𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗫 𝙊𝘾
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
He was a golden star while I was the black night.
I had no talent compared to him. I had to work hard.
Somehow, I was becoming my brother's shadow.
But everything changed when i met her.
𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝘿: 01/04/24...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✩｡:*•.───── 🎀 ─────.•*:｡✩
AFTER WATCHING Karasuno's game, our team made its way down to the court to warm up for our upcoming match against Omisaki High.
The gymnasium buzzed with anticipation as Aoba Johsai stepped onto the court, their confidence palpable.
Omisaki High looked determined but fully aware of the formidable challenge they faced.
The score stood at 23-14 in our favor, a testament to our team's dominant performance. As I glanced to my left, I noticed that Kageyama's team had just finished their match, emerging victorious against Date Tech.
Defeating 'The Iron Wall' was no small feat, and I couldn't help but smile, proud of Kageyama and his team's accomplishment.
While observing them, I noticed a shift in their demeanor. Their celebration was cut short when someone shouted my brother's name.
Instantly, their expressions turned from jubilant to serious. Close enough to overhear snippets of their conversation, I picked up on their concerns.
"The Aoba Johsai," spoke their captain, his tone laced with respect and caution.
"It's their first match," added a gray-haired player beside him, nodding in agreement.
My attention shifted back to my brother, who was muttering something to himself before doing his powerful jump serve.
With a deep breath, Toru launched the ball into the air, his body following in a fluid, practiced motion. The gym fell silent, all eyes on him as he soared and struck the ball with precision. It rocketed over the net, too powerful for Omisaki to handle, securing another point for Aoba Johsai and bringing the score to 24-14.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and I felt a surge of pride for my brother and our team. This was more than just a game; it was a demonstration of their hard work. Toru's serve had set the tone, and now it was up to the rest of the team to finish strong.
As the game continued, our team maintained their upper hand. Each play was executed with precision and confidence, showcasing the seamless coordination that defined Aoba Johsai.
The match point was inevitable, and it came swiftly with a powerful spike from Iwazumi that Omisaki couldn't return.
The final whistle blew, and the scoreboard flashed 25-14 in our favor. The gymnasium resonated with applause and cheers, celebrating our victory. We had not only won our first match but had done an incredibly good job.
As the players gathered in a huddle, our coach gave a nod of approval. "Well done, everyone. Keep this up, you're all doing an amazing job."
I caught my brother's eye, and he flashed me a triumphant grin. "Told you we'd crush it," he said, his confidence unwavering.
