Even the Mafia Has to Play Volleyball

(Key point: JCC is 1)

A transfer student has arrived at Aoba Johsai, someone you can only ever see in the volleyball club. According to those in the know, this person came for their campus heartthrob, Oikawa!

The heartthrob himself flashed a wide, triumphant grin. "You have no idea what kind of person he brought into the volleyball club!"

The person he'd brought over stood gracefully at the net, looking entirely uninterested in volleyball. But just standing there, he was impossible to ignore.

Kawakami Hiiragi, whose day job was as an executive in the largest mafia organization in the Kanto region and whose side gig was as a jujutsu sorcerer, raised an eyebrow and drawled lazily, "With me here, victory is only natural, isn't it?"

If he lost, that guy Dazai would tease him about it for the rest of his life.

Even if it were only for Oikawa, he'd bring victory to Aoba Johsai.

P.S. I'll update according to the rankings when there are rankings, and twice a week when there aren't.

Warnings: He can't play volleyball, and the match scenes may be stupid. The romance is the main focus. Jujutsu and supernatural abilities do appear, though they aren't mentioned in the blurb. Comments by paragraph are open~

Please don't bring up non-canon ships~ This story contains no non-canon ships apart from the main pairing~

Coming soon: My Master Is a Setter

Synopsis:

[part 1]

A foreign transfer student with blond hair and blue eyes arrived at Aoba Johsai. From the first time Oikawa saw him, he couldn't shake the strange feeling that he knew him.

The inexplicable familiarity made him fret and rack his brains, so he decided to approach the other boy and find out where the feeling came from.

But the transfer student always looked at him with an indescribably complicated expression and said, "I'll tell you when you remember."

...Why did he suddenly feel like a scumbag who'd abandoned him?

One afternoon, after finishing his usual volleyball practice, he happened to see the transfer student, Shizuhara Saku, on the verge of dissolving into glowing motes and drifting away.

Trailing golden flecks of light, Shizuhara Saku walked toward him and said, "Pardon my forwardness."

It was his first time kissing anyone.

[part 2]

Lately, Oikawa had been having strange nightmares. Sometimes he was surrounded by grotesque familiars, other times he was being hunted... Wait, how did he know those monsters were called familiars?

In his dreams, a clear, lovely voice seemed to call his name, but whenever he tried to make out the speaker's face, the dream faded like mist.

"...You will live," said a blond boy whose face he couldn't see. "I swear it on my life."

Overcome by a powerful sense of sorrow and resistance, Oikawa woke with a start. In the middle of the night, he climbed onto the roof and stared blankly at the full moon on the horizon.

His lips moved, and before his mind could catch up, his body called out someone's name.

'Alvaro Filwick.'

In the boundless dreamscape, golden light bearing wings gathered beneath the bright moonlight and formed a human silhouette before him.

The mist cleared. The blond boy's face came into view. With a helpless, carefree smile, he held out his hand to Tooru Oikawa and asked, "I ask you, are you my Master?"

This is a coming-soon story. The blurb is still preliminary, but the basic premise probably won't change.

Theme: Dreams will bloom and bear fruit one day.