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Haikyu belongs to the wonderful Haruichi Furudate. Love: its beautiful. it's crazy.Causes you to do the silliest stuff.Once you've had a taste there will simply never be enough. Love: it's insane. it's painful.Feel what you've never felt, wish you've never been shown.Regret the choices you'll make, hate the person you should have never known. Pant, pant,pant. "...You can't escape me. I'm now apart of you. Our souls have fused together . We're inseparable. I CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR DEATH! Finally, we'll be free. Bwah-ha-ha-ha!" Frozen, I gaped at my phone in shock. Never before have I received a voice message of such nature ; particularly from (f/n)- chan. I just dont know what to make of it. That was creepy stuff. She sounded possessed, (f/n)-chan definately wasn't herself when she sent this. Rather she has been acting strange of late. I lay in my bed stretched out like a starfish. This feels nice. To bad it brought no comfort to my mind; it just wouldn't stop replaying that message. 'I CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR DEATH !' Uh, such a pain. I shut my eyes in frustration, to think of something else, anything to stop the echos. With hard concentration and time had passed ,eventually the voices shut up. I was pulled into immediate sleep. I awoke to darkness. My body suspended in air. It's warm and faint singing can be heard . I can't identfy the words but strangely the song gave me a sense of security. The darkness receded. Replaced by a cloudless sky above, and i found myself laying in a large field. Screech. I turn my head towards that sound. What I see causes my heart to slow. (F)-chan is walking towards me. Only to pause once she catches sight of me. It looks as if she is ...surprised? Then she spoke causing my peaceful world to collaspe. I'm no longer dreaming. "Oh. You're awake." ...................................................................... I can't believe it. My darling has finally woken up. Looking over my shoulder once more I quicky hop to the ground. Making as little noise as possible. Just as quietly I slide the window back across and lock it. I stood there for a few seconds longer to calm my nerves. Breath in, breath out. Repeat. Fully relaxed and in control once more I move towards him. I reached his bed in no time. Sitting on it I finally tock the time to study his features. I have to bite back a giggle though, he looks so frighten and confused. I find it amusing, Kuroo: afraid of me? Hilarious. My hand when to pat his cheeks but he fliches at the last moment. How mean! He wants to say something but hardly any words reach my ears. The cloth I had stuffed in to his mouth absorbing most of it. Suddenly I miss his voice but this must be done. Unable to speak his mind the vollyball captain settles for glaring at his captor. The hostility behind those eyes pulled on my heartstrings. Threatening my resolve. But I hold fast to my decision, looking right back at him. Challening him to stop me if he can. I saw his arm muscles flex then a look of panic washed over him. He just realized his hands are binded to the bed posts. He pulls hard, causing the iron headboard to knock against the wall. Not . Good. -He's making too much noise. Now I'm starting to panic. The situation can't get anymore worse. Now I remember...I never tied his legs. Geez, I'm so forgetful. "Ow!" I'm on the floor before I know it. He kicked me! Brushing the initial shock off I'm up in seconds. Pouncing like a tiger on to the bed I'm quick to straddle his legs. Sitting steadfast every time he tried to buck me off of him. Keeping weight on his legs I lean down on his chest, catching his face in one hand. With the other I pull out a cloth from my pocket. Bringing my face just inches from his I begin to whisper sweet nothings to pacified him. "Shush, shush sweetie. I'm here. It's gonna be alright. Okay? It's gonna be just fine." I brought the cloth closer to his nose. "We 're togethwr now." I watch in complete bliss as his eyes roll back and his eyelids fall. He grows slack beneat me as all movement cease. Slowly I remove the cloth. After a quick light kiss to his forehead I crawl beside him to lay down. But before I get comfortable I'll bind his legs.
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3 weeks ago... "Is that the problem, Junko?""Yeah.""Well, I'll find a way. Okay?""Yeah, whatever." I smiled at the usual response. No matter what I'm going to help her. My mind is made up. For the rest of the train ride I'm engrossed in my thoughts. Something brushes against my leg causing me to jump out of my seat! Holding my racing heart I looked down. Immediate relief. It was just my phone vibrating. Calm now, I sat back down and rest my head against the window, my concern no longer about the phone. My mind had wondered elsewhere. "(f/n)-san. You should pay more attention to your text messages." "Great. Thanks for interrupting my daydream, Junko." I rolled my eyes for extra effect. Being sure she felt every ounce of sarcasm. Its no big deal. "Besides it can't be that important?" Junko narrowed her golden eyes . Effectively putting fear in me. The air became heavy. "Okay! Okay! I'll look at it as sooon as I get to class." 'Please don't hit me.' In an istant the atmosphere felt ligher so I knew she was satisfied. Although everything seemed normal again my hands are still sheiling my face just in case she has a sudden change of mind. Junko got up, quickly collected her stuff and left. Before being out of my view she calls over her shoulder in a tired voice. "Come on. This is our stop." Hearing this I bounced out of the seat and skipped after her. Pausing just outside the school gates I peer up at the clear sky. The temperature is just right. Warm and every so often a gentle breeze would caress my skin. I whisper to myself what a beautiful day. The moment I stepped through those double doors I was surrounded by council members. Presenting their concerns, question and comments at once, each just wanting to be heard. It became overwhelming very quickly and my mood tock a turn for the worst. Peww. I finally made it to class after being forced to greet almost every person I ran into along the way. Seriously, who knew small talk could be exhausting? Yes, I'm popular but Im not an idol or a god. It wouldn't kill them to say 'hi' or wave and leave it at that. But oh no, it's always how are you senpai? Good morning senpai! How can I help you senpai? Are you doing well senpai? Have a nice day senpai! Senpai this. (L/n)-san that. Urgh! I wish these people would just give me space. One inquiry leads to a million. And having common courtesy I try to answer them all. This is much too irritating to think about. My head had fallen into my hands in frustration. I can't get any cuddle time with Tetsuro- kun this way. A shadow falls over me when a cold voice spoke. "(f/n)-chan, have you forgotten your promise already?" I slowly raised my head to stare up into a familiar face. Golden eyes were looking back at me. Her polite smile made me sick to my stomach. Its kinda creepy how innocent she looks when we both know of the salvage beast slumbering below the skin. "No." Her smile dropped, the light in her eyes dimmed. Her emotionless mask takes over once more. "Great." She retakes her seat ; directly left of my own. My thumb slide this way and that over the screen until it unlocks with a click. My eyes widen as I see I have 23 unread messages. Before I'm able to view the first one am distracted. Again. Giggles were coming from the back of the classroom. 'Tch' trying to ignore it my focus goes back to the message I was about to open. "Ha-ha-ha!" but that voice. I look back, it's Kuroo telling jokes to his friends. I was gonna look away when a second voice joined in. My eyes lock on to its owner- the sole female in the group ;Fumiko Hashimoto. Captain of the soccer team. Today her long brown hair is not in its usual braid but let down and green almond eyes shone with happiness. Shes a 5'5" athletic genius whom I admire and tock me under her wing during my first and second year. Still, in that moment I couldn't help but envy her. She's so close to Kuroo, it just doesn't sit well with me. Fumiko-chan is literally laying across his lap. Babbling stupid comment after comment that the guys find funny. How could they laugh at her poor excuse for a joke? Did he just comb his fingers through her hair?! H-he's being tainted by her! "Good morning class. Take out your exercise book." Dispondent I turn around to do as told. Students returned to their seats. By then, Mr. Sato had already filled half the board with algebra. Finding it hard to focus on my work I allow my mind to wonder. I thought of what I saw earlier, jealousy fleers up. 'tch, I need to stop overreacting. Its not like Tetsuro can be bewitched by one touch.' -That was no touch. She hugged him. In front of everyone. Hey, this is my former captain. She's always been like that! No, shes encroaching on your territory. I'm not a jealous person! ....Right? Oh great now I'm having a battle with myself.
he belongs to you.
it feels like I'm losing.
she'll take him away.
No. Don't. Give in. "Ow!" rubbing the sore spot I turn to glear in the direction it came from. My heart melted at the sight of Kuroo. His eyes directed my attention downwards where I find the crumbled piece of paper at my feet. I snatched it up. Unfrilling it I read: Are you alright, Hime-san? Your beautiful face is all tense and I thought that you're having another one of those 'bad' headaches.I quickly wrote a reply. Menoow~. Im just find . Question seven is bid of a challenge though. Checking that Mr.Sato isn't looking I placed the balled paper on the ground, then kicked it lightly. The paper rolled to an abrupt stop at Kuroo's feet. With a redeemed happiness I started my work with renew viger. But it isn't long before something brush pass my shoulder to softly land in my lap. Another crumbled note? This one said: This class is boring~ I wanna do something more fun. ;-) ;-)
my banana is lonely, will you keep it company?
Holding down a blush I somehow managed to scribble a decent reply.
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"All right, ready for one more?!" I nodded vigorously and got into position. Just as the ball is tossed into the air the most recent thorn on my mind walks into the gym. Time slowed down. I acted without thinking. About to receive the ball i turn my wrist just slightly. Bounce! The ball shot up into the air. For a second we all froze then reality caught up, we spring into action but it's too late. the ball came down like a hammer on Hashimoto's head. "Ow! That really hurt.""Hashimoto san! Are you all right?" As we gather around everyone gasped as a lump grows on her head. On the outside I was worried and felt a bit guilty. On the inside however, a small part of me smirked with satisfaction. "Uhm. But could you all tune it down a bit? You're giving me an earache.""S-sorry." Fumiko smiled in gratitude while I helped her up, fidgeting under her gaze all the while. The captain cut the moment short with a quick dismissal so that she can talk to Fumiko san alone. Moving at a slow pace I was able to hear some of their conversation. "What is it that you need?" "Oh right. Im going to a training camp next Friday....." ....................... "I should call Tetsu kun, find out if he wants to hang out?" Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring. No answer. Sigh. "Guess hes still at practice." For whatever reason couples choose this cafe , no time like the present to enjoy each others company, today. The air being heavy with romance I buried the dissappointment, opting to remain positive not to destroy the relaxing vibe. Eyes fixed on my increasingly unappealing milkshake. Getting upset by Kuroos absence just pointed to my lonesome, downhearted spirit. Its been little over a month since we became officially a 'couple.' We've grown closer but....I want more, we both want more out of this relationship. Just can't find the time. Kuroo has practice almost everyday now. Plus he can't slack off on school work. But when he is free those are the times that I'm busy. What a blessing, no volleyball practice tomorrow. I've got nothing to do tomorrow. For the first time I grabbed for my treat- someone's looking fixity at me!" My heart nearly burst my ribcage. " Lev when in hell did you get there?!" I whisper shouted. Drawing some annoyed looks from the other customers. It's his fault for scaring me. Back to normal the quizzical eye fell upond him. A puzzle piece drops into place. Levi? Practice? I pay for my drink then out the door I flew. Things went by in a blur. But I'm sure I almost knocked Lev's sister over barrelling through the exit. One shout interrupted my sprint. "Senpai! He already tock the train home." "I know." Why didn't he contact me? We could have taken the train together. A smile stole its way on my face since that's not important. I can finally. Turning around I gave Lev two thumbs up. " Thanks anyway." Ring, ring,ring. Ring, ring, ring. Still no answer. Ending the call I put my phone down. 'Is this going to be another loney night without your voice?' My homework never looked so inviting. Tch. Might as well. The following day. Train statiin. Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring. "( f/n) chan, you'll see him at school." Came Junko's voice from behind. "When you do be sure to give him a nasty piece of your mind." She squeezed my shoulder. I was reluctant yet I ended the call. Boarding the train I wonder why he's not answering. At a different train station. It's infuriating having to sit next to someone who wouldn't keep still. Kenma lets out long sigh for what must be the tenth time when his friend accidently hit him, resulting in his counsel slipping out of hands - again. The bleach blonde shot the stink eye at the culprit. His friend ignores this in favor of standing up to properly pat down his pockets. Previously he'd emptied them, its contents now sharing half the seat with Kenma. What more can those pants hide? Predicting another disturbance Kenma interrupts . "Lost your wallet again?" "That's not but shit, I forgot my phone." He drops back down on to the seat. A gloomy aura hanging over his head. After Tetsuro had explain phone situation Kenma dispassionately states, "So you lost the phone since yesterday but are now just looking for it?" Tetsuro looked scandalize. He hits the unpause button and continue the game. He knows exactly where the phone went missing. The victory jingle began playing. Kenma gives Kuroo a sly look; the train loses momentum. "Your phone, its probably by that girl's house. " A massive blush blew up on Tetsuro's face, eyes wide- he was modified. When you got to class you saw a chance to talk to your boyfriend. You teleported to the back of the room. "(L/)- san, come here for a moment please." It's Mr.Sato. Repressing a groan you halted your pursuit and when to the teacher. "Yes sensei?" "About the essay competition..." He began. Oh, this again. You can't help but care less for what he has to say. This is a small window of time that would be more appreciated if spend with him. Like metals your eyes kept being drawn to him. Mr. Sato's recommendation for improvement of the speech faded to background noise. In the counder of your eye you witnessed her cozying up to him again. It hurts; seeing how close they've become. "(l/)- san. (l/n)- san." " Sorry, could you repeat that?" ..................... "I still can't believe Kuroo left his phone at my house?" the love struck girl whispers. The inanimate object was held in the highest regard; being carried like a fragile priceless cargo. Ring, ring, ring! The noise disrupts her mushy musings. During the quick startle she abruptly ended it by accident. The caller ID glared back; HIME-KUN. Hands trembling you take the phone away. "d-did" an uncomfortable feeling squeeze your heart, "d-did he just hang up on me?" not watching your surroundings you walk right into someone. In a blink you starte to apologize, "sorry-" But as they turned to face you the rest of the sentence died. Smack! A body crashes into Fumiko from behind knocking her from her thoughts, the sudden lapse in focus almost caused her to drop the device. Foreseeing the damage that could have easily befall Kuroo's phone greatly upset her. She's quick to address the problem, a sharp reprimand laying on the tip of her tounge. To her shock the problem was you. She looks about ready to vomit. "(f/n)-chan?"
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Being equally shocked you two just stared at each other. Dumbfounded to be in each other's presence. The moment stretched on for an eternity as you were at a lost for how to proceed. Unprepared to confront the girl so soon. Everything that's happened so far had you on high alert. So you studied her. "Are you alright?" Fumiko spills , breaking the awkward moment. In truth she casually pointed out that your mouth had been hanging open the entire time. Your face heated up from embarrassment. "Oh sorry, I lost myself there- but I'm find now captain! My apologies for walking into you." "Um..." She cracks a playful smile. "You still refer to me as 'captain'?" "What?! I said that?!" You wanted to slap yourself for the lip-slip. You can be air - headed at times. 'But a part of me isn't ashamed of that admission. I look up to her. She'll always be captain to me.' "Well-ha,ha..haa..." What to say? You rake your brain for an explanation and still came up blank. How do you tell your idol that they're not trusted? Shifting weight from one foot to the next you shrug your shoulders: she understood right away that you had nothing else to say so this conversation was over. With a parting smile she starts to walk away, it's then that you notice something. Something she's clutching too tightly. Like she was trying to keep it from your view. Then your tongue just slipped. "That's a nice phone you've got, captain." Your tone heavy with suspicion. She frozed. Her voiced sounded forced, "It is not mine." She gravely admits. Adding fuel to the burning apprehension of her recent, dubious behavior. The puzzle unraveled, so simple yet too easy, just to reveal another. How did Fumiko come to have Tetsuro's phone? Your thumb started moving but so did Fumiko. You keep up with her ever increasing pace. The call connects. The ba - bump, ba - bump of your heartbeat ranging louder. You were ready to fight. And you would have. Brrrring! It occured in seconds, the halls had a flash flood of tan and black. The tide pushed you back and in the disruption the target got away.......................... The bell had just rang to announce the end of break period. Students poured into the classroom. Among them was you looking guite wary. Possessing a strange urge to smack a certain beauty. From where you stood it appears she just returned the phone to its rightful owner. Tetsuro thanked her. Your eyes narrowed in their direction. Feeling hateful eyes on her she flashes you a wicked smile before sitting down. Claiming the desk right beside Kuroo's. That taunt was ignored. You can't ponder on her recent actions now. The teacher is here. " Fumiko-kun, can I talk to you for a moment?" You said in a sugar coated voice. It was a demand. Said girl looked up, confused. It's now lunch break, she was about to offer your man food from her bento. Not.Under.Your.Watch. She glanced around. People are watching. "Sure." Wearing a plastic smile she agreed, albeit reluctantly. "Do you want to talk here?" My head tilts towards the door. "Oh.Okay." As she got up from her seat I leaned down to steal Kuroo's breath away. Two pairs of eyes widen with surprise. Whistles and howls rose up. Fumiko was taken aback. She quickly looked away. To anyone the red on her cheeks could be taken for embarrassment. But you know better. Fumiko was burning up with rage. Though the kiss was over you lingered over him just to spite her. Your lips a hair's width apart. You stared into his brown orbs. They were so warm and alive....and hungry. "Ahem." That brought you back. You pulled away completely then lightly took Fumiko's hand ; leading her out the room. Of course you blew Kuroo a kiss on the way out. Kai looked at his captain, "what was that all about?" he whispers, curious as a cat. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes so he answers overconfident. "Kai, when you get a girlfriend you'll understand." In girl's bathroom. " He will be mine." You were stupefied . Is she crazy?! "Are you declaring war?"
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17 days ago
"- his phone. What was she doing with Tetsu's phone ?! That snake..."
Junko just sat there absent- minded , not truly listening to her best friend's latest relationship woes. An exaggerated , boring monologue about Fumiko - the man stealer. Five minutes have now passed since she came into the purple room ; the moment her bottom touched the mattress all your pent - up frustrations exploded! Just like that your self - control snapped ! And your rolling back and forth across the bedroom blowing up a storm about Fumiko showing her true colors. Words of hurt , confusion, and anger poured from your lips in an endless stream . Try as she might there was no escaping this verbal onslaught of raw emotions. The never ending barking . Her hearing was at risk.
Chin nested in one hand, Junko asked in a tired voice, “How is this even relevant?”
Shocked , you stopped your rant and marched forward to gently grab her cheeks . Then you pulled, tugging her head this way and that . "Junko-chaaann~," you whined. Making a cute pouting face at her like some spoiled kid. " What are you thinking?! How can you not see the seriousness of this situation?" You looked into her gold-colored eyes searching for an answer. But Juuko had blocked you out and desperate for her feedback you started shaking her shoulders . With a gentle push you're shoved back. Junko got up and pins you with a chastising glare.
“(F/N)-chan, you’re overreacting. That girl’s no threat. Shucks. And here I thought you were gonna make good on that promise.” Junko reminded. Then stepped around you. 'So that's it? We're done? ! ' you thought upset. With a huff you flopped onto the bed , burnt out , then buried your head under a pillow. Persuading Junko to see your point is just too exhausting. In your mind the soccer captain is a threat. Yet still, you get her sour attitude . There was another matter to attend to. No doubt , Junko thought your urgent call was centered around that. But her panic is unfounded. You haven' t forgotten and you aren’t know for breaking your promises.
You peeked from under the pillow just in time to see her about to open the room door. Junko paused then looked back wearing a look of expectance. “That promise. I’m working on it.” you said. She nodded then left. Now Junko is a girl that rarely allowed her true emotions to surface, not even around you ; her best friend. During your junior days students called her 'the human machine ' and some still do. Guilt would weight on your heart whenever you secretly agreed with that name because as mean as that sounded it was a fitting descriptive. However, deep, deep within that cold shell Junko has a heart. You saw it in that moment she left, when you reaffirmed your promise only seconds ago. In that tiny window of time you were graced with a small , hopeful smile.
👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Dr.Hashimoto was a well respected surgeon known to be modest with most things. Today was extra hectic thanks to the accident that occurred at the construction site downtown. Demanding his time from the early morning up to now . The good doctor stood at the top of a steep set of stairs outside the hospital. He'd snuck out for a much needed respite to bask in the cool night breeze. It wouldn’t be long now until his assistant finds him. Deeply immersed in his musings the good surgeon was blissfully unaware of danger creeping up from behind. Quick and silent as a viper the shadow struck . Dr. Hashimoto tumbled down the concrete stairs.
Shohei took a step back in fear. What had he just witnessed ? Heart in his throat , adrenaline kicking in , he took off at a deadly pace in the opposite direction . In haste to get help he tripped over his own feet , but recovers quickly and pressed on.
The shadow froze. What was that sound? Had someone seen it? Doing a quick turnaround it glimpsed the silhouette disappearing around the corner. Quick as a jet the shadow flew after him. With the impact of a truck Shohei is taken down. But he broke the hold quite easily to escape. Shohei is surprisingly good at cutting corners to lose his pursuer, taking the chase through the chilly night into the park. On the other side of this park is a police station. He prayed who ever was after him didn't figure out his plan.
Shohei stopped , it felt surreal that he had shaken the pursuer off his tail so fast . The station was just a stones throw away now. Using the moment to recover oxygen while contemplating what to do next, his guard dropped. There, he gets tackle from behind.
The surprise attack hurt like mad - the hard ground beneath him , the heavy body above crushing him. Shohei might have been a bit dazed and his vision limited due to the parks poor lighting but of one thing he was certain - this attacker was not a man.
Wasting no time on second guessing the attacker bashed an object against his skull. Shohei blacked out.
The attacker got up, weapon in hand. This time it made certain to check the surrounding area for any potential witnesses. Looking left then right. No one. In the clear the attacker made its self scarce.
