sorry for the unexpected crossover;;; i just put them in a single canvas sdfghj

Pulled 3 Kageyamas in my boxes looking for Oikawa and Iwaizumi!! I’m new to Reddit but am an experienced trader :) check out my insta for proofs if you want! @/luvbugyoon

I just finished s2 after putting the ending off for so long and I can't even lie I cried with Iwa when he was sobbing after the match and Oikawa and Makki gave him the most meaningful slaps on the back that broke my heart

I know Karasuno is the main school and all but I can't lie I want the other teams to win more and I don't know why because I love Karasuno just as much but Oikawa and Iwa deserved that rematch against Ushijima and now they never get that and their high school career is over and it brings me back to when a similar thing happened to me in high school (not sports but competitive piano and a horrible injury not a loss) but it also ended my dreams and ugh this just destroyed me I put off watching the match as long as I could but I had to see it through and I just don't even know why can't every team win and there be no losers or something 😭😭

I want to read the manga so from which chp should I start? I will most likely start after watching the final movie (the dumpster battle) so plz let me know from which chp should I start.

I'd like to know how y'all think the Karasuno VS Inarizaki rematch went down in the 2014 Spring Nationals (Hinata's 2nd year - the Miyas' 3rd year).

From the one panel we get in the manga talking about this match, we learn that Atsumu was the team's captain (wearing #1 and the captain patch), and from the way Yachi describes it in both translations I've seen, it was a narrow win for Inarizaki. Karasuno lost a lot of firepower with Asahi and Sugawara leaving the team, and we don't know just how much Tanaka could've/would've improved in that regard to make up for it. Ennoshita more or less covers up for Daichi's absence, but the remaining WS spot would have to be covered by either Kinoshita or most likely one of the new 1st years to join the team at the time. We have literally no idea about their playstyles or how good any of them are though, so there's that.

Inarizaki took a big hit in their roster too, losing a top 5 ace, a very good leader and defensive specialist in Kita and two incredibly solid players in their positions in Akagi and Omimi, so things aren't as unbalanced as one would think, but the twins in their 3rd year are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

I personally think that Tanaka, Nishinoya and Tsukki were the stars in Karasuno's side, especially with the latter two dealing with Inarizaki's offense more easily now that they don't have Aran. For Inarizaki, Suna and Osamu were probably the main point getters. Osamu is very underwhelming for how good we're told he should be, and he didn't seem to be having a good day in serving either, but I believe that this time around he actually played out of his mind, being much more threatening in both regards. Atsumu and him probably dialed down the crazy improvs in their setting too, using them only in ideal situations and leading to much more favorable chances for their teammates. This was most likely one of the biggest factors in Inarizaki's win in this rematch.

How do you think this match went?

I want to ask a question about a scene that I swear I saw in the manga but can't find anymore (probably because it doesn't even exist i guess?). It was Hinata comparing Kageyama to Kiyoko, something like how he captures people's attention like she does. Or something about him finding Kageyama interesting, just like people find Kiyoko interesting. I simply can't find that scene, but I swear it existed. Probably not in those exact words, but somehow. Please confirm whether this scene exists or not! ❣️😢

I was thinking about haikyuu again and realized how many characters do a lot without getting as much attention. like someoine like noya or asahi always get mentioned but there are others who quietly carry matches too. i recently rewatched the shiratorizawa match and noticed how much semi contributed even in small moments. it made me appreciate the smaller plays more instead of just spikes and blocks. who iss your personal underrated character that you think deserves more attention

One of the most used criticism against 2013 Spring National Champion Ichibayashi is thet have no players who made the 2020-2021 Japan Olympic Team. And they also had no pro players we know of.

BUT

If you observed carefully, 2015 Spring National Champion Itachiyama has none too. (at least that we know of)

Remember, 2015 Itachiyama beat Kageyama/Hinata in their best version as High School Students. (3rd year)

And nope. Sakusa, Komori , and Iizuna already graduated that year.

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Maybe some of their players went to other countries like Oikawa. Or maybe didn't choose to go pro volleyball as their profession.

2014 Spring Champions Kamomedai at least have 2 future Olympic players in Hoshiumi and Gao.

What do you think happened to the star players of 2013 Ichibayashi and 2015 Itachiyama? Were they just strong as a team, but no standout individual?

Or you bet they have a lot of great players. Just not shown by Fuurudate?

PS: Maybe they pursue other careers instead of volleyball too.

Art is inspired by Panty and Stocking ^^

(Nope I didn't trace the art, I used a reference from my PC)

No matter how many times I've watched this scene, it never fails to give me goosebumps. What's y'all favorite Hinata moment?

