chapter twenty five

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(chapter xxv)

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            Yuna was a mess the moment she reached the music room. After her encounter with Kurai—she was overwhelmed with the confidence that she had no idea she ever had. She was able to be open and vocal when it came to her family and friends—but Kurai was a different story.

He was pretty much just someone who approached her because she was 'interesting'. From the moment he approached her, Yuna had a naturally suspicious nature—but for once she did not allow it to be the top priority.

It was irrational—but also hardly impossible to deny someone who showed the same interest she had. For most of her life, those who approached her never had the thought of music as their cover—so, she had unknowingly did not consider that to ever happen.

Kurai seemed so genuine and Yuna was fooled.

She brought a hand to her face and rubbed her temple. She was so confused with the situation and she was still having trouble taking in what had happened. She was confident, but not as much as she was a few minutes ago.

"What have I gotten into again this time?" Yuna grumbled incoherently as she slumped onto the door behind her. For a few moments, she remained in place and looked at the ceiling. Her thoughts were in disarray and for once, she did not want to seek comfort from the piano in the same room as her. She found herself stepping away from the door and left the music room.

Her feet were in control and she allowed them to take the lead. She knew where she was going and as much as she wanted to question it, she just kept silent.

It had taken less than a couple of minutes to reach her destination. She could already hear the sounds of sneakers on the polished floors in the gym making their sounds. It was the only sound that she could hear clearly from afar. Though, as she got closer, it was easier to hear the many sounds within the gymnasium.

The sound of the leather volleyball making contact with the floor and arms of its ongoing pursuer. Yuna had found herself humming at the sounds she was focusing on. Finally, it took less than a few seconds to hear the sound of the players within the court.

As she reached the entrance, she was spellbound with the sight of how synchronized each of the members were currently in. It was not a new sight at all, but Yuna could never get over it. She's seen many different teams on-court—practice and games. However, within all the teams she had ever laid eyes on, she couldn't help but feel gratified with the male volleyball team of her school.

They were not perfect—but they just had a satisfying way of drawing others into their play. The performance they showcased was fierce and starving. When those two relations formed into her head. Yuna had felt her throat hitch as she turned to the direction of Tooru.

Yuna's eyes widened at the thoughts forming in her head. One of her hands had raised to her chest as her heart raced. The confidence she had was back.

"I can't believe I didn't realize it..." She whispered as her eyes darted to the moving males within the court. Her lips slowly lifted into a smile and the rare sight magnified the attention of none other then Tooru who just felt compelled to turn his head.

He could not deny even for a second how fascinated he was in the sight. It was not like any of the smiles he had seen before and something about it lit a fire within.

"Oikawa!" The shout of Hajime had brought him out of his daze. Fortunately for him, he reacted instinctively and hit the ball that was directed for his face. Instead of feeling disgruntled at his lack of attention, the fire that lit had caused him to feel poised and caused him to focus more than he could ever think possible.

Yuna had not even realized how long she had been standing there. Her face was intense as she studied the game.

The mock-game had lasted for a while and each member of both teams were both showing the exhaustion. It seemed never-ending at the rate of it, but eventually, one team scored the winning point and ended the game.

Yuna remained ecstatic as she finally understood what she was missing.

            "He...is my muse" She found herself mumbling.

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