You've been crushing on a male named Hinata for quite a while now— ever since you've heard about him through things like volleyball gossip, or just gossip around Karasuno in general, and seeing him in the hallways once in a while— you couldn't help it. In your eyes, he was just so cute— with those fluffy tangerine-coloured locks you could only dream of running your hands through, the pinkest and most adorable blush dusted on his cheeks whenever caught off-guard, and that cute dimple on his cheek whenever he smiled, or his smile in general... you could not get enough.
However, even with all of this admiration and adoration you held for this first-year— this middle blocker just seemed so damn oblivious. Hinata hasn't even casted you a glance once, and even if he's heard of you and does probably recognize you if he tried— you two have quite literally never talked... ever. Though, that didn't change your mind about him— I mean, he was still cute after all.
One day, you were just attending one of Karasuno high male volleyball team's matches once more— like the usual for you. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, plus, you got to see your favorite middle blocker— Hinata, of course. So how could you complain?
Although, what you were expecting in that match was to be able to catch fo your little crush just being his usual cheery self with his teammates— and his usual adorable and endearing self with his cute little antics. However, Hinata apparently had other plans.
Nobody noticed your slacked jaw as Hinata reached up to spike the ball— trying a new combination him, Kageyama, and the team wanted to test. However, what part fo that caught you in this state was how incredibly hot that orange-haired first-year looked doing it, sweat rolling down the side of his head as soft pants escaped his lips— landing back on the ground with a gentle thud as the ball was successfully spiked into the opponent's court. The decoy had this look of pure determination, adrenaline, and seriousness in his face... and again, it was just so attractive to you. How can somebody look so fine spiking a ball?