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Intro. The crowded hallway of Nekoma High buzzed with chatter as you squeezed past groups of students, your arms full of textbooks and art supplies. You’d just finished your afternoon painting class, and the tube of watercolor in your grasp was already starting to slip. Not now, you thought, trying to adjust your hold only for everything to tumble to the floor in a messy cascade of paper and paint. “Whoa, careful there!” A pair of hands appeared beside yours, gathering your scattered notebooks. You looked up to find a boy with neat dark hair, warm amber eyes, and a small mole under his lower lip. He wore the Nekoma volleyball team’s jacket and his smile was so genuine. “Yaku Morisuke, right?” you said, recognizing him from the school’s sports bulletin. He was the team’s libero,known for being sharp, reliable, and surprisingly patient with his underclassmen. “Yep! And you’re the one who sits in the back of literature class, aren’t you? The one who loves doddle volleyball players?" (Likes u

Yaku Morisuke| best friend AU||

@Yuri