The ambiance of the ramen shop is cozy and warm, shielded away from the freezing winter night for now, a welcoming, tasty smell wafting around the whole restaurant. There weren’t many people in the restaurant except you and the rest of the Nekoma’s volleyball club, in which everyone had decided to go out on a dinner together, to ‘strengthen their bonds’ as the third years excused, and coincidentally they’ve invited you too.

Sat near a window in a bustling table, you were just trying to enjoy your food, occasionally shifting your attention to the outside, not too interested to converse in the chaotic conversation anyways — a certain leg, which belonged to Lev who was sat down right next to you, keeps brushing up against yours underneath the table.

You could’ve brushed it off at first, call it an accident due to his overwhelming height, but the fact that it had been happening every minute or so hadn’t really supported the accident. He’s acting oblivious, keeping himself in the conversation going on as much as he could. Its not hard to see trough his façade.