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๐™™๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™ง
โ†  ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ค๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ!! ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐Ž๐›๐ž๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ค๐š๐ง๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข, ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐„๐ง๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ, ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐’๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐€๐ค๐š๐ณ๐š/๐‡๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š ๐™๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข
โžน ๐”๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ค๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐š ๐‡๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐•๐š๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐Š๐˜๐”๐”!! ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐š๐ง๐š๐ค๐š ๐‘๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
โžฝ ๐Š๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ, ๐๐ž๐ค๐จ๐ฆ๐š, ๐…๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐๐š๐ง๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ก๐š ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ข ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐š
โžฝ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
ใ€Œ ๐Ž๐๐„๐˜ ๐Œ๐„ ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›, ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐ค๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐…๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐š๐ ๐ž
โ˜… ๐๐ฎ๐›๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐‰๐ข๐ง/๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐œ๐ž
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข, ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐„๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐“๐š๐ค๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ ๐จ/๐‡๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐š
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‰๐”๐‰๐”๐“๐’๐” ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐’๐„๐ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š, ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐๐š๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐จ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
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โžฝ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐„๐ข๐ญ๐š

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𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫(𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: FTholic

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"[𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞], 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" ¹

and [name] stopped with what she was doing as she turned to look at her close friend, Wakatoshi. It had been quite some time then as she turned to look at the clock, and soon to her phone where she looked at the year.

Currently a third-year at Shiratorizawa Academy, it made her realized how time had flown by. How she had known Wakatoshi for a good three years now, even becoming a close friend with him. Which also meant she had known her crush for three years too.

Semi Eita.

"Eh? Nothing is wrong," she answered, and Wakatoshi could only look at her with his usual stoic expression on his face, causing him to often look rather intimidating. But [name] understood him a little too well then, given how she was their manager for the volleyball team.

And recently, they had suffered a huge loss.

Losing against Karasuno during the Finals when they were playing for the Spring High, Miyagi Prefecture Representative tournaments.

"You can't lie," Wakatoshi pointed out, and [name] could only remain silent then as indeed, she was lying about how nothing was wrong. Deep down, she was worried.

She was worried about Semi Eita instead, as he hardly spoke to her anymore ever since their loss. She was present during the final match, and how it had broken him apart to realize that he wouldn't be able to play on the court anymore.

For he was somehow 'replaced' by a 2nd-year setter. He couldn't get angry, since it was the coaches' decisions, and he could only be brought in as a pinch server then. [name] was often with him ever since their first-year in Shiratorizawa Academy.

And as much as she tried to deny her feelings for the setter, she was often teased by Tendo, who always urged her to confess. Sometimes he would go to the point of poking fun of Eita, who would often tell him to buzz off.

Yet, the Shiratorizawa Academy's volleyball team could only watch in agony as the duo were oblivious to the feelings they had for each other.

"If you are worried about him, you should go and find him," Wakatoshi spoke out, snapping her out of her thoughts and she could only smile then, waving her hand as if telling him that he has no need to worry about what she was thinking.

"Huh? What?" she spoke out, feigning confusion then and Wakatoshi grabbed hold of his bag as he proceeds to walk out of the classroom, which [name] followed closely. She pressed her lips into a fine thin line then, since there wasn't any practice.

It meant there was a high chance that she wouldn't be meeting Eita.

"𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 [𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞]-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧!" ²

and [name], along with Wakatoshi stopped in their tracks as they turned to look as Tendo was busy pulling Eita along the hallway, whereas [name] could only smile gently as she looked at how tired Eita was.

"Eita? Did you not sleep?" she asked, and Eita remained silent then, not wanting to look at [name] as he realized how she had easily found out about him not sleeping.

"Anyway, ask me what?" she asked, and Tendo's lips curled up into a wide smile then.

"A sleepover! With the miracle boy, Wakatoshi-kun and Semisemi!" Tendo spoke out and [name] blinked her eyes a few times then and she could only frown, wondering what Tendo was up to.

"I didn't agree to th-," and Tendo quickly covered Wakatoshi's mouth then as he looked at [name], smiling ever so usual as he waited for [name] to give the green light.

"Uh... Only you three?" [name] asked, and Tendo nodded his head vigorously as he spun around all too sudden, bumping into [name] who staggered forward and ended up falling into Eita's arms, where he caught her carefully.

"What about Reon?" [name] asked.

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Only us!" Tendo pointed out and [name] could only let out a soft sigh, nodding her head as her pink-tinted lips curled up into a soft smile then.

