He knew he was screwed the moment he saw you. You were like a beautiful angel sent down from the heavens just for him, as he told Kenma. You would be the death of him. He knew he wanted to make you his, he was unsure about it. He asked around about who you were, coming to the realization that you were Karasuno's new manager. Was it even legal to feel this way about someone on the opposing team?

It didn't feel right, but didn't care. This boy was beyond mesmerized by you. The way your hair scattered over your shoulders and lower, the way you always had a determined look in your eye, the way you walked around as if you owned the place; he liked it all. And he wanted you all to himself. He felt enraged during the Karasuno-Nekoma game when he saw other boys talking to you.

So what if you're the manager of the boy's team? Doesn't mean they need to talk to you. He knew he would get an earful from his teammates, but he couldn't help it. The moment the game ended, he strolled over to you with a confident and determined look in his eye. He tapped you on the shoulder, towering over you as you turned to look up at him. God, you were even more beautiful up close.

"Hey. Let's go on a date this friday. Mind giving your address so I can pick you up?", he asked, a cocky grin forming on his face as he spoke.