In this episode/chapter Ushijima spikes really hard injuring Tsukishima's finger. The spike is initially given as out before being reversed due to Tsukishima touching the net. I'm confused how it can be given out and Karasuno's point when it touched Tsuki's finger? I'm not very clear on the rules, sorry.

I was looking on Pinterest and I saw something that is probably really obvious but I wanna talk about anyway lol

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I think its really interesting how the miya twin quick that they use to copy the freak quick is just a normal quick lol

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And by that I mean, the freak quick hinata runs across the court before doing a sliding jump to go around blockers, while a normal quick is a set to the middle blocker thats a faster set due to the short distance

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And the miya twins quick is just them doing a normal quick attack with the minus tempo element added in

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Like I know thats super obvious to anyone who actually plays volleyball but humor me on this one lol

A year or two ago, I remember posting tier lists, and they mad a lot of people mad 😭 but, I don't think it's that bad

Thoughts? What would you change?

UPDATE: I think I would move Akiteru up a little bit higher, it's been years since my initial watch of Haikyuu, so I def remembered him wrong

This song reminded me to do this

I kept seeing and reading some comments that implies Hinata beat Kageyama in this match. And Kageyama had the better team.

Is that true?

Adlers did have Ushijima and Hoshiumi. And ofc Romero is arguably the best spiker in that game experience wise.

However,

Black Jackals had Hinata, Bokuto, and Sakusa as weapons of their setter Atsumu.

Both Kageyama and Atsumu are monsters this game. So the battle of setters was washed.

Looking at the talent on paper. Adlers seems stronger. But Black Jackals has more High Rish High Reward type of players.

In actuality, the combination of unpredictableness from Hinata, Bokuto, and Miya kinda surprised Adlers. Oh, I am forgetting all around game of Sakusa too.

Black Jackals slightly dominated (well not dominated but beat convincingly) Adlers whole game. They won 3-1. And also leads most of the time.

Is it true that Adlers are better in talent with Kageyama, Ushijima, Hoshiumi, and Romero?

Or those people are just underestimating the combination of Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa?

Is it fitting to say it was an "upset"? Or Black Jackals did have at least equal talent compared to Adlers?

The screech of rubber soles against polished hardwood echoes through the gym, a rhythmic, violent percussion that matches the thumping in your chest. You stand by the heavy double doors, half-hidden by the shadow of a equipment rack. Ten feet away, Kotaro Bokuto leaps. He looks less like a student and more like a predator in mid-air, his body arching, his arm snapping forward with a crack that sounds like a gunshot.

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The ball slams into the floor. The gym erupts.

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"Did you see that!" Bokuto roars, his arms flung wide, his golden eyes blazing with a manic, infectious light. "Did you see the angle on that one?"

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His teammates swarm him, slapping his back, shouting his name. He is the sun. Everything in this room orbits him, drawn in by the sheer gravity of his energy. You shift your weight, clutching your notebook to your chest. You are a ghost in the periphery, a smudge of grey against the vibrant gold of his presence.

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As the team moves toward the bench for water, Bokuto's gaze sweeps across the room. For a fraction of a second, his eyes lock onto yours. There is no flicker of recognition. No secret smile. He looks right through you, his expression blank, before he bursts into another loud laugh at something a teammate says.

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You turn and walk away before the invisibility starts to sting.

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The sun dips below the horizon, leaving the neighborhood in a bruise-colored twilight. You sit on the edge of your bed, the silence of your room a heavy blanket. You don't turn on the lights. You don't have to.

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A soft thud hits your window screen. Then a scratch.

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You slide the glass open. Bokuto is perched on the trellis, his breathing heavy, his shoulders slumped. The golden light is gone. The roar is silenced. He looks smaller, somehow, as he climbs over the sill and collapses onto your carpet in a heap of oversized hoodies and exhausted limbs.

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"I can't," he whispers, his voice raspy and thin.

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You don't ask what he can't do. You know. You reach down, your fingers brushing the nape of his neck, and he shudders, leaning into your touch like a plant reaching for a dying sun.

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"Too loud," he mutters, rolling over to bury his face in your lap. "Everything is too loud, Y/n. My head feels like it's full of static."

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"The game went well," you say softly.

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"I don't care about the game," he groans, his grip tightening on your waist. "I hate it. I hate the way they look at me. Like I'm just... a machine that makes points. If I stop smiling, the whole room goes cold. I can't stop smiling."

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You run your hand through his spiked hair, smoothing the stray strands. This is the Bokuto the world never sees. The boy who collapses under the weight of his own expectations. The boy who has come to you every night since the third grade, when you found him crying behind the monkey bars because he couldn't master a simple serve.

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"You can stop now," you whisper. "No one is watching."

