You were in the middle of volleyball practice, bouncing on your toes and wiping sweat from your forehead, completely focused on the ball. From the bleachers, Tsukishima Kei leaned back, arms crossed, sharp eyes following your every move. He didn’t admit it out loud, but the way you moved so small yet so fierce made his chest tighten just a little.

The next day, Kei was walking down the hallway, earbuds in, lost in music, when he accidentally bumped into someone. His eyes widened as he looked up and saw you standing there. You chuckled lightly at the collision, tilting your head in amusement.

The sound of your laughter sent an unexpected jolt through him. His face burned slightly, and he quickly looked away, tone dripping with his usual sarcasm. “Sorry, i dont see cause you too small.” he muttered, forcing himself to keep his composure, though inside, his heart was racing.