"At that moment that he realized, he had fallen head over heels for a fox that he could never have".
Kimiko Udai was intelligent, beautiful, and talented; practically the perfect formula for the target of others' envy and hatred. After spending most...
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Suna gave Tsukishima a weary glance after successfully blocking another spike, sweat dribbling down the side of his cheek and onto his jaw. The snarky blond was annoying, the literal in-your-face kind of annoying, but it couldn't really be helped considering his position.
He was a good blocker, not the best, but good enough that Suna had flagged him as a pain to deal with.
Stepping back from the net, the ravenette repressed a sigh knowing that it was still Atsumu's serve. With each serve came a series of loud screams, curtesy of the Miya's fangirls, which none of the players particularly enjoyed.
The thought made him think back to the time Atsumu had mistaken Kimiko for another fan girl, resulting in him cracking a smile at the recollection of the sheer look of horror on the blond's face.
"Y'er smiling," Osamu stated flatly as he fell into position besides the blocker, bringing his arms to the back of his head for protection against Atsumu's serve. His stare was nonchalant as he studied the blockers expression, waiting for an answer.
But before Suna could respond, the stadium started churning with noise.
"He's up again!"
"Oléééé !"
The commencement of chatter and yells that echoed across the stadium was the only cue they needed to tell that the game was back in play.
"MIYA-SENPAII!!"
"Nice serve Miya-kun!"
As soon as the ball hit the other side of the net, Atsumu sent a dark look towards a couple of girls who gasped and hid behind their brightly colored fans.
'Dumb pigs, stop interrupting my serve.'
"Arara," Osamu sighed after taking a glance at his brother's annoyed expression.
"Doesn't Atsumu seem prissier than usual," Suna commented, a bemused smirk making its way up his face.
"It's cause of his weird rivalry with Karausno's setter."
The two second years snickered, causing the blond to shoot them a hard glare.
"Shut yer trap!" Atsumu scowled, turning away from the pair with a huff. Shifting focus to the tightly packed stands, he scanned through the thousands of faces, only looking for one in particular.
He only wanted a glimpse.
When his eyes finally landed on the treasure, he couldn't control the way the corners of his mouth curved into a fragmented smile and the pale hues that bloomed against his skin.