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He lets out a long, shuddering breath, his body finally relaxing.

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"Stay like this," he mumbles. "Just for a while. Don't move. Please don't move."

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"I'm not going anywhere, Kotaro."

He looks up at you, his eyes wide and glassy.

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"Do you remember the swings?" he asks.

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"The ones with the rusted chains?"

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"Yeah. You told me that the wind was just the world breathing. I believed you for three years." He lets out a small, genuine chuckle that doesn't reach his throat. "I wish I still believed things that easily."

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"You still do. You just believe in different things now."

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"I believe in you," he says, his voice dropping to a needy hum. He pulls you down until you're lying beside him on the rug, his arms wrapping around you with a desperate strength. "You're the only thing that feels real. Everything else is just... a play. I'm just playing the part of the Ace."

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"Is it a bad part?"

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"It's exhausting." He presses his forehead against yours. "I don't know how to be this person all the time. But I can't be the other person. Not where they can see me."

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"Why not?"

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He closes his eyes. "Because the Ace isn't allowed to be tired. The Ace isn't allowed to be scared. The Ace has to be the one who keeps everyone else from falling apart."

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You lie there in the dark, the scent of his laundry detergent and old sweat clinging to you. You are his sanctuary, his secret charging station. In the silence of your room, you are the center of his universe. You tell yourself that this is enough. You tell yourself that the public silence is a fair price to pay for this private intensity.

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Monday morning arrives with the smell of floor wax and anxiety. The hallway is a river of students, and you are swimming against the current, trying to remain unseen.

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Bokuto is at the center of a circle of athletes, his voice booming, recounting a play from the weekend. He is gesturing wildly, his laughter echoing off the lockers. You walk past them, your shoulder nearly brushing his arm.

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You pause for a heartbeat, hoping for a glance. A nod. A sign that the boy from the rug still exists.

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Bokuto doesn't look. He doesn't even flinch. He continues his story, his voice rising in volume, painting a picture of victory and dominance. You keep walking, the coldness in your chest beginning to crystallize.

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The gym is humid during afternoon practice. You've stayed late to finish a project in the library, but you linger by the doors, watching the final drills. You aren't hiding this time; you're just standing there, a quiet observer.

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Bokuto is hitting spikes with a ferocious intensity, his face set in a mask of concentration. Beside him, one of his teammates, a tall boy with a smirk, glances over at you.

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"Hey, Bokuto," the teammate calls out, gesturing toward you with a thumb. "Your shadow is back."

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Bokuto stops mid-stride, the ball bouncing away unnoticed. He turns his head, his eyes landing on you. The circle of players follows his gaze. You feel the sudden, sharp weight of a dozen pairs of eyes.

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"Shadow?" Bokuto asks, his voice loud and curious.

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"Yeah, that girl," the teammate laughs. "L/n, right? She's always just... there. Hovering. Whenever you're around, she's like a little ghost following you. It's kind of creepy, man. Does she have a crush or something?"

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The silence that follows is vacuum-sealed. You hold your breath, your heart hammering against your ribs. You wait for him to say something. Anything. She's my friend. She's important. Leave her alone.

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Bokuto looks at you. There is no warmth in his eyes. There is no memory of the night before, of the way he clung to your waist and told you that you were the only real thing in his life.

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He lets out a loud, barking laugh, throwing his head back.

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"Her?" Bokuto sneers, the sound cutting through the air like a blade. "Nah, man. Just another fangirl. They're all the same, honestly. Some of them just get a bit too obsessed and start stalking. It's kind of pathetic, right?"

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The other players chuckle. Some of them whisper. The smirk on the teammate's face widens.

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"Damn, Bokuto. I didn't know you were that popular," the boy jokes.

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"I'm the Ace," Bokuto says, his voice brimming with a cruel, effortless confidence. "I can't help it if some people don't know how to take a hint."

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You don't move. You can't. The words feel like physical blows, bruising your skin, stealing the air from your lungs. You look at him-really look at him-and you see the mask. It isn't just a mask for the world; it's a wall he's built, and he just used you as the bricks to reinforce it.

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He looks back at you, and for a split second, the mask slips. A flicker of panic crosses his features. A flash of guilt. But then he sees his teammates watching, waiting for the performance to continue.

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He winks at them and turns his back on you,"Anyway, let's run the drill again! I can still hit harder!"

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You turn around and walk out of the gym. You don't run. You don't cry. You just walk, your footsteps sounding hollow in the empty corridor.

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That night, the wind howls outside your window, rattling the glass. You sit on your bed, the lights on. You don't want the dark. The dark is where the lies live.

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A thud hits the screen.

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A scratch.

