These were fun to write. I think I matured Yachi a bit but
hey, this is fiction so enjoy it for
what it’s worth right?

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Moriyama

It doesn’t 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? She’s in the front row, talking animatedly with her
friend, hands flying around. “How
adorable,” he thinks as he stretches.

Yachi doesn’t 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. Yachi’s eyes are wide,
completely caught off guard by his motions.

“Eh?! Don’t they usually shoot like this?” she asks her
friend hands flinging over her head in a shooting motion. Looking back to the court
she adds, “That was amazing!”

Moriyama is running by just as she says this, stopping in
his tracks and back peddling till he’s right in front of her. Pointing to her,
he says, “That shot was for you.” She blushes furiously, the shade increasing
when he adds, “If you’d like, I could show you that shot up close after the
game.” 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
doesn’t 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 he’s been on the bench most of the time since he’s not yet
a starter. So the point guard doesn’t feel too bad allowing his attention to
wane, continuously turning to the girl in the stands. She’s wearing the same
black jacket as the other pretty girl who’s 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 side’s bleachers.
He’s able to squeeze in, taking a place beside the girl who’s 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 wouldn’t mind having
some of that directed to him when he’s playing to be honest. As the game nears its
end, he feels the familiar tingle of nerves; it doesn’t matter who it is,
approaching a girl is rather nerve racking.

The final spike hits the ground, signifying Karasuno’s
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;
she’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Before she can apologize he snickers and
says, “I knew the second I saw you that you’d fall for me.”

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,” You know what this
shirt is made of?” She shakes her head, eyes giving away that she knows
something’s coming but she doesn’t know what. Leaning down, he whispers, “Boyfriend
material.” 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, “Leave
our precious manager alone!”