"They're calling a timeout?" You jut a brow, tilting your head. You watch Oikawa pensively, unsure.

If he's called a timeout, then that means he has a plan. Urgh, that's annoying. We can't have Sejoh winning in this match.

You go back to your notebook, flipping to the back pages and scribbling down some note. You bounce your leg, furrowing your brow in thought. 

Then again, it could just be because of bloody Moon Moon. It's obvious him and Kags don't get along. I'm betting Tooru has spotted that too. Urgh!

Kill(2)

Dig(T)=x

KS21-2-20AJ

--

Dig(D), Set(K), Spike(TK)

Block(2), Dig(3), Set(1), Kill(4)

Dig(K)=x

KS21-2-21AJ

KS Timeout

You continue watching, eyes darting back and forth. You aren't sure what caused Ukai to call it this time. You frown, looking at the players. 

Sure, we're tied right now. But the only reason Seijoh gained points is from their powerful spikes. It's not really Kag's or Tanaka's fault. They can't ignore the pain. Iwa's balls hurt.

Set(K), Touch(TK)

Double Block(4,2), Dive(7)=x

KS22-2-21AJ

Serve(2)

Tip Block(TK), Dig(T), Set(K), Feint(TK)

Dive(7)

Dig(T), Set(K), Kill(A)

Double Block(4,2)=x

KS23-2-21AJ

--

Kill(2)

Dive(N)=x

KS23-2-22AJ

--

Feint(TK)

Double Block(4,2), Dive(7), Set(1),Spike(12)

Double Block(TK,K), Dive(T), Set(K), Spike(TK)

Block(12), Dig(7)=x

KS24-2-22AJ

--

Kill(4)

Double Block(K,TK)=x

KS23-2-23AJ

Serve(1)

Dive(N)

Dig(7), Set(1), Spike(4)

Double Block(K+TK)

KS25-2-23AJ

"Yeet, yeet." You mutter, grinning. "That's a new low, Tooru. Even Kags knows you'll send it to Haji when you're in trouble."

KS00-3-00AJ

Serve(4)

Hit(D), Set(K), Spike(H)

Block(3), Dig(7), Set(1), Feint(14)

Double Block(A,H), Dive(N), Set(K), Spike(A)

Double Block(13,14), Dive(1), Set(7), Kill(1)

Block(A)=x

KS08-3-10AJ

Serve(1)

Dig(D), Set(K), Spike(A)

Block(2), Dig(7), Set(1), Kill(4)

KS10-3-13AJ

KS Timeout

You hum, tapping your pencil against the spine of the notebook. 

Tooru is good. Too good. That's the problem. What is Ukai going to do to fix it?

You watch the team, all of them crowded around the coach. You can't tell anything from this distance.

--

Feint(TK)

Dive(4)=x

KS10-3-13AJ

--

Kill(T)

Block(1)=x

KS12-3-14AJ

--

Set(1), Spike(12)

DB(K,H), Hit(T), Set(K), Kill(H)

KS13-3-14AJ

--

Kill(3)

KS13-3-15AJ

--

Hit(D), Set(K), Spike(H)

Dive(7), Dive(3),

Hit(N), Set(K), Spike(T)

Dig(7)=x

KS14-3-15AJ

---

Spike(T)

Double Block(1,3)

Dive(N), Set(K), Pipe(A)

Block(1)=x

KS15-3-15AJ

AJ Timeout

--

Kill(T)

KS16-3-16AJ

Hit(N), Set(K), Spike(H)

"Huh?" You watch as Iwa and #3 stay trained on Tanaka, leaving Hinata unblocked. That is until you see #7, the libero, past the 10-foot line. By removing the blockers, it allows their libero to see everything in front. It was something you used to practise with Tooru and Iwa. It really is the best for anyone that is a libero. You frown.

