"Hey, L/n-san!" someone called the said girl out. Y/n turns to the voice and saw a petite girl. "You're classmates with the volleyball club captain, right? Kita-san?" she ask, with a little blush on her face.
Y/n raises an eyebrow and nodded slowly, confused on what the girl is on to. "Why?"
"Um.. You see," she looked nervous and slid a strand of hair behind her ear. "I wanted to ask you, if he has a girlfriend-"
"I don't know," Y/n replied. Her voice somewhat monotoned and annoyed. "If you want to know, you can ask him directly," she exclaimed.
"O-oh," the girl simply said, and glanced away. "Wait, you don't like him, right?" this caught Y/n off guard.
"Of course not! He's a friend," she stated with a smile.
The petite girl had a smile on her face as she beams. "Then, that means I can confessed to him and probably be his girlfriend, right?" she ask, but before Y/n could say anything, the girl turned away from her. "Yes! I'm gonna confessed to him later!" the girl then ran away.
Y/n stood in the middle of the corridor. Her face doesn't show any emotions. She doesn't know what to felt right then.
What if Kita accepts her confession?! Wait! No. He's not the kind to accept something so easily.. Y/n thought to herself. "Yeah, he won't just accept a confession like that," she continues to reassure herself.
* * *
It was after school when Kita was heading to the gym where the volleyball club practice. On his way, a girl he's not familiar with walk up to him, with a sheepish smile and a blush on her cheeks.
"Kita-san," she started, her voice slightly shaking to utter the next words. "I like you, would you go out with me?" she ask, her eyes closed shut, her blush becoming more obvious.
Kita simply stares at her with a poker face, no emotion showed. "No, I'm sorry," and with that he walked passed the girl.
The girl only stood still, tears threatening to fall out.
On the other hand, someone was watching from afar, they felt sorry for the girl, but alas, Kita wasn't the kind of person to simply accept a confession. That also made the person watching relieved.
Kita made it to the gym and they all started their practice.
* * *
Once practice ended, everyone started to pack up. On the way out of the gym, there was a green sticky note with the shape of a heart.
"Is this for you, Tsumu?" Osamu, one of the members called his twin brother out when he saw the sticky note.
Atsumu grab the small piece of paper and read it. "No.." he said then grins. "It's Kita-san's!"
Kita heard his name being called and walked over to the twins. "What is it?" he ask.
"A love note that says its for you," the twins smirks at their captain.
The note said,
"I know this will sound weird, but I'm jealous of other girls who could confess to their crush. You won't know, maybe some even has a crush on you and could even confess to you."
"Oh?" Atsumu took a peek at the note, even though he read it. "Does this mean Kita has a secret admirer?" he ask, turning to Osamu, as if he was asking him.
"Kita has been getting these notes a lot these days, though this is the first time he has got one here and not on his desk," Aran exclaimed. "Guess today's color is green," he looks at the small piece of paper.
"So it's always different colors every time he gets one?" Suna ask, curious about the situation his captain was in.
Aran simply nodded.
"Colors has their own meaning and if I'm not wrong, green could represent jealousy," Omimi started. "Does the note has something to do with jealousy, even just a little bit?" he ask.
Kita nodded, "It says that they're jealous how others could confess to their crush so easily while themselves cant," he explained.
"This sounds fun! Like a mystery game, right Samu?!" Atsumu beams. Osamu simpply nodded, agreeing with his twin.
Kita was also starting to be interested in this game of cat and mouse.
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Color Hearts || Kita Shinsuke
FanfictionOne day, someone started to give Kita love notes. It wasn't any ordinary love notes, it's on different colored heart shaped papers everytime he gets one. Every note itself and the colored paper, has its own meaning. "You wrote my name on colored hea...