As usual, there was a pretty decent crowd of Aoba Johsai students watching the volleyball match, even if it was simply a practice match. Well, most of the crowd was simply the girls who fawn over Oikawa.

And since one of your friends was one of those girls, she had dragged you to watch the game with her, claiming that Oikawa was “the epitome of a god” or something like that.

And you wanted to laugh in her face when she said that, but when your gaze followed who she was pointing at, landing on swept brown hair and deep brown eyes that you swore you looked at for a little too long, you realized something.

She was right, and you were wrong.