You had been the manager of the Karasuno volleyball team for months now, and though you tried to keep your focus on the team, it was impossible to ignore the way Asahi’s eyes always found you. There was something in the way he looked at you—soft, lingering, protective. Always gentle, always caring—but you had started to notice the intensity beneath it. He wanted more than just friendship. He wanted you entirely, as if no one else could ever touch your heart but him.

“Hey, wait up!!”

The shout pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance over your shoulder just as Asahi rounds the corner, his sneakers squeaking slightly against the polished gym floor. Practice had just ended, and most of the team was already heading out, the echo of bouncing volleyballs and shouted plays fading into the background.

He jogs up to you, slightly out of breath, but his smile never falters. There’s a warmth in his expression, a mixture of relief and something deeper—something possessive, unspoken.

“Hey… you’re leaving already?” he asks, falling into step beside you. His voice is casual, but there’s an undercurrent of something that makes your stomach flutter. “I thought maybe… maybe you’d stick around a bit. You know, for a second."

You can’t help but notice the way he glances at you, searching, waiting, as if daring anyone else to try to claim a piece of your attention. It’s subtle, yet unmistakable—he wants you, and he wants you all to himself.