28.

                                    

                                          

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

                          
The moment Sakusa and Misaki reached Nekoma High, Sakusa somehow instantly regrets coming with her. Seeing the buses belonging to the different teams, he can only imagine the number of players (not to mention germs) present inside the building they're about to enter.
                          
He grimaced at the sight, tucking his hands deeper inside the pockets of his pants as he slumped his back lower, not wanting any unnecessary attention he can attract.
                          
Reaching the entrance of the gate, they were greeted by two men. 
                          
"Nekomata-sensei!" Misaki called excitedly, waving his hand in the air for the old man's attention. "Hurry Omi!" She grabbed the ace by his arm and dragged him towards the two men.
                          
With a big smile, Misaki bowed, and out of respect for Nekoma's coach, Sakusa did too.
                          
"You made it," Nekomata chuckled, hands behind his back. "I thought Itachiyama will be practicing more since the tournament's in a few days?"
                          
"It's the opposite," Misaki replied, "coach wanted the players to rest."
                          
"That's Murame for you," he laughed wryly, eyes landing on the tall man besides the brunette. "And look, you brought a friend." Though, he wandered if he had seen him before. Studying his body build, the mop of curly, black hair, and the two moles aligned just above his eyebrow.
                          
"You're Sakusa Kiyoomi!" Nekoma's other coach, Manabu Naoi, pointed out.
                          
Sakusa turned to him with a bored look, nodding in acknowledgement before putting his attention back on the school.
                          
"I didn't expect the top 2 ace to come to this small training camp," Nekomata said, "anyway, let's get you two inside."
                          
As they entered the campus, a bunch of students who usually come to school on weekends spotted the two, eyeing them curiously. Some volleyball fangirls even noticed Sakusa, squealing as he passed, where in return the ace only gave them a scowl as she scooted closer to Misaki.
                          
"Don't worry, we'll reach the gym soon." Misaki reassured, intertwining her arm in his as he relaxed.
                          
"That's worse." Sakusa growled, thinking of the players and the germ-filled gymnasium. "I now regret this. I should've stayed at home."
                          
"'Twas your decision~"
                          
"I know." He huffed as they entered to a smaller door that leads to the gym.
                          
The sound of ball bouncing and shoes squeaking got more audible as they approached. By the end of the hallway, a woman with glasses and black hair stood.
                          
Sakusa noticed how Misaki's face lit up in excitement as she untangled her arms from his and quickly ran towards the woman.
                          
"Kiyokooo-saaaan!" She shouted, arm spread wide, engulfing the woman in a hug.
                          
Great. I can't touch her now that she has germs. Sakusa though in annoyance, standing idly from afar.
                          
"Omi! Come here!"
                          
After Sakusa had met Karasuno's manager, they were led inside the gym in a secluded spot where people would barely notice them, much to Sakusa's relief. He surveyed the area, a total of six courts, five different school teams, an estimated amount of fifty or more players all drenched in sweat; the wavy-haired man stood in horror.