Along the route home the culprit got rid of the evidence. A heavy feeling in their chest. In a potted plant used to decorate the town the stone was buried there. With its red belly faced down, covered by soil, twigs and leaves. Never to see to light of day again.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The next day. “Have you heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Is it true?”
“Who could have done something so...?”
And there it is. The school is abuzz by loud whispers pitted with concern for a certain someone . You strode out from the crowded hallway into the classroom, head held high. 'Keep it together, (f/n),' you tell yourself. Ignoring all the hot gossip to focus on the task at hand. Now is not the time to be acting out of character. Mustering up courage your feet carried you towards the ring of students.
Fumiko was surrounded by sympathizers. It has been less than a minute , already Fumiko’s facet is slipping. While it touches her heart to experience just how deeply concerned her classmates are she'd rather some space at the moment to just breathe. That action alone can trigger her friends off: "what's wrong? Are you okay ?" But it’s their relentless sympathy - these innocent probing questions were becoming overwhelming by the second and Fumiko is sick of the it!
Suddenly, her classmates step back, opening a pathway directly to her. Fumiko looks and has to resist making a face as you approach. Your words of console were salt on her wounds. 'I'm sorry about your father .' Yeah right. Thought Fumiko bitterly. You must be jumping for joy inside. The brunette acknowledged your presence with a weak nod. As you walk off another girl steps forward to offer more words of comfort. By now, Fumiko's responses were manual. Just a front to please the crowd, there was nothing sincere about it. And she shouldn't care less if her smile was losing its charm or her remarks empty of warmth but she does. She’s at war with herself. Fighting to keep the emotions in tact.
From deep within your pit of suspicion for the soccer captain pity is born. Strange enough, you empathize with this girl. It’s painfully obvious that she just wants some privacy. However , your classmates aren’t keen on reading body language. Still standing with your back facing the group you call out to them, “Hey guys, I believe Fumiko-chan appreciates the support but don't you think she needs some space? Just a tiny bit ?”
"Aww. She’s right." Agreed one girl.
"Sorry Hashimoto-san!" Says another.
"We'll leave you alone." Apologizes one boy. And the group disperse.
Satisfied with the sounds of students taking their seats you grinned knowing your job was done. You sat down and soon drifted off in thought to a far off place, unaware that the lesson had begun. Back to that moment . No way could you have known he would show up . You didn't know it would be him . Soihei . It’s not his fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your resolve was steel and you did it anyhow. But your heart isn't made of ice. A sudden wave of regret washes over you. Turning the world black while you sink deeper and deeper in guilt. This is not like you. The innocent should never suffer for the guilty. Not Dr. Hashimoto. Not Shohei. So why! ? What made you snap? The heat of the moment has died off now leaving behind regret. You were slowly suffocating in it. 'What .....am I doing? '
Suddenly , you sat up straight. Quickly your mind is able to recall what startled you. A tap to the side of the neck had jutted you back to the present. “Are you alright,(L/N)-san?” came a soft voice from the left. First looking at the hand on your shoulder then at its owner's concern face you slowly shook your head. “No Kai-san. I’m not.”
Said boy quietly scooted his chair closer to yours.
“What’s the matter? You can tell me.” His lips upturned just a little bit, for reassurance.
'I can trust Kai, but I can’t tell him the horrible sin committed. ... Still there is something else that bugs me. ' You turned from Kei to stare at your lap and admitted, “ okay, this is going to sound cheesy so please don't laugh ... It seems Tetsu-kun and I are drifting apart. Feels like ... we live on totally different planets now! ”
" Sounds terrible. " From the teasing expression on his face you could tell he wasn't serious and it rubbed you the wrong way. Offended, you gave the wing spiker a sharp, mean glare. Kai simply ruffled your hair in a playful manner, wide smile back in place. “(L/N)-san be patient for a little longer. You know how important securing a spot to nationals is for us and I promise , once this training camp is over there will be time enough for you two to be alone with each other.“
Heartbeat accelerated by excitement you found renewed hope. Reminded of the reason you love this boy so much, well the whole Nekoma volleyball team as a hold . They are so refreshing! And the training camp that's coming up ...how could you have forgotten Nationals are right around the corner? Leaning forward so that your forehead was practically touching his you raise her left hand. Looked him straight in the eyes and declared , “Pinky promise me you'll keep those airheads in line. I wanna see this battle at the trash heap. I want my baby to go to nationals !”
He grinned a smile bright as the sun , then brought his hand level with yours.
“Pinky-ow!” Kai jerked his hand back to message his left temple.
“Opps. My bad~I just can ’t see the board between your foreheads.” You and Kei both look behind at him in wonder. It was a dry remark by Kuroo who sat slouching in his seat. A lazy grin on his face that did not reach his eyes . You both ask in unison,
"Kuroo, when did you get here?"
"Tetsu-kun! When did you get here? "
For an instance you swore he'd look down. Worried. But then you blink and its gone. Your boyfriend was smirking now. " I fell through the door then teleported here. " Kei gives him the ' are you serious right now' look.
" see this is what happens when your caught up in your own little world. You miss out on the excitement! "
"You meant your grand entrance or the fact that you snuck in here, right. " remarked Kei. He picked up the eraser. Holding it out for you all to see. “Was that really necessary to it throw it that has hard, Kuroo ?” Kai complains. Examining the pink eraser which had hit him.
"I can see the board clearly now, though. " was Kuroo's reply. Kei gave him a look. You decide to come to his defense. " Be fair Tetsu- kun. You did put a lot of force behind that throw. What if it'd hit me ?" He moved his gaze to you and rather than answer your question he simply winked, which in turn caused your cheeks to redden. But you can't look away now . Seeing where this was headed Kei rolled his eyes and said with a sigh. "You’re way too easy on him, (L/N )- san ." You pouted. How can he blame you when Kuroo’s eyes are just hypnotizing? They're both aware you have a weakness for beautiful eyes. You squirmed in your seat but refuse to loose this starting contest. Kuroo narrowed his eyes. Your eyes open wider. You weren't budging then he looked up and blink. You were about to pump your fist in the air in victory until you shivered with fright. Realizing the reason your boyfriend had blinked in the first place. You, Kuroo and Kei felt small all of a sudden. In a heartbeat the atmosphere had changed. Mr. Sato towered over his disruptive pupils tapping a ruler in his open palm. His displeasure all to evident.
👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Finally having some alone time I thought of my father's condition. So he has a slight concussion. Totally not life treatening. He’ll recover from this. It’s going to be fine. I don’t even know why I was worried in the first place? I have absolute faith that the police will find who’s responsible and make them pay.’ Fumiko Hashimoto secretly observed the interactions between (F/N), Kai and her beloved Kuroo. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. Kuroo was head over heels for (F/N). So painfully plain to see. He’s unaware of her feelings for him. She hates your ugly face , just a glimpse turns her stomach. Its mindboggling, how could he look at that face hours upon hours and not become sick ? The brunette looked away from the vexing scene. You , red from amusement, had just slipped a piece of paper under the desk to Kuroo the second Mr .Sato's back turned. Upon witnessing your petty show of affection the girl decided no longer would she be passive with her feelings. It’s high time for an aggressive, straight forward approach.
Brrring! The sharp ring of the bell signalled the end of class. Fumiko jumped to her feet. She has to act fast. As in now. Your days as Tetsurou' s girlfriend are numbered. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Lunch time
Splashing cold water on your face once more you stared back at the frighten girl in the mirror. Fighting to control her rapid breathing. There’s a rumor going around that Shohei Fukunaga was missing! And that concerns you, you’re the one who attacked him after all ! But it gets worst.
What can be worst than attacking a friend?Leaving them to die !
Now that was terrible of you and you can't face any of your friends in this state. However, its what the group of first years said after Shohei's missing that has you freaking out. " The police are being tight lipped about it but they believe there must be a connection between the missing kid and Fumiko's father being attacked." Those words sent a chill down your spine. Rats! Did someone see what happened?
School Cafeteria
“Shibayama! Shibayama-kun!” A boy with round grey eyes and dark hair turned around: searching thought the mass of hungry students for the owner of that voice. He found her standing before the exit. Wasting no time he sprinted over there, curious of what the soccer captain could possibly want.
Fumiko didn’t allow Shibayama time to speak, she simply thrust something into his hands. Baffled by her behavior the teen curiously looks down at it. A letter? He then turned his questioning eyes on her. “Just give that to (L/n)-san.” Seeing that he wasn’t moving irritated her. But she needed this done , so, swallowing the anger and pride she makes another attempt . The words are said slowly, " Kuroo-san really, really needs her to have this -" before she can finish the sentence he was off to find (L/N) -san. Happy to do her bidding.
Not long after, he found you inside an empty class room having lunch with Junko. He was so enthusiastic to deliver this letter that silly you never thought it strange for Kuroo to even write a letter in the first place. Besides, just the thought of meeting up under the grand cherry tree after so long got you excited.
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After school
Kuroo stood under the grand cherry tree whose beauty he can't bring himself to appreciate. Not when the rumors about Shohei are gnawing at his mind. No one has seen him since yesterday evening. Up to now he couldn’t get in contact with Shohei or his family. That made him uneasy. Couch Nekomata has called an urgent meeting and Kuroo prayed that the old man has some good news. The Nekoma captain shook his head and unfolds the paper he’d found on his desk . Now isn't the time for that. Rereading the letter once more should offer some piece of mind but it doesn't. A cherry left drifted down from the majestic tree. It reminded him that this particular spot has a special place in the both of your hearts.
He knows you are aware of the situation with Shohei. So it puzzles him that at a time like this ………... why would you want to meet here? That train of thought came to a sudden stop when he spots Fumiko waltzing towards him. Instantly, Kuroo was on guard. Call it instance for he just knew something bad was about to occur. The round face framed by long curly brown tresses held a shy smile while her green eyes with flecks of gold told a different story. They burned with the unmistakable attitude of a predator. And he was the prey. Having sensed the danger his feet moved back of its own will. Was he afraid?
“Kuroo-san.” greeted Fumiko . He took another step back. The way she spoke, how she said his name. Set his nerves on edge. Fumiko took one large step forward. Following him. Matching Kuroo step for step. Until she'd back him against the bark of the cherry tree . This was déjà vu with a dark twist. He’s seen this before. Right here. This exact spot. Is were you had confessed to him. But Fumiko planned to take that precious moment and twist it into a nightmare. Kuroo wasn’t blind to her many secret glances . She has a crush on him. A big one.
“I love you…and I want you to be mine.” He saw this coming, yet was totally unprepared when she just pulled him down and their lips met ! She smashed her mouth against his with passion and might to rage war on his emotions.
Kuroo stood still as Fumiko kissed him. Hands hanging limply at his sides. Shocked.
' How is she this strong? was his first thought. Then, 'Why am I allowing her to continue?' Kuroo saw nothing. Felt nothing. He was dumbfounded by Fumiko's outlandish actions. It could not have been more than three seconds but it felt an eternally for his senses to come back after bring scattered. The kiss is broken. Instantly, there was distance between Kuroo and Fumiko. In a blink the dilemma was over. He can think again .
“Tetsurooo? !” Cherry leaves shook with fear . A hoarse scream tore through Kuroo’s soul. Piercing his heart. Condemned Fumiko. Kuroo looked up. Pass Fumiko. Several feet away his angel stood frozen. Mouth open in disbelief. You had witnessed the kiss ! He need not guess what when through your mind. That broken expression said it all ; hot tears of betrayal made it all too clear. His bad feeling was correct. "(F/N), this is all an misunderstanding-" He tried to explain but you wouldn’t hear him out. No, you stormed away. Kuroo clinched his fist. Not again. This is what happened last time!
Before he when after you Fumiko had placed her hand on his shoulder. Stopping him. “I’m so sorry, Kuroo-san, but I do love you.” With that Fumiko fled. Time slowed as both girls are retreating in opposite directions. Kuroo was torn. In that moment of indecision his priorities felt conflicted . Which would be the right choice ? To go after you : the one hurting because of a simple misunderstanding , or , to pursue Fumiko : the reason for that misunderstanding . Kuroo took a deep breath then he was off. His choice will only solidify your conclusions but he'd made his decision. He chased after Fumiko .👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊
Fumiko Hashimoto must explain herself, her actions, her deceit . Why forge his Kittens handwriting? Why kiss him unexpectedly? Was this all a plan to weaken his relationship with you? The Fumiko he knows is a levelheaded woman of virtue who despised such shanagiens. What changed? She has some explaining to do. He wanted answers.
He was breaking school rules to obtain them. Sprinting after her while shouting through the hallway. "Oi! Hashimoto-chan stop! We need to talk." Every time he called for her to stop the girl simply increased her pace. But he was gaining. Quickly closing the distance between them. 'Just a little more' he thought. Until he's jerked back and Yamamoto's voice booms in his ear. “ Kuroo! Where are you going?"
Yamamoto just about yanked Kuroo' s shoulder out of place when he’d grabbed his arm. " We can't be late for this meeting!.” Reminded the ace then Yamamoto started pulling him back towards the club room. There was no resistance from Nekoma's captain. Forbearance covered him , fixedly watching the feeing figure that was Fumiko till no longer visible. Walking through the exit door Kuroo resigns himself to his fate and wondered how his day could get any worst. At the end of the hall you stared at his back perplexed. How can you believe his words anymore ?
'He chose Fumiko-san over me. ' A single tear rolled down your cheek. You were bitter with anger. ' Ha, I can’t believe I felt ...sorry for her. She’s going to pay. Dearly.
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Look up. Nothing but clear blue skies and sunshine. A typical day for the kids staring at each other across opposite sides of the gate separating their homes. One held a volleyball over his head. Grinning gleefully at his friend who had just stepped outside . Said friend made a sour face at him. Already knowing what he's going to suggest. "Hey Kenma – kun , let's play! " From her second story window the little girl has a clear view of the two boys , across the street below , playing volley ball. The taller one's hair was so messy she thinks it had never seen a comb. Well , at least he seemed enthused to be out side. His lanky limbs and small body overflowing with pure energy. Now that other kid - she just can't understand. He reminds her of her grandma's grumpy cat. Just tossing the dirty ball to his friend and looking so out of it. She props a hand under her chin, leaning further forward, " boys are so stupid. " she commented. " Everyday they play that same boring game ." But she doesn't look away. Too caught up in everything those boys did. For five months this has been her entertainment. A passive hobby. Bounce! Bounce! The soccer ball went up and down. Up and down. She maneuvered the ball with one foot then shifts it to other before its kicked at her colorful room door. The door rattled from the impact. Some sparkles fell to the flour. Quickly, the little girl got the ball to resume playing with it. Every now and then she'd peek out her window. Always curious of what those boys were up to. "Humph. They'll never be good enough to play at nationals." She sneered. Then she picked her ball up. Staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Now I am a champion. And one day I'll represent team Japan on the world stage! " She cheered. Pumping her tiny first in the air. Those were her father's words and the girl believed them with her entire being.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊Years later. ... Soothing. Refreshing. The memories came from nowhere. How ironic that back then you had not a clue what their names were ; they only existed outside your window . 'The two stupid kids that played volleyball every day. ' Now , years later , you've fallen deeply in love with one of the boys. Your only regret was not making a effort to befriend them all those years ago. Back then, you were just a very judgmental kid who didn't know any better. Plus, your family had moved out the neighborhood after just one year of residency. It wasn't until high school that you saw the boys again. And the memories start to playout once more. Those precious snippets in time rolling pass your mind’s eye like the urban scenery beyond the car window. First year at Nenoma high . You passed him in the hallway. 'Is that messy hair? ' you wondered for a moment. His blood red and pitch black uniform glaring. You shook your head in denial . 'Naw. I'm just imagining stuff. ' As you pondered on this he stopped then turned to look at you. " Do you need something? " he'd asked patiently . A lazy smile on his face. At first your heart stopped then exploded with emotion. Your mind went in overdrive. Can it be? “ Have ... have I seen you - oh never mind. " your confidence crashed. "Sorry. " you add before walking off. Unbeknownst to you Kuroo's eyes widened. Your black uniform with a blood red 7 had jutted his memory. Neither of you act on your suspicions. Second year at Nekoma high. You were now the center forward of the girls soccer team. Black Comet. A superstar! Win. Win again. Win some more. Keep winning. Victory! It was the focal point of your existence until one particular day the entire school was forced to attend some volleyball championship. You were least than pleased and had form a plan to fake a tummy ache so you could get out of there early. Then Nekoma stepped onto the court. That was the first volley ball match you ever sat thought. You were enchanted. Your body still tingle as you recall the moment Kuroo had pulled your heart strings . His presence on the court was dominating. Confident. Your heart clenched. You wanted him. So. Bad. Since that day you've had a massive crush on Tetsuro Kuroo that refused to die out. Third / current year at Nekoma high. Valentine. You had decided to put your heart on the line: you confessed your undying love to him. Okay, you like more demanded his affections then there was a little misunderstanding so you quit soccer and joined the volleyball team but it all worked out in the end!👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The memory made you grin . You lean back in contentment, closing your eyes. Your destination was not far. Three minutes more to go and you will be there. The car moved smoothly along the street taking you further and further away from the drama - that is , Fumiko's kiss with Kuroo. Nope. Not thinking about it. When school let out your mom had been waiting in her car. Today, you two were going on a shopping spree . A girls day out to strengthen that mother - daughter bond. Each month was something new. Your sweet mother had implemented this tradition of spending time with each other once a month when you had hit puberty and suddenly though she was uncool. At the present time, you look forward to such occasions. Anticipating what strange idea your mother would try next. Before you came out the building you could not think straight, thoughts muddled by confusion but now the prospect of visiting the mall had pierced through those dark clouds like the first rays of sunshine . Your heavy heart lifted. You could breathe easier. Using the back of your hand you hasty rub at your eyes , erasing the last remnants that you had ever been crying and assumed a more normal disposition . You had given your mother a big smile and got inside the vehicle. ...... In a clothing store "Do you like this one?" Your mother held the garment up for your inspection. While you found the dove grey rose pattern cute it's a little short. "Naw. Something longer. With buttons. " Your mother nodded and replaced the dress on the hanger. She pulled out a long sleeved , white dress then started running her hand down its length feeling for quality. She was satisfied and squealed with delight "Ooh. This one for sure (f/n)-chan ! " You cringed. When she saw your skeptical look her smile dropped. Placing one hand akimbo she asks, peeved. "What's wrong now? It's a decent length plus it has these lovely glass buttons down its front and on the cuffs here. .. " Demonstrating her point your mom held one sleeve arm out stretched. The garment slightly tilted upwards. Glass buttons glinted under the fluorescent lighting. You half smiled, "well.. .what's that suppose to be? A dress or a shirt ?" You say sweetly . Now picking at your nails. " All I can tell is it looks like a doctor's coat. " Your mother gasps at your opinion. "You know what? You are just too difficult!" "Mommmm! !!" " Nope, I'm not hearing you. " she turns her back on you. "Oh come on, " You exclaimed. She can be such a baby at times . "Fine then, those buttons are really cute but it still looks like a doctor's coat! Seriously. " "Doctor? " your mother repeats, still not looking at you. You bob your head, "...yeah. " But she surprised you by slapping her forehead. You frown. " I forgot to tell you, there was a incident at the hospital involving Dr. Hashimoto. " Now she faces you. " Someone pushed him down a flight of stairs. Hit his head real bad. " To indicate this she made a fist and bobs it on her skull. By now you didn't trust your self to speak. Stiffly, you began shifting thought clothes, but your mind was far away and your mother could see this much. "(F/n)-chan you didn't happen to see anyone or anything suspicious while at the hospital visiting your father yesterday ?" No answer. “(F/n)-chan.” This time you jerked back and stare at her wide eyed. "Huh. You said something?! " the rate of your heart was beyond accelerated. Jumping out of your chest. Frowning, your mother began to make cautious steps for you. "Sweetheart, are you alright. ..? " ‘Oh dear! ' you thought. 'Mom, thinks I'm acting strange! What should I do? ' You forced your feet down from jumping away when her small hand rested on your shoulder. She searched your eyes. Questioning. With a stiff smile you put those fears to rest by asking , " Is Dr. Hashimoto is going to be fine? " Her large eyes brighten up. It seemed she had realized something. She pulled you in for a side hug. Placed her chin on your head then say reassuringly, "Don't worry ‘bout that too much, sweetie . The police are handling this situation. In fact, your father told me they found some leads and a face. Why, I know this case will be solved soon!" Weak, you broke away from the embrace. "I need to use the bathroom. " "Alright, I'm starving anyhow so meet me by the food court when you’re done, sweetheart. " You were out the store before she had even finished speaking and cut a path through the herd of shoppers straight for the restroom. 