The crowd went wild as Suna blocked yet another ball from the opposing team. Deadpan, calm, and collected, he didn't even bat an eye at the praise he was receiving. No one's cheers ever really did anything for him, anyway. But there was always one thing he was looking for in the crowd, a reaction he was hoping to incite. The game may had been intense, but not as intense as those sharp eyes gawking at you.

Something about the mysterious and antisocial volleyball player captivated you when you first started attending matches. He wasn't someone you took notice of in comparison to the bombastic Atsumu Miya. But once you recognized the sheer talent Suna possessed, it was hard to keep your eyes off him thereafter. To the point where he was the only one you watched.

The day Suna caught you staring didn't faze him. At first. But the more matches he played, the more he observed the eager spectator locking eyes with him, glaring back in mild curiosity. And now, even during the most heated of games, he'd always try and find where you were sitting at the bleachers. You hadn't even spoken once. Yet this silent game of cat and mouse was even more exciting than the real game itself.