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C H A P T E R E I G H T

                                   ••May 20••

                                     "Tetsurou."

"Hm?"

"What's your type?"

"PFFT!"

Sakaya twists her head towards her President, after hearing him spit his drink out.

He quickly recovers, after a huge cough attack. His hands suddenly became all fidgety and his face became sorta red.

All because of a simple question.

"W-W-What was that?" he asks with an awkward grin.

"I'm quite certain I didn't stutter." Sakaya informs him and finishes stacking the books. "What's wrong with you?"

"W-Well, why d-do you ask, s-so suddenly?" he continues to avoid answering her.

"Some fans I ran into, seemed to be interested in you. But, they asked me if I could tell them your type. Of course I declined, simply because, I don't know what your type is."

Kuroo felt himself break a sweat.

"Why am I getting so worked up? It's quite a basic question, so I should have a simple answer prepared." he tells himself.

Before he could have a chance to reply, the door swings open.

"Get lost, Yamamoto-kun." Kenma's dull tone entered the room.

Following behind him, were a few other figures.

"Kenma! You've brought us all the way here, just to tell us to get lost?" Yamamoto cries.

A few others of the Volleyball Team, welcomes themselves in.

"This place is nice." Yaku states and hops onto one of the couches. He comfortably puts his feet on the table and looks around the room.

Sakaya and Kuroo didn't even get the chance to ask them why they were here, with Setsuna barging in.

Only the council members seemed to have noticed her. The school athletes paid zero attention.

Setsuna marches up towards the couch and towers over the libero.

"Oh, Yaku-san. Might want to show some respect." Lev mentions to his upperclassmen.

Yaku, still unaware of Setsuna. He leans forward and gives his least favorite first year, an unimpressed smirk.

"Ha? A lower class that never shows respect, suddenly ordering me?" he laughs.

"Yaku-kun."

He straighten ups and hesitantly turns around to face Setsuna. After hearing her voice, he felt frozen.

Yaku and Setsuna have had a bumpy relationship since middle school. With Setsuna growing taller than him, he somehow feared her even more.

"Get your filthy feet, off the table." she orders.

"Tch. I'm older than you by a day." Yaku scoffs.

"Then why did you follow her orders, Yaku-san!" Lev happily smiles.

Lev hasn't seen his upperclassman like this before.
He made sure to enjoy it.

"Hi! I'm not sure if we have properly met, but what's your name?" Sakaya cheerfully asks Yaku.

He eyeballs her, knowing she's the famous actresss and in 3 of his classes.

"We're 6 weeks into school and you can't even remember my name." Yaku's eyebrow twitches.