❝What do you like about me?❞
❝Well... You're hair is fluffy and you're nice to hug... Like a cloud❞
(L/n) (Y/n). Previously going to Shiratorizawa Academy but in her Third Year her mother decided to get her to move to Aoba Johsai, along with her bro...
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Your prayers have been answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your POV
I climbed into the room, looking around. There was alot of Volleyball stuff, posters, equipment and pictures of him and his old team from middle school. One of them was the team lined up, the front row sitting while the taller players in the back stood up. I walked over to the photo and scanned it, seeing middle school Matsukawa grinning in the back. He was actually average height, I guess he had a growth spurt. I looked by the door and saw markers with numbers by it. I took a closer look at it and looked back at Matsukawa who was taking off his shirt and changing. I then realized this was marking his height and the numbers were his age
"Pretty average, right?" I heard a deep voice behind me. I looked over to see Matsukawa behind me "I had an amazing growth spurt" He smiled. I looked over to a photo, seeing Matsukawa and his team, he was wearing a jersey that had the number 17 on it "Thats first year Matsukawa in High School"
"Isn't that Aoba Johsai High School?" I tilted my head
"Yeah that's right" He raised an eyebrow at me
"That's where I'm going to for school" I grinned at him
"Noice" He raised his hand making an okay sign. I smiled, then something caught my eye. A bass case, sitting right under his bed with the headstock poking out
"Isssss...... That a bass?" I pointed to it
"Hm?" He turned around "oh uh yeah" he wrapped a hand around his neck. He then slipped it out from under his bed and zipped the case open
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"Oh it's amazing" I smiled, sitting on the bed next to him. He strummed one string, only to hear it was terribly out of tune
"Dammit I forgot where I put my tuner" He grumbled
"Umm... If it helps that string is a tone off..." I grinned nervously, rubbing the back of my head. He then looked at me, a look of shock on his face
"You have perfect pitch?" He raised an eyebrow again
"Is that what that's called?" I tilted my head "I thought all musicians could do that" I said, confused
