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“I’m asking to be a ballboy.”
And Ukai has never heard anyone say that. Volleyball players are proud, they want to play and they hate not standing on the court. At least the serious ones. To have someone with eyes like these stand there and ask to be a ballboy, that’s not something Ukai would have ever expected.
Maybe it’s the humility, or maybe it’s the desperation behind the offer. Whatever it is, the next time Ukai heads to training with the Karasuno Neighborhood Association, there’s a small orange-haired boy trailing after him.
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Art for my fic House of Memories on Ao3 ♥
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