Haikyuu!'s POV:

As Kageyama volleyed the volleyball on the wall, Hinata was on the side agitated. He felt like the snake creep was staring at him. He couldn't take the glare he was making so Hinata asked as he squeezed his eyes:

"Could you please stop looking?"

"HUH?" Busted. It wasn't the snake guy who replied back it was Kageyama.

"I wasn't looking." Hinata opened his eyes.

"What?" He looked at the snake guy. The snake guy was staring at an orange cat that had a red jersey on it that says: NEKOMA'S MASCOT a few meters away. Hinata realized the orange cat and glanced back at Kageyama excitedly without remembering the snake guy.

"You know what I'm thinking about?" Kageyama's expression was unchanged but he was concerned.

"Hinata, are you alright? Did that vanilla shake you got this morning made you sick today?" Hinata blinked twice before giving Kageyama a suspicious look.

"How do you know that?" Kageyama was unfazed by the whole look.

"Just looked out the window early morning, and I saw you running like a crazy maniac; you also screamed that you got Vanilla Shake."

"That's it?"

"Yeah! Why?"

"Nothing." Now Kageyama was suspicious. Before he asked some questions of his own, Hinata beat him to it.

"When is my turn to practice? I wanna practice my serves!" Kageyama wasn't going to give up the volleyball that easily. They stole the ball from each other a few times until they heard a loud uproar from the tennis court. The duo turned their heads towards the uproar, then looked at each other, and then wanting to look at the snake guy. But the snake guy was nowhere to be found.

"Didn't you ask him for his name, Kageyama?"

"What no." They ran towards the tennis court. Surely, they saw the snake guy standing on his team, but it wasn't Hinata's cheering team. The two players on the court sweat in buckets. It looked like they couldn't move another muscle. When they glanced at the score board, 6,4; It was Kuroko's school team that won. The spectators on the bleachers started gossiping.

"How could this have happen?"

"I thought the strongest was among them?" Hinata looked around to find Kuroko when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hinata, what are you doing here?"

"AHHH!" Both Hinata and Kageyama screamed like hyenas.

"Nothing… we heard an uproar and thought that we should come by and check what's going on? We were near."

"Hmm… yes. As you can see, I'm even shocked that Captain and Kiyoshi-sempei won." Hinata squinted his eyes. Was he really shocked? Where is the change in expression? I always feel like he has the same facial expression as usual. Kuroko looked back at Hinata and changed the subject.

"So, what were you doing near here?"


On the bleachers, Kise Ryouta was in disguised. He was wearing Prada bold sunglasses (not too girly); a grey hat, red tee and jogging shorts. Nobody knew he was the model in this season's issue of APOLLO magazine; which is a good thing in a crowded area but he did understand Kagami's feelings about that short left-handed kid with a kick serve. What was his name again? Echizen Ryoma. Yes. Him. Kise read the Tennis monthly magazine about him, how he's been unbeatable since forever. And his famous quote was: Mada mada dane! So for sure, Echizen Ryoma was a stuck-up brat. Kise understood Kagami's frustration completely when Kagami lost the game.

A few rows down, the green haired Midorima Shintarou stuck out from the audience like a sore thumb. Kise wanted to talk to him, but was stuck between two girls. For some reason, these two girls leaned on him much longer than he was expecting them to. When he looked at them under his Prada bold sunglasses, he knew he was busted.

"Hey chicks!" He greeted them princely.

"Kise Ryouta, we know who you are. Please! Please give us your number. It would be an honor to-" Kise knew what they wanted. Knowing someone famous can up the game of others in the entertainment world. He asked:
"Girls, are you actresses? or singers?"

"She's a singer and I'm an actress." One of the girls declared. Kise gave one of those photographic smiles. He grabbed a pen from a random person in the audience and wrote down his lucky number 7. He looked at the two girls and mouthed: "Call me." After that, he threw back the pen, jumped off the bleachers and took off.