I want Hyuga-kun to confess to me

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The run-up is artificial wings.

The boy's posture of freezing in the air and leaping like flying is imprinted in Utasaki Aira's memory, just like the time she fell in love at first sight in the third year of junior high school.

It was clearly a dim night when the sun had already set, but she always felt that what was reflected in her retina was a round of dazzling sun, and the light of the orange day enveloped her whole body.

Completely lost.she thought.

Remembering that she was still taking the admission test for the art club, Utasaki Aira collected herself, forced herself to look away, and drew a light gray mark on the laid manuscript paper with the pencil in her hand.

Utasaki Aira didn't use too many brushstrokes, and only a few lines outlined the vigorous posture of the young man leaping in the air. Every muscle and smooth line restrained explosive power and vitality.

President Niwazase Miyu stood behind Utasaki Aira, and nodded in admiration after seeing the picture composed of black, white, gray and relaxed lines: "Utasaki-san's drawing skills are pretty good."

Utazaki Aira replied very modestly: "I have been taught by a teacher before, so I have a little foundation."

This is not modesty.Thanks to the elite family education, Utasaki Aira has had teachers in various fields since she was a child. She does know many things—such as fine arts, such as multiple musical instruments, but she is generally not good at learning.

Because it is a sketched painting, Utasaki Aira draws very quickly, and it only takes about 10 minutes to complete a painting with a high degree of completion.

Obviously, this painting completely exceeded the average standard required by the entrance examination.

Niwaze Miyu patted Utasaki Aira on the shoulder with a smile, "Welcome to the art club, Utasaki-san."

"Participation in the art club is at least three times a week," Matsumi Yuki—the senior with shoulder-length hair eagerly held Utasaki Aira's hands, "Of course, if Utasaki-san wants to come anytime, she can't." The question is, there are always people in the art classroom, and I have a heartfelt request——Can Utasaki-san be my model?"

"I'm laughing at Utazaki-senpai," Miyu Niwase had a half-smile on her face, and raised her hand to hold down the petite Matsumi Yuki's head, "This embarrassing idiot likes to draw beauties, excuse me."

It was the first time to come to the club, and Utasaki Aira was embarrassed to refuse the senior's request, so she half-heartedly agreed to be a model for Matsumi Yuki.But it's not too early, and it's time for the next club activity to be a model, so I'm not in a hurry.

"That, this painting..." Utasaki Aira pointed to the painting neatly clamped on the drawing board, "Can I take it away?"

Niwase Miyu nodded: "Of course."

By the time Utasaki Aira left the art classroom, it was already completely dark. This time luck did not favor her, and she did not meet Hinata Xiangyang until she walked out of the school gate.

He didn't meet Hinata Xiangyang, so naturally there was no need for her to find excuses to walk home with him, so Utasaki Aira got into the driver's car waiting at the school gate.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" On the way of driving, the driver's grandfather glanced at Utazaki Aira's smiling face reflected in the rearview mirror, the corners of his lips were full of smiles.

"Yeah." Utasaki Aira nodded.

"An Xin Tang's steamed buns?" The driver's grandfather saw the Japanese-style gift box placed on the seat by Utasaki Aira, "Is it a gift from a classmate?"

"Yes." Utasaki Aira said softly, "It was given to me by a very good person."

Although it was just an apology and compensation, although it was not expensive, the added value of this box of water buns was the time and energy spent by Hinata Xiangyang-but this was enough for her to regard it as a priceless treasure.

The driver's grandfather looked away with a smile, and didn't ask any more questions—he could only see that Utazaki Aira was more joyful than ever before, as if his whole body was filled with bright sunshine.

*

When Utasaki Aira appeared in the gymnasium of the men's volleyball team on the day of the game on Saturday, she received an extraordinary attention.

She had just stepped into the gate of the gymnasium, but everyone in the audience looked at her—this made Utasaki Aira have to stop.

"That..." Utasaki Aira looked at the person closest to him hesitantly, "I'm a student of Karasuno, so I'm not someone suspicious?"

She thought that she was regarded as a suspicious person from another school to steal information.

"Are you the classmate Hinata said who came to watch the game?" Takashi Sugawara, who was closest to her, expressed a friendly attitude.

"Hey Hinata!" Utazaki Aira asked Hinata Xiangyang fiercely when he saw the bald man with a sad and indignant expression, "You didn't say that it was such a cute girl who came to the game!"

"Don't worry about him, please feel free to watch the game." Minister Daji Sawamura moved a step calmly, just blocking Ryunosuke Tanaka with a fierce expression.

There have always been few women in the volleyball hall, and the only girl who lives here is Kiyoko Shimizu, the manager of the men's volleyball team. Therefore, it is conceivable that Utasaki Aira's arrival brought surprise to these people.

"Okay, thank you seniors for your permission," Utasaki Aira bowed politely, "I will watch the game quietly from the sidelines."

When walking around the volleyball court, Utasaki Aira stopped.

She raised her eyes and looked at the back table who had changed into sportswear: "Tsukishima-san and Yamaguchi-san, cheers for the competition."

"You're here to cheer for Hinata, right?" Tsukishima Hotaru glanced at her, "I'm his opponent."

