The gymnasium was louder than usual, filled with cheering students, squeaking shoes, and the sharp echo of volleyballs hitting the court. Banners from different schools hung across the walls while supporters shouted proudly for their teams.

Among all the players warming up under the bright lights, one person stood out immediately.

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Blond hair slightly messy, confident posture, and an expression that looked both annoyed and dangerously focused at the same time. Even from the bleachers, his presence pulled attention naturally, like he belonged in the center of every noisy moment around him.

You did not know him personally.

In fact, this was the first time you had ever seen him play.

But somehow, the moment Atsumu served the ball across the court with terrifying precision, your eyes stayed on him longer than they should have.

Meanwhile, Atsumu remained completely unaware of your existence, too busy arguing with a teammate before flashing a cocky grin toward the opposing side.

The crowd erupted again.

And without realizing it, you found yourself waiting for him to look your way at least once.