'I'm running my blood pressure high today thanks to this generous helping of stress I can’t seem to outrun. It’s all that man - sealers doings. If she hadn't...if she hadn't. .." "If who hadn't, (f /n) - chan?" That voice. You hands were fists. Your eyes narrowed. You bit your bottom lip. Speak of the devil and she appears. Blocking your path stood a teen in dark sweat pants and a matching tank top. She held a pink shopping bag in one hand and a larger bag containing sports related stuff in the other . You glared into hostile hazel eyes. Fumiko. "I once respected you, senpai. " Wait, what did you just say? Fumiko looked as shocked as you felt. Not expecting that as much as you were surprised at yourself for the slip up. Again. But, she'd recover her stern face and replied, " well I once trusted you, Bestie. Besides, I saw him first. " "If I had known.." You start. A sense of guilt creeping over your heart. "You still would have pursued him! Never reading the signs around you. Just like soccer !" Fumiko was fuming. At last, the time has come to relieve herself of this burden carried for years. " You never played as a team with us. It’s just got to be you in the spotlight. If that causes the team the championship - so what? ! If it ruined our friendship- so. What? As long as you get to be the star. " "I'm not like that anymore! It was you who called me out on it." Fumiko roll her eyes. Done with the pass. She remind you of the reason she had stopped to speak with you to begin with . Your very presence got nauseating. "You didn't answer my earlier question. " " Shouldn't it be obvious, senpai ?" You snap. Sick of her bossy attitude. Deep inside, however, you were scared. A trip down memory lean can lead to nothing good. With fake confidence you lifted up your chin and placed your hand on your hips. "The answer. To your question. Is You. I was talking about you, sen - Fumiko. You. " Affronted, Fumiko balled in her lips. " Well, I'm free to love who I choose ! " Your eyes widen in indignation. But Fumiko isn't done. If any , your current state empowered her. " Humph! Kuroo-kun really thinks you're something's special . But I'm gonna expose the selfish person you are!” She declared. You took a step forward. " That’s not fear, Fumiko. It’s my place to tell him about my pass." You cry in defense. Your eyes were filling with tears on the verge of falling. "...You have no right." Hearing your plead Fumiko got a smug look about her and she eyed you. "All's fear in live and war' ain't that what you told me to justify your selfish actions back then!? " Hearing those words all the fight left you . Ashamed. Your shoulders drooped. Your head hung down. There's a self - righteous air about Fumiko now . The soccer captain adjusted her grip on her shopping bags and checked her expensive watch for the time. Then she smirks at you. "We were only children Fumiko. We were all wrong. It was a long time ago. Can't we leave the past behind? " Slowly, you raise your head. "We were friends - best friends- once. " Something flash across her face at that and you dear to hope that you had finally reached out to her. However, she squared her shoulder. Harden her green eyes. When she spoke it was disdain. "Yeah, we were. " She walked of on that statement. But you can't let her leave just yet. "Fumiko, wait!" The soccer captain stops with no intention of turning so you got straight to it before she also decide not to hear you out. "The kiss. Did you........ plan it? " It seemed a long time before she answered. All the while you shifted from one foot to the next. Uneasy. "Ask Kuroo-san how he felt? " That told you nothing! There's so many things you want to get of your chest except this time you don't stop the girl. You save your troubles for another day. Instead, you head for the food court. No need to give your worrywart mother a reason to panic. That night you did not take any of Kuroo's phone calls.The next day "Now, I'm going to call out the groups. When your name is called seek out your partner. " Mr. Sato instructed from the front of the class. He was leaning on his desk. Sharp eyes seeing everything. " That will be your seat for the next two weeks. If there is any questions speak with me after class. Let's start; Hayashi and Mori. Ito and Kei. Hashimoto and Kuroo. Aizen and Yukimura. " What witchcraft was this you thought. Your once silent classroom was suddenly filled with ruckus. Chairs dragged along the tile. Bodies bumped into each other. Students were all over the classroom excitedly searching for their partners . You, however, were still seated. Mr. Sato hadn’t call your name yet and you felt cheated. Of all people to be partnered up with Kuroo it just has to be that green - eyed snake! Fumiko literally hopped out her seat. A giant grin on her face. Eager to be around Kuroo she past right by you as if you were a floor tile. Kuroo had also gotten out of his seat with the intention of sitting by Fumiko but then spots her right upon him. He smiled. "Since you're already here. .." he gestured to Mori’s now vacant seat beside his desk. "Sure." She chirped. Too happy for your liking Fumiko took it and began chatting up with Kuroo like they were old friends. Your mouth fell open. Now you know that your boyfriend is a nice guy. Accommodating. Despite what you believed happen yesterday he won't shun Fumiko. But you never could have guess that he'd butter up to her so quickly! This can't be right. You were off the chair , half sitting half standing , at this point. "( l/n) and Yaku. Lee and Ueda " Mr. Sato was still calling names but you can't stop looking behind at them. Something was fishy. You got up with fire in your eyes. You needed answers. It's odd how Kuroo and Fumiko are sitting right behind you yet you can't make out what they are saying? Their chatter dies down for you now stood before his desk. Kuroo looks at you, there was this glow about him. " Do you need something , Kitten ?" Fumiko leaned into him and beams up at you. She could be bleeding all over him at the moment and you won't bat an eye because Kuroo was your sole focus so you addressed him. A hard edge in your voice. " We need to talk . " "Right now?" Kuroo asks. He glanced around and breaks out in a nervous sweat. You are the only student standing. " (F/N)-chan, let's talk about it after class. " warned Kuroo. "Mr. Sato is looking this way and he's got that big textbook out. He's ready to start the lesson . " You slap your hands down on the desk. The entire class including Mr. Sato flinched. "I can't take any more! Are you dating her? " "What? - No. " "I don't believe you." " (F/N)-chan, we're group partners." Kuroo explained long-sufferingly. "She's controlling you. That must be it?" You snap your fingers. It all made sense in your mind. Smiling like a maniac you glowered at the flee on his arm. " Fumiko, you're a witch. " "Excuse me! " Fumiko cries in outrage at your accusation. Kuroo's face mirrored hers. " Now your being ridiculous." Stated Kuroo. "So suddenly I'm not good enough that you'd defend this. .. this witch?!" You shook a finger at Fumiko. Your boyfriend sigh and you heard him murmur " difficult " to himself then stare you down. You could see his patience was at its end. "I never said that. Just leave her out of... whatever this is. Please. " begged Kuroo. Eyes darting from your face to behind you then back. " Kuroo-kun, she has you trapped. She controlling you. " You say. Giving him a meaningful stare, puppy eyes stressing for him to see your point. One of his eyebrows slowly lifted. Oh, you did not like that look. "What's come over you?" Kuroo looked confused. He didn't recognize you. Them that snake Fumiko buds in. "(F/N)-chan, just tell me how you really feel. " You smile wickedly. " Here's what I think of you, witch ! " You roll your tongue around in your mouth. Working up the saliva then Fumiko's eyes widen. You're about to spit on her! " (F/N) (L/N) enough ! Sit by your partner. If you want some teenage romance drama do it on your own time . Not in my class." Scolded the teacher. Mr. Sato straightened up his neck tie then sneered at you. " For a senpai you disappoint me. "👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Apologize ? How can you do that when you're incapable of speech at this time. When the teacher had called you out you remember where you were. It not just you, Kuroo and Fumiko anymore. The entire class just witnessed your outburst and total humiliation in one setting. The silence was loud. Condemning. After receiving that tongue lashing from Mr. Sato you swallowed your saliva in fright. You felt naked. And stupid. Impatient, Mr. Sato started to drum his fingers on the desk. You walk faster. Your weak legs won't move quick enough. Punishing you for having to walk from the very back of the class. Why did Yaku have to sit at the very front? Then came the rude snickers from kids that hated you as you pass by. Mr. Sato doesn’t hush them. Quiet amusement danced behind his slanted orbs. But you sense that the majority of the class felt sorry for you. At last, you reach the front row. You took the only available desk; your new seat. In your peripheral you saw that Yaku wanted to say something but can't decide how to start or if he should even speak at all. You make the decision for him. You turned your head away. You can't face him. You can't face anyone. The ring of the bell was your cue to up and leave. In your haste to escape you forgot to take your part of the group project. You're out the door first. " (F/N)-chan , wait up! " It was Kuroo. " What's the rush , Kitten? You wanted to talk, remember. " Hearing his sweet voice you have to suppress a smile. He's trying to break the tension but then you recall why you needed to escape. Anger flares up. Shouldn't he be by his Fumiko?! You won't give into his charm that easily. " Don't talk to me. " You say haughtily and walk off but Kuroo just smirked. Not dismayed. "How long can you hold out, Kitten? " You rush away.
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A fortnight agoAfter school ... "(L/N)-san , give me twenty diving receives! That's your punishment for having missed practice four days in a row! " Bellowed couch Yumi as you entered the gym. Mao, the team captain, gave you an encouraging smile, "hang in there (F/N)-chan . This will only make you stronger." teased the girl. She patted you on the back twice then took off at a jog to join up with the rest of her volleyball team over on the court. You glared at the floor. Miserable. " Argh. Can’t a lady get a break around here? "You muttered under your breath , fanning the flames of self- pity. These pass few days have be aggravating , steadily eating away at your patience until finally today - that restraint broke. Burning jealousy had erupted then crashed down like an avalanche of chaos! Fumiko has added the single feather, instantly collapsing the barrier that kept your anger under control. Oh how you yearn to scream but didn't. Nevertheless, you began your punishment. After what seemed to be an eternity of sliding against the hard gym floor, muscles aching beneath your sweat soaked uniform, you were finished with the harsh punishment. Mao grinned when she realizes that you are done , eager for you to join the current practice the captain was about to call someone off the court only to notice the team's libero sneaking out. Filled with disbelief Mao just stared at first. What was (F/N)-chan thinking? Suddenly she cupped her hands around her mouth and hollered. "(F /N)-chan , where are you running off to now ?! " " Sorry, Mao-chan . Meeting. Student council. Have to go! From the bench couch Yumi narrowed her eyes. She said nothing but she was concerned for the promising libero's emotional health .👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You panted, sweaty and worn out as you walked down the quiet hallway. Straight pass the meeting room labeled student council. Raised voices filtered out from behind the closed door . ‘Must be a heated argument . Anko - chan and Yagito–chan are at each other’s throats again. ' You kept moving. Out the school building. Through the gates and into the open city. You were a walking zombie.‘Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.’ Havelock Ellis Slight breeze was present on this warm , carefree day. You kept walking. A joyful feeling seem to be drifting in the atmosphere. The streets were alive with easy chatter and merriment. You kept walking. So many smiling faces. Blissfully ignorant of the grenade in their immediate environment. With a vacant expression you moved ahead pushed along by the force of commuters , you were a grey blob in the mist of vivid colors. Monotone passing through excitement .You kept walking. Couples all around gave off this weird sensation. Caught up in the euphoria of ‘being in love.’ You felt odd. Isolated. You stop walking to look up. The sky was a clear, pale blue free of ugly clouds . If you flew that high would those depressing thoughts reach you? Right this minute you should be attending a very important council meeting , however, securing some time to yourself held sway over the decision to ditch your duty. Not taking the train in favor of footing out a journey that requires an hour to complete. Walking home was the initial plan. Your feet began moving once more. You had to get your feelings organized. Emotions flickering from anger to depression to envy then back to anger. It hurt just to think. Your mind was total confusion. A battle field of emotions. Sixty minutes of walking? You needed all that time and more to think. Analyze. So that’s just what you did. Plopping your lazy butt down on a vacant bench outside a store you went into a deep trance. Dissecting everything that occurred since Kuroo's phone when missing over a weeks ago to the classroom debacle this evening. To uncover the true motives of this hailstorm. The hint. A clue. What's really driving this string of evens ; the sting that pushed Fumiko into action? That snake kissed him! She was bold enough to put her dirty lips on your most precious treasure. Your better half. Then has the guts to confess her undying love for him while apologizing! All the while aware that Kuroo was your boyfriend. How dare she? 'But in the end - he pursued her. Not me. Had defended her. And how dare he look at me that way. Like ... like I was deranged. Maybe, he’s been covertly dating Fumiko all this time .' You imagine them together. A burning rage sets off inside you. Slowly consuming your rational thinking. Silenced your conscience. Reasoning became obscured. Nonexistent. Your breathing increased along with the painful bitterness filling your heart. So that’s where you placed your trembling hand. You took a breath. Held it for a count of ten. Then, as if someone had flipped the switch you began shaking from mirth , grinning with pure excitement. "Haha. Hahaha, Fumiko, you reeealy are right. I am a selfish person and I just can't let you have him. " A middle age man quicken his peace when he saw your sinister grin and overheard your quick nonsensical mutterings. Seemingly losing your wits for none was there but you on the bench. You were talking to yourself !! However, the fear on his face was lost to you. In fact, the entire area seemed dim. You carried on with the quiet monologue. Counselling yourself. "Of course he when after Fumiko, she had needed to explain herself and what a superb job she did. " you sneered. Then placed your elbows on your knees, clamped your hands together and fixed your chin over them. "Whatever love charm she had placed my boyfriend under must be broken. She made me humiliate myself in front of Tetsu-kun, Mr. Sato, ....the entire class. I know what I must do now.. .." Hide him . Hide him away where she can never get to him. Protect him. Even if he hates you for it you can not allow that snake to ruin his life! “(L/N)–san.” Your body froze. You recognized that calm voice. “Is it fine if I sit with you for awhile?” Keeping your eyes on your lap you choked out a 'yes' that you expect sounded fine and didn’t betray your true state. Also, in back of your mind , you hoped you don’t sink too bad. Oh how you now regret not taking a shower instead of just rushing out of practice in your super sweaty uniform. You didn't want to offend anyone with your unpleasant odor. The person dropped right beside you. Immediately, you scooted away just to have your heart leap in your throat when you brushed against something soft. You were quick to back up so that you now sat in the center. Tentatively, you looked up. Yaku was strolling through his phone so paid your jumpy behavior no mind. He sat confidently on one end of the bench. A quick glance in the other direction shows Kai to be occupying the left side of the bench. They were all in their school uniforms. 'Just two boys? Great, I handle this.’ You started to relax. “Senpai, heyyy!” Until you heard Lev’s voice. Right in front of you. You became hyper aware of him. He stood towering so close it made you fidget in unease. Next, you spot Yamamoto about to sit between Kai and you. That space was small. He’d be squashed. He would smell you! Panicking, you flung your arms out wildly, "nononono you can't sit there! " Surprised, Yamamoto moved away with a wounded look, "you don't want me near you? " He tried to cover up his hurt by a nonchalant follow up, "its fine. I don't mind standing. " Lev laughed at the dejected ace which almost causes you snap at him to shut his mouth. Almost. The half Russian had already wedged himself between Yaku and you and then you lost it. "What? Lev, noooo. You can't sit there either! Mooooove. " You urged. Vainly pushing him but the kid just won't budge. The look on Lev's face instantly made you regret your actions. Confused, he gaped at you. "Huh? Am I not your favorite anymore, senpai?" Guilt-ridden, you wanted to hug him. This misunderstanding has gone on long enough so you blurt out. "I stink okay!! " The world feel silent. Passersby pause to gawk at you all. Thoroughly scandalized your face drained of color as you try to hide your embarrassment behind your hands. Why can't the ground just swallow you already ? Disappearing seems so much better. Mine while, the boys were all petrified. What do they say to something like that? ! Before your mind can cook up more crap Lev invaded your personal space only to sniff at you. What on earth? You tensed up. He leaned back just a inch and grinned. "You don't smell bad, Senpai.” Then his pale brows furrow in wonder. “Honestly, I can't smell any sent on you at all...” The boy's serious face caught you all of guard and on cue a chorus of soft chuckles rang out. Lev had gotten up then stood there with his hands on his hips looking lost on what was so funny. All he got was more chuckles. He sat back down. Sure his actions were unexpected but typical and it had cut through the gloom. It took your mind of the drama for the moment. But you won't be able to hold the facade up for long. All this time Lev had been observing you. Reading your ever shifting facial expressions. There was a reason they had decided to just chill with you. Even when his upperclassmen refused to tell the reason why Kuroo yelled more than usual at practice, talk had reached his ears. First year girls especially loved to gossip. Apparently, there was some spat you had with a girl called Hashimoto in the middle of class today. The teacher had to intervene. His belly did summersaults at the mere thought that his precious senpai was upset. So he had to know and therefore asked despite Yaku's and Kai's disapproval, "senpai, are you really alright ?" You sigh in defeat, bothered that the mask had been seen through. "I’m find Lev-kun." you squeeze one of his large hands. " Shouldn’t you boys be at practice now? Or are you skipping out like me? That's so unusual of you guys." Lev brought out a can of soda and opened it. That refreshing snap was music to your ears. " Practice has been over for some time now. Kuroo worked us extra hard today." He replied before taking a sip of his drink . “Man, my muscles are still aching.” You stared up at the sky. He was right. The sun had basically gone night - night. So you have been warming this bench for a while. Absent minded, you wiped at a stray tear that had no reason leaving your tear duck. Yaku and Kei exchanged glances . You aren't airheaded enough to miss the apprehensive looks that had passed between the two boys. " So why are you guys really here then ?" You never intended to sound so bitter but at that moment you couldn’t really care. Your mind wondered to the day your grandmother died. November 7th was the darkest day of your life. So deep in the memories were you that you missed their response. Your uncle was a cruel man for convincing your parents to withhold such urgent news while you took your exams. Granny Nana was dead for three days before anyone bothered to inform you about her passing. You had put your all to ace those exams because you wanted to make her proud. You could have spent those last moments with her, instead you were confined to an examination room. Well, uncle Sato is still a cruel man who now teaches at your high school. People like him; ones that only take and take, are despicable . Utter trash. He's robbed you of the chance to say goodbye and now Fumiko comes along determined to steal your boyfriend away! You despise those sort of folks who never play fear. It’s hard to believe that Fumiko and you were close friends – best friends at one point. A history that started before the two of you even became team mates. Coming to your senses you found yourself wrapped in a warm cocoon, weeping silently onto Kai’s shoulders. The vice captain was patting your back. It was soothing yet felt awkward somehow. Oh boy, how to explain this? Shyly, you peered up at him and found that his face mirrors your embarrassment. Then as if the boy had become engulfed in flames you unwrap your arms from around his waist quite fast and backed up. Kai visibly relaxed. "Thanks.. " You murmur sheepishly, hugging yourself for warmth as you gazed at the busy streets. The chill of evening had started to creep up and around your exposed limps. Goosebumps covered your legs and arms. " Please forgive me Kai-san. We ladies are at times complicated , emotionally unstable beings." You joked. Breaking the silence. Kai hummed 'true.’ Yamamoto was quick to agree however his haughty laughter dies as a band of chatty girls approach. Transforming his posture into his version of an attractive guy, Nekoma's ace leaned against the bench in an attempt to play it cool. You all watch anxious to see what happens next. Nothing. His efforts were for not as the young ladies never took notice of Yamamoto's existence. You bit your bottom lip to keep a grin from appearing. Yamamoto might as well had laid down on the sidewalk as their human rug so they could actually walk over him. The click clack of their heels becoming fainter and fainter by the second. While Yaku double over in laugher , finding Yamamoto's embarrassment hilarious you barely caught wind of what Lev just muttered. Something about Kuroo not being boyfriend material? Incredulous, Kai stared doubtfully over at the first year. Yaku placed a heavy hand on Lev's shoulder, voice leaking of ridicule, " and you can be a better boyfriend?" "Well yeah!" Defended the half Russian. He wanted to see his senpai smile again. Her true, breathtaking grin. Where her eyes would crinkle in joy, her cheeks were more pronounced and she glowed brighter than the sun. The phone almost dropped but Yaku held tight at the last moment as he was dumbfounded by the kid’s honest conviction. You studied Lev's face as well. His pale cheeks held a rosy hue. " Lev–kun." you called quietly. “Don't tell me you have a crush on your captain's girlfriend? Little old me? " Now his entire face was burning up and you can’t help but to giggle. He can be real sweet without effort. You got up. Your favorite kohai rose with you. " (L/N)- senpai, you are not fine. " he stated and blocked your path. Here , the half Russian peered down at you exasperated. Hunched over, it allows you to place a small , gentle hand on his cheek. You smiled sadly. "You're right, but I'll be okay. In time. Promise." Despite the reassurance he wasn't convinced. " If it makes you feel any better senpai, Fukunaga has been found. Coach Nekomata told us at practice. " Displeased groans followed Lev's admission. Yamamoto smacked a hand to his face. " We're not supposed to say anything. " This time Yaku had dropped his phone and looked ready to pummel Lev to a pulp. Steam was coming out of his ears while Kai looked to have aged by ten years. Releasing a tired sigh Kai stared despondently at Lev who was solely focused on your face. The tension he’s initiated just rolled of his back. Your jaw strained to drop yet your month won’t completely close. So in the end it looked as if you were singing ohhh but no sounds came out. Lev’s eyes brighten. " See, she’s smiling!!"" You idiot, she’s in shock!" Chastised Yaku. He then punched Lev on the head. Hard. Finally, you manage to close your mouth. Took a deep, deep breath."...I can keep a secret." The promise tumble from your quivering lips. You had started to inch away. Finding a sudden need to escape. "Well, it was nice being in you're company but I'll-" the words die in your throat as Kai and Yaku got up to stand by Lev . Yamamoto slung one arm over you, “now, will you let us walk you home? “ “That won’t…” you start to decline the offer when Kai looked pleadingly at you. Your resolve crumbled to dust. Reluctantly , you agreed to it.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Forty-five minutes later the boys had escorted you home safely and you bid them all a safe journey. The keys jingled as you tossed them up after having slipped them out from under a flower pot. You were about to open the door when you heard the rapid thumping of feet on concrete and heard someone yell, "hold on a sec! " You spun around. Yaku stood there panting while rummaging inside his bag. In no time he produces a folded sheet of paper. From this distance, thanks to lighting, you spotted purple stars dotted the sheet. A proud smile appears on his face as he handed the paper over, "here." It was your question sheet. You hugged it to your chest , thanking him a million times. You were so grateful. Rolling with the flow Yaku just shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. He zipped up his backpack then slipped it on. "Yeah, you left it behind in class. Then it slip my mind , I was supposed to give it to you earlier. Well, see you at school tomorrow, (F/N)-chan. " You waved at each other then he was gone. Shutting the door you toed off your shoes then jogged up the stairs. At last, inside your room you're able to unwind. Laying across the bed on your back you a look up at the ceiling. Thinking.Fumiko. "Ask Kuroo how he felt. " Those words...are there truth within them? Had he invited you out there, aware of the significance of that particular spot, only to show where his real feelings lay? To kiss her out in the open like that? Your chest squeezed with each inhale. A heavy weight pressing down on your heart. The past seems to be nipping at your heels. Revenge. She got you good. Payback tasted so awful. " The nerve of that man! How can he do this to you? “"Honey, what is done is done. -""No, there must be something we can do against this! " Hearings your parents raised voices broke through your musings. The clock read 7:14pm. Your father is never home this early. Concerned, you bolted out the room. 'They must think I'm still out to have an argument so openly.' You figured. Soon your climbing down stairs. And the talking stops. "Dad. Mom. What's going on?" They share a look, challenging each other. Then your mother narrows her eyes . "Tell her. " You father pouted at his wife in defeat before looking at you. "Fine. I lost my job today. ""Why? " He stared at the floor and clinched his fist . Your heart broke for him. Your father looked ashamed as he admitted with great difficulty, "I was told that they are down sizing." "But I read in the newspaper just the other day how that hospital is dreadfully understaffed!" Looking just as lost as you felt the man known as your rock simply shrugged, defeated. He patted your shoulder on his way past, up the stairs. Your mom kissed both your cheeks saying , "don't worry about it, sweetheart." After which she vanished up the stairs as well and you are left standing there.
