- third person pov -
It's been almost two weeks since Kise had called ( Y/n ). There were now only two more days till the newly crowned Ice Queen, talk of Inarizaki, would be reunited with her blonde-haired friend.
These almost two weeks have been rather eventful for the eldest Miya triplet. She had been attending most of the volleyball team's morning practises where she helped by taking notes on the players and handing out their drinks and towels.
She discovered that the first years always have their own morning practises, so the only time she ever got to see Akira was during lunchtimes.
Every two days ( Y/n ) would eat lunch with the volleyball team, who she was slowly warming up to. During those lunchtimes, she began getting closer to Suna, Kita and Akagi, she had also gotten back to where she was with Ojiro and Akira, much to her delight.
She had also gotten so close to Kurihara and Nakamura, that they now had inside jokes and were on first-name basis.
She had informed Akira about her real relation to the so called 'Miya twins'. He, of course, was shocked to discover his friend was related to the two volleyball stars. But he was more shocked and enraged for the fact that they were the same siblings she had claimed to have treated her like dirt to her basketball team.
Turns out, the reason why Akira was at Inarizaki instead of being in Tokyo, was because he received a scholarship. Despite his childish personality, he's actually rather smart, not to mention a talented athlete.
Ojiro had also been keeping his mouth shut about knowing her true relation towards Atsumu and Osamu, which she was grateful for. However, he was pushing her two brothers to "hurry up and makeup already".
She had also made sure to tell Kise about how she had told everyone that Atsumu and Osamu were her cousins instead of her brothers. So in case he was around the team he wouldn't spill the secret.
She had been regularly calling and keeping in contact with her friends from Tokyo. Hearing them rant about their new teammates brought her joy and entertainment, especially when Aomine would complain about his upperclassmen while Momoi scolded him.
Very few somewhat bad things had happened throughout these past days. She had become the talk of the school for showing those three third years (who she had still didn't know the names of) their places, now being crowned as Inarizaki's Ice Queen. No one dared to mess with her and tended to avoid her.
The basketball coach somehow was an exception.
He had been pestering her to help coach with him to the point where he'd stand out the front gate after school, waiting for her to walk through it until he had to go back to the gym to begin practice. His actions forced her to stay in the library until halfway through the basketball teams practice in order to go home, avoiding him.
She was 🤏 close to punching him.
Her, Atsumu and Osamu were slowly getting closer, slowly but surely. Normal conversations began to bloom between them during lunchtimes, breakfast and dinner, and even when they were just walking down the school corridors.
( D/n ) was enjoying the improvement in their relationship. Their mother, however... god she was being a bitch as always but ( Y/n ) had managed to ignore her for most of the time. However, ( M/n ) was slowly beginning to get on the other three males nerves.
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NOW PLAYING:
Hypnotize
The Notorious B.I.G
It was now 4 am, and ( Y/n ) was currently cleaning her room.
Moving all of the couches out of the way, she vacuumed her entire room, the thick floor shielding her actions from the rest of her family. The dim moonlight poured in through the skylight as the room was illuminated by the teenagers' led lights.
Taking a break, she leans against the counter of her mini kitchen. Sighing she grabs a can of (insert drink) out from her mini-fridge before opening it. Hearing a satisfying "psssshhh" followed by some fizzing noises, she feels her shoulders relax before chugging half of her drink in one go.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she rests the can back down on the counter before moving back towards the misplaced couches. Pushing and pulling them back into place, the girl doesn't break a sweat. Instead, she thinks of what she has to do next.
It's not like her room was a mess, but the thought of having someone over pressured her into cleaning it, despite it being someone who she knew wouldn't judge her.
After moving the couches, she scoops the candy wrappers and drink cans into her rubbish bin. Looking into the bin, she realised just how full it was, last weeks homework spilling out the sides.
Sighing she effortlessly lifts up the bin with her right arm, resting it against her hip she opens the door to her left hand before making her way downstairs.
As her feet meet the wooden floorboards of the living room, she looks up to meet ( M/n ) who was dressed in a light blue button-up shirt which was tucked into her tight black skirt. Her long brown hair was slicked back into a neat ponytail, her black heels snapped as she walked towards the kettle.
"Yo." ( Y/n ) greets her with a nod before walking around the couches. She continues to walk out the glass sliding door, and around through the side gate to the small walkway at the side of their house where their rubbish bins were. Tipping her rubbish in with a few thumps, she retraces her steps into the house.
