The first time Bokuto Koutarou sees him, he forgets to jump over a hurdle
and falls face first on the track. It’s a humiliating feat his track and field
teammates will make sure to remind him of for the rest of his high school days,
and beyond. When he lifts himself to his knees, the left side of his face
throbs and blood steadily drips from his nose to the ground.
His teammates rush to him and his best friend, Kuroo
Tetsurou, who must regret not having his phone on him now, helps him up.
“Are you okay?” Kuroo asks and strengthens his grip on
Bokuto’s forearm to prevent him from wobbling.
“Kuroo, I think I’m in love,” Bokuto says, his eyes
drifting back to the cause of his fall. All those times he’s
made fun of love at first sight have come to bite him in the ass.
bleeding. Come, love-struck fool, I’m taking you to the nurse’s.”
His head spins, but Bokuto fights the haze to cast
another glance at the outdoor archery practice next to the field, protected by
the shade of tall trees. There, a dark-haired boy, along with the rest of the
archery club, is looking at the commotion Bokuto’s caused. Their eyes meet and
Bokuto looks away.