Author's Note: Another short series? Someone needs to stop me before this gets out of hand! This is for Yamaguchi, the ultimate cinnamon roll. He's underrated, honestly. I'm so tired of seeing all these Kageyama stories. He's such a stereotype. I need more cinnamon rolls like Yamaguchi.
Part 1 : Daunting
The day he met her, he was deathly terrified. She was her team's ace, an already scary position, but her height terrified him, too. Or lack thereof. Even Nishinoya was taller than her.
The fact that she wouldn't stop glaring at everyone was also terrifying. When he watched her play for the first time, he was nearly peeing himself. Every time the setter would pass her the ball, she would make it. Without fail.
Anyone that faced her on the court would call her the 'Pocket Monster'. And she really lived up to her name. Except when she was off the court.
On the court, she was angry, loud, rude and intimidating. When she scored a point, she screamed louder than Tanaka and taunted the opponent more than Tsukki. As soon as a foot crossed over that line, she was a different person.
"Towel." Her voice is completely monotone, like she took a page from that pudding-head's book. It's as if she's seeing the world in black and white. He blinks and hands her a towel. His hand brushes against hers for a moment and he blushes, feeling how unexpectedly soft it was.
Sadly, she doesn't even react. She pulls out a bag of chips and commences eating as she watches a video on her phone. His teammates were all practicing serves and different moves with her team.
"Yamaguchi!"
"Y-yes?!" He jumps when he hears his coach. "Get on the court!" Yamaguchi runs off, not noticing her gaze on him.
