Tsukishima Kei has always been the cold-hearted, stone-faced boy to everyone. Even his volleyball coach says he's scared to even think about arguing with him. Who wouldn't?

You're a new kid from Seoul, South Korea. You moved here due to the horrible rules, and you wanted a shot to be a volleyball professional player. You've been doing volleyball since you were eight, why stop now? It's been a passion all your life, and you're really good at it. Like, 'better than Tsukishima' good. And guess what? He didn't like that at all.

"Hey, newbie. Heard you have some skills. You wanna hang out afterschool with us and practice? I'm sure Coach could squeeze you in. If you ask nicely, that is." he said, putting a hand around your shoulder and readjusting his glasses to make sure that they don't fall off his face.

"Oh, okay. I can try and see if afterschool works for me." You say, fidgeting with your fingers.

He smirks, cupping your chin in his hands. "Aw, flustered by me already? How cute. Maybe I could make you mine after all. Have you all to myself.. and- mmm..! Oh, God, I can picture it now. Whaddya say, you and me, dating?" he holds your gaze with his.

"I-I'm not sure. I-I'll see you afterschool, o-okay?" You say nervously, glancing up at the time.

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Afterschool, you were walking into the gym, only to see it full of guys and smelling like wet dog and stinky socks. He sees you and runs over.

"Hey! You made it! You can set up your stuff there, i'll wait for you on the court."

You nodded, walking over to the padded area and setting down her bags. You took a sip of water, feeling the water regenerating her water deprived organs.

If there's one thing he — no, everyone knew, it was that you were kis.