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It was that time of the tournament again— when team Nekoma sat down in the grandstand to check out their neighboring schools and get a feel for their volleyball gameplay. And it was that time again... when, for the most part, the only thing the boys really checked out were the girls. Not Yaku, of course. He was not a pervert; and had only sat himself next to Yamamoto to make sure he didn’t jump out of the stadium or drown in his own drool. Keeping his juniors in line was much more important than anything that was happening on the courts— that was until, in his peripheral, someone caught his eye. Fukurodani’s libero. Her technique was some of the best he’d ever seen... and, given the way Yamamoto nudged him in the side, his awe must’ve shown on his face. He held himself back until the end of the match; but only just... because as soon as coaches were done with their formalities, he was off. It was only after he’d all the way down the stairs— to her— that his brain caught up with the rest of his body and he turned as red as his uniform.
❝ ...E—ehh... ❞
He had a question. He really did. A good one about her gameplay... but he’d left it up in the audience seats (along with his common sense). He felt like a fool. His choir team that chorused “go, go, Yaku-san, go” did him no favours.
❝ Sumimasen, Miss... I play libero for Nekoma Highschool and I just— wanted to congratulate you on a great game...! It had me on the edge of my seat. ❞
—Literally.
