He bit the tip of his pen as he became more and more frustrated. You looked so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He swore he knew you, but couldn't remember from where. Was it from a tv show? Maybe a magazine, you were gorgeous after all. You sat in the lecture hall with a tired, calm look on your face as your giant oversized sweater hung off your body. He continued to look you up and down until the shorter boy next to him (Which he recently became acquainted with through volleyball) elbowed him in the stomach.

"Dude, what are you doing, it's literally the 3rd day and you're checking out girls?" Semi shook his head as he looked to the brown-haired boy next to him. He was fiddling with his pen slightly as he looked you over once again

"No, no, I swear I've seen her somewhere before..." Semi squinted at you again, causing him to completely miss the lesson. "Does she look familiar to you, Yaku?"

Yaku sighs as he puts his pencil down to finally look over at you. With a quick scan, he decided on his answer.

"No." He quickly went back to the lesson. He knew that he would be alright, but he had seen how much Semi had struggled before in the class. He was a hard worker, so he could get by with good grades, but not without a fight.

"Not even a little bit? Dude, I'm going crazy here." Semi sighs before collapsing into his folded arms that rested on the long table in front of the pair.

"You're crazy for obsessing over a girl instead of focusing on the class that gives you the most trouble." Yaku states as he copies down bullet points from the large projector in front of the duo. Semi's eyes widen before shooting his attention back to the front of the class and furiously writes down the points being made on the slide.

Later that day, Yaku got curious about a restaurant that was on campus and decided to investigate. Semi tagged along but was still distracted by the thought of you.

"This place isn't half bad." Yaku pokes around at his food as Semi stares deep into the bowl in front of him. "Not too pricey either."

"Uh huh..." Semi replies as he zoned out again. Yaku huffed and swiftly kicked Semi's shin. "OW!"

"Are you still thinking about that girl?! Dude! Leave it! You don't know her!" Yaku stuffed food in his mouth as he glared and pouted. He was becoming annoyed at Semi's obsessive behavior. Semi ran a hand down his leg to soothe the newly injured shin. He was becoming more and more aware of Yaku's incredible strength.

"Yeah, yeah, you're probably right," Semi admitted before letting out a sigh. He ran his hand back up his leg as the sting in his femur began to die down.

"You should eat you know. You need plenty of nutrients for practice. You're a talented setter, but that means nothing if you have no energy." Yaku begins taking normal bites once again as he monitors his friends consuming.

"You sound almost exactly like my old manager from Shiratorizawa. She was super into food science and nutrition."

"She's the one that's dating Ushiwaka right?" Yaku shifts his eyes to the entrance as he spots something.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up an online order for (L/Name) (Name)?" You state lazily as you play with the cuffs of your giant jacket. You were ignorant of the pair of eyes that were now on you. Semi's brain began to rattle again as he heard your voice. He's certain he's heard it before. Yaku notices and begins to pout again.

"Are you going to say you swear you know her again?" The libero questions as he takes another bite.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm really sure I do," Semi said with an exasperated tired tone as he began to look you over again. Your large sweater was draped over your body with a tiny bag on your back. He pondered as to how you could carry around anything with that bag. Yaku gives an even more exasperated smile.

"Look, if you know her, go talk to her." Semi whips around after that comment and quipped back.

"And what if she doesn't know me! Then I look like a creep!" Yaku was just as quick.

"And you don't look like one now, squinting at her and rattling her brain?" The duo grimaces at one another as you walk out with your dinner.

The next day Semi was even more perplexed. His team was having a joint practice with the girls, and he intensely stares at you. Hanamaki notices and elbows Matsukawa.

"What do you think the swan's staring at? Her body?"

"Her form's kinda nice, could be that," Matsukawa replies as he traces your set's trajectory. A rowdy looking second year jumps up and smacks the ball to the ground as a smile on her face widens.

"Hey! (L/Name)! Another one!" The second-year yells as she gets ready for another toss.

'(L/Name)... where have I heard that before?!' Semi rattled his brain as he watched another one of your fantastic sets. He couldn't lie, you were gorgeous when you tossed the way you did. The more you tossed the more he dug into his brain.

Once practice was over, he couldn't help but feel his heart quicken when you passed. You stopped all this thinking and frustrated scavenging when you laughed. He observed you pull that oversized sweater of yours over your head to get cooler air on your torso. Yaku was about to kick Semi's still bruised shins, but then he noticed a peculiar logo on your shirt.

It was a Shiratorizawa high school volleyball shirt. Yaku began to stare as well as he realized that his new friend's obsession might not be baseless after all.

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE (L/NAME) (NAME)!" Semi screams, causing you to flinch

"Eh?"

"You're my old manager's setter, right?" He watched as your head began to churn with ideas and connections.

"Oh! You mean ace? You were on her team, weren't you!" You turn excitedly and smile "Yeah! You're a setter and pinch serve!" Semi smiles as your face begins to light up.

"Yeah!" He rubs the back of his head as he begins to drink in everything that was beautiful about you. Your laugh, your smile, your easy-going attitude, he could feel himself falling.

"Right! I remember now!" you place your hand on his shoulder and smiled. He felt his heart race as you looked him in the eye with those gorgeous irises. He fell in love with the way your touch felt. He began to notice your mouth move and was excited for what you had to say next.

"What's your name again?"

All the first years on the boys' team burst into a fit of laughter.