Dig(7), Dump(1)

Dive(N)=x

KS16-3-17AJ

Net Hit(1)

Dive(K,H)=x

KS16-3-18AJ

Serve(1)

Dig(N), Hit(K), Hit(A)

--

Hit(T), Set(K), Spike(A)

Dive(7), Set(1), Spike(14)

Block(H), Dive(A), Set(N), Spike(H)

Tripe Block(10,12,4)

KS16-3-19AJ

KS Timeout

--

KS17-3-19AJ

"Ah?" You look down at the court, a player at the edge, holding a sign. The sign for 10. 12 for 10. "Gucci..." The boy is trembling, and you can even see the sweat on his forehead from where you are perched. 

Why is Ukai sending in Gucci? I mean, it's nice for him to play, but he... does Yama have any skill? I don't think this was the best choice.

You frown. You need to realistic. Yamaguchi isn't some hidden coin. He's no march. So why would Ukai send him out? Maybe to shift the atmosphere? That's all you could think of as you watch the two first years switch place. Those on the sidelines cheer him on, pulling a strange pose. Then Yamaguchi bounces the ball, and you visibly cringe when he accidentally hits his foot and knocks it away.

"Why?" You facepalm, pulling it down your face.

Jump Float(Y)=x

KS17-3-20AJ

"Jump float... since when has he been practising them?!" You grip the barrier, looking down at Yamaguchi with your eyebrows drawn deeply.

Kill(T)

Dig(7)=x

KS18-3-20AJ

Spike(2)

Dig(D), Set(K), Spike(A)

Dive(1)

--

Dive(13)

Spike(T)

KS19-3-22AJ

Set(K), Spike(TK)

KS20-3-22AJ

KS20-3-23AJ

KS21-3-23AJ

Dig(K), Set(D), Spike(T)

Double Block(1,2)

Hit(T), Dive(H)

Dive(4)=x

"Yeet, yeet." You mutter.

KS22-3-23AJ

Serve(K)

Dig(13), Set(7), Spike(1)

Double Block(T,H), Dig(D), Set(K), Spike(T)

Dive(4), Set(1), Spike(3)

KS22-3-24AJ

--

Kill(A)

Block(3)=x

KS23-3-24AJ

Serve(T)

Hit(7), Set(1), Spike(4)

Block(H), Hit(T), Set(K), Pipe(H)

KS24-3-24AJ

AJ Timeout

Serve(T)

Hit(3), Set(1), Spike(4)

Triple Block(D,H,K), Hit(N), Set(K), Spike(H)

Dive(3)

Dig(D), Set(K), Spike(H)

Dig(7), Set(1), Spike(17)

Double Block(3,10), Hit(D), Set(K), Spike(H)

Block(4), Dive(7)=x

KS25-3-24AJ

Serve(T)

Hit(3), Set(1), Spike(12)

Block(H), Dive(N)=x

KS25-3-25AJ

Serve(1)=x

A giant grin overtakes your face, eyes wide in thrill. Oikawa went over the line. 

He went over the line!

"Karasuno!" You whisper excitedly. If Tooru is so overwhelmed by all of this, Karasuno could get it back. They could actually win. And you'd get to shove it in his face. You chuckle, bringing your shoulders up as your eyes crinkle. "Trashy-kawa."

KS26-3-26AJ

--

Kill(4)

KS26-3-26AJ

KS27-3-26AJ

KS27-3-27AJ

KS28-3-27AJ

KS27-3-28AJ

KS28-3-28AJ

KS28-3-29AJ

KS29-3-29AJ

KS30-3-29AJ

KS30-3-30AJ

KS31-3-30AJ

KS31-3-31AJ

Serve(1)

Hit(D)

Hit(7), Set(1), Spike(13)

Double Block(3,10), Hit(K)

Hit(13), Set(1), Feint(13)

Double Block(A,H), Dive(K)=x

KS31-3-32AJ

"Ah, this is getting good." You can't blink anymore. You stare down at the match, a shit-eating grin on your face. Even watching your own team fail brings a feeling to your stomach. They are fighting tooth and nail for this. This bittersweet taste is going to become a craving for you.

