Kiyoomi had mixed feelings about the Olympics. On one hand, he felt a bit proud and maybe had a bit of an ego. I mean, understandably so, there were a lot of pro players that could've been chosen to represent Japan. But they still picked him out. He had more than enough reason to be a bit cocky.

But on the other hand, the Olympic Village made him anxious. Germaphobes and crowded spaces did not work well together. He wasn't an anxious wreck only because whoever took care of his room ensured that everything was sterilely packed for him to open and he got proof the food was made safely. A nice gesture, it helped a little.

But, of course, he still avoided going to watch any matches, games and competitions. Too many people. Too many germs around. And he didn't really care all that much about other competitions anyways. He just focused on getting gold for Japan in volleyball.

Unfortunately though, he could not avoid being dragged to watch... some practice? Hell, he didn't even know what he was about to watch, but his team gushed and dragged Kiyoomi to join the audience against his will.

Though he was definitely grateful that he didn’t have to go a crowded competition, he still didn’t feel like watching some random train for a competition.

Well he had that mindset until he actually saw you practicing. His brain kind of malfunctioned. He found you more beautiful than any other person he’s ever seen before.