I remember the first time I saw the setter in action. The air was thick and muggy that day at nearly dusk on a weekday afternoon in June. Shortly after I, then a first-year, was leaving the calligraphy club room, the loud squeaks of sports shoes on wood coming from the open door frame of the gymnasium drew my attention. It was then that I saw this amazingly gorgeous boy in mid-air, shimmering with perspiration.

I could never possibly forget the gracefully forceful manner he maneuvered the ball. Oikawa Tooru managed to manipulate the volleyball in a way that seemed breathtakingly seductive. Even when slamming it straight into the ground.

However, it wasn't my enchanting senpai that completely enthralled the twelve-year-old me. It was the small, oblivious-looking boy holding a volleyball on the sidelines that captivated me.

I did not see the dark-locked boy often, and even then it was never for long. I knew little to nothing about him. As February was fading into March and exams were soon to begin, I saw him even less. I don't know what about him captivated me, he was seemingly quiet and unremarkable. Still, I found myself looking out for him wherever I thought he might be. This nameless, black-haired boy.

"Mai-chan, we are going to go eat lunch in Jumi-chan's classroom, are you coming?" A friend of mine interrupted as I stared vacantly at my desk.

"Oh?" I said, not actually paying any attention to the word she had just said.

"Whatever, she's a lost cause, let's just go." Ami sighed.

"Sure is cold in the hallway, do they even have the heat on?" Chino whined as she slid the door shut behind her.

I wanted to get up and follow them, but honestly, I didn't have any motivation to get up and move when dozing so comfortably in the warm atmosphere of the classroom. I was far too lazy and content to move.

Fifteen minutes passed before my stomach growled, triggering me to pull out my convenience store sandwich. Aimlessly staring out the window, I ate. I didn't think about much until I saw the same boy walking past the windows with a milk straw between his teeth.

He was neither smiling nor was he showing any signs of displeasure. It hit me at that moment that I had never seen him hanging around with another human being outside of his club. As far as I knew, he had no friends, and the only thought in my mind was: 'How sad.'

The only things I could find out about the boy were his name and classroom. I didn't dare approach him or ask my friends about him without coming off as weird. It was too bothersome for them to think I had a crush. It was nothing like that, it was merely curious amusement.

Nearly four months later when the buzz over the infamous 'Oikawa-senpai' had been all but forgotten, I first heard the mumbled rumor of a particularly handsome second-year of the men's volleyball club.

"Kageyama-senpai is so cool and mysterious~!" cooed a first-year as she leaned on the door of the bathroom stall. "

I know, right?" Her friend answered, flushing the toilet and exiting.

"He is so cool, he always looks like he knows all of your secrets." She and her friend made their way up to the sinks and one washed her hands while the other fixed her hair.

By this point in time, I was already applying concealer on a rather nasty face-monster.

"Hey, but I've heard that he's kind of cold."

"How so?"

Their conversation piqued my interest so I applied several layers of watermelon-tinted lip gloss before thoughtfully smacking my lips together.

"Just the other day, he glared at the class rep for asking him to turn in his homework."

"Y'know, I've never seen him smile; I wonder if he could be a tsundere?"

"Maybe he's a sadist."

"No way, I want him to scold me too!"

"You have weird tastes, Honda-chan."

"Hey first-years," I decided to throw my weight around a bit as I was done listening to their fantasies about 'Kageyummy-senpai', "the bell is about to ring," I stated with a voice sweet as honey. They were taken back for a moment as if they hadn't noticed me standing there the entire time.

"Ye-es." one of them responded formally before they both scurried off.

I let out a sigh before exiting the bathroom. 'So this is what people are saying about you...'