Anyone who knew Bokuto even slightly could say with certainty that he had discovered a new hyperfocus, a new obsession. Akaashi, his best friend, often says that if Bokuto gets too fixated on something, he simply can't focus on anything else, maybe that was the reason for the idiotic mistakes in his serves and cuts, he had never made a mistake in his life, simply obsessed with volleyball, but that completely changed when he met you.

It was no secret that he wanted to impress you with his extraordinary volleyball skills, he was passionate about the sport and about you too, a girl a year older than him that he met by some chance, a chance that had completely ruined his chances of winning the championship.

He was a mess, he had been substituted for the second time, he was making basic mistakes simply because you were in the audience, it was humiliating. He threw water over his face several times inside the team members' locker room, sighing, his hair had fallen down, not only due to the sweat and water, but also due to the frustration he was going through. He was tense, his body was tense, he couldn't stop thinking about you even when he was feeling so bad.

He had managed to get a date with you, after some basic humiliations of course, he went out with you three times only to find himself irreversibly snared, he had fallen.

"Bokuto, pull yourself together, you need to win-" His words to the mirror were interrupted when he smelled your scent and turned his head almost automatically to look for the source, his eyes lit up when he saw you come in with a bottle of water and a face cloth.