𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭

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𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚙 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 𝚜 𝚎 𝚟 𝚎 𝚗

✈︎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙✈︎

"I don't care."

Your hands were on his and he was so close to your face. His dark eyes are piercing through you, and you felt your face grew warmer.

"You d-don't care?"

"No, I don't."

"Cool," you awkwardly replied as you looked away. "I'm glad you're opening up to me."

Instead of just acting like nothing happened, Kiyoomi laughed at your reaction. He loves just how unexpected you are. He thought that you'd be a stuttering mess but you weren't.

His laugh added up to your embarassment. You didn't know what to do. It was such an awkward and tense situation that put your mind in a mess.

"If you're really unsure if you're clean," he sqid and let go of your hand and took something out of his pocket, "sanitize your hand."

He opened the little hand sanitizer and poured enough on your hand. You spread it around both of your palm, then between your fingers, and then at the back of your hand.

You were really confused as to why this is happening.

After you finished, you smiled and showed him your hands. This was your attempt to turn the awkward air around.

"Clean!" you cheered.

He intertwined his left hand with your right. It was a sudden action but you swore your heart skipped a beat.

'Oh, my God! Oh, my God!' Was the only thing on your mind.

"Now, will you not be worried if I'm okay with you touching me?"

You couldn't say anything because it seemed like something was stuck in your throat. Probably, your heart because you are extremely nervous.

You nodded as he turned away. He was leading you by your hand out of the building.

Questions swirled i side your head. Why was he holding your hand? Are your hands sweaty? Is he uncomfortable holding your hand for long? Will the students you passed think you're together?

You were now walking towards the volleyball gym in steady steps. Which were ironic because your heart and his were far from steady. You wanted to ask him about what just happened but you're afraid that might cause more awkwardness. All you want right now is for you to be able to talk normally with him.

Until you came along an old congratulatory message on the bulletin board you just passed. It was for a tournament they recently joined.

"Do you have any tournaments soon?"

"Yes, interhigh."

"Oh, good luck." You lifted up a fist for symbolism.

"Thank you. Will you come and watch?"

"Would that happen on a school day?"

He nodded, "but if we win the inter high tournament, we'd be going to inter high nationals. That's on a weekend, usually."

"So," you squinted your eyes, "this inter high tournament, you'll be up against other high schools in Tokyo? Then on the Inter High Nationals, against other high school who won the tournament in their prefecture?"

He nods.

"Oh, wow. That must be tiring."

He shrugged in response.

"Wait, you'll be up against Fukurodani this Inter High?"

"Yes, do you know their members?"

You nodded as you faced him, "I know their setter, Akaashi Keiji."

"How so?"

"They went here for a practice match in our 1st year and I met him when he was on a cafe nearby. It was a whole day practice match or something. He went to buy a coffee at noon on a cafe nearby. I was there that time too and he just looked so tired."

"And you approached him?"

"Yep!" You replied, "I want to help if I could, of course."

Sakusa rolled his eyes, "of course, you did."

"But man, he's so pretty."

His grip on your hand tightened.

"Even if he's only buying coffee, he's so graceful. I don't even know how that works."

It tightened more.

"He also gave me his number because we talked for a while and now we regularly text. He's really-"

He suddenly let go of your hand and walked faster. He was aware of how how tight he held your hand but since he doesn't want to hurt you, he decided to let go of it. Even if he really didn't want to.

Shocked by what happened, you couldn't think about your response to it. And you mindlessly grabbed his hand.

You freaked out internally, "Y-your hand is warm."

It was a lame excuse, no doubt.

He scoffed and you were about to retrieve your hand back when he pulled you by your hand closer. He stood beside you and took your hand off his and intertwined your arms this time.

You two were closer now, your arm is touching his torso, and you could not have been redder.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head hastily.

You continued to walk towards the gym. Quietly, this time.

You reached the volleyball gym and you called their coach who was writing on a clipboard.

"Coach!" You called.

The brown haired girl turned and saw you.

"Minami-san, why- OH, MY GOD!"

She suddenly yelled and threw the clipboard away as she rushed to you two who were standing by the doorway.

"Are you two together!?"

"No, coach," Sakusa replied.

"Then why are you two-"

"She's here to post the poster by the door and to tell you something."

"Oh, right, there might be students that will try out these next few days. Mira-sensei would not be there at the start so they'll be in your care. Is that okay?"

"Sure, but why are you two-"

"Sakura," he faced you, "I'm going to change out of my uniform. Practice will be in less than 10 minutes."

"Okay, do you want energy bars?"

"Stop being obsessed with giving me energy bars," he gently un-intertwined your arms.

A gasp came from you. "How dare you say that about my energy bars!" There was a small smile on his face, sensing your playful tone. "Alright, I'll have one."

He took one from your stretched out hand and walked away. When he was safely out of earshot, the coach scoffed.

"That rude brat, he's probably too embarrassed to answer my question, that's why he keeps cutting me off."

"Yeah, that's uhm, sure."

The coach looked at you and grinned, she slapped your arm playfully. "What was that?"

"It's uhm... I don't know too."

"Boy got guts," she stated. "Go put the poster up, he'll glare at me if he comes back and I'm still talking to you. He'll say I'm bothering you," she rolled her eyes at her last statement.

You did as she told.

Sakusa was panting as he ran. When he reached this room only for the male volleyball players, he crouched down behind the door.

''I don't care,' what was that Kiyoomi!? Then you just have to hold her hand, didn't you? And get jealous that easily? You're an idiot, Kiyoomi, an idiot!'

He groaned which was Komori's — who was standing by him in the room — cue to ask what's wrong.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

The rest of the members were shocked when he suddenly entered. The tip of his ears are red which was shocking to them. They were not a lot of moments where they've seen what it looks like to be a  flustered Sakusa

"Do you think he's, like, embarrassed?" Their captain, Tsukasa Iizuna asked.

Iinko Natsume, the one who wears the #2 jersey, shook his head. "That's Sakusa. He doesn't even get all happy and joyful when we win. Maybe on the inside. But outside? He's so cold."

"If he doesn't get annoyed, I'd be convinced he doesn't have feelings. His rare smiles seemed fake," Akito Yoshiro, #4 jersey, added.

Sakusa lifted his head and glared at the two, "I can hear you."

The three third years flinched and looked away.

"Kiyoomi, what happened?" Komori asked again.

He stood up.

"I held her hand," he replied to his cousin with a blushing face.

The 4 other people in the room gasped.

"WHAT!?"