Serve(1)

Dive(D), Set(K), Spike(A)

Dive(7), Set(1), Spike(4)

Hit(T)

Spike(14)

Dive(N), Set(K), Spike(H)

No.

Triple Block(13,12,4)

Dive(A,N,K)=x

"They... did it."

KS31-3-33AJ

"Seijoh did it." You shut your notebook, stuff the items into your bag that is sat in your seat beside you. You rush downstairs, turning a sharp corner before reaching the door frame. You wait, you wait for the teams to shake hands and bow to the crowd. You wait for Ukai to talk as another team rushes past you and onto the court. And then the team finally file out. They walk past you, your eyes just glancing over every figure. You couldn't say anything, so you give a blank expression. Kiyoko approaches you, holding an identical notebook to you. 

"Let's look at them on the ride back." You say, looking up at her. She nods, tucking it under her armpit before following after the team. You sigh, shoulders sagging as you look back out at the court. 

Tooru.

You stare straight at him, his back as he leaves the court with Hajime at his side. You give a low huff, before sprinting over to his side. You run, face screwed up as you sprint past the team.

"(F/n)!" You can hear Satoru shouting your name, but you ignore him. You can feel their stares on your back, but you turn right. If you're quick, you can cut them off. You can...

You see them, Tooru speaking with Kunimi at the front, Hajime watching Kundaichi smile. The entire team, smiling and happy. Proud. Victorious. Winners. You stop point black, expression slackening but an intensity burning in your gaze. Hajime is the first to spot you. His gaze then falls on Oikawa, waiting for his reaction. When Tooru does, he stops. 

"Isn't that Karasuno's Assistant Coach?" A player questions. But you don't turn your gaze away from Tooru.

"(F/n), whatcha doing here?" He asks you. You realise suddenly, you-

I don't know.

Your lips part slightly, eyes falling as you begin toying with your fingers. 

"Ah, I--"

"Asking about Iwa's birthday party?" Oikawa tilts his head, a smile on his face. It isn't a self-righteous smile, nor one that hides his anger. It's soft, understanding. 

"I... wanted to thank you for the match today." You tear your gaze away from Tooru, glancing at the rest of the team. You feel your face heat up, inclining your head forward as you shuffle slightly. "It was... really cool." You could feel something rising in your throat, catching your words. Hajime steps forward, patting your head as you flinch away from his touch. But he continues.

"Just walk up to the gym and come in. We're celebrating in the club room." He says softly, letting his hand fall. The thickness in your throat doesn't let you speak, so you nod instead.

"Make sure you bring a present. Iwa will cry if you forget." Tooru juts out a hip, grinning at his friend. Hajime scrunches up his forehead, tipping his head back at Tooru.

"Fuck off, Shitty-kawa."

"Ah, you're so mean to me. Why can't you be as sweet to me, Iwa? Huh?" Tooru continues to whine, but Hajime looks back at you. You whisper thanks under your breath. Hajime nods. "Oh, (F/n)?" You look at Tooru, tilting your head. "We can pick the date for our date after the party." He grins. Hajime huffs, and there's muttering going around the team. They all stand and stare, watching. They had been waiting since the beginning, but now they are more pronounced.

"Date?" You repeat, mouth going dry. Then you remember, but instead of showing shock, a small grin overtakes your face. "I think you mean torture, Alien King." You ignore the offended look Tooru has before bowing to his team again. "Thank you again for the match. I hope you win against Shitty-zo-kawa."

"It's Shiratorizawa." Hanamaki points out, but you smile instead, shrugging. You turn, waving over your shoulder as you begin to run.

"See you on the 10th!" 

Time Skip

"You go check, then." You counter, scowling at Satoru.

"Fine, Jesus. Stop being so stressy." He rolls his eyes, mirroring your sour expression.

