Ōhira Haikyuu Novels & Stories

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Payback is a bitch called Aika Kurosaki. Jun wasn't ready for this argument, because there was no way that he was going to admit tho to the shark lady and the smug Iori ha he was a bad dancer. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as the playboy of the century. And it didn't look well for the image he was projecting to start tripping over his feet and humiliate himself like what had happened t him when he was having dance classes for the prom ball back when he was studying in America.

Hearing his words, she looked up with teary eyes, her voice filled with gratitude, "I will never forget this favour you've done for me.” In that tender moment, as Ahil meticulously wiped away Hiya's tears with the handkerchief, the air seemed to hold a subtle fragrance of care and understanding. His hazel brown eyes, framed by those enviable long lashes, bore into Hiya's, expressing an unspoken reassurance. His lightly brown hair, casually scattered on his forehead, complemented the overall charismatic aura that surrounded him.

Neu gives Hikari one note to Hikari and he go outside. Nimura told Hikari to go to the shop near there, to buy it. Hikari were walking and looking on that note. he say by himself "Actually, im new but why i need to do this?" Suddenly someone bumped on Hikari. Hikari fell to ground but he was in a good condition. When he stand up, Suddenly the people that bumped into him asked him "You're Hikari! you're still alive?" Hikari was so shocked when he know that it was a girl. Hikari know that girl. So he asked that Girl "Actually, Why are you here. you're Rika right?" that girl smiled and she say to Hikari "I'm so glad that you still remembered me, Hikari" Then Hikari just walked away, but Rika h

53: Hiro - Not Again Hiro The air is thicker, hotter…. The openness and ease Ayame had when I was walking in is fading fast, and I know the look when she’s trying to make an escape. They’ve been dancing for at least two arcs, and while he’s new to Aya’s circle, the bartender is at the very least observant.

' she murmurs. Akira lets out a nervous breath considering that the girl is no longer angry with him. He can't have her being a monochrome just before the match. He needs a strong supporter and Mira happens to be one. She is the strongest support he can get for now. The Sakiyurai organization must be passed down to her and not the male lead. He needs to make sure she gets the right to be the head! Akira is stuck with this thought as he glances over the said girl.

Yamamoto Kazuki said arrogantly, “There were so many people who lost against me, I can’t even count them all. How could I possibly remember each one of them?” Hanson nodded embarrassedly and replied, “Well, Mr. Kazuki, I have another identity too. In this competition, I am the coach for the Oskian player Aurora. Oh no, former coach. I’ve now resigned.” Yamamoto Kazuki frowned and said, “Aurora? Why haven’t I heard of this player before? I don’t think this player is among the top 5 seeded players in this competition, is she? Hanson quickly nodded and answered, “No, she was not seeded previously. That’s why you may not have noticed her.”

Sora followed them but Yukio and I went by the lake to look at the flowers. “What kind of flower is this, Mama?” He asked, pointing to the sweet pea flower. “This is sweet pea. This is mama’s favorite flower. Mama loves this flower so much that’s why mama calls you her sweet pea.” He picked one up and put it on my ear. “Yuki, come and practice with us. Let’s see if you still know how to use this.” Yorihisa tossed me a spear. I looked at Yukio and he had a confused look on his face. I glanced at Sora and saw that he was looking at me. He must not know that I know how to fight. I walked over to Yorihisa and gave him back the spear.

The scoreboard hadn’t even lit up, yet the tension was already electric. Their opponents, Kujin Tai, stood across the court, dressed in dark forest green and white. Sharp uniforms, sharper stares. But it was their ace, Midorin Haizen, that drew the most attention. Tall, lean, and eerily calm, he spun the ball on his finger with surgical precision, unreadable emerald eyes scanning the court like a predator. Maya Yesuda leaned against the bench, his light blue hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sharing what he knew. He kept his tone casual as he spoke to his team mates .

These flowers were like tulips, but the flowers were lopsided or looking down, as if they had withered, and the tip of the petals were facing the upward. Kiyo’s friend who is a florist, Chie Haruno, hurried over to her from inside the store. The girl had curly dark hair and dark orange eyes. She was a little bit shorter than Kiyo, but she’s chubbier. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with green floral apron covering her waist to the knees. She was bringing a small white flower between her fingers that looked like lily flower but with slightly wider petals. When she looked at the flower pointed by Kiyo, she answered. “Oh! That’s the Taihou no Hana. It’s cute isn’t it?” Kiyo giggled. “