together and watched where it was headed. Chikara, who was in the path of the ball, received it which was immediately tossed by Tobio.

Shouyou, who was expecting it would come to him, hit nothing but air. With wide eyes, he looked at Hisashi who ended up being the one spiking the ball.

Although it was unexpected, Ryunosuke was still able to receive the ball. It went to Koushi who decided to set it towards Tadashi.

"Nice kill!" shouted Koushi and Ryunosuke once the ball hit the court.

"Daichi-san! Nice serve!"

[10-11]

By this time, your team had already gone through one full rotation. The score was 10 to 11 with your team in lead.

"[Last Name], nice serve!" Chikara said.

You stared at the ball in your hand as you took a deep breath. When it came to serves, you weren't as skilled as others as well but you did practice doing an overhand serve.

Once the ball left your palm, you jogged back to your position and watched the scene unfold.

Daichi ended up receiving the ball.

"Tanaka!" Koushi shouted as he set the ball towards the second year.

"Yosh!" Ryunosuke shouted as he hit the ball.

You, who was just in the range, received the ball easily. Tobio still had to jog a little to be able to set the ball properly but he was still able to send it towards Shouyou who spiked it. Ryunosuke, however, was able to save the ball.

"Tsukishima!"

Kei spiked the ball to the other side of the court but you— who was just a few steps away— were able to save the ball and this time, direct it to where the setter is. For the first time, you got the ball where you wanted it to be.

"Give it to me!" Shouyou shouted.

And with that, your team scored another point.

"Good job, [Last Name]!" Daichi said from the other side of the court, referring to your receive.

You smiled at the captain as Kiyoko adjusted the score.

When a person actually likes something, there will always be some sort of glint in their eyes that shows the others they're really into it. Although you often claim how you want to be a part of the ones playing, you missed that certain aspect. And that detail was all the blond needed to piece it together.

"I see," Kei mumbled under his breath.

He finally knew why.

It was because you, [Last Name] Shin, were fake.

Kei was an undeniable expert with pointing out people who were like him— people who opt to do the bare minimum but still have an interest in it.

But you weren't like that. You actually pretended to like volleyball more than how you actually do.

The only thing he wondered about now was why? Why were you faking an interest in volleyball? What benefit would it bring you?

"Tch."

Kei didn't want to bother with thinking about it anymore. It's not like it was his business anyway.