𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗬𝗠 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 with excitement as the match began, the tension between Karasuno and Seijoh thick in the air. I could hear the faint murmurs from the crowd, a low hum of anticipation, but all I was focused on was the court in front of me. I positioned myself near the sidelines, camera in hand.
From the first whistle, the intensity was unreal. Both teams moved with precision, as if every step had been practiced a thousand times over. Seijoh's serves came in fast, especially Oikawa's, which was no surprise. The way he served, the ball almost seemed to disappear for a split second before rocketing over the net, the concentration on his face and the sheer power behind his form.
But Karasuno was quick to respond. Daichi received the serve flawlessly, his stance wide and firm, guiding the ball up into the air with an almost effortless calm. I zoomed in, getting a shot of his focused expression before swinging my lens toward Kageyama as he set the ball.
Kageyama was incredible. The way he moved, sharp and precise, as if he knew exactly where every player on his team was without having to look. The ball seemed to float in the air for just a second before he sent it flying toward Hinata, who leaped impossibly high, slamming it down into Seijoh’s court.
"Yes!" I heard Hinata yell as the ball hit the floor. Karasuno’s first point. The crowd erupted, and I quickly snapped a photo of Hinata’s wide grin as he landed, his energy contagious even from where I stood.
Seijoh wasn't going to let them have an easy match, though. Oikawa smirked from the other side of the net, clearly unfazed. They reset quickly, and the next rally was even fiercer. I watched as Iwaizumi, came in for a spike, his jump powerful, the ball rocketing downward toward Karasuno’s side.
But Nishinoya was there. I could barely keep up with him through my lens as he dove for the save, his body low to the ground, arms outstretched. He somehow managed to deflect the spike with perfect precision, sending the ball back into play. The way he recovered so quickly, springing back onto his feet, was incredible. I snapped a photo just as he looked up, eyes sharp and determined.
The match continued like this—fast, intense, and completely unpredictable. Each point was hard-earned, neither team giving an inch. Karasuno's synchronization was on full display, from the way Tanaka smashed the ball over the net to the way Tsukishima blocked spikes with calculated ease. Every moment felt like it could be the turning point, and I was right there, capturing it all through my camera.
