You were standing near the court when your best friend was up to serve.

With bated breath you waited for the ball to land in Karasuno’s court. Only, it didn’t land. You stood frozen as the ball came hurling towards you, smacking you in the face.

You said everything was okay, despite a bloody nose.

“Are you okay?”

Osamu asked with a worried look the second he came out of the locker room after the game.

his hand reaching up to cup your now bruised cheek.