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Later that night. It was little after nine when you slipped out the house silent as death. Easily playing the part of being another night wanderer dressed in dark sweatpants , the cap of your black hoodie up. Veiling your identity. After one final glance back at the house you strolled out into the slumbering neighborhood. Sometime later, in a different neighborhood, you stood on the property before a familiar home that held some of the fondest memories of your childhood , however brief that time was. Except for those small solar lamps flanking the foot of the walkway and the few mounted onto the front gate the place was shrouded in darkness. You inhale the chilly air in preparation, stuffed your hands into the hoodie pocket then moved determinedly for the front door. Halfway there you chanced a look over the gate at the next home. A light was on upstairs. Your heart filled with longing and your steps faltered. But then the orange glow shuts off. "He's gone to bed." the words sounded harsh to your own ears. Turning your head away took great force of will not to leap over the stone gate , bang on his door and embrace him ; end this mental turmoil but you can't . She would win if you did that. Furthermore, "the wind is turning in my favor. I must believe it. " you muttered resolutely and quicken your pace. Giving your full concentration to the task at hand. Excitement flooded your veins. You can't believe your doing this. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 ..................... He felt the disturbance rather than saw it twisting his door knob. After a painful heartbeat the only shield keeping out whatever was trying to get in creaked. Kenma shut his eyes against the bright light that floods his room for an instant before it became dark once more. "Kenmmmaaa. ..kenmmmaaa. ..." purrs a voice from the shadows. Goosebumps rose all over him. Kenma shivered beneath the sheet and held his breath. While his hand had snaked under the bed feeling for the weapon. Soft footfalls neared, he still hadn't grasp the dreaded thing. By then the movement stopped inches from him. Right at the side of the bed it waited. The bed gave a dip then suddenly scratching hands were upon his form, moving swiftly but lightly across his body ; under the neck, behind the ear, his arms and his sensitive belly. He was being tickled ! Startled, the boy sprung out of bed. Landed on the ground and scrambled for the table. For the lamp. Click! Immediately, the room was bathed in light revealing a dark figure chuckling. " fufufu, you were so scared. S-sorry but I -ha..I couldn't resist! " (F /N ) hugged her tummy, willing the giggles away. After she calmed down some she pushed the jacket hood back and asked worriedly , "Kemma-kun, are you hurt? I hope not. " Kenma stared at her across the bed utterly stumped. Soon confusion overcame his stupor and his golden eyes furrowed in contemplation before he settled on it being a tasteless prank. If it was done on Kuroo's whim he would be furious. One look at his senpai's concern face the entire thought was dismissed as ludicrous. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing nerves, he crawled the short distance and hauled himself back on to the bed. No, there must be a good reason behind her sudden appearance in the dead of night. Still, he was irritated at her poorly timed visit and sat up groggily . The iron bat choose this moment to roll out from beneath the bed and bumps into (F/N)'s feet. "Kenma, was that a bat? Were you going to attack me?" she asked perturbed. (F/N) rose up , collected the bat and leaned it by his drawer. When she came back she remained standing with her hands on her hip. Stalling. Ignoring the question the boy asked one of his own. "(F/n), why are you here ? " Nerves blew away her concern and amusement. Now her beautiful eyes were wide open as she fumbled over words , "haha, well.. .I would have called you. ..umm. ...but . ...I lost your number." "Kuroo -" "Nope. We're not talking right now. " she cuts him off. Still upset about something and it clicks then in Kenma's foggy mind that Kuroo had not been himself at practice today. In fact, his friend was oddly distracted plus irritable. Finding fault in everyone. Kenma was the sort to stick his nose in a game for hours rather than listen to gossip. The fervent whispered conversation between Kai and Yaku he blatantly ignored as training with Lev had worn him out. "Why not Kai or Yaku? You could have gotten it from any of the third years. You're pretty close to them. " he pointed out. (F/N ) squirmed on the spot. The idea never crossed her mind. Studying her feet (F /N ) admits her oversight, voice leaden by shame and frustration. "I got so worked up about coming through on this promise that I just. Forgot! This well certainly be one problem less to solve. " His toes twiddled under the cover, out of her sight. Okay, he was slightly curious now. However, the fluffy pillow was too soothing. He gazed drowsily at nothing. Eyelids on the verge of shutting. Sleep. It was all Kenma wanted. While he fought to stay awake her eyes were now trained on him. Some determined plot burning within them . Kenma can't hold this conversation any longer. "What do you want, senpai? " "Kenma, I'm so sorry for disturbing you. " She then crouched down. Placed her phone near the foot of the bed. "I have a favor to ask. " Instantly, the fog in his mind clears and Kenma was not more alert in a match than he was at that moment. He was bewildered. Having (F/N ) kneeled before him, forehead resting on top of the bed to which he'd tucked himself flat against the wall. Furthest away from an insane senpai as possible. Just a few feet divided the two . Her head jerked up and her face - he cringed at it. She looked distraught. Worse still was the tiny glimmer of hope in those eyes. (F/N) looked at him in such a way that dread pumped through out his being. She was hoping for something that only he can give. What could she want? Hands clasped before her she stared him down with pleading eyes. "Kenma-kun , pleeeasse go on a date with my best friend!" ".....No. " eyes finally showing weariness. He was tired and just wanted to close them. "Senpai, “ he started yawning. “Lock the door on your way out." He could fall asleep any moment now. How she managed to break into his home if you could call it that is a discussion for another day. All he required now was rest. The pillow was a precious comfort to his hectic mind. (F/N) had yet to move , still coming to terms with his blatant rejection. Then he heard a sniffle. And another. The boy sat back up. His senpai was crying! Kenma didn't dare blink. "But Kenma-kun, Junko is my best friend !!!" (F/N) sobbed. " A precious person to me. You have to take her out. Despite her cold shell and distant behavior she's actually very sweet. Do you know how long she's secretly harbored feelings for you? It was heart breaking to witness her struggle. She was afraid you won't return her feelings because of the age difference. " Take her friend out on a date? Absurd. He never found that pixie cut, stern faced android attractive. Who, up to this point was strongly viewed as (F/N)'s body guard. On top of that, it's not like he has the free time to give an once of consideration to her plead. Nationals are fast approaching. "I'll do your homework. " Kenma blinked slowly at that. He was listening. "I'll prepare your favorite snacks and do the laundry on weekends and - oh yeah ! I'll find those artifacts for you! Get you them bonus points. " She said convincingly. He was considering...but she hadn't said the right words yet. (F/N) must have heard his thoughts . "For the entire month I'll do whatever you say. I'll be your humble servant, Kenma-kun. Four weeks in exchange for one. little. date?” Her eyes gleamed, “ Not a bad deal." "Fine. " "Yes! " ecstatic at his compliance she locked him a tight hug . "Thank you! thank you sooo much! " 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Pure elation. That's what you felt. Your soul rested in the hands of serenity. Providing you with something dearly missed for days. Peace. You heart was bursting from new energy, lungs swelled beyond capacity. You wanted to shout to the full moon how jubilant you felt. Finally, the outstanding promise was fulfilled . Now equipped with confidence and a peaceful mind you amble home, a light-hearted bounce to your steps. ......The next morning. The scent of fried eggs, pancakes and bacon lured you down stairs. Drowsy, you stumble into the open kitchen and drool at sight of the hot breakfast prepared by your loving father. He stood on the other side of the counter in his white T-shirt and navy blue pajama pants. Fully invested in whatever was being said on other end of the phone. As usual, he wore a hard expression as if he was concentrating on a difficult matter. He nodded at you, acknowledging your presence. You smile and wiggled your fingers at him in return greeting. Then you dug into on your breakfast. Newspapers were opened , job listings circled in red ink. Beside those are lists upon lists of numbers. A steaming mug of coffee waited. The sight lifted your cheerful spirit higher. 'I knew it! When dad falls down he gets back up more determined. Giving up is admitting defeat.' You were in a good mood. How could you not be? Just last night you finally delivered on your promise to Junko and now your father was job searching. The wind had really started to blow in your favor. As soon as your father ended the call you wanted details and asked with eagerness, " Has the hospital finally realized their mistake in letting you go , now they're begging for your return?" "That would be very good news to hear this early in the day ...but no." He drawled as he took his seat at the counter. He stared deep into your eyes. "I just got off the phone with your uncle. " The fork dropped with a clink on the counter top. You panic. ‘ He’s taking about the incident in class' Slowly, the hot mug was bought to your father's mouth, he took a long sip of his favorite drink while scrutinizing your petrified face. "What's going on with that boy? If he's causing so much trouble that it interferes with your school work then this - your relationship with him isn't worth it. " Staring at the half eaten food you answer in a whisper. " There's just some stuff we have to work out, is all. " "Well work on it quickly! I'm not a patient man. The report he's been giving me, I don't like it. " You look up, clearly betrayed, "uncle Sato has been spying on me? " " Are you honestly surprised? " He asked derisively ." From the moment you quit the soccer team I was against you dating that Kukoo kid. But your a big girl and I don't want to cuddle you anymore than I already have." You started to fidget. He hasn't spoken to you this hard in forever! "Get your act together, Princess. Your future is at stake here. What are you going to do with your life? Have you even given this any though ?! That Kukoo kid is following his own ambitious, what about you? How do you even know your the main girl? " Biting your bottom lip when he said that last bit was a mistake. A weakness your father saw and snarled at. His hard , utterly disappointed expression said it out loud what he thought of your current state. Pathetic. " This puppy love won't last forever, Princess . Consider this your first and only warning to focus on priorities " Furious , you wanted to scream at him, defend your boyfriend and your choices but you would not dare raise your voice at your father. Ever. After a patient breath you asked in a calm voice when in reality you were steaming inside. "Can I go now? " Having placed his coffee mug on the counter top the man known as your rock just shrugged indifferently. Attention occupied with those newspapers. You swallow your anger and very slowly left the room to prepare for school. Seconds afterward your mother came into the kitchen, walked right up to her husband and pinched his cheek, "That was a bit harsh, darling ." The youthful woman reprimanded. " Hmph. It's the truth. Our princess has been making a fool of herself lately. " "What?" "She snuck out last night. She is our only child. Hell will freeze before I allow her to walk down the wrong path. " He took his wife's small hand and placed it on the very cheek she had just abused. "I worry for her future, angel. "
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In the school library"I was under the impression that you had spoken to Kitten. You did mention you guys ran into each other at the mall. " Kuroo turned the page and scanned down its content. Numerous towers comprised of books were piled around him and Fumiko. The two were sharing one desk inside the congested library. Students – mostly seniors - worked persistently on their schoolwork. Probing over historical accounts in pursuit of information that will aide them in one particular assignment. Mr. Sato's group research paper. As summer break drew nearer so did the due date for the project breathed down their necks . In essence, they're working on borrowed time. Kuroo flips to the next page. "She thinks we're dating. " he added, an obvious frown on his face - affronted at the absurd accusation by his girlfriend. He was focused on a passage in the book so missed the grimace that popped on Fumiko's face upon hearing that underlying tone of disdain; as if the though of dating her was so horrible! The girl had only paused her note taking long enough to answer her partner. In mock surprise she batted her almond eyes at him. " We're not? "
Kuroo stopped his research to gape at Fumiko. Totally caught off guard. Only to realize she was not at all serious.
She laughs at his expression, finding it cute . "Yeah , our conversation at the mall got sidetracked somehow . Sorry 'bout that. " Fumiko stared at her sleek, black pen in thought. " When (F/N)-chan doesn't want to be found no one can locate her. "
" Were you two close?"
The pen slipped from her hand and she stared, unsure if she should respond to Kuroo who had abandoned his pervious book for something else. He began searching through its glossary. Having sensed her intent look Kuroo went on to ask. " Why does she call you ‘senpai’ when you’re both seniors ? "
"Yikes! Kuroo, is this how you to flatter a lady? Your failing big time, my boy. " Fumiko held a hand to her chest in mock hurt and made puppy eyes at him. “I don’t look that old!”
"Come on, I'm serious."
"Fine~. Fine~. If you must know I am a year older. Every team we were on I was always made captain. When I first met her, there was nothing on earth she loved more than soccer. .. ‘well her grandma was an exception.’ “Honestly, it’s the only thing we had in common. Try to image a penguin running a four hundred meter dash across the field." The girl ran her index and middle fingers over the open books. Eyes warm. " (F/N) – chan, was wearing this jean jumper that literally reached her ankles as she chased after a ball. I sat alone on the swing , we were like six or seven then. Anyhow, I waited for her to fall but the brat never. Tripped up. Once!"
Kuroo listened, simply fascinated that Fumiko would gladly share this unknown history , when his girlfriend was a kid, with him. Her eyes had frosted over in contentment, the girl had lost herself to the memories. Intrigued by the information he'd unknowingly brought his chair nearer so that he won't miss a thing.
" In no time she was better than me . Everyone says I'm good at soccer but. ... that brat is a real natural. Born to score goals. (F/N)-chan, is just exciting to watch in action! She would have made it pro - if she hadn't quit the soccer team to jump into a sport she has zero experience in! Who does that?" complained Fumiko. Then the girl became aware that she was rambling on like a fool. bragging about the enemy!’ Alarmed, Fumiko grabs a random book from the pile and opened it to glance at the text under the pretence of reading. Eager to end the demeaning moment. "Well, let's actually work on this project!"
The book before Kuroo was shut in finality. He inhaled. "You should talk to her. " he suggested.
"Fufufu. I know that's a terrible idea. " Fumiko won't look at her partner, she knows he's watching her. “She despises me."
"Can you blame her? "
"Nope. ...but I do envy her somewhat, she sure is lucky to have you. But you already know that." admitted Fumiko softly before glancing up to met Kuroo’s earnest eyes.
"Fumiko -chan. . .."
At that moment you entered the library with Yaku and instantly spotted how close those two were before they had hasty pushed away from each other . Their behavior only demonstrates how entangled in that witch's web Kuroo was and you glared at them until you had passed by their table. Nose held high.
Way at the very back of the library do you and Yaku claim a recently vacated spot right by some windows. "Let gets to work, buddy. We've already wasted half of lunch in getting here." you point out to Yaku. Dropping your extra heavy tote bag on the ground with a thump before hitting the bookshelves. Soon , you were rapidly stocking up on books assumed to be useful. Some feet down the aisle stood your project partner. He held three books under his left arm while scrutinizing the content of a forth one. "No need to apologize that you're the cause we kept getting interrupted every five minutes since there was always someone needing to speak with you. The perks of being popular, I guess. " Teased the libero good naturally. Yaku added the book to his stack and returned to your spot by the windows. You shot a smile of appreciation his way, barely supporting the enormous column of books which hindered your field of vision. On wobbly legs do you inch towards your seat. You hadn't gone three steps when the weight of books vanished, your legs ceased their shaking and your sight was restored in one go. "You could have asked me for help. " chided a firm but gentle voice. The short boy got the stack of books onto the desk before you could blink and he gave you a cheeky smirk. Forever grateful for his reliability you walked over about to thank him then thought otherwise. You got out a pen, note pad and question paper. "I'll do far as question seven. - If you don't mind? That way, you only have to work on eight and nine. "
Yaku whipped his head up. Astonished, “That leaves you with the bulk of the work! It wouldn't be fair."
"Hey now, didn't we agree to finish this, asap?" Arms now folded across your chest your tone was abrupt and harsh. "Not to brag but this is my area of expertise so I'm not bothered by an extra paragraph or two . Besides, have you forgotten about nationals already? Couch Nekomata has been calling you guys out on the weekends now for practice. Right ? I want to do this. "
Yaku sucked on his bottom lip. Contemplating the proposal. "How about this: I'll do the introduction and conclusion along with questions seven, eight and nine. You can handle everything else. Sounds fair ?"
" But , Yaku... .I love introductions. " You pouted.
He huffed. "This is a group project between the two of us, (F/N)-chan . It should be fifty-fifty! Instead, we’re working with seventy to thirty; which is unfair no matter how you view it. Don't make me change my mind. " He was resolute.
"Fine. But it's got to be purple themed and very sparkly!"👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊Let’s backtrack fifteen minutes before.
It had started out quite normal.
After class , it was decided that Yaku and you would skip lunch and head straight for the library. Lunch seemed the only reliable time slot where you two could work on the project as a team. The approaching weekend would have been perfect. However, the boys' volleyball team has some practice matches scheduled while you and Anko have the pleasure of showing some school alumni around the campus. Yaku has course work on top of volleyball practice consuming his free time. You weren't any better: with your student council duties, course work, volleyball practice and now you silently dreaded Kenma's mountain of homework. It’s Wednesday. The deadline is Monday. Four days before summer break begins.
No pressure.
You got this.
Your feet was barely out the classroom door when it started. The interruptions. Kenma graciously dumped his homework on you. Pasting on a crocket smile, you add them to your tote bag while Yaku looked between you two questioningly. Obviously, it was not his place to ask questions. That was the first one. Next, the two of you had gone ten steps when Anko, the student council secretary , rushed up to you looking all frantic. "We missed you at the meeting yesterday. What happened?! Are you alright now ?" gasped the girl. Anko poked here, prodded there. Checking every inch of you for a sign of hurt. You waved her concern aside. "My apologies for worrying the council. I'm fine. Yesterday was just the monthly outing with my mom. "
"Oh. Well that’s good to hear. “ the anxiety melted away. Anko clasps her hands behind her back. “ While I have you here what say we discuss yesterday’s agenda.. .." And thus began the longest four minutes of Yaku's life. Bottling his impatience the boy leaned against the wall, head tilted upwards.
When you started to move away a relieved smile light up Yaku's face as he pushed off wall to join you. Believing that the conversation was over only for Anko to reel you back in with, "the minister of education is coming to visit!"
Some insufferable minutes later....
As soon as Anko shut her mouth for a breath Yaku spirited you away. He quickly dragged you out of the secretary’s vacancy before the girl could realize she’s been ditched. Turning the corner, you two met Junko standing smack dab in the center of the walkway in a dazed state. Ready to tip and topple over should someone sneeze. You are by her side in an instant. Prepared for the worst only for her to state monotonously , "Kenma asked me out. I said yes. " While your best friend sounded calm, not surprised by the opportunity to get closer to her crush, there was this shine of pure awe in her yellow eyes. Feeling smug you winked at her, " Did I deliver on my word or what? " Beside you , a proud Yaku discreetly wiped away a tear. “Asking a girl out. Kenma is surely growing up.“ he muttered.
A sudden, sharp declaration pulls everyone's attention further down the hall. " Oi! (F\N) – kun, your not escaping this time! " Mao came charging through the hallway. Startled students had only seconds to jump to the side before the volleyball captain stormed pass. You rested your head on Junko shoulder. “Of course she found me. And here I thought I could avoid the captain till Friday.” In actually, you were delighted to see Mao whereas Yaku sweat dropped. It became official, you two will not be reaching the library anytime soon.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The area that Yaku and you sat in was flooded by warm light let in through the giant windows. It has been ten minutes since Yaku and you got here for research. The place was less clustered by students now. After many fruitless attempt at stringing together some kind of working material from what you read the pen was put down. Honesty, you couldn't read another line . You felt restless for no apparent reason so looked out a window. Some ways off soccer players are practicing their drills. The tall, stout woman barking orders and blowing on her whistle was someone you recognized right away.
Coach Momo stood watch over her team, her broad back facing the windows. Due to the distance you are unable to hear her shouts but you can guess pretty well what was being said. "Kimiko, is that how you're suppose to faint an enemy? Drop that shoulder!”
“Move those legs Akira!”
“ Shion, you're going in the wrong direction. Left! Left! "
Couch Momo was a constant. Smiling, you imagined the sound of her gruff , teasing voice you loved. A new figure emerged on the field just then. You sat up.
It was a girl, her long , thick braid swishing from side to side as she jogged up to coach Momo. After exchanging words there was a instant shift in the atmosphere. All the players quit their drills to gather around couch Momo and the new comer. Like bees converging on a single flower. Their limbs were twitching with excitement . The girl turned around and you saw her face.
Fumiko took one step forward to address them. Afterward, the girl made short gestures with her hand; pointing to one side then at the other. Immediately, the group split and disperses across the field to face off.
You got an idea. “Sorry, Yaku. I have to go.” Eyes never lifting from the page, the libero nodded. Pen, notepad and question sheet were gathered up then stored into the tote bag. Which you then hoisted onto a shoulder. There are still many, many books to put away. The task drew a sigh from you. "Same time same place tomorrow ?" you asked him while figuring out how much weight you can manage to carry. There was just so much books. Yaku seemed to glare at the page before him. "Sure.”
