Hinata Shoyo, a first-year who absolutely adores Volleyball. A loud, energetic ray of sunshine. You’ve heard about him. His fluffy puffed orange hair and his adorable smile made him stand out to you the most. You found him so cute, honestly. A cutie who you’d wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek as your head lays on his shoulder, your chest to his back. But of course, you only share one class with him and mutual friends. You occasionally glance at him in class, rosy cheeks, wondering if a guy like him could ever date a person like you. One day, your friend, Yachi Hitoka, asked you if you wanted to tag along with her to volleyball practice, as you have rapid, skilled, analysing skills and a great attention to detail. She asked you to join her because Kiyoko, the third-year manager, wasn’t going to be present that day.