[Due to issues with my health, mental well-being, and studies, I'm putting this story on hold for now. I'll come back and finish it once I've gotten things in order.]
*Official blurb:
I never paid attention to the people around me.
Until one day, on a whim, I went out into the rain. Just as I was about to be hit by a car, someone named Keiji Akaashi grabbed me and pulled me back.
After that day,
I felt like I was surrounded by Akaashi.
In class, he'd come over with questions to ask me.
In the hallway, he'd greet me in between conversations with the third-year students.
During club activities, I somehow found myself at Fukurodani's famous volleyball club, making promotional posters for them.
I could've sworn I'd never spoken to Akaashi on my own before.
Was he just friendly? Was this a life-saving-deed buff? Simple classmate affection?
A number of possibilities flashed through my mind.
It wasn't until after the Spring High tournament that I found the real answer.
A young man and woman's feelings had finally met. I didn't know who had first reached for the other's hand, but we both silently vowed never to let go.
But...
I'm sorry, Akaashi.
I might have to let go first.
Some people say love is a hand that wants to reach out, then pulls back.
Keiji Akaashi didn't agree.
If you like someone, you have to seize the opportunity.
Only by taking the initiative could he have a chance to be with Yuko Kuriki.
Keiji Akaashi had actually been watching her for a long time.
At first, it was because a teacher asked him to. But later, his eyes kept drifting to her of their own accord.
Her hand holding a pencil, the way she moved when drawing, the faintly impatient expression she made when revising her work, all appeared in his mind frame by frame.
He wanted to get closer to her, talk to her, share more moments with her, and hold her hand forever without letting go.
He got what he wanted.
But then Yuko suddenly pulled her hand away.
...So what?
He wasn't about to let go so easily.
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The main story is told in third person.
Theme: Hard work always pays off.