Five. That shouldn’t strain you . The short stack was in your grasp about to be lifted when a hand clamps down fast on top of it. Not expecting that you gave the owner a curious look. “ Don’t. I’ll return them since I'm going to stay a bit longer. Get in as much content as possible."
"Don't overdue it now. This process just can't be completed in one day. " you warned sweetly.
Yaku made a deep , long noise of impatience. " I know…. It’s just. – Ugh! Mr. Sato's assignments are never straight forward. “ You giggled at his frustration. Yaku gave you sour look. The chuckles stop but still he saw the amusement in your eyes. “Okay sorry. Ha-ha. He must think we're detectives. "
His lips twitched, curling upwards at one corner. He fought and lost to a hide goofy grin. " Why? Because we must decode his questions. Find out what he's really asking us to do then we can start our actual project. Our misery must bring him great joy.“
“It does. I can attest to that. Well,” you smiled softly at him . "See you in class."
👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊At the field
It was very warm out and there was a slight breeze. Your kind of weather. Settled on a bench, not too far from the live action, you had been watching your former team run around for some time before you were spotted. The call of your name alerts everyone to your presence. "( F/N) – chan, why are you here?" asked Junko. Marching towards you in a business like manner. Out on the field movement grinded to a halt. They all pause, turn and began staring at you questionably. Junko stood in her goalkeeper uniform just a few feet away in front of you now. Blocking most of you from view of the gawking team. “Cant I visit my old team?” you began playing with you hair. “So why aren't you in the goal box? " Junko's short, silver hair barely moved in the breeze. You open your mouth to say more . At that moment, someone darted around Junko to tackle you in a bear hug. Squealing out the words, "Senpaiiii! I've missed you so much!!" Whatever you were going to say is forgotten as the wind gets knocked out of you. For you were pinned to the ground by a highly excited , heavy under classman.
"Release her, Kimiko! Can't you see you're crushing ( F/N) - chan? " shouts a very familiar voice. You’re vaguely aware that Kimiko was pulled off of you by an emotionless Junko. Coach Momo's stern face took up your entire view. Her eyes were two small crescents peering down on you. Her chapped lips stretched into a heavy grin, " well, well, isn't this a surprise ? Has my best striker come back to join the team? " Teased Coach Momo. She reached out one thick hand which you took hold of almost immediately and grinned. The coach hauls you to your feet.
The entire team now surrounded you . All smiles. You almost forget the reason you came here. Already, Kimiko is clutching to your left arm. " Are you really coming back, senpai? That would be awesome. " she gushed. Unconcerned that her vice-like grip just tightened around your arm. The pain was pushed to the back of your mind.
"Shut it, Kimiko. (F/N) – chan, has better use of her time than the likes of you. " came the barb of a teen sporting a bob cut . Shion; affectionately known as Number Eleven. She was the one who told Kimiko to let you go earlier. Kimiko literally growled at her. Shion continue talking to you, ignoring the small fry." We have a match against Shinzen this Friday. Wanna come watch us crush those losers? "
‘Very tempting.’ you thought. “I’m not sure I can make it. Sorry.” Shion's enthusiasm deflated. “But I’m certain you’re going to win! Just from watching you guys practice I noticed how much the team has improved. Even the first years are efficient.”
Junko rolled her eyes at the flattery. Shion sucked up the praise like a reptile basking in the sun. Junko gave her a cool look to which the girl shrugs her shoulder , ”Hey! It’s not every day a legend compliments you.”
“She was commending on growth the whole team.” Junko stated. Face as neutral as always. Another teammate of yours, face dusted with freckles ran forward , points at Junko and cried out, " oh sempai why can Junko - chan smile like you? Her face is always so scary! "
Everyone shook with good laughter. Embarrassed, Junko folded her arms and quickly looked elsewhere, " I did not come here to socialize. " she justified. Even here , her defensive voice was monotone. Coach Momo smacked the girl’s back lightly, teasing all the while that she should learn to live little. Junko retained her act of indifference. But she did stiffen as one lean and muscular arm drapes around her shoulder. Leaning against her was a tall girl with long , braided, black hair. Your face lit up like Christmas morning when you realized who it was. Your second favorite teammate. “Max!”
“Yelp. That’s me.” She performs a lazy solute. “ How ya doing , Black Comet?” Then her carefree voice boomed above the crowd. "Hey! Our captain can't say hello because you’re all crowding Nekoma's Kitten.” Your eyes widened as your cheeks became enflamed. “Yes, I know your pet name. “ She revealed with a wolfish grin. “And I know I speak for everyone here when I say the boy’s volleyball team is hot! "
That was Junko's cue to slip away.
Protests broke out.
“Whaaaaatt?!”
“They’re not cuter than my boyfriend!”
“We aren’t desperate~. “
“Really Max?”
Shino covers her face with her hands , ashamed by her friend’s antics for once. " Yet people call me the idiot?”
Junko raised a eyebrow. Fumiko stood beside her, eyebrows touching her hairline. “Good grief! What is wrong with you all? Calm down.” She admonished, trying to bring some order to her rowdy team.
But Max was not done stirring up the crowd. " Have you seen their foreign kid? What a catch." Max hugs herself and swooned.
“He's a first year… " said Fumiko, face looking green.
"And? " replied Max smugly.
You got over the shook. "You are talking about Lev-kun ?"
"Even his name sounds delicious. " She was drooling at this point . " His eyes. - So dreamy! "
The girl clutching to your arm squeezes harder. You bit your lip so as not to whimper. Kimiko looks about to faint, " filthy…. minded. You are disgusting, Max! "
Said girl thrusts her hands outward in a mocking surrender. "Arrest me, Flatty." Max teased. " For admiring the male body - guilty as charged! "
Shion appeared by your other side, giving Kimiko the stink eye ,"I see. “ her smile was condescending. “You’re jealous cause no one likes you, Flatty."
“Yelp. Boys find her company simply annoying. “ Max goaded. Wearing an innocent smile.
Incensed at their behavior, Kimiko launched for the trouble makers.
"Alright. That’s enough you three ." Intervenes Fumiko. Having stepped between the girls to stop a fight from breaking out. Still huffing and puffing ,Kimiko reattached herself to your arm. Just for a final dig Shion grabbed the other. These hell cats were going to tear poor you in two. One glared while the other grinned. 'Things having changed much. ' Fumiko sighed tiredly before addressing you, " can we help you with something, Black Comet ?"
A simple question. Pure. But her eyes challenged you. So you respond in kind. "Yes, actually." They all held their breath. With two underclassman hanging on to you , you took heavy steps forward as best you could. Until you are right before the captain. Cold green clashed with fiery (E/C). "I challenge you to a duel. Loser has to do a dare. "
Fumiko’s smile dropped. She eyed you suspiciously. What were you up to?
Coach Momo put a thumb and index finger under her flat chin. Oh now, this was getting interesting. " Well, well captain aren't you going to accept? We don't have all day." Taunted coach. The middle aged woman was enjoying herself a bit much.
"Of course." Hell fire blazes to life in those green irises. "I accept."
The crowd cheered as Fumiko revealed her dare, “when I win you must show up at our game on Friday. "
Well, somebody’s confident.
"Fine. Are you curious about my dare ?"
"I don't need to know the impossible. " jibed the girl. She was no longer looking at you but at the expansive field. “Let’s make this quick. Three out of five?"
You grinned. "Sure! That will work." Now free to move since the hell cats had backed away, you scanned the crowd for silver hair. Then you spot a tuff of grey behind that girl with freckles shoulder. You took her hand, pulling her towards Fumiko. "I want Junko to be the goalkeeper.” It was a demand. Fumiko stopped walking.
"Fine."
You miss a step and almost fall. "Huh?"
Fumiko groaned, "what now? " Her foot tapped against the ground, impatient to start. Max and Kimiko are lining up soccer balls across the midfield line. Junko just left and took her position in the goal box where she began stretching. The captain was giving you a hard look. "Well? "
"I'm surprise you let Junko be the goalie so easily." Admittedly, you had expected more of a protest seeing that Fumiko had caught on that you were up to something. Why is she playing into your hands? Come on, the soccer captain is smarter than that.
Fumiko rolled her eyes then huffs as if the answer was oh so obvious. "Junko is honest. Actually, I trust her with my life…unlike you - you lying fox!" the last part was hissed as to not be overheard . Then she spoke at her normal volume once more. "Ready to break a leg? "
Your cheeky grin was full of confidence, "always captain. "👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Ten soccer balls were lined up across the width of the field spaced at equal intervals from each other. In the center of the field, standing behind the sixth and fifth balls respectively were Fumiko and you. The soccer captain gazed fearlessly ahead. Chin up. Back straight. Long braid moved occasionally by the light breeze. In her bold, black uniform and matching black cleats , the girl cut an imposing figure. On the back of her shirt a crimson number one screamed proudly.
Then there's you. Eyes trained on the white net some feet away. Bulldozing through a hundred different scenarios to out play the indifferent goalkeeper. You must look comical to any bystander. Tan sweater over a gray school skirt. Plum purple and white cleats . Surely, you did not look dressed for the occasion but you were ready. A year ago you were this team's most valuable player: Center forward. You were born to score.
On both sides of the field the soccer team waited . Coach Momo watched from the bench. Whenever troublesome disputes occurred on the team it was customary that warring parties would have a duel or a dear to settle the matter. A little unorthodox to other couches but it works for her girls. Now, her former ace player has combined both methods to challenge her best midfielder : Fumiko. A mischievous grin appeared on the coach's face. She doesn't know what their feud is . Can’t think of one thing those two would fight over. Once the matter can be resolved and she gets a kick out of the situation , it was all well.
You moved first, movements fast but clumsy. The ball shot up high, while you mentally cried as it sailed over the net. Junko never moved. The goalie merely blinked at you.
Back at the sidelines an argument was brewing among the first and second years. A first year put her hands above her head, "can this really be Black Comet? The girl who took our team to nationals twice. " She remarked. Her friend, another first year, pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "Well, I'm disappointed. "
Just then, Shion appeared behind them and knocked the both of their heads together before saying . "Just watch. Ya might learn something." Messaging their rightly deserve lumps the two first years nod weakly, then watch as the captain take her shot. Max stood near the three. She had assumed the role of score keeper.
Fumiko got her shot in. Junko's fingers just barely brushing the ball before it blasted pass into the low corner of the net.
Max screamed the scores for all to hear, "(F/N)-chan: zero! Fumiko-chan: one!"
Calm as a cucumber you move on to the fourth ball. Breathing steady , keeping your head clear. Losing was not a option. You took in the black and white ball. Then you looked at Junko. How to catch her off guard? You shot for the right corner but the goalie was faster, much faster. As Junko intercepted the ball it was as if she’d crushed your heart. Standing behind the seventh ball Fumiko let loose but Junko got it as well. The score reminded unchanged.
The first years stood perplexed and upset about it all. Sandwiched between Shion and the score keeper. What were they to learn from (F/N)? Black Comet has obviously lost her touch. The two girls were startled when the tall score keeper spoke up. It was as if she’d heard their thoughts. "Keep watching. " Was Max’s only words. They obeyed . If only to not anger the tall defender.
You stood behind the third ball. Slowly nearing the sideline. Closer to the players turned spectators. Close enough that you saw the confusion and disappointment on their faces. Fumiko was already behind the eighth ball, certain of your lost . What a grim situation to be in? However, you have been watching Junko all along. The girl would move a split second before your foot or Fumiko's came in contact with ball. Foresight - Junko was guessing! You smiled. Sure, it took two missed shots, but you finally felt that heat in your bones. ‘I can do this!’ Your blood was boiling hot. ‘I am a champion!’
That feeling.
The rush.
Invincible.
You fainted left, instantly, the goalkeeper was on the move to intercept the ball but then , all of a sudden, you shift and shot the ball dead center! Junko reacted fast but couldn’t reach in time. She slid on the ground, empty handed. Having missed the ball by a whisper.
“Holy cow! She got it.”
“Wow!”
The first years were stunned by the play. Max just smirked,” ‘bout time Nekoma's kitten got serious.”
Junko got up slowly. She dusted herself off then gave you a heated look. Bring it on!
Fumiko also got a goal.
"(F/N)-chan: one! Fumiko-chan: two!"
Next , you go for a low corner shot which blasted into the net. Spinning for a few seconds in midair that taunted the goalie. Junko fumed. She looked ready to murder someone. With fire in her eyes she shut down Fumiko’s ball without mercy.
"(F/N)-chan: two! Fumiko-chan: two!" Max hollered not a second late.
The final shot. You and Fumiko exchanged glares with each other across the field. Right here. Right now. Someone either wins or there will be a draw!
……
Fumiko had lost. While (F/N) celebrated her stink victory the girl needed a moment to compose herself before facing everyone. Once Fumiko came to terms with the ugly defeat she stomped over to where they had formed a ball around Black Comet. It was a blow to her pride but she had agreed to the challenge in front of her team. She won't go back on her word.
Hands on her hips , the soccer captain stood tall. She glared down at you who only came up to her chest in height. "What's my penalty? Walking down the street in my underwear? " She said as if that was no big deal. A freshman fainted.
"Eww! I'm not so cruel Fumiko. " you tilted your head to the side and put a finger to your lip, pretending to think about it. Then at the snap of you fingers came Kimiko running with your bag. Kimiko held it open , your hand prodding inside blindly for a moment then grasped something smooth and hard. You pulled out a scissors . "I'm just going to change your hairstyle, is all." you grin, waving the pair pink scissors before her face .
There was a harsh inhale of air as Fumiko eyes popped open.
As all of this went on Junko finally made her way to the edge of the crowd. A teammate moved at that moment and Junko stopped. She studied the sight with a grimace, alarmed at Fumiko's very short, poorly cut , wavy hair. Even for revenge this when to far. (F/N) had already embarrassed the captain in front of her entire team, did (F/N) have to cut Fumiko's hair as well? Junko frowned. She needed to have a talk with her best friend later. She fears the depth of (F/N)'s jealously.
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Later that day, After school Junko stood outside Gamers' Mania in the cool of the evening. Her short hair had been combed in a way that the longer, front strands fell to one side of her face; partially covering her left eye. A sleeveless white collared shirt was worn with skin tight blue jeans. Plain white sneakers tied the simple look together. Not one to be idle, Junko consumed the time by watching a video dubbed 'up your goalkeeping game!’ Mentally counting down the minutes he had to arrive before crossing the fine line of being late. If it came to that , how long can she wait before doubt arises? Her tummy did summersaults . An unpleasant feeling of anxiety covered up by her indifferent demeanor. "There she is! " a delighted voice yelled from somewhere. The startled girl looks away from her phone. Jerking her head this way and that in search of the source and soon discovered it closing in from the left. At first , she only raised an eyebrow in appraisal to the walking skyscraper whose hair was a tad darker than her own. Even their hair cut shared similarities. For the life of her, Junko can't remember the boy's name but certain he was apart of the school’s volleyball team. Quite some feet trailing behind the human giant was a bleached blonde boy of average height. Head bowed over a small red device. Junko's heart leapt in her throat. It’s beat deep. Slow. Reassured. Her date did not chicken out after all. Running into the awkward first-year had been pure chance. It was not Kenma's desire for Lev to tag along but it required too much effort to sway the airhead once he’s set his mind on something . Such as feeding his odd curiosity . For instance, “wondering what my senpai does after school outside of practice.” Kenma glowered at Lev's back. Deliberately dragging his feet along in no hurry to meet her. "Lev, must you be so loud ?" The remark flew right over the half-blood's head . Lev's attention was hooked onto Junko. Kenma made a low, groaning sound of frustration. He watched on while Lev closed the distance in one stride and took a gentle hold of her hands, his emerald green eyes got wider as he squeezed them a little. Junko observed his behavior with no outward emotion. She doesn't flinch even though he towers over her, totally eclipsed in his shadow. "Senpai, your warm! " he spoke in astonishment. Like he had discovered something of wonder. By then, Kenma had caught up - he walked around Lev to stand beside her. Not too close. "Lev…," he drawled, not looking at the half Russian who had now focused on him, "….she's not an android. " Ahh. She understood now. Junko pulled her hands back and drop them at her sides. Perhaps Lev's appearance was a coincidence…perhaps not. Either way, she had waited outside long enough. And as if the weird moment did not occur she stated coolly, "we are all here to have fun. I’m impatient to play some games. " Face ever neutral, she turned to face the establishment. " Let's go inside now. " Many, many games later .... Their defeat was humiliating. Each single game Junko had annihilated the boys with practiced ease who now sulked in a corner, they not only lost all their money on rematches but a bit of their pride as well. She was truly a monster. - In a good way! Eventually, their crushed spirit forces Junko to take a break from her winning streak. She was a humble champion after all, so decided to cheer them up somehow. Free food delights the soul as (F/N)’s father would say. She left for the food stand. Making her way back the girl wore a faint smile for once . Not cold. It was not pretentious. Only genuine joy. Kenma had proven to be a worthy opponent , a challenge, far better than her best friend; he never asked for the girl to go easy. He was quite competitive. Then there’s curious lanky guy. Ever ready to go again after his senpais' made him eat their dust in skills in a brutal fashion. The girl weaved around excited gamers. Carrying enough snacks to share with the depressed boys when she spotted two vaguely familiar people over by the crane machine. "Steady…. steady. ...your almost there… " a stuffed tiger dangled precariously from the small crane metal jaws, raising higher and ever closer to the victory hole when it just …dropped. "Ah! So close." "I’m going to try again. " proclaimed the other boy. He fished out a coin from his pocket and kissed it for good luck. "This is my last token. Here goes. " Junko diverted from her route and went over there. If she remembered correctly the smaller one with dark hair is Shibayama and that auburn headed boy overflowing with energy can be none other than Inuoka. (F/N) never shuts up about them. She stood right beside the boys and they don't take notice of her presence. Shibayama kisses his token a second time before dropping it into the coin slot. As Junko expected he loses. She made herself known then. "Hey. " "Eeek! ! " Shibayama and Inuoka must have leapt three feet in the air. Upon their return to earth they are both clutching a hand to their heaving chests. Inuoka regained his composure first, "Wow! You scared us.” he choked out. Breathing more regular he took in her appearance. Only to start bouncing on the heels of his feet really seeing her for the first time. Short silver hair. Golden eyes. It was that girl. "Y- you speak ?!" "It’s her: the human machine. Wait…er... sorry , I shouldn't have said that! " suddenly shy, Shibayama scratches his cheek. Hoping his senpai would accept the apology. Junko blinked . Face bland as ever, " I have a question.." she stared directly into Shibayama's open eyes. "Who gave you that latter? The one you brought (F/N) - chan. I want know their name in order to thank them properly for being so considerate. " The young boy thought for a moment. "Hmm. It was a third year. .. with green eyes.” Shibayama snapped his fingers as he finally recalled a name. “ Oh yeah ! Hashimoto - san.”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 It was the following day, your first class was with Mr. Sato. The mathematics slash history teacher. Also know as your stuck- up uncle. Typical chatter about breakups, sports, exams and sometimes silly random things rang throughout the beige room. Your classmates capitalized on the rear moment of freedom to behave how they wish in the teacher's absence. Yesterday’s bliss had carried over to this morning. The day seemed brighter than usual. You were riding on cloud nine. Brimming with confidence to bring down an army. While most of the students wasted the time in chatter you were among the studious bunch, here and there, plowing away at that history assignment due Monday. Junko and Kai worked quietly . Beside them Lee and Ueda bickered over whose dates were correct, a sheet meant for ideas rested before each one but neither boy had written anything yet. At the back of the class Hayashi and Mori were fooling around with some questionable wads of wet paper while comparing notes. Sitting at the front equaled less distraction for you and your partner. The two of you were on the cusps of a breakthrough when Fumiko waltzed in. Short wavy locks of brown hair bouncing. What supposed to be choppy, disheveled mop strands was now a fierce yet elegant chin length cut bearing a center part. A surprise hush fell over the room. Her new look had stunned students into bewildered silence. Impressed, Yaku and you could only gape after the soccer captain turned supermodel catwalks gracefully to her temporary seat. Comments follow behind each well placed step. The penny had dropped. Suddenly, everyone was talking over each other! Boys drank in her new style, girls contemplated changing theirs. Even your boyfriend stared longer than necessary! Your plan had backfired. You deserved a pat on the back . That snake just went up a few good pegs on the popularity chart. Her salvaged haircut was that breathtaking to look at. " Hashimoto - san is truly beautiful. " You furrowed your brows, staring at your group partner with unease. "Yaku? " There were hearts in his eyes. He gazes longingly at Fumiko. You swore he just felt in love. 'Don't look Yaku-kun! She's not worth your time. ' One rough tug on his ear was enough to break the trance to your relief. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on you, only for realization to kick in , "please tell me I did not say that out loud ? " You nodded once. "..er…the folks in America heard you." "This is so embarrassing!" He had covered his face with his hands. You frowned. Of course he should be ashamed to even think that of her! But he need not get hung up over the witch! You pulled his ear again - harder. This got a annoyed glare from Yaku. It lacked heat. You chuckled. " no, no. Don't be." The door opened and Mr. Sato walked in. You place a hand on his shoulder, leaned over to whisper, “it pains me to admit but she is rocking that look. " "Sure." He replied . After one last glance behind at Fumiko. The boy took up a pen. Meanwhile , Fumiko and Kuroo discussed the progress made so far pertaining to the project. Whenever his head was turned she'd throw a dirty look at your back.