Text Me Spiker

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Y/n got into Inarizaki late, so much lately. I waited for a whole month, I keep texting her and she always replies that she has important matters to do. Yet today will be different, I'm finally seeing her again.

Atsumu and I made friends this whole month because of volleyball, we got closer, that's true but not that close. The school is not that different from others but I love the surrounding, I found a peaceful spot, and I'm taking Y/n there with me.

Y/n, just thinking of her makes my heart thump faster, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, every time
that I hold her hand sends me an electrifying feeling. Whenever I kiss her I could feel the sparks.

I waited for her, a month of asking Y/n every day if she wants to be my girlfriend, I took her out on dates for the whole two months, she gave me an answer on our date back in the Onigiri House. That couldn't be more perfect.

I'm lucky to have her in my life and I can't wait to see her. We're in a different class she's in class 1-5 while I'm in class 1-4 our schedules are different but that doesn't mean we don't have time for each other.

Lunchtime came by, I invited my lovely Y/n to come and sit with us and she agreed, we occupied the table at the left corner, Y/n sat beside me, under the table our hands intertwined together.

Not long after Suna and Ginjima took their seats Ginjima offered his hand to Y/n, she shook it as a response. Suna being Suna didn't notice the new transfer, paying any mind to the reality. Suna's about to stuffed his mouth with food when he notices Y/n staring at him blinking his eyes at the process, the three of us laugh our asses off.

"Oh...umm... I'm Suna Rintarou, nice to meet you."

"Ushijima Y/n, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

There was no tension in our seat but the glances she's been receiving from the girls are like knives, if looks could kill Y/n would probably be dead. The nasty glares are becoming more annoying for me. Are they that jealous? I mean I don't particularly care about them.

"Ushijima-san are you into any clubs before?" Ginjima asked, staring up at you.

"I used to play volleyball!"

"What position do you play?"

"Wing-spiker." Ginjima's nodded his head slightly curious about the role Y/n chose, Y/n is a tall woman for her age especially for a girl, Ginjima expected her to be a middle blocker, well, they say to never judge a book by its cover.

The table became chaos seconds later. Atsumu and I fighting over this piece of onigiri, Ginjima sighs feeling hopeless at the moment while Suna records the scene happening in front of him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Suna chants, he knows himself that this video would make money.

"Please refer yourselves to solving matters using violence, didn't you notice that you guys are causing a rumpus?" Y/n said in a matter-of-fact tone. There she goes again, I don't like being scolded.

"Babe. Wanna do somethin' fun later?" I whispered in a suggestive tone, my breath hitting her neck, making her flustered easily as she covers her face with her soft hands. Things like that make Y/n quiet, she's not used to those kinds of talks when in reality we talk about it a lot.

"Thought so." I sent her a smirk, avoiding eye contact. Gin, Suna, and Atsumu glance at us, curious about what happened.

"Why is Y/n blushin' madly?" Atsumu's eyes went to mine then to Y/n raising his eyebrow.

"You like to know? I suggest not."