❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑, 𝐈'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. ❞
The L/N name is one that one should hold highly. A family of elitists that specialize in volleyball, and Y/N L/N is no excep...
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"SO, NOW THAT WE'RE HERE. LET THE SENPAI'S GET THEIR REVENGE."
ROUND TWO: DATE TECH VS. KARASUNO
!! UN-EDITED !!
•••
Y/N sighed, grabbing a quick drink at the vending machine between games. Placing in the right amount of yen, her f/d rolled out and dropped at the bottom of the machine.
"Hey, Y/N-cchi." A very familiar voice startled Y/N, making her squeak at the sudden voice she was called by.
She side-eyed the brunet making his way over to her. "Hi, Futakuchi-san." She said with a dead tone, not really wanting to speak with one of the Date-Tech second years.
"Eh, you don't sound very excited to see me." Futakuchi shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, glancing at the vending machine full of different drinks.
"I'm not." Y/N bluntly stated, Futakuchi already ticking her off. "Can I help you, Futakuchi-san?"
"No, no." Futakuchi smiled, "You know, we're going up against each-other."
Y/N turned her head to Futakuchi, taking a quick sip out of the drink in her dominant hand. "*I* can't play, you know. You'll be versing my team."
Futakuchi let out a huff through his nose, almost like a subtle laugh. "Well, we beat them back in March, we can do it again."
Y/N's hand flinched, she took a sharp inhale before speaking back. "It's cute."
Y/N's two-word sentence piqued Futakuchi, watching a smile form on her lips - like she wasn't fazed by any of the talk Futakuchi had made with her.
"You played against our second and third years." Y/N affirmed, "You haven't played against our new roster." She noted with her tongue stuck out at the wing spiker.
"You seem pretty confident, for someone who can't even play." Futakuchi warned the girl with a hint of venom in his tone.
"-And you seem pretty confident for someone who's gonna lose." Y/N chided with a straight face.
Futakuchi's eyes narrowed at the small first year, "Maybe you've become an even bigger brat than me."
She snapped her e/c orbs to make eye contact with the second year. Futakuchi felt a sudden wave of fear when Y/N had stared dead into his eyes.
Unable to move, Futakuchi wavered under the piercing gaze of the first year - remembering the unspoken rule regarding the silver streaked girl.
Rule one : Never waver under her gaze, even if it kills you. It shows that you're vulnerable, showing that she has the upper hand - anything she says or does will *definitely* have an impact.
