[center][color=6495ED][h1][b]MAKOTO NYGAARD[/b][/h1][/color][hr][/center]The first day of his final year in high school was underway. Makoto was always carrying a cheerful grin, some people described it as a stupid smirk but the blonde boy figured it was a charming quirk of his. As he strutted through the halls he whistled a playful nursery rhyme knowing that having library duties during the first few periods of the day was a blessing. He could do what he pleased as long as he did his job at organizing the books and keeping things neat, that and not bothering the classes that were going on. Sure he needed to focus more on his studies for his college entrance exams, but he didn't want to worry too much about that since this was also his last year on the volleyball team.

This year he was going to help the team succeed in going further than ever before. He was a senior so he had to show the underclassmen that any dream was possible if they tried hard enough. A bit of blood, sweat, and tears never hurt anyone and he knew for a fact too many sweat and tears were wasted last year and not enough blood put into it. This year was going to be completely different as Makoto was going to help his best friend T.K. lead the team to victory.

As he wandered into the library with his stupid face and grin, he bowed, expecting to get a lecture for being late by the librarian, but to his surprise no one was there. He peeked his eyes open and slowly slid away into the aisles of the bookshelves. Makoto tapped the spines of the books until he came to a yellow hardcover titled [i]The Sunflower Girl[/i]. [color=6495ED][b]"Sounds like my kinda girl,"[/b][/color] he muttered, opening the young adult book.

Once distracted by romance novels it was hard to get Makoto's attention off of it. The cure for that though, was always volleyball.