𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔- 𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘼

three

Junior high.

Through Suna's eyes

"And y/n l/n scored another point with her incredible spiking range! The way she is able to use her whole upper body to increase her spiking range is terrific!!" The announcer yelled.

Suna was watching you play from the stands. He never noticed you around school until now. The way you didn't limit yourself to your arms when spiking peeked his interest more in the sport. He had already been playing for a bit but he didn't have the skills you did. He thought.... maybe he thought you were cool? He didn't understand if he did if he's being honest. I think it might've annoyed him how good your technique was.

The winners of the game were your team of course. Like always once the game was over it gets crowded as everyone is leaving. Suna typically stands to the side, letting all the mad people go so he doesn't get crushed in that avalanche. He sees you from the corner of your eyes with your team celebrating with cool iced drinks.

He didn't take notice of your pretty (e/c) eyes. He didn't take notice of your gorgeous (h/c) hair. He didn't take notice of your beautiful smile. At least that's what he told himself. He thought about it for  a second, yawned and went back to looking around but not without sneaking one look in your direction.

During volleyball practice the next day Suna grew tired of getting blocked left and right. He thought about your method of using your shoulders and your whole upper body when spiking to increase your range. He thought about how it'd be hard to use that technique. He didn't want to do to if he's being honest. He figured it would be too much work.

But he did it anyway. Of course since it was his first time he didn't get it quite right but he had managed to evade several blocks which was a win in his book.

He went to your next game which was a week after your last one. You were playing good. That is until  you tried doing your usual technique but it had been shot down for the first time.

"Anddd y/n l/n's signature spike has been shot down for the first time! No one expected this!" The announcer shouted.

Suna saw your face as the other team received the point for that block. Your opponents had won. You were wide eyed as your teammates huddled around you probably reassuring themselves that they'll win the next one.

As usual Suna waited on the sidelines so all the people could go out. He saw you by yourself at the water fountain. He hadn't planned on telling a random girl from his school that he liked her technique and that he used it but he still walked over to you anyways.

He watched you quietly until you were finished at the fountain. You turned and was about to walk away, Suna guessed you hadn't seen him so he lightly grabbed your jacket which caused you to turn around.

He noticed your red eyes indicating you had been crying. He figured telling you that your technique worked for him would cheer you up so why not?

"Rintarō Suna." Suna said bowing.

"Y/N L/N." He heard you say.

Suna was not great on comforting people and he knew this but we was willing to try. I mean he was the one who came up to you after all.

"I watched your other game and saw how you manipulated your upper body so you can spike the ball in different directions. I used it a bit in my volleyball practice and it worked. It's a really good technique." Suna said with a lazy smile.

Suna stood there as he looked at your smile slowly fade away. Had he said something wrong? Your face turned into a face of a mixture of concern and anger. He almost twitched when you put your hand on his shoulder.

"Hey. Suna. You shouldn't use that technique. It'll only set you up for failure." You were smiling at him. He doesn't understand why you're smiling when you're telling him to stop using a technique you yourself used. Maybe you were jealous of someone else using your technique? If that was the case Suna would just stop using it but you could've just said that to him straight up that you were bothered by it but somehow Suna didn't feel like that was the reason.

You didn't even give him time to respond as you walked away. He was dumbstruck at the encounter but he was feeling an emotion he doesn't feel often. He felt determined to show you how good that technique was, how easy it would be to evade blocks with it. It was a good technique.

Over the course of a few weeks Suna practiced with it. He didn't practice often with volleyball as he was known to be quite lazy but this time did. He had gotten better at it although he wasn't at your level yet. Soon it was time for his own game.

During the game he readily evaded almost all blocks thrown at him. The audience was in awe at him using such a good technique. His team won easily. Suna was one of the main point getters for this game which was uncommon.

He was getting his stuff ready when he heard someone walking towards him which he turned around to see you. He wasn't going to show it on his face but he was ecstatic to see you. He was hoping you'd be here for his match. You finally were able to see just how good a technique it really was.

Once you got closer to him, he realized your face didn't have a smile. You were making a face of anger. There was a dark expression on your face and he couldn't understand why. He played well or at least he though he did. What? Were you insulted that he used your technique to play that badly or something?

"I thought I told you not to use that technique. It's a bad technique." You said.

"And I ignored that so you could see that this "bad" technique was actually a really good one." Suna said getting rather annoyed.

"I'm just trying to help you. That was exactly what happened to me when I used that technique. It started off with praise and being depended on it. It seems good until you end up getting blocked which will happen to you!" You yelled pointing at Suna.

Suna was surprised at how your anger level rose so fast. He was equally annoyed at how loud you were being.

"You're the one who inspired me to use it." Suna admitted hoping it would calm you down.

"And I'm the one whose telling you to stop using it." You said glaring at him.

You both glared at each other angrily. It was pretty much a staring contest until you sighed and walked away.

Suna glared at you as you walked away. Who knew that you were so pushy about one little technique?

A few more weeks pass and Suna begrudgingly went to your upcoming match. He didn't want you to see him cause he figured you'd yell but he wanted to see if you were finally over that temper tantrum. He wanted to see you play with your technique. He loved seeing it. It gave him ideas on what he himself can do during his practices.

During the game, you didn't use your regular technique. You were doing some crappy basic moves like spiking the ball with full force which magically managed to get through blocks. He didn't like seeing this. You were becoming such a stupid player in his eyes.

Did you really change your whole technique over losing one silly game? Getting blocked once?

"Coward..." Suna whispered leaving the stands.