Day 6 of Tokyo Training Camp. Karasuno is not doing well. I am not doing well. Everything is not going well. As time passes literally everyone becomes more and more attractive to me. My life is filled with sparkles and glitter. And that is not good because the time will end soon and I want to keep rewinding even though the button for that is non-existent. I want to be in the Harry Potter Universe so I can have moving pictures that will remain a lifetime.

Once again the matches are only a blur in my memory. I've begun to learn the most efficient way of taking notes, observing Kiyoko-senpai at work. I've also gained a better understanding of my teammates. I finally feel settled in with Karasuno family. KageHina seems to also have gotten used to their new quick. I did dedicate a majority of my free time helping Kageyama perfect his falling toss. Would I be taking it too far if I started calling us good friends?

The end of the day comes quickly. The orange overpowers the clear blue sky and there's an influx of melancholy as I realise the last day approaches. The final match is finished for the day. I spot Tsukishima being a loner. Is it weird that I find the way he sits attractive? I like the way his back leans against the wall. He has his legs spread his hips length apart allowing him to rest his arms on his knees. A picturesque moment.

"Tsukishima~" I practically skip to him. As expected he looks somewhat annoyed. "Let's chat!"

"Can't you go chat with someone else? Like Hinata?"

I look towards Hinata who is engaged in a jumping competition with Nekoma's no.7. All I hear are silly words with no meaning like 'gwah' 'baaaam' 'whoosh'. I raise my eyebrow at Tsukishima and that in itself is self-explanatory. A conversation between idiots.

"So what did you want to chat about?"

I think. I didn't actually come prepared with an actual topic in mind. "How's your practice going with Kuroo?"

"Do you like Kuroo or something?"

I'm baffled at how he manages to twist my words.

"What? No! That's not it. This is me genuinely attempting to care about you." Mentally, I bang my head on the wall continuously. I cover my cheeks with a mixture of my hair and hands so Tsukishima doesn't see my blush.

"I think you've improved. Your blocks have been more successful."

"Wow. Thanks," he says sarcastically. I know, coming from someone who doesn't play middle blocker or isn't even a top player it's not much praise.

I pout. Even though I'm sitting down next to him, I notice that he is distinctively bigger than me. Of course, the 25cm difference between us should be a given but his ability to be able to conceal my body. If I hugged him properly, I'd be able to wrap my arms around his waist, fitting perfectly into him and be able to listen to his heartbeat. I rest my head on arms, supported by my knees.

Tsukishima takes a swig of his bottle, allowing me to watch his Adam's apple in action. I bite my lip, peeling the loose skin and blood fills my mouth. God, that is possibly one of my top three sexiest parts on a man.

"You're amazing Tsukishima."

He chokes on his water. "Are you sick?"

"I really mean it. You're so calm and collected. And you're sassy too. How could I forget? You're smart too. I want to be cool like you."

Tsukishima's expression is a splendid mix of disgust and confusion.

"I mean before I kinda hated you because you were a super jerk. But then I also kinda felt worried for you because you didn't really seem to like volleyball."

What's this burst of pure honesty?

He gently pushes my head and I overreact falling over and clutch on to my head groaning.

"Tsukki you bastard," I say playfully punching him in the arm. One day I'd like to see Tsukishima blush.

"I'll tell Kuroo you missed him."

I punch him a bit harder this time.

"To continue on a proper conversation, what do you like? Ah music! What type do you like?"

Tsukishima always has his trusty white Somy headphones resting around his neck. A blaring sign to his surrounding strangers that clearly says he doesn't want to interact with anyone. He shrugs.

"Just your usual music I guess. Like rock music? You listen to SPYAIR? Radwimps?"

I bounce up in joy, inching too close to him.

"No way!" I can't sense if Tsukishima actually wants to continue this conversation at all, but considering there are zero insulting remarks regarding my music taste, it's safe to assume he enjoys talking about music. It's amazing how much someone's music taste reveals.

"What bout Yamaguchi? What sort of music does he listen to?"

I think I hear Tsukishima choke back laughter. "Death metal."

