(Y/n)'s first day of school had come to an end, the bustling hallways gradually emptying as students dispersed to their various activities. As the noise subsided, (y/n) found herself craving a moment of solitude, a chance to catch her breath and reflect on the day's events.
She navigated through the remaining clusters of friends, the laughter and excited chatter fading into the background. Determined to find a peaceful spot, she made her way outside, eager to bask in the tranquility of the late afternoon. The sun cast a warm golden glow over the campus, its rays gently embracing (y/n) as she stepped into the outdoor haven.
A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it a faint scent of blooming flowers. (Y/n) took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp air, and felt her tense muscles begin to relax. With a grateful sigh, she spotted an inviting bench nestled beneath a sprawling cherry blossom tree. It seemed to beckon her, promising a moment of respite from the hectic school day.
She quickened her pace, her footsteps echoing in the stillness. As she reached the bench, she lowered herself onto its weathered wooden surface, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The bench offered a comforting stability amidst the ebb and flow of school life, and (y/n) welcomed its embrace.
Leaning back against the cool backrest, (y/n) closed her eyes, allowing the serenity of the surroundings to envelop her. The gentle swaying of the cherry blossom branches above her created a soothing rhythm, like nature's lullaby. With each passing moment, the worries and pressures of the day melted away, replaced by a quiet sense of calm.
Lost in her thoughts, (y/n) reflected on the interactions she had experienced throughout the day. From her playful banter with Tsukishima to the camaraderie shared with Yamaguchi and the pleasant chat with Yachi during lunch, she realized that she was slowly weaving herself into the fabric of Karasuno High School.
However, (y/n)'s state of calmness didn't last long as two figures made their way towards her, their presence impossible to ignore. The boisterous calls and bright orange hair coming from her left made it clear who one of them was.
'Ah, that's Hinata,' (y/n) thought with a smile. 'And the other one must be Kageyama... Yep, he just smacked Hinata, so it's definitely him.'
Chuckling to herself, (y/n) sat up, her gaze fixated on the approaching duo. As Hinata bounded over, his energy practically radiating from every pore, (y/n)'s eyes sparkled with amusement and anticipation.
"Hey! What's up?" (Y/n)'s voice chimed happily, a warm welcome extended to her volleyball teammates.
Kageyama, on the other hand, found himself becoming a delightful shade of red. He averted his gaze, mumbling something unintelligible to himself. Clearly flustered by the friendly encounter, he excused himself hastily, muttering about needing to buy some milk.
Amused by Kageyama's reaction, (y/n) couldn't help but chuckle softly. 'Well, that was interesting. Looks like Kageyama can't handle the friendly banter.'
Now, that left her with the ever-energetic Hinata, (y/n) turned her full attention to him. She found herself drawn to his infectious enthusiasm and genuine curiosity.
"How was your first day of class, (y/n)-san?" Hinata asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.
A bright smile adorned (y/n)'s face as she responded, "It was pretty good! Tsukishima was a little annoying, but oh well. I managed to survive."
At the mention of the tall blonde, Hinata's expression shifted into a scowl, his brows furrowing in a mixture of annoyance and protectiveness. He clenched his fists and growled cutely, assuring (y/n) not to worry about the "scary tall jerk."
Chuckling at Hinata's adorable display of loyalty, (y/n) reached out and ruffled his orange locks affectionately. "Thank you, Hinata. It's good to know I have a teammate like you on my side. You make every day brighter."
Hinata's eyes widened, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and delight. He couldn't quite comprehend why (y/n)'s simple gesture and kind words affected him so deeply. It was as if a wave of warmth and encouragement washed over him, fueling his determination to be the best teammate he could be.
As the conversation continued, (y/n) and Hinata exchanged stories and anecdotes, their laughter blending harmoniously with the sounds of the school surroundings. They shared their excitement for the upcoming volleyball practices and matches, discussing strategies and goals they hoped to achieve as a team.
In that fleeting moment, sitting on the bench beneath the cherry blossom tree, (y/n) felt an indescribable connection not just to the sport she loved, but also to her fellow teammates. The bonds of camaraderie were strengthening, weaving a tapestry of friendship and shared dreams.
Kageyama returned, his demeanor noticeably calmer now that the flush of embarrassment had faded from his cheeks. He took long, purposeful sips from his drink, trying to regain his composure. However, as he approached (y/n), his body language became fidgety once again, his gaze fixated anywhere but on her.
With both Hinata and Kageyama now back, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder why they had been so insistent on coming to talk to her. Curiosity sparked within her, prompting her to address the elephant in the room.
"So, is there anything I can help you guys with?" (y/n) inquired, her eyes flickering between the two.
Kageyama scrunched his eyebrows, his gaze fixed on a nearby tree as if searching for answers within its bark. The rosy hue returned to his cheeks, betraying his nervousness. Gulping down the last of his milk, he suddenly bowed deeply, his voice booming as he shouted his request.
"P-Please help us with our homework!" he exclaimed with fervor, his intensity as palpable as ever.
'Does he always shout like that when making a request?' (Y/n) thought to herself, amused by Kageyama's unwavering determination.
Maintaining her sweet smile, (y/n) nodded in agreement, readily offering her assistance. Hinata, unable to contain his excitement, began bouncing on his feet, while Kageyama continued to bow and shout his thanks repeatedly.
'These two are quite the characters,' (y/n) mused, finding their dynamic both endearing and entertaining.
Giggling at their enthusiastic display, (y/n) calmed them down and retrieved her books, ready to guide them through their homework. As they worked through the problems together, (y/n) couldn't help but notice the charming quirks that surfaced in both boys.
Hinata, with his bright and determined eyes, mirrored the same look he wore when playing volleyball. His pink tongue peeked out adorably from the side of his mouth, and whenever he answered a question correctly, he couldn't resist making a little leap of celebration, his excitement contagious.
On the other hand, Kageyama maintained his intense focus, his gaze piercing through the paper as if trying to imprint the solutions into his mind. When he answered a question correctly, (y/n) praised him and gently patted his shoulder. This simple gesture always sent a jolt of nervous energy through him, causing him to become even more fidgety as he exclaimed his determination to continue doing his best.
After some time, the duo managed to tackle most of their questions and grasp the underlying concept of the lesson. Glancing at her watch, (y/n) realized it was getting close to practice time. With a wave, she excused herself to get changed, leaving Hinata and Kageyama to organize their belongings, their faces still flushed like roses.
"(Y/n)-san is truly amazing!" Hinata exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "She's like pow, kablaaam! Suddenly, our homework makes sense! And she's so pretty too! And she can play volleyball!"
Hinata's excitement was palpable, the image of stars swirling around his head as he became caught up in his own enthusiasm. Kageyama, feeling a mix of annoyance and agreement, retorted, "Hinata, you idiot! Don't talk about her like that! She's just talented, that's all."
Grumbling under his breath, Kageyama refused to admit the truth that lay beneath his brash denial. The way (y/n) had encouraged him with his work had made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel nervous whenever she was around. The fact that she was not only a top-level volleyball player but also undeniably beautiful only made it even more challenging for him to handle his emotions.
'She's so amazing,' both boys silently concluded, their thoughts aligning in unspoken agreement. Little did they know that their admiration for (y/n) was mutual, and their shared experiences would forge an unbreakable bond that would shape their journey on and off the volleyball court.