Two childhood friends had been inseparable for years, but after meeting that orange-haired boy, one of them threw himself into the world of volleyball, even traveling all the way to Tokyo to get into a prestigious volleyball school.
Faced with his childhood friend's enthusiastic invitations time and time again, Ninomiya Fuku would refuse coldly on the surface, then turn around and join the volleyball team.
He idly toyed with the volleyball at his fingertips, tossed it up, and swung his arm to spike. The ball drifted over the net like a wandering spirit, tracing an unpredictable path.
"A floating serve? Can a beginner really do that?"
"Is this a genius or what?"
"...I heard he's only been practicing for a week."
"Aaaagh! Damn genius!" Aoba Johsai's setter gritted his teeth, both envious and frustrated. Before he could show Ushijima Wakatoshi the "secret weapon" he'd had his eye on, the junior suddenly submitted an application to quit the team.
"Volleyball's so boring. I picked it up in a flash."
A volleyball slammed down by his feet.
"Huh? What are you even saying? I'll make you feel the fun of volleyball." The senior spoke sarcastically. "Genius."
Ninomiya Fuku turned his gaze back to that dazzling, handsome setter and team captain.
He didn't know that this senior would become the one damp shadow and obsession in his otherwise brilliant life.
Theme: Geniuses are on the left.