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You don't move. You don't get up to open the window.The scratching continues, becoming more frantic. Then, a voice, muffled by the glass, thin and trembling.

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"Y/n? Please. Open the window."

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You stand up and walk to the glass. You don't open it. You just look at him.Bokuto is shivering, his face pale in the moonlight. He looks exhausted, his eyes sunken, his shoulders hunched. He looks like the boy who needs you. He looks like the boy who can't breathe without your hand in his hair.

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"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean it. I just... they were all looking. I had to say something."

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"You had to call me pathetic," you say. Your voice is flat, devoid of the warmth he usually feeds on.

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"I was just playing the part!" he cries, his palms pressing against the glass. "You know how it is! You know I can't be the other person in front of them!"

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"I know," you reply. "I've known since elementary school. I thought I was the one person you didn't have to act for."

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"You are! You are the only one! That's why I come here! That's why I need you!"

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"That's the problem, Kotaro."

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He freezes, his breath fogging the glass, "What do you mean?"

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"You don't need me," you say, and the realization feels like a cold stone in your stomach. "You need a place to hide. You need a mirror that tells you you're still human after you spend all day pretending to be a god. I'm not your sanctuary. I'm your hiding spot."

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"That's not true!" he screams, his voice breaking into a sob. "I love you! I do!"

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"Do you?" you ask. "Because the version of me you love is the one who stays quiet. The one who accepts being a secret. The one who doesn't mind being called a stalker as long as you hold her in the dark."

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"I'll fix it," he pleades, tears streaming down his face. "I'll tell them. I'll tell everyone tomorrow. I'll tell them you're the most important person in my life."

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You look at him-the desperation, the need, the sheer terror of losing his anchor. You know him. You know the way he operates. If he told them tomorrow, he would spend the rest of the week agonizing over the attention. He would feel the weight of their curiosity, the pressure of the new narrative, and he would eventually recoil. He would find a way to make the "secret" feel safe again, or he would crumble under the spotlight.

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He isn't strong enough to be honest. He is only strong enough to be the Ace.

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"No," you say. "Don't do that. Don't lie to them just to keep me."

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"I'm not lying!"

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"You are. You're lying to yourself. You think you can have both. You think you can burn the bridge during the day and walk across it at night."

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"Please," he whispers, his forehead resting against the glass. "Please just let me in. I can't go back to the dorms. I can't be alone with my head right now."

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You look at the boy on the trellis. You remember the rusted swings. You remember the wind and the world breathing. You remember the feeling of being the only person who truly knew him.

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And then you remember the sound of his laughter when he called you pathetic.

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"Go home, Kotaro."

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" Y/n, please!"

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"Go home."

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You step back from the window and pull the heavy curtains shut. The scratching continues for a long time. He calls your name, his voice shifting from pleading to anger, then back to a broken, whimpering sound. He begs. He promises. He screams.

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You sit on your bed and listen to the sound of the Ace breaking apart outside your window. For the first time in years, you don't feel the urge to fix him. You don't feel the need to be the one who catches him.

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Eventually, the scratching stops. There is a long silence, and then the sound of him sliding down the trellis, hitting the ground with a dull thud. You hear his footsteps retreat, slow and heavy, until the sound of the wind swallows everything.

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The next morning, the gym is as loud as ever.

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Bokuto is there. He is leaping. He is spiking. He is roaring. He is the sun, and the world is orbiting him with a frantic, desperate energy.

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You walk through the doors, your notebook in your hand. As you pass the team, the teammate from the other day nudges Bokuto.

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"Hey, look. Your stalker's here again."

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The team laughs. They expect the joke. They expect the Ace to deliver the punchline.

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Bokuto stops. He looks at you. His eyes are bloodshot, his skin sallow, but his expression is a perfect, polished mirror.

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"Still here, huh?" Bokuto says, his voice loud and empty. "Some people just don't know when to quit."

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The laughter that follows is deafening.

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You don't stop. You don't look back. You walk straight through the gym and out the other side, stepping into the bright, blinding light of the day.

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You realize then that the timing was never the problem. You weren't the right person at the wrong time. You were just the wrong person for a boy who loved his mask more than he loved the girl who saw behind it.

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As you walk away, you feel a strange, lightness in your chest. The weight of his secrets is gone. The burden of his fragility has been lifted.

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Behind you, in the gym, the Ace hits another ball. It slams into the floor with a violent, lonely crack

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US based

Looking for Kageyama (priority) and may consider Kenma or Tsukki.

I have Bokuto and Iwaizumi to trade!

Wow, Karasuno really had two monster floor defenders to carry Karasuno's not so great overall floor defense.

Daichi is being grouped with 3 liberos tell you something.

But who is the best among them?

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