Stepping back into the house, the teenager drops her bin next to the island before making her way past her mother and to the sink.
"What are you doing up this early?" ( M/n ) asks, leaning against the island, coffee in hand.
Turning on the tap, ( Y/n )allows the hot water and lavender scented soap to roll around and off her hands.
"Random motivation." ( Y/n ) blankly replies, drying her hands off with the soft black towel which was rested on the handle of the oven.
( Y/n ) hears her mother sipping her coffee behind her. The silence envelops the two women as the moon came out from behind the clouds. Shining its light in through the sliding door and windows, illuminating the dark living room and kitchen.
( Y/n ) clenches her fist before glaring into her mother's eyes.
"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" The teenager asks, breaking the tense staring contest. She sees ( M/n )'s eyebrows rise before she rests her mug on the counter.
"What do you mean?" The brunette asks, arms crossed over her chest as she leans back against the island. ( Y/n )'s eyes narrow, face twisting in frustration.
"Don't play dumb, ( M/n ). We both know what I'm talking about." ( Y/n ) states, fully turning to the older woman whose eyes widened upon hearing her daughter call her by her first name.
She wasn't going to lie, it kind of hurt.
Regaining her composure, she rolls her shoulders back, standing at full height, not coming close to her daughter's height.
"Can I not treat my daughter kindly?" She asks ( Y/n ), covering her hurt with fake confidence. She sees her daughter clench her fist in anger.
"Why start now? You seemed to be fine with treating me like shit a few years ago." ( Y/n ) coldly replies, her gaze hardening as her grey eyes pierced the brown ones in front of her.
( Y/n ) could've sworn she had seen a flash of regret in the older woman's eyes as she harshly glared at her.
( M/n ) opened her mouth to talk only for nothing to come out, resulting in ( Y/n ) sighing before walking to her side. Picking up the rubbish bin, she glances at her mother with a hint of sadness in her cold grey eyes.
"It's a shame really." She says, looking down at the floor while her mother looks at her, eyes filled with curiosity.
"Seeing all of those other girls with their mothers. Seeing them be all so happy." The younger says, hugging her bin to her, eyes filled with sorrow.
"It's a shame we'll never have that." She finishes. ( Y/n )'s eyes were no longer filled with rage nor sorrow, they were completely cold and emotionless as they bored into ( M/n )'s soul.
"Just don't get in the way of my and my brothers relationship." She warns her mother before walking towards, and up the stairs, disappearing up them.
( M/n ) watched ( Y/n ) with longing eyes. It's true that she had tried to manipulate ( Y/n ) into being the way she wanted to her to be by ignoring her. She wanted a daughter who would want to go shopping with her, do each other's hair, pamper parties. Girly things.
But she got the daughter that wanted to do the opposite. ( Y/n ) wanted to explore, push her boundaries, kick ass, be masculine, play sports, and to be able to fight on her own rather than rely on a man.
( M/n ) now realised that ignoring her only daughter wasn't the answer, she should've just accepted her right away. ( M/n ) did what she had sworn never to do.
She had repeated her parents' mistakes.
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Sighing in frustration, the black-haired girl dumps her bin back next to her mini kitchen before turning to the duster which was rested on the counter.
Feeling a surge of motivation ripple through her once more she grabs the duster and marches towards her desk.
She continues to clean for another hour or so before she hears her alarm go off. 5:30am it read.
Slamming it off, she grabs the neatly folded clothes off of her bed before lazily walking into the bathroom. Flicking on the lights and slightly opening the high window, blind still down, she turns on the shower.
Feeling the water turn warm in her hands, she strips off her clothes before glancing at her figure in the mirror. Staring at her naked self she throws up the peace sign.
"I'm so fucking sexy." She says, fooling around by placing her hand on her hip and posing.
After she had washed and dries herself off she steps out of the shower. After she gets changed into her uniform, she walks out of her bathroom, steam following her out.
Brushing her hair she feels her stomach grumble, causing her to pout as she patted her stomach.
A barely noticeable skip was present in the way she walked downstairs, yet her excitement was visible in the small smile on her face.
She heard quiet voices below her feet, assuming they were her siblings she continued what she was doing. Her assumptions were confirmed when she made it to the bottom floor, her mother no longer present.
Both boys were making breakfast like every other morning. Well, Osamu was because Atsumu can't cook for shit. Walking past them and into the laundry ( Y/n ) greets them with a simple "good morning." Walking out of the laundry she's met with two "good morning"s.