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Before anyone realized it first and second period had come and gone and break will be over in a matter of minutes. A handful of students ,including you, lingered behind in the classroom. You had only just put your yogurt on the table when you felt it. A sudden chill in the air. "Hey (F/N) - chan, lend me your chemistry text book. I didn't bring mine. " Fumiko explained. You pucker your lips, baffled by the civil request but you’re already opening your bag. Fumiko waited beside the desk until you were solely focused on locating that book in your cluttered bag to withdraw her hand from her skirt pocket. She shook something into the opened yogurt. The white particles dissolving instantly. “Aha! Found you! " The girl jumped and froze in trepidation. Only for the fear to melt away, relaxing when she saw that you held a large text book up triumphantly. Fumiko hid her hand behind her back. “You’re not going to ruin my book, are you?” You gave her the stink eye. One can never be too careful around a witch. An eye roll follows the question. Fingers ran through wavy, short locks. As Fumiko spoke it gave the idea that she had moved on. She’d accepted defeat. "Don't tell me you’re still sore about the kiss. Wasn't yesterday’s stunt payback enough?" "I don't know. Give up? " "Pff. I having started. That was only a warm up. " So she hasn’t move on!? Your hands shook, it was itching to smack that ‘better than thou’ smirk right off the girl's face. Perhaps you'd feel better. Just then Junko popped her head inside the room. Fumiko and you were the first thing to get her attention. "Captain, couch just called a urgent meeting in the teachers' lounge for all third years. "👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 "Alright, who would like to come balance this equation? Don't be shy. " A couple hands when up. One belonging to Kuroo who sat at the very back of the class as usual. The prime spot gave him a bird’s eye view of the happenings of the class. From there, he waited for another hand to rise above the rest. He was not alone. Mr. Kobayashi was stalling, when the teacher glanced discreetly in her direction he seemed disappointed. With a reluctant nod Anko was chosen to ‘solve’ the line of numbers and letters on the board. Since class started eight minutes ago Kuroo began to notice something strange; (F/N) was quiet. Her hand hadn't gone up once. She didn't fidget or make small talk with Yaku. The girl simply hadn't moved. Her head rested on folded arms as her back rose and felt gently. It dawned on him. ‘Well this is a first.‘ The boy shook his head in disbelief. His girlfriend was sleeping in class! As the lesson progressed (F/N) napped on . Dead to her surroundings like a graceful statue; present in body but not in soul. As his brown eyes kept glancing at her , worry started to bubble. Why hadn't the teacher checked on her , said anything? Just because (F/N) was one of Mr. Kobayashi's favorites it was irresponsible of the young teacher to let her impudent behavior slide. Yaku had tried twice to wake his princess from that deep slumber . (F/N) just dozed on . When lunch came around the boy lingered in class. Mulling over the thought that he should make the first move to check in on her, break this silly stalemate they were in and deal with (F/N)'s tantrum later. The moment he decided to take action ,however, Junko returns to the classroom. One hard slap to the cheek and Junko got the stubborn snoozer up. (F/N) blinks the sleep from her eyes. She gave Junko a disapproving pout, "why did you disturb me? I was having a wonderful dream, you know. " Kuroo finally got up. Chuckling to himself. (F/N) seems fine, albeit grumpy but when was she not a grouch when woken up? Relief passed as swiftly as it had come. Just as he was about to move away , it happened. Junko waited beside her friend’s desk tapping away on her phone with that usual blank face while (F/N) attempted to stand. Bento box in one hand when (F/N) just lost consciousness. Like a puppet whose strings were abruptly cut, she fell over. Junko reacted a second to late. Fortunately, Kuroo was both aware and quick - footed to act at that critical moment. Her friend was sprawled across Kuroo's lap . The lunch wasn't saved. With one strong arm behind her back and the other below the knees he lifted her bridal style. When he spoke it was laced with worry and frustration. There was also that tiny undercurrent of self directed anger. "I'm taking her to the nurse. This isn't normal." Kuroo started for the door. " Are you coming?" He doesn’t wait for confirmation. Simply rushed out the classroom expecting the girl to follow. As if Junko would abandon her best friend at such a time. She pocketed her phone, snatched (F/N)'s tote bag and chased after him. The ruin lunch forgotten.At the nurse's office In the dirt free room a good number of students nervously waited for the diagnosis. It was still lunch period but none of the fretting teens could stomach any food at the moment. Kuroo found the blinding white space depressing. Harsh on his eyes. Silently condemning – he was foolish to hesitate. Why hadn’t he acted sooner? Beside him were Junko and a few members of the soccer team; a tall girl with cornrows, a smaller girl with ponytails , Anko; student council secretary then there was Kai, Lev, Yaku and Kenma . Who, shockingly , was in a quiet conversation with Junko. Something about defeating a new boss. The room was packed. It’s a wonder the little nurse hadn't chase them out yet. She must possess an infinite reserve of patience he mused. After a check up the woman concluded that (F/N) was only exhausted, a good night’s rest pared with regular balanced meals should do the trick. Her positive report expelled the tense air surrounding the party that came to see her latest patient. The kids sagged in relief. The elderly woman clutched a hand to her chest, glanced at her patient . To have such caring friends in these trying days....this (F/N) must be a very special person. The thought brought a hearty grin to lady's aged face. She'd only turned her back to place her notepad on the desk . When she looked she could no longer see her patient. For the elated visitors were crowded around the girl’s bed. The nurse sighed just as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang out. But they were still well wishing the resting girl thus weren't leaving fast enough. Some appeared reluctant to move at all ,in the end , forcing the small nurse to usher almost everyone out. "Why are you two still here? Classes will resume in a matter of minutes." She held the door open for the two remaining guests still seated on either side of the patient's bed. The young man spoke up first, "If you don't mind , we want to stay.” he pleaded. "We will be quiet." The girl promised. "We're both free for this period, as well." Kuroo lied. The nurse thinned her lips, studying them. They seemed sincere enough. She decided to let them be. "...fine, fine." When the nurse sat herself down at her desk Kuroo had slipped (F/N)'s soft hand into his. Held on to it for the rest of day. Time slipped away quietly and the final bell was heard. At some point the nurse had slipped out without his notice. (F/N), Junko and Kuroo were the only people in the silent room. While Junko put away the assignment she had been working on Kuroo gazed tenderly at (F/N) who still had yet to stir. It filled him with guilt to leave her side but he had to be at practice. He had no choice but leave her in Junko's care. Kuroo stood up, planted a sweet kiss on her forehead and told Junko, "watch over her for me." He was gone before Junko fully nodded. As soon as the door clicked shut (F/N) awoke .👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You opened your eyes. Greeted the world with a sweet yawn , felling well rested . It was evidence in your bubbly tone "Oh wow! An angel visited me. I have been restored!" You smiled at your friend. Her shoulders were less tense. Her golden eyes softer. Your head tilted to the side. What could have made the girl worry? Relieved, Junko hugged you. It was quick but firm and told everything she dare no say. Then she stared at you with hard eyes, she has something to say. "It appears you were right." You sat up. "Right? Right about what? " Nothing else can be said for the door opened. In waked a lean, well dressed man. Some might even call him handsome if not for that permanent scowl. Mr. Sato pushed his glasses up his sharp face. First, he dismissed Junko. "Excess us Miss Ito," then took her seat by your bed. He was smiling next. "Have you tweaked the essay like I asked ?" "Yes sir! I took your suggestion to heart. Those judges will cry themselves dry before they’re through with my paper. " Pleased by your report the man nodded and crossed his legs. "May I see it? " You started to sweat. "The essay? Um... I left it at home ...by accident. " Upon hearing this Mr. Sato's rare smile vanished and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. "The dead line is tomorrow. " "I know. I'm sorry, uncle! Tomorrow, I promise to show it to you first thing." He accepts the excuse with a frown but said no more. Instead, he stood up, holding your purple tote bag. "Come. We're leaving. " This puzzled you. “Eh! Why? What’s happening ?” The nurse returned then, she gives you a motherly smile. "Good. You are awake. You give your friends quite the scare, young lady." Wrinkled hand pats your cheek with tender care. "Your uncle will take you home now. " "I'm leaving school early? " This was unexpected. Your innocence made the nurse chuckle lightly while Mr. Sato rolled his eyes. "No dare. School is out. You fainted and have been here since lunch started." She clarified. The more you listened the more lost the you became. At the end of the it you released a long whistle. 'Wow. I was out of it. What happened while I slept? Who brought me here? Huh. I can’t remember anything since second period. '
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Later that evening 5:30 pm. The room door was shut. Using the poster adorned wood to lean their back against was Junko, still in uniform as the girl just got out from some after school activity. You were sitting cross-legged on the deep purple carpet examining an object held in your palm. It was a flat, transparent bottle no bigger than your thumbnail. You marveled at the clear shimmery liquid it contains. "It might not look like much but that there will do what you want." Junko decides to join you on the ground. Knees tucked beneath her. Hands laid over her thighs. Eyes closed. Waiting. "Just pure water. Are you sure? " With a noisy breath, Junko took the small container away. "It is tasteless, odorless but most important , harmless. The chemical is activated by water ." Junko dabs just a drip onto her wrist, you saw no change and frowned. But then she asked for water. You hopped to your feet to fetch it. Not a wink later you were back. Glass in hand. You held it towards your friend who only dipped a finger into the water then rubbed that wet finger over her wrist. A medium sized purple splotch appeared. Your eyes widen at the sight. "Cool!" you gasped in astonishment . Almost spilling the water on Junko who had the foresight to take hold of the cup. As she moved to place it back on the table by the bed she made her disappointment known. You gave her a blank stare , arms folded . What now? Junko mirrored your stance. “You doubted my word? I never would have gone through the hustle to smuggle this from my father's collection had I not been one hundred percent certain it will work." she informed coldly , returning the dye to you. "I am curious, though. Why do you want this? " You began to play with the small bottle , rolling it around in your palm, "Don’t worry. It's not your concern." was your curt reply . Junko stiffen at the cold tone . Realization washed across her features. She bit her lip , studying the dark stain marring her skin a little too intently. Good. At least she felt ashamed for ignoring your concern when you really needed her advice. You did not like giving her the cold shoulder but she had hurt you. Despite the fact she wasn't aware at the time. Junko stepped pass avoiding eye contact. Her voice small. "Fair...just do not do anything to get yourself in trouble. " she advised. You only nodded to show that you heard her, still rolling that bottle around. When Junko reached the door she had gained the courage to meet your frosty stare directly, "whenever you're ready...to talk...call me. " Door opened the girl hesitated. She looked to you. Yellow eyes pleading. You stared back at her. Don't give in! A minute passed. Don’t give in! Then another. Finally, you threw your hands up in defeat. Annoyed that she broke down your walls so quickly. "Bah, I can't remain angry any longer than a few minutes with you! Expect my call later. Humph!" A subtle smirk cracked across Junko's normally expressionless face before she slipped out. At least, you thought you saw a smug smile. Sometimes the lighting played tricks on the eye. "Hey wait! " "Yes? " Junko's head appeared in the door way. "A-at the nurse’s office you were trying to tell me something before my uncle showed up. Remember? " Mask in place Junko blinked once. "Oh, I forgot. You have every reason to be suspicious of Fumiko-chan. Just give me a day to talk with the captain. As in do not do anything irresponsible." Her eyes fell on the tiny bottle. Impulsivity, you hid it behind your back , releasing a innocent chuckle . "What could I possibly do? I’m afraid of flies." She rolled her eyes while slipping out before you even got the chance to say goodbye." Sweetly, are you leaving already ? You must visit more often." came your mother’s charming voice from downstairs. You weren’t the only overbearing person in the house and your friend was on a mission to evade your mother at all costs. Seemed like another attempt had been spoiled . Your mother possessed a critical eye to spot Junko at the worst of times. "I'll try to remember that, Mrs. (L/N ). Have a nice day." The slam of door closing was followed by a frantic call, "Junko wait! Have some cookies." You can picture your mom pouting at the front door , looking like a kicked puppy. "Your food always scare the child away. " His voice sounded close. Measured steps climbed up the stairway. Soon your father was at your room door. Standing with his arms crossed in an imposing manner. No doubt to check in. His eyes swept over the untidy room. "Shouldn’t you be getting ready ? " He asked with a frown. " Honey, I'm not so sure she should come...she fainted at school today. " Glee flared in your chest at those words. I don’t have to go! Yes! You crossed your fingers , hoping for favorable outcome. " Maybe our baby's under too much stress.” whispered your mom not so discreetly. She wrapped her hands around his torso . " Nonsense," your father replied. Mind made up. " This outing is just what our child needs. Besides... " here his face became grim . " ...if I have to be there then everyone is going. We suffer as a family.” “Darling, it’s a party. We’re going to have fun.” “Fun? Hah, while I have nothing against the host his son-in-law is the last person I want to see. He fired me for no reason, after all! Darn Hashimoto. " "Honey!" “It’s the truth!” Click! Startled, the two childish adults whipped their heads in your direction. Standing near the drawer you held a up camera. Simply impressed by your latest feat, your parents can start a spat over the silliest of thing yet remind you of new born kittens. Adorable! You nodded appreciably at the captured moment. “ I’m adding this to my scrapbook." ............... 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊That night Soft music played in the background inside the large, luxurious, high ceiling room . A soothing hum, just enough to melt the nerves of guests but not so slow as to lull the inebriated people to sleep. Quite a few people lounged about the opulent space, glass of costly beverages in hand. Others shook their tail feathers in time to the rhythm like there’s no tomorrow. Some were engaged in light gossip. Your mother was among a cluster of squawking females huddled near the bar. The venue was quite crowed. It was the annual company party hosted by Mr. Yoshimi Nekomata. The respected minister was also a businessman and known philanthropist who loved spoiling his staff . Thus, he had allowed his employees to bring a guest of their choice to the event. Seeing that your mother was an executive at the host’s company she brought her husband. Incidentally, the host had extended an invitation to you for some reason. There was a point in time that you saw him as your very own grandfather, where you’d go to him for advice and hold quiet talks. Back then, Mr. Nekomata was not yet a minister but even so he was a very busy man. You loved braiding his soft, long hair and accessorizing it with wild flowers. It was a privilege granted that Mr. Nekomata absolutely loathed anyone touching his hair yet tolerated you. Perhaps because his granddaughter was your best friend. Good times. When Fumiko and you still made pinky promises to each other and created cupcakes out of mud. You have not set food in this building since middle school. Nine semesters of a life left behind. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days ….. enough time for feelings to grow cold. Memories to dull. Promises to be forgotten. Pain….it scabbed over but never fully healed. Time moved forever forward , people leave our lives while new ones are added , your convictions have changed as you grow up to see the world differently. Running headlong into the future but the bittersweet past was your shadow. You couldn’t escape it. So you will continue to ignore the problem until the day you dare confront that darkness. Fumiko – she had other plans. Following that little stunt she pulled over a week ago the shadow has grown larger , steadily encroaching on sealed secrets. Now here you are ….. A new painting here , some weird dog figurine added to the collection. The paint was just a shy darker. Other than those shifts this place was virtually the same as you could recall. Open and inviting. Most of the guests are outdoors mingling in open air. Your glum father was sure to be somewhere hidden among the shadows like some night watchman. The large man who had limited your view of the outside shifted to wave down a waiter. At that moment you saw him. The man whom you inherited most of your physical features from ; your complexion, your hair, your smile. While your father always wore a serious expression , right then it looked like he had swallowed a bitter lemon and had become constipated . His face was unpleasant, so soured by disgruntlement you couldn’t help it - you started to giggle. Standing next your father, having a more dissatisfied expression, was his brother-in-law, Mr. Sato. Drink in hand you knew to be water. Those two were the epitome of misery. 'Party poopers' your mother had said. ……. For awhile, you kept company with Lev, his sister and Kai. It was a casual, light discussion about school, the upcoming volleyball preliminaries, what happens after graduation… Kuroo … best pet food brands - the topics got real random real fast but it was nice. You laughed freely with your friends unburdened by guilt when he appeared. “ My , you don’t see young minds so eager to learn about me everyday. I shall enlighten you youngsters. “ From the first slurred word out of his mouth you all knew …he was one of those sad guys. Before long, everyone besides you had made-up bogus excuses to leave the stranger’s presence . Abandoning you to a crappy fate . The ruby red liquid swashed and whirled inside the glass. Cranberry. A bored face gazed back at you. I should do something! You glanced around the party. Pondering the feeling of restlessness rearing it's ugly head. "And then I said to the British ambassador. .." 'Wow, I almost forgot about you, sir!' Bored, you sipped distractedly on the tart drink. Blatantly ignoring a Mr. something - something, that you vaguely recall was a secretary of something continue to entertain you with a monologue of his hot career. "they were astonished at my intellect, why the queen herself.. ." You sighed. ‘Okay, it’s time to scoot!’ When a dainty hand was placed on his fleshy shoulder the balding man pause to regard you with a raised brow. The self important man looked offended at the disruption of his long winded tail. ‘That shut him up.’ " Excuse me sir, my presence is required elsewhere. " You patted his shoulder like you were petting a dog. "We'll pick this lovely discussion up another time. Tootles!" ....... 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Turning corridor after corridor. Each hall no different from the first . ‘The study must be close. ‘ Your plum purple dress shimmered under the bright lighting, you pushed a hand inside your dress pocket. It was best to inform your parents of your whereabouts now before they start to worry and send some search party after you. There was only the little bottle of dye in that pocket. Not concerned at first you pushed your hand inside the other pocket only to discover it was empty , well you halt. Where was your phone? Your eyes dart all over the hallway. ‘Did I leave it home? No wait , when was the last time I used it?’ You scratched your head. "Well, nothing I can do. There should be a phone in the study." A minute and half later you arrived at the end of the corridor where it intersects another hallway. The fork in the road. There was a path leading right and one leading left. You were certain that the study was in one of them you just had to recall which. Now you were known for your poor, selective memory and below average sense of direction. That, in and of itself , was a problem. "Was it left or. ...?" you peered down the opposite corridor, unsure. "..was it right? Gah! It’s been so long I can 't remember. " "(F/N )–chan, what are you doing here? " You whipped you head around. Icy green pools scrutinized you. A bead of sweat ran down your perplexed face. "I was invited. " you say defensively. "Brat, I meant why are you in this corridor?" Fumiko gestures to the long, empty corridor behind her, her tailored dress twirling with the motion. "the party is this way." She grabs for your hand, intent on guiding you back like some lost child but you yanked your arm out of her grasp and back away until your back hit the wall. Then she looked at you in suspicion. Not trusting your frozen smile. "Wait. .." she drew nearer , hostile. "Are you planning to do something stupid at my grandfather’s party? If you-" You held up your hands in a placating manner. Silencing the accusations before they even start. "Please be calm captain. I'm lost, okay." you admitted. Trying hard not to stare into her mouth, at her purple tongue. So you turned your head , glancing over the sparse furnishings adorning the hall. "Eh?" The older girl tilted her head, not understanding. Just as you dread the moment prolonging the sweet sound of laughter snatches Fumiko's attention. She took a few quick steps backward. You both glanced down the right hall . Walking up the hallway are two men. Hair white from old age. Fumiko held herself like a proper lady, gone was the twisted face and intimidating aura for her grandfather and granduncle have appeared. Whatever private joke they were sharing was cast aside the moment you and the snake are spotted. Where Fumiko’s grandfather - the host - was tall and imposing his brother Yasufumi carried himself with a cheerful air. Somehow his receding hairline only added to his sunny charm. Welcoming. Coach Nekomata always wore a kind and knowing , closed eye smile that easily gained the trust of strangers. He was shorter than his brother, more plump with a nice round belly. The more approachable sibling some would claim. The eldest and taller of the two men spoke first. A nostalgic expression overtook his face as he came to stop a few feet from you. You smiled bashfully up at Mr. Nekomata. Rocking back and forth slightly on the balls of your feet. "Aww, ( F/N)-chan, it has been years since I've seen you last. I assume everything is running smoothly in your school life? Still involved in sports? " The host inquired in a patient, friendly voice, hands clasped behind his back. "Y-yes sir! " a lopsided grin adorned your flushed face . His silver hair looked so soft and silky . Fumiko scoffed and rolled her eyes. You were so easy to butter up. The lean elder brushed some invisible dust of his dress suit and in the possess pushed his grey pony tail back over his shoulder. The gesture pulled a disappointed pout from you. Unconscious of your action up to the last second you discover your fingers were inches away from playing with the silly lock of hair. Mr. Nekomata's lips curved upwards in amusement. "No hair braiding today, (F/N)- Chan." Embarrassed at having your childhood antics disclosed so shamelessly you faced away with a huff, arms crossed. A furious blush burning across your cheeks. The man chuckled. He actually chuckled while you wanted to melt through the floor tiles. "Somethings never change, do they brother ?" Coach Nekomata grins in agreement, "it appears that way. " The buff man then opened his arms wide , “Fumiko. (F/N).” he said in greeting, looking from one to the other. Eyes crinkled in a teasing smile. " Aww, my two greatest disappointments. How do you do? " Fumiko’s eyes went wide. How dare he?! "Uncle! " "Do not refer to my granddaughter as such, Yasufumi-kun. And Fumiko dare, I believe you have had enough of that fruit juice to drink." Fumiko furrowed her brow. What did the old man mean? “It is unsightly…your mouth.” While the soccer captain flustered over her grandfather’s queer remark you held your face in your hands. Totally done with the sly man's recruiting. "Won't you let that go? “ you groaned out tiredly. “You got two of us to play volleyball. Be happy." "Nuh-uh," Fumiko shook her finger. "Those two idiots were married to the game long before they met uncle." Reminded the girl tersely. Unruffled by her haughty attitude you shrugged a shoulder. This time, thinking of the pass was not a bitter taste in your mouth. Coach Nekomata just laughed it off. "You two headed for the study?" He asked with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. As observant as always. " It’s just me but... I forgot the way." " How directionally incompetent can you get?” Fumiko jeers to the left of you. Couch Nekomata pressed his lips into a thin line. Standing still, you were uncertain if a response was wise. “You are always forgetting , brat . Nothing of importance is stored in that tiny brain of yours . " She had totally dropped the good girl act forgetting who was around at the moment . The host's serene face darken just a bit upon hearing his granddaughter’s rude comment. Eyes hard, hands folded across his chest , the sudden shift in demeanor made you wary although his stern eyes were fixed on Fumiko . "You were not raised under this roof to be stuck-up ." The pompous girl wilted beneath his unrelenting glare. Coach Nekomata placed a placating hand on his brother’s back, " hey now, it was just friendly banter. Don’t be too hard on her. " He insisted , jovial. His brother was not to be persuaded. " No matter. Treat people with respect be they your friend or enemy . (F/N)-chan is my guest. You will take her to the study. Assist her with anything she needs. When the party over come to my office to learn of your punishment. Understand?" "Yes grandfather. " During the whole exchange you should have keep your eyes on the ground out of respect. Instead, you gaped in amazement at Fumiko getting scolded right before your eyes. Relishing in her humility because the way he spoke to her amused you . Finally, the snake had been put in her place . It took every shard of self-control to hold the sniggers in. Once done with her the host turned to you and apologized. Joy - you could not keep it contained, you gave a huge grin. Voice overly cheerful for someone just insulted. " It’s fine Mr. Nekomata, I’m just happy to be allowed in the study . Oh, if you see my mom or dad can you let them know where I am please? I left my phone at home. " He nodded then left with the volleyball coach, heading down the hallway Fumiko and you came from. No doubt to rejoin the party. After all , the host can’t leave his guests unattended for too long. Her hands clenched into fists and trembled with suppressed emotions . Your soul danced in elation, you would remember this for years to come. Fumiko inhaled deeply before stepping alongside you. All embarrassment wiped from her face but she avoided eye contact. "Follow me. The study is this way." Then she was marching down the left corridor. Skipping behind the soccer captain you began to whistle . Aware that the lovely, high-pitched sound annoyed the girl . Irritated, Fumiko gritted her teeth unable to last out. Not yet. You whistled even louder. