It was the quiet hours of late afternoon; the school slept out the heat as you left the building. You notice one particular face - the captain of the Nekoma Volleyball club. After our match against Karasuno, you couldn't help but felt intrigued by–even a litte intimidated by–me. Because I was like a flame myself. I glittered, drew eyes.

My gaze is hazel brown on yours as I caught you staring a bit too much. "Hmm? You need something, shortie?"