Karasuno was switching out their freaky tall middle blocker with a nervous looking guy with spiky light brown hair. He's probably a pinch server as well, and he looked a little good, I guess. The whistle blew, and he served, and I was right, he is a pinch server. Our team completely flopped to receive for god knows why, and they got a point. If this keeps up, they'll win the set for sure. OK, now Akagi got the ball, we get a point. Oh they're switching Omimi out with me.

I stood at the line, getting ready to serve. Whistle blows, I do an underhand serve, and score a point, yes! Karasuno looked so shocked for whatever reason. Didn't they play Tsubakihara? I'm pretty sure their server was also using underhand serves. OK, let's do this again. I learned how to mimic Oikawa Tooru's freaky jump serves, because those are pretty cool. I even adapted the power to use in my underhand serves. The brown haired server of Karasuno looked so bothered about me for whatever reason, and stared at me. I'm a little scared. Whistle blew, I used Oikawa's serves with a slight change. Usually people's hand go up in front of their face, but I go behind my face, because that gives me more power. Plus, I'm left handed, which gives me, and my team an advantage in games. Karasuno failed to receive the ball again, which was no surprise to me, and my team.

"And, there you have it, folks! Inarizaki brought out the devil server!" the announcer cheered.

That's right, 'Devil Server' is what I'm known as in the volleyball industry. My parents say they're very proud every time they hear that name, but they're not at this game since they have work which is kind of a relief, because it's embarrassing. I kind of wished they just called me by my name, (L/n) (Y/n), sometimes. As soon as the announcer announced that, the band started to play my so-called theme song. It's just some devilish sounding song to match with my 'name'. I looked at Karasuno again, and the same server is still staring at me, but not in the 'I'm gonna beat you' way. It was more of a curious way, like the 'how did you do that?' way, or an impressed way. I just glanced back at him, and smiled a bit. He blushed and looked away. Has he never had someone pay attention to him? Oh well.

The whistle blew for the third time, and I did a normal serve, but with extra power. Karasuno's libero got it, but immediately clutched his arm. If I sprained his arm then oops? I walked to the position that I'm supposed to be in, which was Omimi's position. Their baldie spiked it to our side. I received the ball, and sent it to Osamu, who set it to Atsumu, and he spiked the ball, but their captain got the ball.

"Shit," I heard Atsumu mumble.

"It's OK, Atsumu." I patted his shoulder, and walked away.

I looked at the ball, and the setter, Kageyama, who I met during All Japan. He was setting it to that ginger boy, and he spiked it. Akagi got the ball, but it went in the wrong direction. It went right to Suna, but luckily he set it to Aran, who spiked it right to Karasuno's side. This was getting way too anxious, and intense. I looked at Karasuno's #7 server. He was also looking at me.

"(L/n)!" Aran yelled. I was shocked to see that the ball was coming right to my face.

I did a set, and accidentally sent it to the other side of the court. Karasuno's libero didn't react fast enough, so it gave us a point, so I had to serve... again. I did another underhand, and this time Karasuno managed to get a point by receiving three times in a row. Omimi switched out with me again, and I went back to my place next to Kita.

"Hey..." I greeted.

"Karasuno's 7 is staring at you." Kita stated the obvious.

"Yeah, I know. His staring is starting to stab me," I said as I looked to the side, blushing a bit. In reality, I kind of like that he's paying me attention. Usually I absolutely hate attention, but when I want attention from a certain person, and get it, it's extremely satisfying. Maybe I'll go talk to him afterwards.

The game is over, we lost. For the three years I've been on this team, I've never imagined we'd lose to a no-name team like this, but what can I do? They have some cool people, admittedly, like Kageyama, and their libero's hair is definitely something. But out of that team, I only have one member in mind; the brown haired server. I saw him walk in the general direction of the stadium's bathroom, which was perfect for my plan.

"Kita, I need to go to the bathroom. Feel free to go watch the games without me," I told Kita. He nodded, and I went to the toilet that the brunette server went to.

"Hey..." I greeted.

I flinched, and turned around to see my celebrity crush, the Devil Server, or (L/n) (Y/n). Maybe he saw me staring at him, and had a problem with it.

"Hello, I'm talking to you," he chuckled.

"U-uh, I'm sorry I was staring at you!" I shouted, and bowed down repetitively.

"Woah, no need to apologize. I just wanted to

know your name," he smiled. He usually has a cold demeanor on, so I was definitely surprised that he smiled at me.

"I-I'm Kinoshita Hisashi..." I answered, a little relieved.

"I'm (L/n) (Y/n). Now, I gotta go soon, since my best friend would be wondering where I am. So, you're really cute, and I was wondering if I can have your number?" He asked.

"Uhm, sure." I replied, trying not to turn beat red.

"Great!"

We both exchanged numbers, and went back to our teams. I actually used the bathroom first, though, and (L/n) washed his hand.

"Hey, you were great out there today, Kino, man!" Tanaka shouted at me. I was still blushing, and I genuinely hoped nobody noticed how red I was.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"You're a bit red, Kinoshita-san. Are you OK?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Y-yeah..."

Narita looked at me, then immediately wiggled his eyebrows, and Enno got the message.

"Ah, I know why he's so red. It's him isn't it?" Enno teased.

"S-shut up!" I shouted.

"Ah, so it is him, the Devil Server." Narita also teased.

"Oh my god, shut your mouths!" I shouted as I ran away, flustered.

"Hey, (L/n)... you're a little red, are you OK?" Kita asked.

"Mhm..." I nodded.

"Why is Karasuno staring at you?" Suna asked.

I looked at the side of the bleachers that Karasuno was on, which was exactly the opposite side as us. I smiled slyly.

"I hit on one of the players." I straight-facedly answered Suna.

"You- what? (L/n), tell me exactly what you did in that bathroom." Kita sternly told me.

"Ohoho, senpai, I didn't know yer were freaky like that." Atsumu mused.

"Shut yer trap, 'Tsumu. You didn't even let him speak." Osamu scolded.

"Right, I asked for his number." I replied to Kita.

"At least you didn't do anything in there," he sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, stressed because the Miya twins started to fight. Suna got out his phone, and started recording.

"As if I would do that in a bathroom," I scoffed as I looked back at Hisashi, ignoring the fighting in the background.