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊In the study. The reading room had not changed much, however, it felt smaller. First off, the bookshelf leaden with hundreds of volumes on all genres still covered the entire left wall. In the far corner, there was a small round table tucked between two chairs where coach Nekomata and his big brother would play their favorite board game ‘go.’ Placed in the center of the room was a comfortable dark sofa with its back to the door while facing two mismatched arm chairs. A rectangular glass table sat between them. You ran your fingers over the velvety fabric along the sofas arm before taking a seat on it, this was Mr. You- Can’t- Tell -What- I’m -Thinking and your spot. Fumiko would sit on the red arm chair while he always took the grey one. To think that you would have done anything to win that guy’s affection back in middle school. How deep your heart yenned for his love. That painful longing. The misplaced passion. Hilarious . Those disillusioned feelings have died and left something beautiful in its place : an unbreakable friendship. It has been a whole year now from you last hung out with them at that festival. You really want to introduce the guys to Kuroo , you were certain they would get along. Since there was no longer a need for the phone you pulled the convenient laptop that was on the glass table closer. At first, you felt warm and cozy curled up on the sofa. Balancing a laptop on your tights. Fumiko was loitering somewhere in the background. Probably plotting your accidental death. The plan was to get actual work done on the group assignment but with that snake inside the room the feeling wasn’t there right then. You read the same line again. That makes what? Five times already? The sixth time you got frustrated and growled , with haste you closed the document, logged out of your account and exited the web page. As soon as you went to close the borrowed laptop something tickles the side of your neck , causing you to jump in surprise . Below , a furry ball now rested on your lap. Miraculously, your only response was to shudder while gazing up at the high ceiling. Heart hammering inside your chest. Silently asking for strength. "Okay...it’s probably Fumiko -chan pulling a prank. Not some fuzzy insect .....or worst a dead mouse! ' Your eyes shut on that image . You dreaded looking down. Time ticked by and nothing happened so you chanced a second look at the thing. It seemed very intimate, like it was apart of you. It looked so soft and silky and it was….. (h/c)? You froze. 'Please tell me it’s not what I think it is?! Please tell me it’s not what I think it is?! ' Gingerly, you pinched the tuff between your thumb and index finger, brought it level with your eyes and saw that your suspicion was correct. Another silky tuft got thrown over your shoulder. Floating down onto your lap. She was behind you. "Brat, did you know that when you’re doing work you’re not aware of your surroundings? Like.. .I can just chop off chunks of hair while you’re still trying to figure out up from down.” The words stung like fire ants. Mocking. “Hehe, you’re still foolish. " Unforgivable! You jumped to your feet, laptop in hand and raised to attack the girl behind the settee. She just smirked at your aggressive stance while twirling a pair of scissors around her index finger lazily. Daring you to do something rash. Anger was an unmoving ball in your throat that you have to force the words out. "You. Are. Demented! " That’s it. Fumiko was so fixated on ruining your life that she has gotten a little unhinged. Crazy witch. The switch flipped , her taunting expression was instantly replaced by rage. Fumiko grabs a fistful of her short hair, "I should have been a real witch then I could hex you into insanity. See what you’ve done to me!" she tugged on the short strains. A crazed look in those green eyes. "You two timing dog! " "I told you - never call me that again !!" People on the outside probably heard you screaming . Your blood pressure increased at an alarming rate, your whole body started to quiver from rage , "we had a deal! Remember? You agreed . I agreed that there would be a winner and a loser. " Standing with one foot on the sofa you jabbed a finger at her chest to accentuate each word. “But you bested me at something for once yet you act like a sore loser, captain. No wonder you don’t have any friends. Hah, who would want to be your friend? Get a life- oww! " Immediately, your head was being bent back, the uneven strands painfully clutched within a death grip. Your eyes start to water. Fumiko’s words were amplified by the still silence of the study. Shocking as cold water. Sharp as jagged ice. " Oy! Did you honestly think that there would be no drawbacks to your little stunt yesterday, brat?" questioned Fumiko hotly. Her hot breath hissed in your ear. You refused to answer. Then it felt like your scalp was about to be peeled right off your skull as Fumiko tightens her hold, a cool metal slipped between the strands and began to snip away at their roots. "I'm evening up the score ,brat. Don’t move…or something other than hair might get severed. " For the time you weren’t bold to challenge the warning. The laptop had fallen from your hold onto the carpeted floor. ‘Just as things start to improve this has to happen.’ Something wet ran down one cheek. ‘I'm not going to cry. I promised never would she made me cry again.’
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Update!I'm alive by the grace of my Father!
Why am I taking so long to update? Well, I worked on chapter 14 and forgot about chapter 13 which was so] long that I had to split it in two. The new chapter will soon be up. Thank you all for giving this fanfiction a chance.
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Immediately, your hair caught and your head was bent backwards, the uneven strands painfully clutched within a death grip. Your eyes started to water. Fumiko’s words were amplified by the still silence of the study. Shocking as cold water. Sharp as jagged ice. " Oy! Did you honestly think that there would be no drawbacks to your little stunt yesterday, brat?" questioned Fumiko disdainfully. Her hot breath hissed in your ear. You refused to answer. Then it felt like your scalp was about to be peeled right off your skull as Fumiko tightens her hold. A cool metal slipped between the strands and began to snip away at their roots. "I'm just going to even up the score ,brat. Don’t move…or something other than hair might get severed." For the time you weren’t brave to challenge her clear warning and went completely still. ‘Just as things start to improve this has to happen.’ Something wet ran down one cheek. ‘I'm not going to cry. I promised myself - never would she make me cry again!’ 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Love:It’s beautiful. It's crazy.Causes you to do the silliest stuff...and once you've had a taste there will simply never be enough. Woof! Your heart leapt in your throat but you screamed like a banshee nevertheless as you're pushed onto the carpeted floor by a terrifying, large dog. Thump! It pinned you there under its massive paws, blocking the light . In a panic you thrust your limbs about, struggling against its secure hold. All the while yelling for help as your very life depended on it. A wet tongue lapped at your face. Was this creature drinking your tears? You gagged on the foul smell of chicken which fanned across your face. Oh the horror. It was going to eat you! Where was everyone? "H-help! Fumiko-chan! Kotaro-kun! I'm being attacked by a beast !" The dog’s large paws pressed down on your stomach. It hurt. Your heart was on the verge of detonating from wild terror when you heard footsteps rushing toward the room. Finally, someone had come to your rescue! A sharp whistle called the tan and white shaggy beast away. Before leaving you in peace the heavy dog gave a long, slow , skin shivering lick across the face then padded over to its owner’s side by the doorway. "Hey, she licked you! " remarked a boy who had spiked up dark hair. He grinned and pointed an excited finger at you . A proud look in his golden round eyes . “Hikari trusts you already.” Warm air and the distant sounds of traffic several stories below slipped through the open window. The white curtain fluttered.‘Trust. That was it being trusting?’ At first, you stared at the yellow ,yes yellow, ceiling while getting your breathing under control. Something poked into your back so you slowly picked yourself up off the junk covered carpet . Discontent twisted your face. ‘Don’t make me laugh. There is nothing radiant about that dog.’ Now standing on weak legs you slowly crossed your arms , glowered at him then at the canine beast by his side. Oh how you yenned to chuck something at it. Vexed that the four- legged monster could look oh so innocent. As if it did not just attack its master’s guest mere seconds ago the dog nuzzled Bokuto’s leg. Its characteristically curled tail wagging in delight . Bokuto scratched behind one pointed ear then under her neck. Pleased, Hikari's tan tail beats the air faster. A proud smile crossed Bokuto’s face. "She never takes to strangers so quickly , (F/N). Hikari really likes you. " Presently, you were perturbed that Bokuto did not warn you about the super gigantic dog hiding in his bedroom still your heart soared when he gave you that look of , dare you say it, affection . Anger did little to curb the flurry of butterflies low in your belly from that one look . Still your lips started to tremble as you whispered, " Ko ... Kotaro – kun, what had she bitten me ? …. I was really scared , you Know." The carpet blurred and your fingers curl into a tight fist. Fear lingered in the heart. You had not come here for this. Guilt flashed across Bokuto’s face. His eyes dimmed for a moment only to brighten up again with an instant idea. Alarm bells rang in your ears when he knelt and extended a hand towards you , golden orbs pleading. That shaky grin was not reassuring. "Sorry for the scare , (F/N). It’s just..um .. I just knew she wouldn’t hurt you .” “Hurt me? That thing body slammed me into the carpet!” You slapped his hand aside. “Nope. Sorry ... I just can’t ,Kotaro.” Bokuto caught your arm. Instant heat flooded your cheeks that did not reach your heart. Hard eyes peered down on the boy who pressed your hand onto his cheek.“What happened to that girl who never backs down from a challenge? (F/N) doesn’t run away. Even when afraid she takes the shot because that’s who she is : determined.“ The words convicted your soul. Bokuto’s stare became intense , “Hah, I'll hold your hand as long as need be.” There was a drop of silence. Hikari turned those sad dark eyes your way. Appearing friendly all of a sudden now that she was not towering over you. “Trust me. “ whispered Bokuto. His golden eyes held a genuine promise. You shut the world out and felt yourself being led forward. One step.Your throat itched. ‘One leap is all it would take for that tan monster to make a chew toy out of my neck.’Followed by another. ‘What if I contract rabies? I’ll go crazy - might even take my own life!’Then another .‘What reason does this strange animal have to befriend me? She’s just waiting for me to get within striking distance.’Your hand came in contact with the furry monster; all horrid thoughts vanished. Fumiko stepped on chewing gum upon entering the room with some garbage bags in hand, grunted , saw the spectacle and stepped back to lean against the doorway. Green eyes casually took in the scene. Bokuto and her friend were cooing over a giant dog she had not seen before. From her relaxed state it was apparent that Fumiko was totally comfortable being a hands reach away from the large dog that could easily maul her. "Aah , this must be what angel hair is like. " you gushed , wrapping your arms around the sweet dog without a second thought . Hikari's heavenly soft fur felt like nothing you have ever touched. Cool. Silky. Relaxing . Hikari licked your face ... she liked the hug. “You truly are a sweet girl , Hikari. Are you not? So huggable! “ you cooed , fingers carding through medium length fur. In under seconds you had become fond to playing with Hikari's luxurious coat. She rewards you with a short lick on the cheek for the compliment. “ I know right ." Agreed Bokuto then he became aware of the presence by the doorway . Merriment lit up those round sunshine eyes of his imploring Fumiko to pet Hikari. "Hey Fumiko, wanna pet her ?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. At first, it seemed Fumiko would cave under his pushy attitude only for the athletic teen to arch her back , stretching her arm and shoulder muscles . Sighing in content when her joints popped. What joy." Pass Bokuto. I’m a cat person, alright ." proclaimed Fumiko slowly before tossing the garbage bags onto the carpet. Ah, the reason you two were over at boy's house on a Sunday. Fumiko popped her hands on her hips . Business mode switched on. Those green irises called Bokuto and Hikari and you to attention. Enough play. It was time to clean up this man cave.…….. No matter how much junk everyone piled into the garbage bags there was always more to beheld. Seemingly an endless supply of garbage. Armed with latex gloves , face masks and pink aprons the team attacked the filthy place. Hikari deserted the battlefield only minutes in. At one point, a dead spider dropped on Fumiko's nose when she was dusting the ceiling fan. Screaming like a banshee as you had done a short while ago she fled the room and remained out in the hall for a solid five minutes to calm down. Fifteen minutes since the clean up started and the three of you were no closer to achieving a tidy room . Progress was agonizingly slow. Over by the small book shelf a confused Fumiko struggled to make some order of Bokuto's cd collection . Oh and she hadn’t come across one book. Well, something related to school work. Still... Fumiko was exasperated and calls over her shoulder. “Dude, do you even have books for school? ‘Cause I haven’t seen any it’s beginning to worry me.“ “About that, I keep my books out in the living room since I don’t want to lose any in this mess.” explained a muffled deep inside the closet. Bokuto had gotten lost inside his own closet . Now and then a thump would be heard from his fumbling around. What was he doing in there? In the dark? 'I have my own problems.’ You thought and gave a nonchalant shrug . Your corner of the room had cleared up nicely of junk despite the mass clutter present, mainly around Fumiko and who knows what war Bokuto was fighting inside his walk-in closet. Humming a rock medley you knelt on the yellow carpet. One glove clad hand reached under the lumpy bed to touch something hard and soggy , you shuddered at the strange wet and gooey sensation . Steeling your nerves for what would most likely be a bone chilling sight you pulled it out and the need to vomit hit you right away. In your hand was a takeout plate of overdue ramen. Oh the gooey top bubbled ! And it smelled. A putrid order filled the medium sized room. Quick , you chucked the offending sight into a garbage bag while fighting to keep your breakfast down. "Hey, guys. Ms. Bokuto prepared some ... What died?" Akaashi stood in the threshold of the door holding a pizza wrap . Nose wrinkled at the bad smell he gave you a flat look. What is that smell? Hands cupped over your nose you vehemently regretted discarding that face mask once all the dust had be vacuumed. “overdumrmm .“ The boy raised both brows.A quick breathe. “Overdue ramen!” A tear of torture escaped your eye . Fumiko made a disgusted face , padding over and frowning at the garage bag emitting the putrid smell. She nodded. "Yeah. Cooked food shouldn't be stored under a bed. Bokuto - san, what were you thinking , dude? Oh it smells like an open grave in here . I’m out. " hand held over nose Fumiko slipped pass Akashi and out of the rank room . At that moment Bokuto managed to pull his head out of his closet . Bringing down a heap of mismatched clothes . “I keep telling you , Miko , my room’s not that smelly . Besides, with all these extra hands it shall be sparkling clean in no time!" he declared, hands pumped in the air like Superman about take to the skies . His exuberance faltered upon realizing only you were there. A dingy sock flopped on his hair . You tied the garbage bag then gave it Bokuto. Smiling despite the smelly turn of evens. The stench had began to give you a headache. Bokuto held the bag although he seemed lost on what to do with it. This guy was too much. “ Let us finish this later after lunch. I. Am. Starrrving ." As you were talking someone’s tummy growled out for food. You gave Bokuto a knowing look. " And so are you, big owl. "……………👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Fumiko, Akaashi, Bokuto , his mother and you were having a quick snack in the cool kitchen. Following the remark by your friend on hand washing your cheeks burned in shame for you had forgotten! Thank God for Akaashi who squirted a generous dollop of hand sanitizer into your open palms. Man was he convenient. You thanked him, rubbed your hands together then grabbed the plumpest pizza wrap. Fumiko shook her head , eyes closed. You raised an eyebrow, “What? It’s free food.” Then eyes were on you. Her eyes. She possessed mid back length, straight dark hair. Her round , golden orbs were a perfect copy of her son’s alert eyes. Bokuto’s mother assessed you in plain sight. “It’s good?” she challenged, one eyebrow raised. Daring you speak ill of her cooking. “Um…“ you coughed. “Could use a bit more salt- but that is my preference. It's nice. Re-really good!” Once the words passed your lips you wanted to pull them back. ‘I just indirectly said I don't like her food! Real smooth , (F/N).’ The woman burst into laughter, disarming your fright in an instant. “That’s what I thought too . But somebody gave me the heads up that you gals don't appreciate the salt.“ She eyed her son who began to whistle , looking elsewhere. Ms. Bokuto put her chin over her hand , giving off a motherly smile. “ You’re okay.” Bokuto’s mother was not what you expected. More like a big sister to the boy than his mom. She spoke to him in a such an open manner one might mistake their ages as being the same. Her candidness was admirable. Above all else she supported her son’s dreams and passions wholeheartedly. Being his first and biggest fan. "Ain’t you a star? Leading the team to victory in straight sets ." Standing, the older woman had one arm slung over her son's shoulder, the next on her hips. She wore a toothy smile . Less than three savory treats remained on the platter.“I blew the crowd away with last spike.” said Bokuto."Yes. Yes. They were speechless . It’s not everyday a player’s pants drop to their ankles during a match. It was a … show stopper .” remarked Bokuto’s mother in a serious tone. " No one saw it coming. " Bokuto puffed up his chest with pride. You nodded. " It was memorable..." Akashi added dryly. Recalling how Bokuto's underwear had 'ACE' on it. Ms. Bokuto nodded rapidly , " I heard the ladies fainted from shock. Speaking of ladies, " an arm dropped around your shoulders while her yellow eyes pinned Fumiko. " Which one of you lucky gals is dating my boy?" Floored, Fumiko sipped at her drink that much slower while you gaped; unable to string together simple words for a reply. Flustered by the frank question. Bokuto chuckled , "take a wild guess ,mom ." The woman narrowed her eyes looking slowly from one girl to the next in deep thought. Both of them avoided eye contact .Akaashi took a long sip of his drink. Noon day light poured into the living area. Cars hooked their horns . The bustle of the streets below was background music yet the only sound because the girls remained silent. Bokuto’s mother pouted at that , arms crossed. Then she huffed dramatically . “Give me a break. One of you must have a crush on my boy. He’s famous. A superstar. Just look at this guy.” The woman rushed to her son’s side and began waving his arms about. Bokuto hooted. By now, Fumiko's glass was empty yet your friend kept the glass to her lips. Sipping air. Meanwhile, you devoured that last wrap and wondered where it went. Ms Bokuto was not giving up. “Aww, someone is crushing hard on Kotaro. I just know it. Your silence convicts you both!” Bokuto sat there proud as a peacock. Then it happened . Akaashi grinned , giving you a scheming look. Cloaked in pretend innocence you shrugged a shoulder before looking elsewhere. But Bokuto's mother saw the exchange. She inclined her head in your direction and smiled in a coy manner that said 'it’s you.’ Deep inside you burned to throttle Akaashi. ‘ She knows! My secret is out! Akaashi , you traitor!’ Face inflamed, you needed to distract yourself from thinking about that fact so you reached for the last pizza wrap only to grasp air. You blinked. There was nothing in the spot where the pizza wrap should be. Someone was crewing. You looked up and frowned. Akaashi nibbled on the treat which belonged to you . Sensing your indignant stare the setter quickly turned his head away. Don’t play innocent Akaashi! Then Ms Bokuto laughed , startling everyone . She walked around the counter. Opened the baker door. Right away a delicious scent filled the air. “I didn’t think such a little girl could consume so much food. “ she smirked at you. Fumiko and Bokuto snickered ; you pushed a loose strand behind your ear self-consciously. Akaashi still nibbled away on his stolen snack . Before long a full platter of warm pizza wraps had replaced the empty one. Ms Bokuto rested her hands on her hips , posing in a manner so alike to her son’s. “Eat up. You kids need the food to recharge because after this, it’s straight back to cleaning.” 