"Temporary opponents, you will be teammates fighting side by side in the future." Utasaki Aira put an impeccable smile on his face, "Cheering for Hinata-kun, and cheering for Tsukishima-san and Yamaguchi-san are not conflicting things , I hope to see a wonderful game.”

Thanks to her and Tsukishima Hotaru for some more communication because of the front and rear tables, Tsukishima Hotaru didn't say anything very vicious to her, but just nodded indifferently.

Shouyang Hinata, who was rubbed by Ryunosuke Tanaka, finally escaped. He touched his messed up hair with his hands, and trotted to stop in front of Utasaki Aira.

Xiangyang Hinata was momentarily at a loss for words: "Uta, Utasaki-san..."

"Hinata-kun," Utasaki Aira rolled her eyes at him, "Come on for the game."

Hinata Xiangyang nodded solemnly: "I will win!"

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Utasaki Aira laughed.

With the encouragement of the onlookers Utasaki Aira, Hinata Shoyo's morale rose visibly when he walked to the volleyball court.

Kageyama Feixiong didn't notice this at all: "Why does this idiot suddenly have such fighting spirit?"

"Damn it, although my heart will always belong to Miss Kiyoko," Ryunosuke Tanaka stood beside Takashi Sugawara and folded his arms, covering his face with one hand as if he couldn't see, "But—— Why does the kid have such shit luck?! This is too unfair! I also want beautiful girls to cheer for me!"

"Think about it." Takashi Sugawara patted Ryunosuke Tanaka on the shoulder, "People...are different after all."

The game starts soon.

Thanks to Hinata Xiangyang, Utasaki Aira knows the rules of volleyball games, but she only watches them. If she plays in person, she can't even throw a ball.

Watching a volleyball game at a close distance is more intuitive than sitting in the auditorium a few meters away-of course, it is also more dangerous, and there is a risk of being hit by "stray bullets" at any time.

For a few moments, the high-speed spinning volleyball even flew past the tip of Utasaki Aira’s nose—in an official game, the speed of the volleyball can even reach 120km/1h. If such a ball hits the head, Utasaki Ai Liang was expected to be carried sideways into an ambulance on the spot.

She took a few steps back in horror, and accidentally touched the shoulder of Shimizu Kiyoko who was standing with her.

Utasaki Aira immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Shimizu-senpai."

As the only girls in the audience, they have exchanged class names, even Line and email addresses.

"It's okay." Qingshui Jiezi didn't take it seriously, "It's a bit scary, right? But you'll be fine once you get used to it."

Utazaki Aira was silent for a second, "...Are you used to being smashed?"

"...No, I'm used to avoiding it." Shimizu Jiezi said, "It will hurt if you get hit."

"Indeed." Utasaki Aira nodded in agreement.

"Ah, I heard from Hinata that he accidentally hit you while playing volleyball." Kiyoko Shimizu's concerned eyes fell on the side of Utazaki Aira's forehead, "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing. The swelling has gone down now, can't you see it?" Utasaki Aira raised his hand and touched the side of his forehead that was hit, "Hinata-kun is really a very considerate person—not only accompanying me Went to the infirmary, saw it was too late and offered to take me home."

Her tone rose.

After finishing speaking, Utazaki Aira realized that he subconsciously said too much, the ending stopped abruptly, and looked at Shimizu Kiyoko who had been quietly listening to her with an embarrassed expression.

With a smile on her face, Kiyoko Shimizu listened carefully to Utasaki Aira's words, "It would be great if Utasaki-san could forgive Hinata."

She changed her voice, "So, Utasaki-san, do you want to consider becoming the manager of the men's volleyball club?"

Kiyoko Shimizu just said it casually, but she does have some thoughts like this—although the men’s volleyball team is not in urgent need of finding the next manager, it would be great if they could find a manager now. The manager of the sports club is You can never have too much.

As a woman, she was keenly aware of Utazaki Aira's affection for Hinata Shoyo, which was different from other people.

"In that case," Utasaki Aira showed an apologetic expression, "I'm very sorry, I've already joined the art club, so I'm afraid I won't be able to become the manager of the men's volleyball club."

"It's okay, I just mentioned it casually." Kiyoko Shimizu shook her head lightly, "Don't worry about Utasaki-san, let's concentrate on watching the game."

Utazaki Aira's gaze returned to the volleyball court.

She only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and she didn't even see the trajectory of the volleyball flying in the air. In the next second, the spinning volleyball was smashed hard on the ground, and it made a violent and dull sound when it hit the wooden floor.

"So fast... what is that?" Utazaki Aira was taken aback.

"Quick attack?" Takashi Sugawara, who was watching the battle, also looked quite surprised, "No...it's faster than ordinary quick attack."

Soon the ball was only an afterimage in the retina.

Xiangyang Hinata, who played with Tobio Kageyama, didn't seem to have thought that this was the ball he smashed. He looked down at the red palm in disbelief.

Then he turned his head and showed Utasaki Aira a bright smile.

At that moment, Utasaki Aira only felt that his heart was hit, and a numb feeling spread from his chest.

...What should I do, Hinata-kun is like a cute puppy begging for praise.

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