Volleyball. I wonder what the team is like at this school. I was in my old school's team and, not to brag or anything but, I think that my sets were pretty good. Unfortunately, the spikers on my team were awful. So, I could never play a proper match. Let's hope its better at this school.
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The sound of volleyballs being spiked and shoes squeaking on the floor made adrenalin rush through my body.
Before I knew it, I was in front of the gym entrance, looking around excitedly.
My eyes only lingered on each thing for under a second, however, they took in every detail.
It wasn't until I had looked around the gym multiple times, that my eyes finally rested on a muscular body, staring with his jaw dropped, right at me.
He was creeping me out. But... he was kinda cute. His hair was chalky grey and black, and looked so silky, even though it was spiky. I just wanted to run my fingers through it.
And oh! Oh wow! His muscles! They were amazing. I really wanted to feel up and down his arm.
Stop it! Now's not the time!
I stepped inside calmly, trying not to draw too much attention to myself, even though someone who looked like the ace, was staring straight at me.
I walked over to him slowly.
"You okay?" I asked him, genuinely concerned for him as he seemed like he had zoned out really far.
He snapped out of it pretty quickly but looked extremely nervous, for some reason.
"Oh! Yeah! I just think that you look so - I mean your shoes are so cool." He replied.
I was confused. My shoes? But what was he going to say before that? I tipped my head to the side.
"Umm... thanks, I guess."
I started to walk off towards the coach, and my shoulder brushed his.
Holy cow he was solid!
When I was beginning to think everything was going to get normal, he ran back up to me.
"So, err... what's your name?" He asked.
"Akaashi. Keiji Akaashi."
I was about to ask him his name when he proceeded to ask me if he could call me a number of different names.
I denied all of them. He was really energetic and it was starting to creep me out.
He began to ask me if I wanted to hang out with him after practice, but before I had time to process his question, I said no and quickly walked away.
~~~~~~~~ after practice
In the changing rooms
I had thought about hanging out with the guy from earlier, who's name is Bokuto, and decided that it would be good if I could get to know him.
Plus, there would be more time to stare at his beautiful body!
I stood up and walked over to a shirtless Bokuto. He turned around and locked eyes with me. But instead of joy, his face showed fear.
He quickly covered as much of his torso as possible. But it was too late. I had already seen.
A number of large, purple bruises were dotted over his body. And, now that I looked, they were on his legs too.
My eyes widened in shock. What was happening to him?
To be continued...