Lazy footsteps echoed throughout the living room and another round of greetings was thrown around.
( D/n ) drags his feet into the kitchen, yawning and scratching the back of his head. After flicking on the kettle, their father walks into the living area and picks up the remote.
Turning on the television, he changes the channel to the music channel.
The country's top ten echoed throughout the room as the four family members sat down at the dining table.
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The peaceful breakfast was over in a flash and it was time for the triplets to make their way to school.
The warm wind tickled their skin as they walked in a line down the streets of their quiet neighbourhood. The sun has still yet to rise, but the older girl found it warm enough to keep her friend's hoodie in her bag.
The convenience store came into view. Upon seeing it, ( Y/n ) remembers the bet between Akira and herself.
FLASHBACK:
"Oi, ( N/n )-chan." Akira says.
Sitting across from him, ( Y/n ) turns away from her food and looks up into her friend's blue irises. Raising an eyebrow, she urges him to continue.
"How tall do you think Murasakibara-kun is now?" He asks, boredly pushing his food around in his bento using his chopsticks.
"Heck if I'd know." The girl shrugs.
"Most likely a damn tree by now." She jokes as her brothers at the other end of the table begin to bicker. She witnesses Akira's eyes lighten.
"Shoot, he's thinking of something dumb." She thinks to herself.
"Spit it out." She says, resting her chopsticks down on the edge of her bento.
Akira adjusted his arms so his elbows were rested on the table as he clasped his hands. Resting his chin on his hands he smirks at her.
"The new copy of monthly basketball is coming out tomorrow right?" He asks, causing ( Y/n ) to nod, curious as to where this conversation was going.
"So... Wanna make a bet?" The boy asks. The question doesn't take ( Y/n ) by surprise. She enjoyed making bets with those around her so she nodded her head.
"I bet..." He trails off as he stares off into space before snapping back into reality.
"I bet three packets of pocky and two onigiri's that Murasakibara-kun is now 6'5-6'7." He says.
He knows that there was no backing out now as he watches the girl in front of him close her eyes, deep in thought.
As she thought to herself she felt her gut twist and churn as she neared the correct conclusion. Opening her eyes she smirks back at the white-haired male.
"I bet 4 packets of any food you want that Atsu-chan is now 6'8-6'10." She concludes, the sun shone through the window behind her, casting a shadow over her face as she grinned at him.
"Now that the bets are placed, how will we know that the other hasn't gotten their hands on the magazine." He asks as he finishes writing down what the two of them had bet.
"What? Why?" He only beams brightly.
"For suspense... duh!"
Placing her hand on her chin her eyes wander around the table. Her eyes land on Kita and Ojiro as a lightbulb goes off in her head.
"What if, we go to the store together in the morning then walk together to school and hand it to Kita or Ojiro until lunch time or something." She suggests before earning a nod from her friend.
"Sounds good to me."
FLASHBACK OVER
There her white-haired friend was. Standing in front of the store, staring down at his phone.
As they near him, ( Y/n ) kicks his foot with her own, catching his attention. A grin takes place on his face.
"You ready to lose this bet?" Akira asks after greeting her two brothers as he grins at her.
"As if I'd ever lose to you." She says, a smirk growing on her face before walking into the store, the first year following behind her.
Greeting Tabata, she makes her way into the snack aisle. Buying two packets of (insert candy) she makes her way to the counter, Akira stands there waiting for her.
"I'll pay for the magazine." He says, grabbing one from the stack before placing it on the counter. The plastic covered magazine creates loud crinkling sounds as the boy does so.
Nodding she placed her candy on the counter. After having her items scanned, the two friends say their farewells to the lady behind the counter.
"Ya guys got what cha needed?" Osamu asks as the two basketball players walked through the automatic sliding doors.
( Y/n ) nods before handing the magazine to her grey-haired brother.
"Can you please hold onto this till we get to school?" She asks him. Both brothers raise an eyebrow.
"We've made a bet about one of our friend's height. We wanna wait 'til lunch to find out." Akira explains causing his upperclassmen to nod in understanding.
The four athletes turned towards the direction of their school, the sun rising from the same direction. Walking towards the rising sun, they walk in pairs of two.
- ☹︎ -
It was now lunchtime at Inarizaki High. Morning practice had come and gone along with their morning classes.
( Y/n ) and Akira had decided to give the magazine to Kita who gladly looked after it. He was now seated at one end of the volleyball team's normal table in the cafeteria, magazine in hand.