"If you've got something to say, just say it." You shake your head. He is always like this. Satoru becomes a whiny ass when something is on his mind. "For fuck sake." You angrily rub out your writing. Even though you know he's pent-up; it doesn't mean you are any less annoyed by it.

"I just want to know how long that thing between you and Tooru has been going on. He's you're friend, why would he be interested in you?" Satoru kicks a locker.

"Hey!" You scold. "Don't do that."

"Oh, what? We both know what Tooru is like with girls. He's gonna hurt you like the fucking rest of them. He's only ever loved volleyball, and you know it."

"I don't care about that. I don't even care for Tooru like that." You growl, slamming your pencil on the table.

Great, now look! I just snapped the lead in my pencil. Way to keep it chill, (F/n)!

"Yeah, and neither does he. He only did it to wind up the team. You think he wants to go on a date with you?" Satoru taunts, placing his hands on his hips.

"Sat, fuck off. Seriously. You're pissing me off."

"And you're pissing me off. How did you even end up going on a date with him in the first place?!" He yells, slamming the table. You jump back, hand reach out to stop you from falling back. Your eyes are wide, staring at Satoru in disbelief and fear. He swears under his breath. You suck in a shaky breath, looking down at the floor.

"It was... we were just making a be--" Your whispers are drowned out by sudden yelling. You both look over to the courts. "They were told club is cancelled today."

"Sounded like Shouyo, I'm going."

"Of course." You mutter. Satoru looks at you, seething.

"What do you mean, 'of course'?"

"Well, Hinata seems to be the only person you're concerned with these days." You can't help the bitter words flowing. "It's like you've got a crush." You're rolling in them; you love this feeling. It's heightened by the scowl on Satoru's face. He grabs his bag and opens the door before sending a nasty look your way.

"Don't talk about shit you know nothing about." He slams the door hard, you wincing in reply. You stare at the door, listening to his footsteps. Now you feel lost, and you smile. You chuckle. 

"Now he's gone, I can get back to this." You stare down at the page, picking your pencil up and putting it to paper. But you don't write. You're fingers tremble, unable to do anything as you stare down at your hand. 

You can't even keep your emotions in check. What the fuck is wrong with me? Satoru is right, why the fuck would you ever think Tooru would want to go on a date with you? I don't even like him like that, but don't kid yourself. Ever. No one will ever be interested in some fucking self-conceited, shit head, fucking back stab--

"For fuck sake." You glare at the page. You are pulled from your stew at the sound of the door opening. You look up, seeing Kiyoko. She steps in, closing the door behind herself.

"Were you expecting someone?" She asks, brushing her hair back.

"Oh, no." You look back to your page, expression falling. "No, not at all. Why?"

"You looked... hopeful."

"Right." You sigh, before giving a small smile. "Are you picking up your stuff?"

"No, I wanted to see if you would like to go through our notes together."

"Shouldn't you be revising?" You jut a brow, sitting up to give her your full attention.

"I'm staying in the club." She smiles, hugging the notebook to her chest. You furrow your brow, looking at her dead straight. 

"You sure?" You question. She stops, appearing taken back by the question. You look away from, back to your own notebook and begin writing again. "I'm sure you've been told this, but that's irresponsible. This is only a club, and your exams are this year." You glance at her. "This is only a club."

"It's just as Sugawara said," she smiles, "I'm not doing this for its merit." You raise a brow, before turning back to your work. 

"I'm working on Satoru's one first." You continue writing and you look up at her, smiling. "Do you have any notes for him?"

A/N - Ahhh! Okay, this chapter was stressful. Satoru is getting on my nerves... and then I remember I'm writing Satoru and there's a reason for his behaviour. Hahaha! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter. I know it's mostly the game, and maybe you don't get the same thrill out of it as you do when you watch it, but remember, you're seeing this from an outsiders perspective. The game doesn't miraculously slow down nor are you able to hear every remark. I hope I made this realistic enough for you. Thank you for reading and please comment!