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Tetsurou and Kotaro had been friends for years. The two were inseparable and considered as a dynamic duo in volleyball. They were a terrifying bunch, especially when the two had entered the same college with the rest of the monsters of volleyball. Their group had seemed to incinerate most of their opponents in every game. Their duo of offense and defense had other teams quivering, so people began to question—was there going to be an end to their friendship?
An end to their friendship would probably mean an end to their synchronization in games. But of course, the Bros, as they are called, were the ever so dynamic duo. Petty fights, big fights, little misunderstandings—they were all just challenges in their friendship. At least that’s what most of their common friends would say. Tetsurou was calm; he was calculating and smart, always so observant and looking at where he can strike with precision. Kotaro was impulsive; but he was witty, he strikes while the iron is hot, and he was strong-willed. Because of that, the two had been so balanced, it was terrifying to be on their bad side.
Oh, but you—you.
You were so brilliant, so kind, so… beautiful. Tetsurou was the first to see you, during that semester. Had he been late for just one minute, he was sure he wouldn’t have seen how beautiful you looked when you first entered the lecture hall. When you walked in the aisle, saying a soft ‘sorry’ to that one student whose leg you bumped, and when you took a seat, beside him. That was usually Kotaro’s seat, but the silver haired male had gone down with the cold, and so there you were.
Lectures were boring, Tetsurou knows that, but you made it less so. You were attentive, yet sneaky—he points out as he looks at you record everything the professor says. It was only the first day of class and you were ready to drown out whatever boring philosophies this man had, just to read your book about—feminism. How very fitting.
“Nice book, more interesting than Socrates?” His voice was hushed, obviously not looking for attention, well, except for yours.
You look up at him with a small smile, and he gets lost at that sight of your pretty eyes and pretty, pretty lips.
“Took the words out of my mouth.”
So you were straight to the point, but also knew how to joke around. Tetsurou pretended to listen to the professor go on and on about the greater well-being of society and ethical systems, while you were reading that book of yours; Female sexuality and aggression. Were you just as sexual and aggressive as the themes of that book? You must have caught him looking, because you say;
“It isn’t solely about sensual things, you know?” Your eyes never left the book while you spoke, so Tetsurou kept quiet, urging you to continue. “It’s about how girls, at such a young age, learn to hide their sexualities because it’s perceived as something ‘bad’. So they result to exploring their bodies with their friends in private, because that’s what curious little girls do.”
‘Have you done that too?’ Tetsurou mused to himself, but never bothered to say it out loud.
Then the two of you proceed to sit in silence, you reading your book, and Tetsurou thinking about what to say to Kotaro when he sees that someone else had taken his usual seat beside the cat-eyed middle blocker.
***
You liked being alone. Trust me, you do. You preferred your own company than usually being around most people—no, you weren’t a loner. Just introverted. You had your friends, though, but they didn’t go to the same university as you, except for Eun; best friend since high school, ride or die—literally. So while you were reading your newest favorite book, from your newest favorite author, she comes to you; basically running actually, with a grin on her face and her boyish features looking so good under the sun.
“(y/n)! You’re never going to believe what happened today!”
There she goes, talking about her adventure in the sea of students who probably had already crushed on her—both men and women alike. You couldn’t blame them, Eun was an androgynous beauty, looking good in anything she wore. You questioned yourself once when you were in high school, but thank goodness you got over it. Dating friends were never your thing.
As a good friend, of course you listen. She talks with matching expressions that she can never seem to hide. Somehow, Eun was very easy to read because of how open she is with her facial expressions. With simple responses of ‘hm’, ‘okay’, ‘sounds good’, Eun was quick to catch on.
“You seem very interested in your book, and as much as I would love to let you hear more about my escapades with the volleyball team, I’m sure you’ll be happy to continue reading your book.” She says, and you know she doesn’t exactly hate it. She respects your personal time.
So she stands, reminds you about your dinner date, and then she was off as she was called by their captain. You smiled as you shook your head, proceeding to read again. Unknown to you, a pair of feline eyes had been looking at you, curious on who that was who had just so bravely planted a kiss on your cheek before they left.
***
Tetsurou wasn’t stalking you, no, he wasn’t. He just so happened to be at the same place at that time. And while you were reading your book in the lawns of the university, he had been in the same area, waiting for Tooru to get out of class so they could both get to Kotaro before the latter had thrown a tantrum about ‘not getting visits’. So while the flirty setter was still in the last minutes of his class, Tetsurou had decided to look at you more. You just looked so peaceful and unbothered by the noise of jocks, flirty giggles, and just the overall vibe of college in the lawn. Tetsurou couldn’t help but wonder, what was it about you that drew him closer?
You looked simple, with your bouncy (h/c) hair, smooth (s/c) skin, and very minimalist fashion of a loose silk brown button up tucked in high waist denims. Simple. Tetsurou would have loved to stare at you more, trying to decipher what kind of person you really were, had it not been for Tooru who had suddenly popped up beside him.
“Watcha lookin’ at Tetsu-Chan?”
Of course, again with the silly nickname. If the setter wasn’t one of his close friends, he would have probably planned for locking him in a basement somewhere.
“Nothing, let’s get to Kou before he chews our ass for not visiting him.” Tetsurou was quick to dismiss his thoughts of you.
“Oh, you mean chew your ass. We all know Bo would die to get a taste of you.”
Tetsurou knew Tooru was hinting on something, but he brushed it off, ignoring the brunet’s comments. And they left, but of course, not without Tooru’s hazel eyes stealing a glance at your figure, an amused smile on his lips.
‘Now, this should be fun.’