His eyes scanned over the front cover which had five silhouettes, all standing in different poses.
The volleyball team were seated down at their regular table. Many were waiting for ( Y/n ) and Akira to show up, eager to see who would win the bet Atsumu and Osamu were talking about during practice.
"Yo." A soft voice rang out drawing most of the boys' heads away from their food to meet a familiar pair of grey eyes.
"Heya~!" An energetic voice sang out, causing the boys to turn to the opposite side of the table. Smooth white hair resting on top of the speaker.
Standing across from each other on opposite sides of the table, the two teens who owned those voices looked up at each other. Grey eyes clashed with blue, lightning connected to two as they glared at each other.
The tense atmosphere grew stronger before the two of them sat down, directly in front of where they were standing. A smirk made its way to the younger boys face.
"You ready to lose?" He asks, raising his chin slightly. Seeing how confident he was, ( Y/n ) felt a smirk grow on her face too.
"That's my line." She states, leaning forward on her elbows, her hands clasped. Her chin rested on her hands as she stares into his deep blue eyes.
"Aran-chan, can you please read out the article about Murasakibara Atsushi in the magazine that Kita-san is holding?" ( Y/n ) requests, feeling her smirk grow wider.
I'm going to win this!
I'm going to win this.
Ojiro takes the magazine out of Kita's hands, both sharing a confused look. Both boys shrugged, still not used to the odd Tokyo duo's shenanigans.
Carefully ripping open the plastic cover, Ojiro feels the stares of his teammates boring into him. A tense silence settle upon them, it felt as if someone was pressing their mouths shut with a pillow. It was suffocating.
Once the third year manages to pull the magazine out of the plastic cover, he exhales a sigh of relief. Thank god I didn't mess up, that would be awkward.
Turning to the first page he's met with photos of five males, all males presented in the photo possessed peculiar coloured hair.
"The Generation Of Miracles?" He asks, his eyes furrowing at the title. Each one of the "miracles" had their names under them and the number of the page they were on.
"That's them. Atsu-chan is the tall purple-haired one." ( Y/n ) says, her grin threatening to turn into a soft smile upon thinking of her best friend.
Ojiro feels his eyebrows rise up before he looked under the purple-haired male's feet.
Murasakibara Atsushi
Center
Yōsen High
page 15
Turning to the fifteenth page, he's met with photos and facts about Murasakibara.
In the corner of the page, he saw a photo of him walking out of a store, hands filled with candy. He looked as if he was talking to someone in the store, his head tilted back and his mouth open.
"Please just read about his height." Akira requests, slowly growing impatient. Clearing his throat, the brown boy focuses on the words in front of him.
"Murasakibara Atsushi, member of the Generation of Miracles attends Yōsen High. Although he is only a first year, he shows no sign of getting shorter as he stands at-"
The dark skinned male's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he reads the number written down. Feeling his grip on the magazine tighten in disbelief he feels Ginjima and Kita's concerned glances burn into the side of his face.
Ginjima leans over his shoulder, his eyes copying his upperclassmen's.
"6'10?!" The two shriek in sync as they re-read the paragraph. Jaws all around the table drop to the floor. Many of them were about to protest how that had to be utter bullshit, however, they were interrupted by a loud cheer.
"HA SUCK IT!" ( Y/n ) shouts, raising her fists up in the air in celebration. The surrounding boys stared at the girl in confusion and disbelief, for they never knew she could yell like that.
Akira huffs air out through his nose as he crosses his arms over his chest. Turning his head to the side he subconsciously pouts angrily.
"You have to buy me pocky after school~" ( Y/n ) sang, swaying from side to side as she pulls out her bentos.
Ojiro passes the magazine down the table to Akira who was currently sulking. His state of disappointment made his female friend giggle.
"Don't worry about it A-ki-ra~. It's just a bet." She reminds him, singing the syllables of his name.
Suna, who was sitting next to the girl gave her a curious glance. Actually, everyone gave her a curious yet confused glance, but nonetheless shrugged it off and continued conversing and eating.
She's in a really good mood. Suna concludes in his head before turning back to his phone. ( Y/n ) turns to Akira who had finally stopped sulking and was now reading the magazine.
"Is there anything good in there?" ( Y/n ) asks, leaning over to him as she stuffed her mouth with rice.
"Nah it's the same old." The white haired boy responds, sliding the magazine to her.
"Who do you think will win the winter cup this year?" Akira questions, popping the straw of his carton filled with apple juice in his mouth.
