I looked at the blonde girl who walked to the court. She's so cute.

"Kindaichi, that girl is so cute." I commented.

"Hm, oh yeah, she is." he blandly said.

"I'm gonna try to get her attention," I said as I grabbed a stray volleyball that was pretty conveniently placed next to my feet. Hm, the author is very helpful. Anyway, I picked it up, and told Kindaichi, "Here goes."

I threw the ball bowling style onto the floor where the girl was walking.

"Excuse me." I said as I put on my handsome face for the girl. Meanwhile Hanamaki-san, and Matsukawa-san were practicing, and Hanamaki-san did a very sloppy bump, and it came to the girl's direction. "Watch ou-"

The ball flew into the sky as the court (and by that I mean me, Kindaichi, Hanamaki-san, Matsukawa-san, Karasuno's libero and the bald opposite hitter from Karasuno) watched. It fell on the floor, as a male with similar skin colour as the girl, (h/c)-blonde mixed hair, and (e/c) eyes received it with a slight smile. He looked back at the girl.

"That almost hit you, didn't it? Be more careful next time, Hitoka." he told the girl calmly, and caringly in a serious tone as he walked off.

"Ah, yes, OK, (Y/n)-nii!" the girl whose name was Hitoka exclaimed as she ran off to catch up with who I assume is her brother.

I blushed immensely at the sight of an actual angelic being. (Y/n), the male manager of Karasuno, who I've only now noticed is an actual charmer. He is actually so beautiful, and seems so calm... just my type of guy.

"Here's your ball." The baldie spiker said, interrupting my thoughts. He handed me the ball, or more of shoved it in my arms.

"Oh, right."

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We lost to Karasuno... wow. I never thought we'd lose to a fallen powerhouse, but I guess the wingless crows grew new wings, an even stronger one than before. I guess that means they're going against Shiratorizawa. I looked at the male manager named (Y/n). He seems quite sad even though his team won, and was sad-smiling. Maybe he was sad that if he lost the next match, it'll be the last time he manages for Karasuno. I'm not sure, maybe he just feels nostalgic about how much the team has evolved, and grown.

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I looked at the team, happy as they could be. I wished I could celebrate as much. I wished I could also celebrate as much as Hitoka right now, but all I felt was sadness taking over me. I don't know why, I wished it just won't be like this. Ugh, I hate it. I was congratulatory, obviously, but I just hate myself. I just hate that I got permanent knee damage that caused me to be the team's libero. It was so bad, the doctor said I can never play volleyball again unless I want to be on a wheelchair for the remainder of my life. I smiled sadly, and got up to give my teammates water. They seemed so happy, Hitoka looked so happy, the coaches looked so happy, the team looked so happy, why can't I be happy, goddamnit! We have a chance of going to nationals, and I'm just sulking about not being able to play. I felt some tears were about to fall. I need to keep my composure, I need to contain my emotions, but fuck... it's so hard to act so emotionless.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I said.

"(Y/n)-san, do you want us to bring your things to the bus so you don't have to come back here?!" Tanaka shouted.

"Thank you, but I can take care of that myself." I told him as I walked away. "But if I don't come back on time, just take it with you. I can get it back on the bus. Or if I end up not coming back in 5 minutes just leave. I'll walk to the train station myself, and just give my things to Hitoka."

I walked away to the toilet, trying to ignore Tanaka's screaming in the background.

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I really needed to wash my face, since it felt kind of salty from the tears.

"I'll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom." I told the team in the locker room as I put my shirt on, and walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I heard some crying. I was confused, and looked down. The angelic (Y/n)-san was crying on the bathroom floor.

"Huh, are you OK?" I panickedly asked. I only got a sob in response. I kneeled down to him, not knowing what to do.

"Aren't you from Aoba Johsai's volleyball club? I saw you on the court." He asked as he wiped away his tears.

"Oh, yeah I am. I'm just a sub, though." I answered him.

"I see. I'm sure you're a great player." He smiled.

"Thank you!" I flabbergasted, furiously blushing.

(Y/n)-san giggled through his tears. "Are you perhaps blushing right now?" He teased.

"Uh, maybe?" I replied unsurely.

"If you say so. Wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Yachi (Y/n)," (Y/n)-san introduced himself.

"Yahaba Shigeru." I told him.

"Well, Yahaba, I better get going now. My team is probably waiting for me. Thanks for talking for a bit, it really made me feel better." He smiled as he left the bathroom.

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I walked to the parking lot where our school bus was parked, and bibbidi bobbidi boo, the whole team was gone. I checked my phone that displayed a message Watari sent me, saying that the team left because I took too long. Well, if it means I got to have a convo with such an angelic of a human such as (Y/n)-san then, to quote Alexander Hamilton, it will have been worth it. I looked around, (Y/n)-san walked around the block.

"Oh, Yahaba." He greeted me.

"Hello, (Y/n)-san." I greeted back.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked.

"Uh, my bus left me here cause I took too long..." I told him.

"Oh, was it because of me? I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No, it's fine. I can use the train to go to my house."

"I'm going to the train station as well. We should go together, that way it's safer." (Y/n)-san said.

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We were at the bus station. On the way here, we talked so much. I just learned that he was a third year at Karasuno, and we just so happened to live very near each other.

"(Y/n)-san... would you mind if I asked you why you were crying?" I asked.

He sighed. "No, not at all. Hmm, it's been a long while since I've actually mentioned anything about this to anyone, actually. I was actually playing volleyball. I was a libero for my junior high team. Well, the ball was about to fall on our court, so I hurriedly got it. Now, the gym's floor was made of hard concrete, so when I tripped and fell when getting the ball, I scraped it so much, and I don't know how, but I broke my knee. The injury was so bad, I could never play again, so when I saw my team winning, I couldn't help but pity myself for being so envious of my own teammates." (Y/n)-san explained.

"Oh... I'm sorry that happened."

"No, it's fine. And this is my stop." He said as he got up.

"Wait, (Y/n)-san... can I have your number?" I asked, a light blush on my face.

"Oh, of course." He said. He grabbed a piece of paper, and a pen from his shirt pocket, and wrote down his number. "I'll see you, Yahaba."

I smiled. "See you, (Y/n)-san."

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