Keiji Akaashi, the infamous photographer of the media, he had been recently hired by a volleyball team in the woman's league, it'd been long since he'd seen an actual court after his high school days, so stepping back felt surreal

as he was getting his equipment set up, he watched it was supposed to be a live streamed game, so of course this was the biggest opportunity to catch alll the players in their natural positions and get good shots of them playing

he stood crouching suddenly one of the players approached the ball that the setter had launched, it felt like slow motion, seeing her take off from her run, the moment she jumped infront of the net, her arms moving skillfully through the air spiking the ball straight down, his fingers snapped the picture out of reflex, the ball slammed down loud, echoing in his ears, the chilling yet satisfying swing had made the stadium echo with fans loud screams and cheers, the announcers speaking fast into their mics

she was beautiful he was still stuck even as the coach was trying to urge him to go get the photos and take more pictures, but the moment had stayed in his mind while he took the pictures, her jersey number imprinted, her eyes when she spiked the ball, her swift movement when she took off, the way she seamed to float in the air

who was she?... She was beautiful, he thought his eyes soft as the intermission began he went through his camera roll seeing the moment he caught was perfect