As I secretly described Kageyama-san pinning his opponent against the lockers in math class for the hundredth time, chalk dust suddenly settled into the back of my neck.
When I looked up, the real owner was standing behind me, his blue-grey eyes staring at the screen of my phone, his expression more serious than solving a quadratic function.
I thought my life was about to end, but he handed me a note:
"Setters don't know how to pinch their wrists. They should hold their forearms. Your spiking position is also wrong. I'll teach you after school."
... Wait a minute, why is Karasuno's volleyball genius seriously directing his own fanfic? !
Since then, my creative career has gained a devil of details:
"The angle of holding the ball here is unscientific." "The gasping sound is too exaggerated." "The speed of cherry blossoms falling is five centimeters per second. You wrote too fast."
Until one day, he saved my document into the volleyball tactics folder and said with red ears:
"Next time... Can you write about me and you?"
——Help! I got it real, and it's even more outrageous than my imagination!
"The straight-ball king you are following is now online and will personally modify the fan script for you!"
Intention: "The straight-ball king you are following is now online, and I will personally modify the fan script for you!"