"Okay, I'll see you all tonight. Let me inform my mother then," she pointed out and soon turned to walk away quickly as she needed to return home and inform her mother about how the boys were staying over once again.

It was normal for her mother to be expecting the third-years to sleepover at their house, and it was often then. Her mother was happy too, to be able to feed them with her delicious cooking, and sometimes she would even ask [name] to invite them over.

Which [name] hesitantly did so as she knew Tendo would start joking around with her father, and thus all the jokes that made them cringe or facepalm was often heard as well.

"Satori... What are you plotting here?" Eita asked and Tendo looked at him confusedly then.

"We are in our final year and graduating soon! We need to make as many memories as possible just like old times!" Tendo pointed out and Eita could only let out a sigh, allowing the guess monster to have his way then.

"Whatever..." he mumbled out as he looked at [name]'s retreating figure.

"It must have been hard, right?" [name]'s mother spoke out as they were having dinner together with the third-years who were going to sleepover at their house. Which [name], didn't mind having them stay for the night. But often she would end up sleeping on the sofa while the boys were sleeping on the floor.

Their conversation was lingering about the loss that they faced during the finals, and [name] tried her best to get her mother to stop talking about it. And somehow, she was thankful that her father wasn't home since he had to work overtime.

[name] turned to look, watching as Tendo and Wakatoshi spoke to her mother about their loss, yet her eyes laid upon Eita who was poking at his food then. Seemingly to have lost his appetite.

She was worried, worried the entire time when she saw his face when they lost. How that expression tore her heart apart, and all she wanted to do was to comfort him then. But she couldn't bring herself to do so, as she too, wasn't sure of what to do.

And she wasn't sure how much time had passed as she turned to look at the now-empty table, where she realized she had been staring at Eita for quite some time, and his face was flushed red when he noticed her gaze.

She rubbed the back of her neck then as she stood up, heading to the backyard of her home where they often hung out as they looked up at the stars. She watched and was rather surprised that Wakatoshi and Tendo were playing with sparkles.

That her mother had given them in order to cheer them up.

She then turned to look as Eita sat next to her on the patio, watching the duo before them enjoy themselves as they lit the sparkles up, and [name] could only press her lips into a fine thin line then.

"Eita?" she whispered out and Eita turned to look at her, noticing how she was holding her hand out to him. He blushed slightly as he reached out, placing his hand into hers as she tugged him along. Where they got up and walked away, towards the other side of the backyard, around the corner.

"[name], what's wrong?" he asked, and [name] turned to look at him. Her lips parted then as she had on a worried gaze, and Eita could somehow feel himself drowning in her eyes.

"Eita, are you alright?" she asked, and Eita could only look at her confusedly then. That's when it struck to him that he was the only one that [name] has yet to check on as well. He lowered his head, avoiding her look, only to have her hands on either side of his face.

"I didn't dare to check up on you, given how you would often want to be alone. But seeing you act like nothing is wrong, makes me worried," she pointed out as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, and he could only then look at her.

"I'm... Alright..." he whispered out, trying his best to not break apart. Who would feel alright when he couldn't be of much help, and he could only watch at the sideline how he could no longer step onto the court.

"Liar... You are so bad at lying, Eita," she spoke out and Eita's eyes widened as he looked at her smiling gently at him and soon, watched as her pink-tinted lips parted once more.

"I love you, Eita. I love you ever since first-year, and I want you to know that no matter what I'll always be by your side. And that I'm proud of you, with whatever you do," she pointed out and Eita's eyes could only widen then.

"You... Love me... Since first-year?" he asked and watched as she nodded her head then.

"I... I... This can't be," he whispered out, and [name] could only tilt her head then. She didn't expect him to give an answer to her, given how she never once thought he would like her back.

But boy, was she wrong then.

"I love you too... Ever since first-year," he whispered out as he hugged her tightly, and somehow [name] could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest then as she returned the hug. How Eita started to cry silently as he allowed his emotions to pour out.

And soon, he planted a kiss on her lips which she returned tenderly.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬. ³

And Tendo flashed a thumbs-up to [name]'s mother who was watching what was happening, and she couldn't help but smile and nodded her head. He then turned to look at Wakatoshi, raising his hand up did Wakatoshi noticed it.

And they hi-fived.

For Tendo had planned this all along, hoping that the duo would realize their feelings for one another and be each other's pillars, supporting one another so that they wouldn't crumble.


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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

1. [name], what's wrong?

2. Semisemi! Don't run away! We still need to ask [name]-chan!

3. Where her arms felt like home to him, where he could be himself. Semi Eita found peace within his soul as he finally stopped belittling himself for not helping out much for the Finals.

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