"Come again?" The sweet freckled boy who gets intimidated by the referee's whistle listens to one of the most hard core genres in music. Oh the irony.

Our moment ends when I sense Kaori enter. "Ah Kaori!" I call accusingly. "I'll talk to you later Tsukishima."

I sprint over to Kaori who flinches at the sound of my voice. "Kaori! Did I scare you? Sorry, but I was thinking, since tomorrow's our last day. We should all bake cakes tonight."

"That's a great idea!" Yurie says, inviting herself to the conversation. "Nice thinking Erina!"

After arguing, hesitating and sinking myself in deep thoughts for an hour or so. The cakes finally begin baking in the oven, resulting in a warm aroma wafting throughout the room essentially becoming a mini bakery.

We sit around the metal table, being typical anti-social teens scrolling down our phones and tag each other in memes. I form our fifth album on our Line group chat, naming it 'Day 6 VB Camp' and upload all the Snow selfies we've taken.

Day 2 albums are filled with our card game punishments. We borrowed Yurie's eyeliner as punishment. Kiyoko, frustratingly, received the least severe punishment, getting away with only a couple cat whiskers on her cheeks. Meanwhile I had fake glasses drawn, a monobrow and moustache for my consistent losses in our game of 'Bullshit'. The only one who has suffered the same disastrous results is Eri who has an eyepatch – thanks to yours truly, me, a giant mole next to her right eye - Mako's work of art and Kaori's 'beard' that resemble more of long dark chocolate sprinkles congregated on her chin. Originally I had planned to draw the classic penis on her cheek but I was informed to keep this PG as possible.

Day 3 I have personally titled 'beauty night' as we treat ourselves using the face masks Eri has brought. At this point this camp seems more like a stereotypical girl's sleepover. For some reason, Yurie has cat-eared headbands, bunny-eared headbands, bear ears and so on. As to why she has animal-eared headbands, I leave that to the power of shoujo manga.

"Shirofuku-san."

We're all alerted at the presence of a familiar face of Fukurodani's setter as his bed hair comes to view.

"Akaashi! Is there something wrong?" Yurie stands up and approaches him.

"Kuroo-san is asking for Horikawa-san."

"Me?" My heart pounds, filled with trepidation. "I'm not going," I promptly refuse.

There's a second of disappointment that flashes across Akaashi's face. I swivel to face Kiyoko, hopeful she had some idea as to why the captain of Nekoma had business with me.

Akaashi walks up right next to me, pulling my hands right towards his chest.

"Please? Won't you come?"

"Okay," I answer impulsively. The butterflies in my stomach are clashing against each other.

"Right this way," he says in a very butler-like manner.

If Akaashi told me to jump off a cliff right now I would gladly obey.

He escorts me the way to the gym.

"What does Kuroo want?"

He looks at me and tilts his head. What an owl-like reaction, I think.

"Who knows?"

"That doesn't make me feel safe at all," I comment.

To clear up the silence I shoot questions at Akaashi who answers earnestly. I keep it volleyball related just to make sure I don't tread into sensitive territory.

We arrive and it's the giant alliance plus Bokuto occupied in some sort of argument. As usual, Tsukishima has detached himself from the ongoing issue.

"Kuroo-san I brought Horikawa-san," he says, finishing the argument.

"Bunny!" Kuroo greets. Habitually, my expression resumes to a disinterested one.

"Let's play!" He throws me a volleyball that I catch with ease.

"Why should I?"

"Why not?"

"Must I?"

"Are you scared?"

"What makes you think that?"

He's clearly unwilling to surrender this war of questions.

"It'll be fun!" persuades Bokuto.

"Can't you get Hinata or like an actual volleyball member?" I persist my attack.

"I'm sure he'd be utterly thrilled to play with such a talented player like yourself."

"Well." Bokuto doesn't deny the fact he's talented and rubs his nose as he holds his head high. "I guess."

"Bokuto's useless," sighs Kuroo, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Tsukki you convince her!"