Looking down at the magazine, ( Y/n ) opens it. She softly smiles at the photo of her five friends, however that smile was quickly replaced by a frown.
"They keep on forgetting Tetsu-chan." She mumbles, gripping the magazine hard enough to crinkle up the pages.
Once she had calmed down she flips through the pages, only to stop at the page about Touou Academy. Her blue-haired friend was the main subject and most talked about player on the page.
( Y/n ) also saw a picture of her pink-haired friend, Satsuki. She continues to turn the pages until she gets to Rakuzan High.
The girl feels her eyebrows rise as she reads their starting lineup. She felt Akira's eyes on her which reminded her that she still hadn't answered his question.
"I don't know," She started after swallowing her food. Her plain answer causes Akira to sigh and shake his head.
"But..." Akira tiredly returns his gaze to his friend, asking her to continue.
"I think it would be close between Rakuzan High and one of the others." She states, rubbing her chin. Her answer causes Akira to ask what makes her think that.
"Not only do they have three of the uncrowned kings but look who's their new captain." She responds before folding the book back, raising her arm up she holds up the page that possessed a photo of the old captain of her team. Akira felt his jaw drop.
"Akashi-kun's the captain?! But he's just a first year!" Akira exclaims, catching Akagi and Omimi's attention. Both third years who were sitting on opposite sides of him, lean in to examine the page.
"He's a first year?" Akagi asks, taking in Akashi's red-ish hair and cold heterochromatic eyes. ( Y/n ) hums in reply.
"Sei-chan has always been a good captain, it's no surprise. But it is impressive that he's the captain of three uncrowned kings." ( Y/n ) states, returning the magazine to herself, resting her chin in her hand.
Before anybody could ask what an uncrowned king was, the bell rang signalling the end of lunch break. All teenagers sigh before packing up their things.
The athletes say their farewells before scattering in different directions. The five second years walked down the halls and up the stairs together before entering their classrooms.
Upon entering her classroom, she immediately makes her way to the back of the class. Returning multiple greetings from her classmates, the tall girl doesn't miss the obnoxious stare of her ex-teammate, which she just ignored.
Plopping down in her seat she turns to the side, noticing that her blonde haired friend isn't there.
"Ah that's right, he's sick." She mumbles to herself before crossing her arms on the table and resting her head on them. ( Y/n ) eventually falls into a slumber as the teacher walks in.
- ☹︎ -
"( L/n )-san, wake up." A cute round girl attempts to wake up her sleeping classmate. As she was about to poke her head she was interrupted by the door sliding open.
"Don't do that, she'll get angry." The figure standing outside the door says. Strolling into the room the male's features became clear.
White hair flowed down from his scalp, his tanned biceps pressed against his rolled up shirt. His blue irises stared at ( Y/n ) who was softly snoring. He gave the girl a smile, flashing his pearly whites.
"I'll take care of this." He softly states, placing a hand on her shoulder before walking past her to his friend. The plump girl feels her cheeks heat up as she nods.
Standing in front of ( Y/n ), he placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair while caressing her scalp with his thumb he begins to softly whisper.
"Come on ( Y/n ). It's time to wake up." He softly whispers down at her, causing her to groan and move her head away from his hand.
"Five more days, Keiji~" She lazily groans, waving her hand around in a pathetic attempt to swat Akira's hand away. Akira sighs and rolls his eyes playfully, a smile crossing his mouth.
He pulls out the magazine from her bag before rolling it up. The second years behind him realise what he's about to do. Reaching out to stop him, their eyes filled with terror.
They were too late.
A soft slap filled the room, causing everyone to freeze, including the teacher who was just packing her things up. All of them gulp, except for Akira who was grinning.
The black-haired girl shot up onto her two feet, her hands still on her desk as her bottom pushes her seat back, a screeching noise echoed through the room.
The girl yawns before lazily turning her head towards her classmates. All of them flinch under her gaze. Their actions cause ( Y/n ) to tilt her head like a lost puppy.
"What's the matter?" She asks tiredly before grabbing her bag off of the floor. All of her classmates sigh with relief before telling her it was nothing and giving her a farewell.
( Y/n ) arches an eyebrow at the only person who stayed behind. Misaki.
The shorter girl opened her mouth to say something, only for her to be interrupted.
"Heyyy~ ( N/n )-chaaan." Akira says, unnecessarily loud as he slings an arm over her shoulders. Pulling her towards him he grins at her.
