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three years earlier
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"Y/N, COME ON, GET FORWARD!"
The twelve-year-old girl propped her hands on her hips, her tennis racquet dangling from the fingers of her right hand as she cast a teasing glance towards her superior.
"Are you really gonna full-on coach me, Suga?" she raised an eyebrow. "You're only, like, two years older than me."
"Three!" the silver-haired boy protested, kicking the back of his shoes with his racquet strings with a reluctant grin on his face. "Come on, just come in a little earlier and slice the ball instead of putting too much spin on it, or it'll just go out."
Suga was always smiling, but when Y/N recorrected her forehand stroke properly, sending the yellow ball spiralling to the baseline, he couldn't quite muster a proper grin.
She dropped her racquet by the sideline, sipping briefly from her waterbottle as she rounded the net to the side her senpai stood on.
"Suga, what's up?"
He sighed, not quite able to look her in her e/c eyes. "Y/N ... I'm not staying at Katayama. I'm going to- to Karasuno."
"Volleyball?" she incredulously inquired, folding her arms.