Tsukishima glowers at Kuroo but ponders a while. Does Tsukishima seriously want me to stay? What is going on? First Akaashi comes to take me away. Kuroo wants to play with me. And now Tsukishima is trying to get me to stay?

"I'll give you Pocky."

My ears perk up. Pocky?

"Chocolate Pocky," he goes on to say.

"Double chocolate?"

"Double chocolate."

Now he's offering to buy double chocolate Pocky for me? This is really suspicious.

I motion at Tsukishima to lean down so we're on the same eye level. I place one hand on his forehead and the other on mine.

Could it be a fever?

"I'm not the sick one here."

I rest one hand on my heart and the other on my head. Maybe I haven't fully recovered. This could all just be an hallucination. Maybe that's why everyone looks about a hundred times more attractive than usual. I double-slap my face. It hurts. How ironic that reality doesn't feel like reality at all.

"Sorry, I can't trust you guys," I say, turning around to leave. "Y'all are acting weird."

Kuroo effortlessly hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of clothes. "Sorry, no can do." With the ground so far out of my reach, I panic.

"Kuroo?! Oh my god, nononononoo. Put me down! Don't lean! Please okay okay okay. I'll play your stupid game! I'll play it." Petrified by my fear of falling, I try not to flail carelessly. I drop on the floor like I hug my long lost friend.

Bokuto offers the ball to me. "Let's have some fun."

I tentatively accept the ball.

I sprawl on the ground. I don't have the energy for this at all. Not only do I hardly ever play volleyball, but to play over three sets? I can't count anymore, especially with professional players.

"Time out," I signal the usual 'T' sign, puffing heavily.

"Hori! We have two more points to go." Bokuto naruto-runs around me like an annoying child. Akaashi extends his hand to me.

"Whoa!" I say, stumbling onto him due to the unexpected force. My hand glows for a second. I touched his pecs. I gasp excitedly, feeling rejuvenated. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

Gifted with a precipitous surge of energy I score the remaining two points needed. The power of a hot guy's pec. I can only imagine what abs would do to me.

I sprawl back onto the ground, letting the cold floor cool my heated cheeks.

"Actually, I have a question bunny."

"Haah, what?"

"If you're so good at volleyball, why are you a manager and not actually in a club?"

I sit up, cross legged.

"So you know when guys jump up to block," I begin my half-lie.

"Yea?"

"There's a moment when you jump and your shirt flips up and I can see the abs. If I were on the girls volleyball team I wouldn't be able to see that."

Kuroo and Bokuto double over, slapping their thighs.

"I can't tell if you're serious about that or not." Tsukishima evidently looks shocked, mixed with hints of disgust.

Suddenly, a voice calls for out attention by the door.

"Suga-senpai!"

He invites us to join the rest of the team in playing with sparklers and the 'hit-the-watermelon' game. I wonder if it's legal to do so but coming from Suga-senpai the worries quickly dismiss themselves.

It looks like we're the last to the party. Everyone already ignited sparkers and are waving them rather dangerously around. Even Nekoma's members are here. Kageyama offers me a sparkler, lit up by Daichi-senpai. I bring out my phone, sneakily taking picture of everyone. Even the elusive Kenma.

Suga-senpai suggests we should spell a word, deciding to do Karasuno.

"Don't we have too many people," I say, gazing down the line. Do we have five extra people? Daichi-senpai naturally takes the first place in the line. I've been tasked with drawing the first A.

"We can do exclamation marks or something," says Nishinoya.

It takes a couple tries to get everyone's sparklers fully lit at the same time, and for them to survive long enough for the picture. "Hurry up Suga!" complains Tanaka.

Another depressing voice mutters, "I wanna go back and play Monster Hunter."

"I got it. Jeez!"

Sharing sparklers between 20 people doesn't last long and we transition to the next game.

"Why do I have to do it?" grumbles Kenma, reluctantly putting on the blindfold. I straighten out the sheet of plastic underneath the melon.

"Just do it Kenma. As Captain of Nekoma, I command you." We have two watermelons, allowing us to divide us into two teams. Effectively turning Karasuno plus Akaashi and

Nekoma plus Bokuto. The rules are relatively simple. Spin three times around the bat. Stand. Hit the melon. Each team has 3 minutes. First to crack the melon wins. I have to video this.

