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a/n: in which Kuroo falls for a certain blonde middle blocker from Karasuno High. #krtsk

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It had been five years since our schools played together. I looked forward to this first meeting with a weird sort of anticipation. A crazy feeling I had no words for, couldn't explain if I tried. My heart raced, and yet I also felt calm.

We lined up. And then I saw him.

Tall, lanky, blonde hair that looked like the wind played with it. Golden brown eyes enhanced by black-rimmed glasses. His face was a complete blank, no emotion. I doubt anyone really looked past that to see what he truly felt. He intrigued me, and I wanted to know more.

Unfortunately, we had a game to play, so that took priority. However, I could put my observational skills to use (and didn't that sound like I knew what I was doing?) and gather what info I could. The more we played, the more drawn I was to him.

1. He's a middle blocker; a fairly decent one, too.
2. He doesn't like their setter. At all.
3. He barely tolerates their #10.
4. He seems to be close friends with their #12.
5. He doesn't seem to like playing volleyball, or maybe it's just indifference.
6. He's not having fun.

We win in straight sets, and I try to find an excuse to go over and strike up a conversation. But Chibi-chan wants to play again. Coach Nekomata has zero problem with this, and neither does their coach. I guess I lost my chance. Ruefully, I turn and get ready for the next match.

For the rest of our time there, we're caught in what feels like a never ending match. Everyone, including me, can't get enough, even when we're slowly running out of steam. Tsukishima (my listening skills are on point) looks like he's ready to fall over.

I have never been more thankful for a train departure as I am when they finally called an end to the last match. I am so ready to go home; I'm so exhausted! Except, I still hadn't found the opportunity to talk to him. To Tsukishima. I don't want to leave without at least trying.

After changing out of my uniform, I head back into the gym to round up any stragglers. I nod to Yaku, who's talking to Karasuno's vice-captain. I saw their libero run off, so maybe he was talking to them, too. Inuoka was with Chibi-chan, jumping and speaking gibberish.

And staring at them, looking caught between fascinated and disgusted, was Tsukishima. I knew this was my chance. I approach him quietly, and stop, thinking of something to say. Maybe something witty, or a compliment, perhaps?

But he spoke first.

"Do you... understand that?"
"Nah. They sound like a couple of toddlers."
He turned to face me, his eyes wide with surprise. Clearly, he was expecting a teammate. I don't know why, but I felt like teasing him a bit, maybe see if he'll smile. It's a long shot, but worth a try.

"But you know, maybe you should try goofing off once in a while instead of acting all stoic."
"That's not one of my strong suits."
Not even a tiny smile. Guess that was a bust. As he walks off to join his team, I can't help a parting shot.
"Mmhmm. Ya sound like an old man."

Later, as we board our bus, and head to the train station, I think of ways to meet Tsukishima again. I'll need Bokuto and Akaashi's help, too. I've never felt like this before. It's like finding the one person in the entire world that's meant for you.

Tsukishima is my person.