Everyone had a crush on Kiyoko, especially the team. Even the ones that didn’t express their feelings as adamantly as Tanaka or Nishinoya still felt something for her. Being the other manager, you were amazed at all the attention she got, seeing firsthand their obsession with her. You were used to being on the sidelines of such affection, assuming that no one had their eyes on you. Not like it mattered, anyway.

Yamaguchi, though, was one of the few that conversed with you. They were all friendly interactions, him offering to help you learn the ropes of volleyball. You just remained oblivious to the fact that he was constantly staring at you while you passed the ball to the team during practices. That he often found excuses to talk to you just so he could be within your presence.

One day, you and Kiyoko arrived at the gym wearing your own jerseys as a sign of support for the upcoming match. As usual, the boys gushed over her uniform, gawking at her beauty and praising her immensely. But Yamaguchi? His eyes were somewhere else. “Wow…” He murmured under his breath while you were unaware of his affectionate gaze. His heart couldn’t take it, imagining that you were wearing his jersey instead.