These were fun to write. I think I matured Yachi a bit but
hey, this is fiction so enjoy it for
what itâs worth right?
Moriyama
It doesnât take long for Moriyama to notice her. A cute
bubbly blonde with her hair in a side pony tail and blue star hair clips? How could he not notice her? Sheâs in the front row, talking animatedly with her
friend, hands flying around. âHow
adorable,â he thinks as he stretches.
Yachi doesnât notice him, at least not yet, too invested in
her story. But when the buzzer sounds indicating the beginning of the game, her
head whips to face the court, eyes focusing in on the action; she prefers volleyball and is curious why her friend is so adamant about coming to this
game.
Moriyama sees his chance, implementing his unorthodox shot
and earning shocked gasps and cheers from the crowd. Yachiâs eyes are wide,
completely caught off guard by his motions.
âEh?! Donât they usually shoot like this?â she asks her
friend hands flinging over her head in a shooting motion. Looking back to the court
she adds, âThat was amazing!â
Moriyama is running by just as she says this, stopping in
his tracks and back peddling till heâs right in front of her. Pointing to her,
he says, âThat shot was for you.â She blushes furiously, the shade increasing
when he adds, âIf youâd like, I could show you that shot up close after the
game.â He winks and charges back down the court, Kasamatsu yelling at him to
get his head in the game.
Behind him, the shooting guard leaves a very bewildered and
flustered Yachi, her friend shrieking about how she has to bring her with her so she can finally meet Kise.
Izuki
Possessing a rather astute sense of his surroundings (he
doesnât have the Eagle Eye for nothing) Izuki catches sight of a cute little
blonde screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs for the Karasuno
volleyball team. Izuki is at their game against Dateko, there to watch his
cousin play, though heâs been on the bench most of the time since heâs not yet
a starter. So the point guard doesnât feel too bad allowing his attention to
wane, continuously turning to the girl in the stands. Sheâs wearing the same
black jacket as the other pretty girl whoâs on the bench.
During the court switch after the second set, one a piece
for Karasuno and Dateko, Izuki makes his way to the opposing sideâs bleachers.
Heâs able to squeeze in, taking a place beside the girl whoâs garnered his
notice though her attention is steadfastly focused on the court.
The next set begins and Izuki chuckles every now and again
at how enthusiastic she is when cheering for her team. He wouldnât mind having
some of that directed to him when heâs playing to be honest. As the game nears its
end, he feels the familiar tingle of nerves; it doesnât matter who it is,
approaching a girl is rather nerve racking.
The final spike hits the ground, signifying Karasunoâs
victory and the girl jumps up but in her excitement, slips on the
ground tumbling backwards. Izuki is quick, hands shooting out to grab her and pull her
up, the motion unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask) resulting in her being pressed right against his chest.
Looking up, her eyes catch his and her face flushes crimson;
sheâs the cutest thing heâs ever seen. Before she can apologize he snickers and
says, âI knew the second I saw you that youâd fall for me.â
Yachi blinks, mouth opening and closing in shock before her
eyes crinkle and she snorts. Covering her mouth, she starts giggling and Izuki
can feel the vibrations of her mirth.
Smiling widely, he lets her go but adds,â You know what this
shirt is made of?â She shakes her head, eyes giving away that she knows
somethingâs coming but she doesnât know what. Leaning down, he whispers, âBoyfriend
material.â Her blush is back, giggles more nerves than mirth filled but he does
manage to get her number, before the Karasuno boys are yelling from below, âLeave
our precious manager alone!â