[Name] is a member of the Karasuno's Girls' Volleyballs team. Just like Hinata and many other volleyball players, she is passionate about volleyball and her adrenaline rushes when she touches the ball. She's in the same class as Hinata and is close to both Hinata and Kageyama. In a mixed practice with the boys' volleyball team, [Name] is introduced to all of their members and she liked all of them, expect for just one guy. Tsukishima Kei. He irritated her. From his short blonde hair and thick black framed glasses to his tall and athletic figure. His mean and narcissistic personality was what ticked her off most of the time. She tries not to cross paths with him as much as she can and he isn't a fan of her as well. They both have mutual feelings of dislike for each other. [Name] also has a well-kept secret that has been creeping inside of her. An athlete's nightmare. Unfortunately for her, things got worse when Tsukishima was the first to find out about it. [Also available in French, Spanish and Tagalog]

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.