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The match against Datekou is quite spirited. The Iron Wall is a more than fitting name, led by their number one, just as fast as he is big. When Iwaizumi-senpai single-handedly breaks through it, Alice can’t help but cry out in excitement, joining the crowd in clapping for the team when they line up.
She can’t shake off the overwhelming anticipation that comes with knowing who they’re facing next, able to recall in vivid detail all the emotion that merely watching them evoked in her. Shifting away from the school’s cheering squad, she finds a seat at the front, not wanting to miss anything.
Kyoutani-kun’s entrance at the end of the first set is certainly remarkable, throwing off the elegant rhythm their school is known for. Ultimately, she finds herself in awe both by his physical prowess and the way Oikawa-senpai mercilessly makes use of it.
Every score past the twenty mark gives her a tiny panic attack and she can hardly stay still in her seat. But when he points across the court and sends a perfect set to the left, she jumps up and grabs at the railing, gasping when he crashes into the tables. Her eyes drift back to the ball and she doesn’t breathe while trying to follow it. She finds it right in time to see it splay off Oikawa’s arms. Her hands clamp around her mouth, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes at the final whistle.
