I think of her every now and then. Her silky long black hair that dangled a little below her shoulders and her cute air-bangs that would sit on top of her brown eyes. The creases in her eyes when she smiled and her cheeks were the softest to pull. Of course I miss her but...

I HAVE KIYOKO-SAN NOW!!! (can imagine him doing this so well HAHAHA)

Kiyoko Shimizu is a goddess. Her mole is sexy, her face is cute. I don't know if she's sexy or cute. No wonder me and Tanaka fawn over her, I'm not sure its just us though, hmph. (Kiyoko is really pretty >

I grab my books, roughly shoved them into my bag and ran to the gym. Finally, I can see my Kiyoko-san!

"NISHINOYA YUU! COME BACK HERE. YOU DIDN'T HAND IN YOUR MATH HOMEWORK!"

...shit.

First day of school was like any normal day of high school. You were put in class 1-5 since you joined Karasuno late and met your tablemate Hitoka Yachi-san. You both got along really well and she helped you catch up with the syllabus in class.

"Haru-chan, which club are you planning to join?"

"The volleyball club!" you exclaimed with excitement exploding in your voice.

"Oh, the girls' volleyball club or-"

The bell cut Yachi's sentence short and you rush to pack your things.

"I'll see you later, Yachi-san!" you waved as you ran out of the classroom, nearly bumping into a few classmates.

Finally, I'll get to see Karasuno's volleyball team!

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As you approach the gym, the sound of volleyballs smashing onto the ground gradually grows louder, and louder, and louder. You push open the doors of the gym and there it was- Karasuno's gym for volleyball. It was like an ordinary gym but this was Karasuno's and you were even more hyped up than before.

"LOOK OUT!"

A ball comes flying toward your face. Instinctively, you did a split step, held both your arms out straight and locked your elbows together.

"POM!"

You send the ball to a blue-haired setter perfectly and watched as he tossed the with perfect timing and accuracy to an orange-headed shorty who spiked the ball with amazing speed. After that insane combo, everyone on the court turned to look at you with their eyes wide open and jaws on the ground.

You looked down at your arms where the ball hit, the red spots were where they were supposed to be. You smiled to yourself, glad that you hadn't lost your touch. You looked up to see 10 tall, buff men towering over your small figure, the orange-head being only a little taller than you. You got a little startled but regained composure and introduced yourself.

"Hiya! I am Misaki Haru of class 1-5. I would like to be a manager of Karasuno's boys' volleyball team! Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you!" the volleyball team greeted you back.

"Oh, so you wanna become a manager huh. With fast reflexes and receiving skills like that, you should join the girls' volleyball team." a voice said from side.

"I am Sawamura Daichi, captain of this volleyball club. You can call me Daichi though. " his voice was calm and deep. You could tell he held a leadership position of some sort. He gave off the vibe of a responsible dad, some what.

You bowed to acknowledge him as your senpai.

"Thanks for the compliment, I was actually the libero for my junior high school team, but I joined Karasuno for the guys' volleyball team! I heard you all were once really strong but I have a feeling you guys will make it to Nationals this year!" you told Daichi with such determination and confidence that touched him deeply. He smiled at you with gratitude for the belief you had in the team.

"Ah, I see! For the manager position, you will have to talk to Shimizu-chan. She's our third-year manager." a silver-haired guy with delicate features stepped forth and commented. "I'm Sugawara Koshi, vice-captain, and Suga is just fine!" he smiled gently.

His smile is really pretty...

You blushed and nodded.

"Excuse me."

You turned around and a pretty lady with shoulder length blue hair and spectacles stood beside you.

"Ah, Shimizu-chan. This is Misaki Haru, she would like to be a manager." Suga-san said.

The pretty lady's face lit up a small bit and turned to you.

"Sure! We already have a first-year manager, but having 2 will be better! You can try out today and see if you really want to join. I'm Kiyoko Shimizu by the way." she suggested.

"Thanks!"

The rest of the team started introducing themselves to you one by one.

"Wahhh, so pretty! Hey, are you around the same height as me?" the orange head asked with sparkling eyes. You giggled at his cuteness and blushed at his forwardness."I think so! I'm 160cm, you?"

"WOAH!! I'm 162cm! I'm Hinata Shoyo, and this frowning man here is a grumpy king." Hinata said while pointing to the incredible setter you had passed the ball to.

"Shut up!" he sighed as he slapped Hinata on the back. "I'm Kageyama Tobio"

You held back your laughter at their interaction.

"That was a really good set-and-spike. So fast, it went like 'WHOOSH!' and then Hinata went like 'BAAM!' and everything was so fast!" you hyped them up. Hinata nodded at every word you said and both of you started jumping up and down shouting sound effects out. No one could understand the conversation, but you and Hinata were definitely best friends already.

It was nice to know that you got along well with everyone in the team. They were extremely friendly and welcoming.

While the fun introductions and conversations were going on, you failed to notice someone standing on the sides and watching the interactions go on.

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"Go for a jog and do some quick warm ups, and DO NOT forget your math homework again. After that join the match on Karasuno's side."

"Yes sir!" I saluted Coach Ukai and took off for my jog after warming up.

Why is she here? When did she get back? Does she remember me? Wasn't she in America?

These thoughts kept running through my head. We lost all contact after she moved with her family, the neighbourhood was never the same. The bright smiles she brought to the people with her amazing personality were gone. The friendly greetings whenever people saw one another gradually came to a stop. It was different after she left. A bad different.

I jogged back to the gym and saw her. Her.

She was on the court wearing black shorts paired with the matching shirt we both had, "A Match For A Thousand", the exact same one I was wearing, and she had just dived to save a ball that was almost impossible to save. She looked so good too.

Shit.

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