As soon as the blindfold is on, there's several voices fighting to influence Kenma. I join in the verbal discourse.

"Kenma. Turn right. Yes. Just a little bit to your left. Walk forward a bit more. Like four st- right! That's good and if you hit as hard as you can on your left!"

"OI BUNNY STOP GIVING HIM THE DIRECTIONS TO HIT ME!" yells Kuroo.

After hearing this Kenma solely focuses on my voice, easily distinguishable in the midst of low male ones.

There's 10 seconds left on the timer when Kenma finally busts the watermelon open. A clean and precise cleave is made.

Tanaka volunteers himself to represent Karasuno and Akaashi team. Perhaps using his amazing sense of smell, with a minute and a half to spare Tanaka-senpai identifies the melon. However, with his sheer strength, the melon cracks open but splatters, drenching the nearby standers in watermelon blood. Luckily I am not one of those people. Along with the others, I search for an intact piece and happily munch on it. I secretly snap pictures of the unsuspecting volleyball players, resigning to the hill.

"Are you having fun?" Hinata joins me by the slopes of Shinzen High's Refreshing Hill.

"Tons," I answer. Kageyama spies us and I gesture him to sit next to me. I gaze up in the sky, an endless blanket of stars occupying and stretch as far as the eyes will allow. Which one is Venus? Maybe I should've joined the astronomy club back in junior high. Nah, I would've resigned in a month or so. In my school years, volleyball was the only one I was actually committed to. And now I'm back again.

A light breeze wraps me in its warm embrace.

"I'm glad we aren't fighting anymore."

"Hori-san I'm so-"

"We're sorry," corrects Kageyama. He can't possibly fathom how important the change in pronouns mean to me. I screenshot this view and feeling and save it in my heart.

Closing my eyes I simply enjoy their presence. It's okay just to sit in silence with someone. Honestly I don't consider myself to be high maintenance. Satisfy me with food. Offer to hang out with me randomly, we don't even have to have anything planned. It's not hard to make me, or anyone happy. That's my goal.

"Let's take a selfie," I say. I hold Kageyama down so he doesn't escape.

"One. Two. Smile." I take two pictures. "Ah we have to take one more. Kageyama's not smiling!"

It's a tall order but I make it anyways. The second try comes out almost as the same as the least. At least this time Kageyama's teeth are visible.

"Hinata! Kageyama! Hori! Group photo!"

Hinata devours the rest of the watermelon in one huge chomp. "Cominf," he yells in response. I bounce up and drag Kageyama's arm. "Let's go."

As one of the shortest people in this gathering, they all push me to the front. We take a normal one, as the unwritten rules of group photos dictate, then a couple more for good measure. Following the rules, we take 'silly face ones' after.

The me last year never would've guessed I would spend my first summer vacation as a high school first, with a bunch of boys, in a volleyball club, in Tokyo. How absurd.

Kuroo and Daichi-senpai suddenly haul in two massive multi-coloured tubs. Not to mention the giant water guns, there must be about seven of them.

"Gather round kids, it's time for tonight's main event." Kuroo distributes water balloons amongst his teammates.

"Karasuno assemble!" Daichi-senpai announces. Armed with deadly water balloons, we prepare for combat. Contrary to my belief that I would be attacking, after the first few shots, I spend most of my time dodging behind my human shields. Most of my balloons just somehow, with no ill intention at all, always drenches Kuroo.

Finding it too tiring to attack Nekoma, I betray my team. My first victim; our libero. I slam a water balloon down on Nishinoya's hair, eliminating 10 centimetres of his height.

"Hori you traitor!" He retaliates with a balloon but hits the unsuspecting Tanaka.

"Noya-san you bastard!" Under the cover of turmoil, I snatch an available gun, soaking everyone possible. Perhaps I'm laughing too wickedly.

Chaos. Pandemonium. This is what I live for.

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Eri: All this fun and you didn't include us?

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