"Come to my practice will you?" He asks, blocking ( Y/n ) from Misaki's view. ( Y/n ) sees what he's trying to do and smiles at him gratefully.
"Sure, I want to see just how good you've gotten." She says as she nods. Akira beams in response before taking her hand into his and dragging her through the rows of desks and past Misaki.
Just as they were passing her Akira gives the shorter girl a cold glare, almost mimicking ( Y/n )'s. His glare causes Misaki to shiver as she watches them dash out the door.
"Misaki are you ready to g-" A voice asked as the two former Teiko students walked through the door. Staring down at yet another shorter girl, they both feel their scrunch up their noses.
( Bsf/n ) stood there, staring up at them in shock.
"( L/n )." She breathes out before ( Y/n ) and Akira begin marching down the halls, completely ignoring the two girls. Both girls stand outside the door of class 2-5 as they watch the duo's backs.
Walking to the gym, Akira turns to ( Y/n ) as he untangles their fingers.
"That was them, wasn't it? Those two bitches you told us about." He asks, receiving a nod from ( Y/n ). Both sigh in sync before turning to each other, sharply exhaling through their noses as a laugh.
Standing outside the gym they go their separate ways, Akira going to the changing room whereas ( Y/n ) enters the gym straight away. Opening the door with a loud screech, all heads turn her way.
"( Y/n )? what are you doing here?" Turning to the voice, she's met with Atsumu and Osamu.
"Aki-chan dragged me here." She yawns into the back of her hand before dragging her feet towards the bench. Receiving and returning greetings, she sits down on the bench.
Her eyes scan the room, examining all the unfamiliar faces she heard the door to the changing room open. Turning her head she's met with Akira.
"( Y/n )." Kita says as he approaches her. She looks up at the standing male.
"Yo Kita-san." She greets, shocking all the first years at how informal she was. They had a small conversation before he requests her to introduce herself to the first years.
Sighing she stands up at full height while Kita claps his hands to get everyone's attention. The volleyball players huddle around the two of them. Kita glances up at ( Y/n ), his eyes asking her to introduce herself. Clearing her throat she steps foward.
"Yo. My name's ( L/n ) ( Y/n ), I'm Atsumu and Osamu's cousin. It's nice to meet you." She says, nodding at the small crowd, her eyes closed.
Her eyes shoot open before she quickly rotates her body and raises her arm, just in time for her hand to collide with a volleyball.
A loud smack echoes throughout the gym as the ball makes contact with her hand. Although ( Y/n ) slightly winces from the strong impact, she still manages to keep a grip on the ball in her large hand.
"What are you trying to do, Akira?" She asks lowly as she lowers the ball from her face to make eye contact with the white-haired boy.
"Damnit~" Akira whines as he places a hand on his forehead, gripping his hair. All the surrounding boys feel their jaws drop at his actions.
Serinuma, you crazy bastard! They all thought.
"I thought I could catch you off guard." He huffs, placing his hands on his hips as he rolls his eyes. ( Y/n ) sighs before placing the ball on her index finger, spinning it.
"You guys are still going on with that? You lot should just give it up." She states before throwing the ball back at him with unnecessary strength which causes Akira to wince at the pain.
"You put up an offer that nobody could refuse! I'm not giving up! I'm going to be the one to catch you off guard!" He claims loudly which causes ( Y/n ) to smirk.
"You guys haven't managed to, despite knowing me for four years." She states.
"Keep trying if you want to, but it'll be a waste of time." She tells him before turning to the confused volleyball team.
"Forgive the interruption, please continue with your practice." The tall girl says before making her way to the bench.
Kita nods before clapping his hands. "You heard her, go set up the court." He orders as they respond with nods before rushing off.
- ☹︎ -
Not too long after halftime, there was a knock that could be heard from the metal doors. Kita goes to the door, sliding it open he orders the others to continue what they're doing before stepping out.
After a few minutes Kita walks back in.
"( L/n )-san, you have a visitor." He says, grabbing the players on the court's attention. ( Y/n ) tilts her head before standing up and making her way to the door.
I swear to god if it's the basketball coach. She thinks to herself as she walks up to Kita, her brothers watching her every move.
A flash of yellow poked in through the door, causing ( Y/n ) to stop in her tracks. The figure in front of the door was slightly taller than ( Y/n ) and possessed a muscular build. They had pale skin and gold irises.
"( Y/n )-cchi!" The figure yelled, spreading out their arms before running at her.( Y/n ) feels her face light up and a happy smile stretch across her face.
"Ryo-chan!"