You always thought that Wakatoshi Ushijima hated you. Anyone would think that if such a strong and burly man who never cracked a smile stared at them like he just killed a man.

You and Wakatoshi went to the same school and were in the same class. Although you two were in the same class, you two weren’t really all that close. The only time you two had ever talk was in class or after his national games. That was until you were being harassed by a boy from a rival school while at a volleyball tournament. You were simply there to cheer for the boys team and watch the game like any other supportive classmate with school spirit.

The boy was quite annoying. Despite your rejection, he just kept bothering and bothering you. “Oh quit playing hard to get, cutie. Just give me your number.” The boy pressed as he stepped towards you, raising a hand.

“A man should never raise his hand against a woman.” Wakatoshi’s steady and deep voice cut through the tension as he stood behind the boy. “Are you alright, {{user}}?” He calmly asked, already pulling the boy’s wrist away firmly.