Ichika's POV

I looked after Nishinoya as he stomped out of the gym. Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, I recall the incidents that happen just a few minutes ago.

I remembered my heart pounding fast when he saved me from getting hit from the ball.

I remembered the moment he's standing in front of me, I felt as though nothing could hurt me.

I remembered when he faced me and chuckled, I felt a warm feeling stirring inside of me.

He seemed slightly taller than me. His ruffled wild black hair points to the sky and a tiny tuft of dirty blonde hair falls over his forehead. His deep brown eyes seemed to reflect the light, making him look stunning.

However, I also remembered when he snapped sharply at me. I felt that as though an arrow has pierced through my heart, making it crack. Out of all the members, does it has to be him?

"We're sorry about that. Nishinoya... he could be a bit sensitive at times, but he'll get over it." Daichi's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "I also understand if you do not want to take part in this anymore."

Everyone looked unhappy when Daichi suggested that to me. I stared after where Nishinoya had left and turned back to the rest of the team. "No it's no problem at all. I'll still do it." I said as enthusiastically at I can.

Everyone's spirit immediately lifted. Their smiles had all returned to their faces while I forced myself to put one on mine. "I should start tomorrow, after all the that had happen," I said. "I mean if that's okay with you." I added, quickly flashing Daichi a knowing look. He immediately picked up the hint and nodded.

"That's too bad. I was really hoping for a picture of myself..." I heard Hinata murmured. Kageyama nudged him hard in response. Feeling hollow, I quickly wave everyone goodbye and rushed out of the gym.

My smile immediately turned upside down when I left. I clutched my camera strap tightly and sighed. Today really isn't my day.

Nishinoya's POV

She's hurt. And it's my fault.

Stupid. How stupid.

I'm stupid.

The feeling of regret clung to me. I couldn't get the thought of Ichika off my mind.

I'm mad. I felt mad at myself. It's not her fault. She's just doing what she's told.

"Noya! Come on back to the gym." I heard Suga called. With a heavy heart, I turned back only to see Daichi standing beside Suga with his arms folded with a fierce frown on his face. Suga, looking distressed, whispered something into Daichi's ear.

Daichi's frown hardened and to my surprise, snapped at Suga. But they were still to far away for me to make out Daichi's words. Asahi, who clearly heard the commotion, was now standing at the gym's entrance. Suga, looking extremely hurt, backed away back into the gym.

Asahi stared at Daichi confused but quickly went back in the gym together with a sad Suga.

Oh boy, this shouldn't be good. A few minutes past when Daichi had finally stopped yelling at me. Hot with embarrassment, I skittered back into the gym. There, I noticed Suga practicing his serves with Asahi nearby.

As Daichi entered, the two locked their gazes for a second but Suga pulled his away and continued with his serves.

Just what did Suga said to Daichi that made him so mad? And what did Daichi said to Suga that made him look so heartbroken?

Daichi then made his way to Asahi. They were having a quiet conversation. Asahi was shaking his head disapprovingly while Daichi frowned and turned away.

Baffled, I headed back into the court and started retrieving spikes.