Four years ago, you moved to Japan. After spending a year learning the language, you transfered to Shiratorizawa High School, the best school in your prefecture.

In your first year you made friends with a lonely boy like you, named Satori Tendo. Let's say he was the one who bothered to talk to you first, since you would never have done so. Not so long after, he introduced you to the volleyball club, which he recently joined.

From the beginning you got along well with the boys. Everyone likes you, even Washijo. So much that they had been persecuting you since months now asking you to become the manager. And unexpectedly, the person you got along with best of all was Wakatoshi Ushijima, the young and talented ace.

You were a lot alike in a way. You've both never had time for emotions, relationships or friendships too demanding to the point of neglecting your own feelings. Your only thoughts were studies and sport.

Tendo, that saw through his dense friend, decited to organize you two a date, hoping you wouldn't eat Wakatoshi alive for not getting any hints, from you or from his own brain or body, since he felt his hearth exploding near you. Something he rarely felt, even during big matches where the hesit of the victory was on him.

While walking together in the big school campus, side by side, the poor Wakatoshi felt too nervous. Being overwelmed by those unknown feelings, he closed in himself, shutting his brain doors and starting to ramble about the only stuff that distracts him from those growing emotions: volleyball.

«I've been working very hard on my spikes. I'm trying to become captain, even if I'm just a first year. I firmly believe in hardwork.» he spoke, with his serious and stoic expression, but betrayed by a not-so-invisible blush and his hands starting to sweat more and more.