But it can't be. What would he be doing here?

I sit up straight again, staring at the lone figure. He's far away so it's hard to tell. It could be any high school aged boy with brown hair. I then see a glint as if the figure is wearing glasses that just caught the light.

Tooru wears glasses.

I stand up suddenly, startling Yui.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asks me.

"Nothing. I just gotta use the bathroom," I lie, heading for the stairs.

I have to know if its him. I don't know why. I have a feeling I just want that person sitting all alone in the stands to be him.

I make my way down the hallway, and as I get closer to that particular section of the stands, I hear a voice.

"You said you weren't going to come because it'd piss you off, no matter who won," they say.

There weren't two people when I was looking. Who are they talking to?

"No matter which side wins, I'm going to be able to see the other team's faces when they lose," a familiar voice responds, cockily. I was right. That's Tooru alright for sure.

My stomach churns in result, making me waver. I peak around the corner to see Oikawa sitting down and Iwaizumi standing next to him, both staring down at the court below.

"You really are a piece of crap," Iwaizumi comments as he sits down next to him.

Oikawa doesn't respond to this remark. He just rests his chin on his arms, watching the game. They begin discussing it, and I feel bad eavesdropping. My mouth feels dry all of a sudden, like I just ate a whole sleeve of crackers without water.

"Tooru-kun?" I finally get out in a quite voice.

Both boys turn quickly, surprised to hear another voice. Oikawa's brown eyes widen behind his glasses. I feel myself flushing.

Damn. Why does he always have to look so good? The glasses are really cute as well. Does he really like someone as plain as me? Oh God, is my hair a mess? Did I miss covering up my stress acne with concealer? Does my outfit look-

"Asu-chan?" Oikawa says, confused. "What are you doing over here?"

I make my way down to them. "I thought I saw you sitting here," I tell him. "I came over here to check. Do you mind?" I gesture to the other seat next to him.

His eyes widen again. "No, not at all," he answers. I smile at him and take a seat.

Its quiet. It's never quiet around Tooru. We are always conversing, joking and laughing. Why does it suddenly feel so awkward between the two of us? Why am I so nervous to talk to him?

Iwaizumi, probably sensing the tension, stands up. "I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be back it a bit." He vaults over the back of the seats and walks out of sight, leaving us alone.

Its silent for a bit until I speak up. "How are you?" I mumble.

He just sighs as he watches the game. "I've been better," he finally says. "Why aren't you with your team, cheering on your brother and boyfriend?"

"Yeah about that," I start. "The whole date with Daichi kinda fell through."

"What?" My statement grabs his attention and his gaze moves from the court to me. "I'm sorry. I know you really like him."

This comment makes me flinch slightly, remembering Monday at the park. "That's the thing," I shrug. "We decided to mutually cancel it since we both figured out we like other people."

"Well that's-" He stops himself as if finally processing my words. "Wait, both?"

"Yeah he realized he actually started to like Yui, and me-" I look up at him. His brown eyes are clouded with confusion, his mouth slightly parted. He's so close to me, it takes my breath away. "I- uh... I realized I really like you, Tooru-kun."

I see him swallow, taking in my confession, and I grow nervous.

"I'm sorry it took me this long, and I know I rejected you earlier this week," I begin to ramble, looking away from him and to the game. "Its okay if you're already over me. I'd understand completely. I took too long and-"

"Asu-chan," he stops me, placing his hand on mine. I look back at him to see his steady gaze on me, a light smile on his face. "You really say the dumbest things sometimes, you know that?"

"Huh?" I blink at him.

He let's out a soft laugh, leaning his head back. "You really think I could just get over someone like you?" He asks me. "I did tell you you're the one I want most, more than anyone else, on Monday, did I not?"

That's right, he did.

My faces flushes again at the memory. "I do remember," I tell him.

"And I stand by that statement still," he continues. I gasp softly. He smiles at me. "Do you really mean it?"

I then notice that his hand is still gripping mine. I move mine and thread my fingers with his, intertwining them, making a slight blush appear across his cheeks. I nod. "Yes," I state, resolutely. "You are who I want more than anyone else. I'm sorry it took me this long."

"I would have waited much longer for you," he tells me.

"Really?" My heart skips a beat.

"Asu-chan, not only are you beautiful and just the most wonderful girl, but you're the first girl that I felt understood me," he explains, pulling our intertwined hands closer to him and placing his other hand over mine. "You encouraged me to do better and try harder because you knew how much volleyball means to me. The past girls I dated just got annoyed that I wasn't paying as much attention to them. Not only that, but you knew when to stop me before I hurt myself. You can always cheer me up, and I always wanted to be around you whether it be at the park, helping the kids at the gym, or other places."

"I always looked forward to Mondays," I admit. "I realize now that I feel the same way. You always listen to me when I'm upset, you never fail to make me laugh, and even though you can be quite childish at times, I really like that about you too. I kinda just like everything about you." I look away to try and hide my blush, but he stops me, catching my cheek with his hand. He leans in and my heart starts to race.

Just then, my phone beeps, making me jump. Oikawa removes his hand, but the hand holding mine stays the same. There's a small frown on his face, showing he's annoyed that we got interrupted.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, looking at my phone. Yui texted me.

"Its fine," Oikawa assures me.

I shoot Yui a text back.

Its quiet as both of us focus on the game, but its changed. This is a good quiet. A comfortable quiet where we are both enjoying just being next to each other.

I smile as I look down at the court, a feeling of warmth coming from his hand in mine.

This went better than I could have ever dreamed.

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