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. You were over at friend’s house. Earlier in the week the boy had asked for your help in a subject he was having some trouble with ; Probability. That surprised you. Maybe you expected too much from the second year. Wiping your dry hands on your school skirt you confessed to not being as academic as the community thought. “I have to study way , waaayyy in advance just to keep up with my brilliant classmates. Like anyone else I struggle in areas. It is a constant fight keeping my high GPA.” Biting your lips, you glanced at him before looking at your nails. “ While I am flattered by your confidence I’m only human , Akaashi. So please don’t paint me as this perfect being. “ It was a humble request that left the setter speechless. He gaped unsurely and suddenly looked uncomfortable standing inside your classroom. Through those steel blue eyes you witnessed Akaashi plan his next course of action. He had made a mistake. How should he proceed? Apologize then leave quickly? All his thinking ceased when your face lit up with a carefree smile and you bumped a fist into his chest. “How about we power through this together, hmm? Two heads are better than one.” Under the shade of the back porch Akaashi and you were tucked away from the brunt of the sweltering heat. Stretched out on lounge chairs the both of you leisurely sipped on strawberry daiquiris . The sun crept over to the west . Hot moist air blew. Rustling the leaves of the many fruit trees whose limbs hung over from the neighbor's side of the fence. Hugging space from the little strip of land Akaashi called a back yard. “They still at it?” Akaashi sighed and sat up, peeked over at the lawn then laid back on the chair. “… She's not giving in.” “Why can't Fumiko fall over like a normal human , huh?” Akaashi smiled. You closed your eyes. Watching Bokuto teach Fumiko some basic volleyball skills was boring since she adapted so easily! “Look alive! Bokuto’s about to set for Hashimoto.” Akaashi sat up quickly, spilling some of his drink on you. You didn't hear the apology but craned your neck forward . Indeed, Fumiko held a decent form ready to receive the ball. Once Fumiko was all set Bokuto sent a low toss her way. A pretty easy toss to hit. The ball bounced of her cupped hands straight at Akaashi's forehead. Thud! It knocked him off the lounge chair , ricocheting through the open door into the kitchen. Crash! Bang! For each item that fell on the kitchen floor with a clang everyone cringed . Fumiko turned green. Bokuto was stuck between being a witness and running away. After the racket a beat of tense silence followed where no one dared breathe . Before long, a middle aged man in a red shirt came out. He wore rectangular glasses . In his meaty hand sat a red, green and white ball. “You kids lose something?” asked Akaashi’s father in a teasing tone. He performs a push serve aimed at Bokuto who actually spiked it over the fence. Something broke. You blinked. Akaashi father was gone. You blinked again. Bokuto and Fumiko were gone. Palm on your forehead you began to mummer. “ Bokuto must have broken the neighbor’s flowerpot again. Urgh, Mr Hoshi is going to cuss up a storm . That's the third time this month!”“Mr. Hoshi is out of town for the weekend leaving Mrs. Suzuki to watch over the yard. She’s deaf. “ supplied Akaashi . His flat tone was endearing. Putting a smile on your face . Akaashi continued in that bland voice , brushing the dust off his clothes. “ Fumiko and Bokuto went to the store by the corner for a new flowerpot to replace Mr Hoshi's broken one. They are going to need a new plant and some soil.” From your forehead to your head you played with your hair, wondering who would cook for those kids. “Let’s head inside , they won’t be back for a hour. They will want something nutritious to eat as well.” As he talked someone got the kitchen back in order. Leaving the glasses on the porch you joined Akaashi by the back door.“It’s nice to know there is someone to watch over the children in my absence.” You patted his shoulder on the way pass . Akaashi follows you through the back door into the kitchen.“... actually … you’re the irresponsible, younger sister.”“I’m not the mother of the group?” you asked flummoxed , and rested your elbows on the countertop. The boy did not answer. He went to the fridge, opened the door and took a few items out. Although his back faced you , you knew his lips were curled up from amusement. Grinning as well you shook your head . “Thank you. You’re an awesome friend Akaashi . “ You meant it. There was a focused look on Akaashi's face as he laid the items out on the kitchen counter. He was thinking. But when was he not? You inclined your head. “Akaashi , you do know you’re brilliant, right? I just wanted you to know that I know you know you’re a capable guy.” Again, Akaashi did not respond. The boy went to the cabinets for more items and a pot which he filled with water before setting on the stove. You added a pinch of salt to the water . Akaashi places a cover on the pot . Then he faced you.“We have not known each other for long but I feel that I can trust you with my life. “ His tone was elegiac. Although his body was right there his mind was light-years away . Walking up to the setter who was only slightly taller than you , you reached out to ruffle his dark hair. Warmth filled your heart. The short, soft strands flicked in each and every direction at once. So deep in though Akaashi did not take notice of the affectionate gesture but his reminiscing called forth a thought to your own mind. A friendship built on trust and experience is like a strong wall not easily broken. One that would stand the test of time. How long have you been besties with Fumiko ? Almost a decade. While Fumiko was greatly admired for her leadership skills many students found her serious demeanor intimidating. She had very few friends beside you. On the other hand , you got along well with anyone. People usually enjoyed being in your company until that point they witness your less admirable traits. Then they would back off – no longer interested in knowing the little quirks that made up the real you. In essence, you have many, many fake friends with only a few , not even a handful, of reliable friends . But there was only one true friend; Fumiko Hashimoto. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 A few months ago… A gentle breeze blew over the grounds of Mori Junior high, a private school nestled in the center of the city . Not a wisp of cloud marred the baby blue sky : the sun was out in all its glory. It was a great day to be outdoors. Cherry blossoms filled the air and covered the school ground. Scattered around the campus were students dressed in immaculate uniforms having lunch: they sat on the lawn, under shady trees and on benches . By the rear gate of the school was parked a sleek ocean blue bus . Heads turned to watch the large group of intimidating females stride out of it onto the quad. Mori Junior high girls' soccer club : one of the strongest teams in Tokyo. Their dark blue sport jackets were opened and flopped about in the breeze. Leading the group was two of the strongest players. Their fierce captain; Fumiko Hashimoto ,was fit , had two waist length auburn braids and hazel eyes. Striding beside her was the team’s ace and Hashimoto's BFF ; (F/N)( L/N). Better known to the soccer community as Black Comet. For each step Fumiko took you made three just to keep up because your legs were shorter. It was your last year of junior high. After fifteen years height no longer bothered you. It sure did nothing to diminish your performance at games. Suddenly, you stopped walking . Up on the school roof was a guy dressed all in pink with a pair of puffy white wings strapped to his back. He held two bags above his head and started to sing some foreign love song. “Who’s that clown?” Max, a third year defender on the team, asked . You ate your reply when some random guy butted in. Squeezing his large body between you two. “Who cares?” he interrupted before great barks of laughter shook his entire being. “He’s totally hilarious!” Back on the roof , the pink boy was now shaking his man buns like a rooster . While the random guy laughed you pinched your nose ; his breathe smelled of rotten garlic and fish! Not pleasant at all. Peering at pink clown on the roof once more your eyes narrowed in recognition. You knew that voice! All around the campus, a hubbub of excitement intermix with mild criticism had broken out. Some kids made fun of his raspy voice. He couldn’t hold a key to save his life. Others whipped out their cell phones to begin recording the show. A large crowd gathered around the area , encompassing Fumiko and you along with the rest of the team. Next thing everyone knew candy was falling from the sky. It rained down on the crowd. One plopped on top of Fumiko's head. Another hit that random guy right in the eye. Immediately, students scrambled across the green lawn and concrete for the free sweets that were not allowed on campus. ‘Hmm. I have not had anything sweet all day.’ A firm hand dropped on your shoulder.“Don’t even think about it.” Fumiko side - eyed you. Looking the other way, you huffed for she acted like you had no self control. So you grumbled. “Who would want dirty candy ? Not me.” Inside your heart cried out, betrayed. On the edge of the crowd was a small boy dutifully collecting all the candy wrappers tossed without a care to the ground . His gazed locked on you. Steel blue eyes peered into your soul briefly then his attention returned to his self impose task. You recall having met him once at the library. He called you senpai and he was respectful. Like the other egotistic seniors you loved your senpai status . You glanced at the captain. She was being entertained by pink clown’s terrible singing.“What an idiot. He actually did what Konoha-san said.” Fumiko commented.“Hmm.” “But he’s kinda cute…and stupidly brave.” Here, a tiny smile dotted her face. Like a second head just grew out of Fumiko's shoulder you stared. Horrified. “… Senpai, you have a weird way of sounding insultingly nice. Did you know that?” As soon as the words were out Fumiko trapped you in a headlock. “Oy, stop calling me senpai. I’m not that old, you brat!” she dragged her hard knuckles back and forth viciously across your head. “Oww! I get it!” The torture continued. “…You like him?” She paused and clicked her tongue. “…He’s not so bad.” Then Fumiko released you. Together, the both of you watch him be led away by an upset teacher. The crowd broke apart . As the noonday sun accentuated his profile and radiant grin a love song played within your heart. Oh, you definitely knew him – he was in your class. A cherry blossom stuck to your forehead. You smiled coyly. Contemplating. Finally you shook your head. “For once I agree with you, captain.” Cupid had shot an arrow. Inside your chest the heart thumped just a beat faster… 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 There had been some boys who showed interest in you. As something was always missing you turned each one down . There was no zing . Never a connection…your heart was not drawn to them. But that day someone finally caught your attention. It was near impossible not to fall for this unique character. Kotaro Bokuto was a boy of average height and build ; the embodiment of the school’s motto. ‘Never a wasted moment.’ Some would say that his large , yellow , vigilant eyes were Bokuto’s most notable feature closely followed by his spiked dark hair. It was his attitude that captured your heart. He owned a confidence many could only wish for. This guy carried himself like each day was his last. Like the earth needed the sun to sustain life you suddenly needed him to light up your world. All at once, there was a space inside your packed heart. Like a bee enticed by the sunflower you were hopelessly drawn to him. No more was it enough to watch Bokuto put on a show at morning assembly or wait for him to announce his arrival every time he came to class. You started to seek him out. All day. Everyday . You followed him - when you had the opportunity. Soccer was a demanding sport. Not that you minded but when given the chance Fumiko and you would trail Bokuto. Your best friend Fumiko and you had developed an unhealthy crush on a certain boy which began quite small. Innocent really . Although your teammates teased that the both of you were obsessed with a weirdo you two admired his athletic capabilities and swagger. This obsessive nature led to stalking the eccentric guy but never outright approaching him. Until one day…. Something felt different . Fumiko suggested that the weather had gotten warmer thus you were just a summer baby. There must be more to it than that you thought. But you could not place a finger on the exact reason why. As you slipped behind a hedge with Fumiko, target standing some mere feet away it clicked . Luck. Yes. That was the feeling upsetting your heart. Your veins hummed with expectance. Deep down your soul was assured which caused your heart to become unnaturally calm as if good fortune was right around the corner . Or as grandma says ‘the wind was blowing in my favor. ‘ 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Squatting behind the hedges were two girls peeking at their crush who chatted with his friend some feet away. They swooned over the guy. Holding their hearts and fanning themselves. His eyes were molten gold. Warm and soothing like the last sunsets of summer. His hair was wild and dark. Like an explosion captured in time. When he laughed your heart singed in joy. Fumiko closed her eyes to image she was the reason for Bokuto's joy while you talked endlessly of how you would died contented if you could just hold his hand once. How well yours would fit in his. He was beautiful. "Fumiko, he's looking this way! Would should we do? " you asked with a giggle, cheeks dusted red. " Let's talk to him. " suggested your best friend . Fumiko had been braiding her long, brown hair when Bokuto paused for a moment to stare where you two were hiding. She quickly tied the end of her braid with a ribbon then turned to find you freaking out at her logical idea. "Gahhh! Are you mad girl?" you gripped her shoulders in alarm. "We can't do that. He's too cool to approach! " Fumiko lifted one auburn brow. “ What’s the problem? Bokuto- san must have figured out we’re here ... watching him.” Both boys heard a screech from behind. For once Bokuto paused his humorous tail to study the fidgeting bush . What could be disturbing the tree when the air was so still? Was it an animal? "Akaashi, you heard that right? Sounds like a dying raccoon. " Akaashi squinted, "No. We’re being watched." Bokuto perks up . "Let's go check it out." There was no time for Akaashi to stop the boy. Bokuto strutted off to satisfy his sudden curiously without a backwards glace. You pulled your green eyed friend closer. Dead leaves and twigs clung to ends of Fumiko’s braids which rested on the ground. "Let's just continue to stalk him. Okay? " Against spying on someone for another second Fumiko folded her hands. Wrinkled her forehead and puffed out her cheeks, "What? Again? Bugs are biting me . .. I wanna speak to him." she pressed."Hmmm, I don't know ?" you mused with no intent to consider her appeal. Watching him was sooo much fun. Reality tv could never compare. You parted the leaves and peered through the gap. Your blood ran cold. Bokuto was gone! All of a sudden, a head appeared right beside yours. Your heart jumped. "Why are you spying on me?" whispered a familiar voice , peppermint breath fanning across your face. Bokuto rubbed his nose and continued, “When you can simply talk to me. I don’t bite , ya know!” Red blooms across your face. Starting from the tip of your ear right down to your neck. Your entire body trembled in excitement from the close proximity . For a moment you feasted on his boyish smile in pleasant shock. Speech abandoned Fumiko. The girl could not bring any works out so choked on disbelief. One second her friend had been peering out the gap in the hedge and the next second he showed up. Is this real? A hand was placed atop her chest. Over her weak heart . Ba bump! Ba bump ! Frozen in place, she nodded to herself. Yeah, this is no dream. None other than her crush had caught them in the act of spying - he must think they're creepy now. You bowed your head once. Assuming the roll of the responsible one when knowing you were anything but . "W-we didn't mean to spy on you!" A white lie tumbled from your lips. Shoulders squared you looked Bokuto in the eyes. " It is just ..um .. my friend admires you but is super shy to approach you since we - she thinks you’re so cool!. " Was it the sunshine or the fact that he smelt wonderful got a short girl like you coy. Fanning yourself while blushing madly, you would bat those beautiful eyes every now and then. The desire was plain in your silky voice . “You are so … so amazing , Bokuto. I forgot how to speak for moment there.” Then pointing a thumb at your friend still sitting on the dirt. “But don’t worry about Fumiko , she doesn’t say very much.” Feeling thrown under the bus Fumiko gave your shank a good , swift kick . You stumbled forward. Crashed into Bokuto and you both fell. Despite the pain your eyes lit up for you had fallen right onto Bokuto’s broad chest. The world vanished as the two of you stared at each other. “Wow. Your eyes have the color of sparkling champagne. Pretty.” Your eyes wondered. His lips were so close. Had he been a bit shorter that could have been an accidental kiss. The thought put a goody grin on your face. Thankfully, only your friend was aware of your swooning . Fumiko deadpanned while Bokuto laughed good-naturedly at the adorable girl , "I’m flattered. So you two wanna be my friends , hah? " Then the boy stood up, pulling you to your feet in the process. He gave your toned shoulders a light squeeze . Instead of taking the hint you clung tighter to his uniform . Rumpling the pressed fabric of his school shirt. Bokuto likened you to a koala. "I must be pretty amazing to get the attention of stars? But of course I'm awesome. I am the ace of Mori junior high , after all . " "Can I? I meant we- we can hang out together then?" It sounded too good to be true . Hopeful, you bit your lip and crossed your fingers behind your back....... Hands folded across his chest Bokuto bestowed a heavy stare on the girls. Cloud cover cast a harsh shadow over his features. “...Sure. " That one word did it.“Yes! Yes! Yes! I knew it.” Screamed the shorter girl. “See, Fumiko – chan, I knew something good would happen today. “ gloated (F/N) in a loud voice. It gained some curious looks from the other students which she ignored. She ran and hugged her friend . Fumiko yelled at (F/N) to stop being childish but patted her back anyhow. While not vibrating with energy like (F/N) the taller girl seem pleased . (F/N) held onto Fumiko's arms and spun them both around in a circle. Bokuto scratched his head, a large , goofy grin adorning his sun kissed face. He soaked in the attention. These girls were amusing . Soon he found himself swaying around with his new friends. The green eyed girl held one hand, her brunette braids dancing in the breeze. (F/N) held his other hand , her smile was pretty while she giggles without a care. Someone let go and they all collapsed on the grass . Winded but every much happy. Akaashi watched the exchange from a distance with apparent disinterest. Lunch break was almost over and he hadn’t anything decent to eat. His tummy rumbled. It was chewing on itself. Soon, he'll bowl over if he did not find some substance. Bokuto lay on the ground chuckling with the two girls. One of which he had met in the library. Akashi had thought of a dozen scenarios to quickly bail his friend out of trouble if the meeting with their stackers suddenly when down hill. By this point Akaashi’s intervention was null. With a deep breath he approached the trio who were just getting to their feet . Bokuto noticed him first. “I'm hungry.” was Akaashi way of greeting. Steel blue eyes fell on the female stackers who waved. “ Um, you girls can come along if you want. " The odd feeling that hang in his got all day was forgotten the moment they all hooked arms to make way for the cafeteria.
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“Alright, those assignments are due today. I’ll be collecting them at the end of class." A chorus of unhappy groans punctuated the teacher’s opening remarks. Equally unhappy, the man raked his meaty fingers through his hair.“Oh, stop complaining ya lazy bunch. Now listen up, “ he placed both hands on the desk, staring each student in the eye. “We’ll be learning about…” For Bokuto the lesson became background noise as the self-proclaimed ace fidgeted in his seat beside (F/N). Orange eyes drilling holes through the desk in hope a miracle would occur. Sweat accumulated on his forehead from the mental kicking Bokuto gave himself . ‘What can I do?’ rang in his mind repeatedly. If (F/N) noticed his stressed out state she must have decided it wasn’t important and simply focused on the lesson. Bokuto didn’t fault her. His problems were not hers. Although, it would be nice if she did check up on him. Then the urge to look up hit, Bokuto raised his head and locked eyes with the tallest boy in class ,who also had the meanest face, glowering back at him. Oh, his fingers were drumming on the desk. They stop.“Sorry,” was all Bokuto said to Tatsuki Washio. The boy faced forward with a guttural grunt. Bokuto returned to sweating. If he start the homework now, he still wouldn’t finish it before class ended. But a poor grade was better than no grade at all. Gloom began to cover the boy’s mind when a tap on the arm got his attention, pulling Bokuto out of that hopeless pit. A book had been pushed into his desk. (FN)'s focus never left the teacher as she spoke lowly. Words meant for his ears only brought hope to a hopeless situation. "No worries. Just borrow mine.“Tears welled up in his eyes. Bokuto swore he saw heavenly beams of light rain down on her. (F/N) was like a second Akaashi. Convenient. Kotaro Bokuto was scatterbrained and so were you. Sometimes. Yet, you were not obvious to love. Unlike Bokuto who remained frustratingly clueless to the massive hints that you liked him. Since he was a simple, frank guy just saying how you feel should fix that problem. However, confessing your feelings to him was not an option as it would break the fragile truce you had struck with your best friend. You would not put your friendship on the line for some boy. Ever.…….. During lunch break ‘Grandma swears that the way to a young man’s heart is through his belly. Operation : win Bokuto’s love now commencing.’ Lunchtime at Mori Junior high was a noisy affair. You sat at a more quiet corner bench with your friends, right beside Akaashi and across from Fumiko and Bokuto. Your hands felt clammy. You slowly opened the bento box and peered down at the meal you worked so hard on. A scrumptious smell assaulted the senses. Purrrfect. It was for him after all. Fumiko was eating some leafy thing. Two boxes of milk right beside her salad. Does that girl love milk more than life? Amused by her dairy cravings, you shook your head. Bokuto was on his last burger. Then there was Akaashi. He had a humble lunch. Was he really satisfied with that little serving? Something that small could never fill you up. The moment had come. Quickly drying your palms on your skirt, it was like cotton balls stopped up your ears as the noise fell away to silence ; your heartbeat became slower. He was right there. Pasting on a smile more confident than you felt you grabbed the bento box and called out to the boy. "Hey, Kotaro-kun.” Curious eyes started to turn your way. Excitement pumped throughout your veins for three seconds before the energy fizzled out. Somehow, his full attention was absorbed by Fumiko. Golden eyes studied the fancy salad. Bokuto asked about her lunch. His answer? A hearty sample of that tasteless green food. When he chewed, childish wonder spread across his face and Bokuto gave her two thumbs up. They were in their own bubble , he'd forgotten about you. “Oh! (F/N)-chan, you wanted something?” mumbled your crush, his cheeks full and plump like a balloon. Click! Slightly dazed, the boy blinked twice while you giggled behind your purple phone. “Sorry. Sorry. I should have warned you.” Your tone was light but no merriment shone in your eyes. “Ha-ha. See, I need a new background.” You lied. ‘Who said pretending to be content was enjoyable again?’ Akaashi and Fumiko were curious so you leaned over the table some to wave the phone before their faces. But you kept the device in front of Bokuto for the longest moment. Your tongue tasted bitter, his cheeks should be stuffed with your food. ‘When will you notice me?’ you thought. Nevertheless that faux smile refused to disappear. “See? You’re so cute.” ….. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 By no means was Bokuto a slouch, yet he must admit it felt real good to be pampered by two lovey girls every now and then. Ever since finding them behind those hedges then inviting the girls to become his friends , he never experienced such bliss . Showing up at his house on weekends to clean his room , helping his mom with dinner. Bringing him after practice snacks. Combing his hair. And the hugs. The hugs were his favorite. Akaashi did not approve. "You two are spoiling him. When Bokuto reaches high school he won't be able to do anything for himself." Their respond was no surprise. Both girls beamed at him and chorused, "It's fine. He'll have me!" Then the two glared at each other. He exhaled in resignation. Bid the girls goodbye then turned around to make his way home. No one can say he didn't warn them. …….👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊The view from the top. A once in a lifetime experience in volleyball that your friends, Bokuto and Akaashi, tried to explain to you many times without success. You couldn’t grasp the concept or relate to the thrill of seeing over the blockers heads. Volleyball was as appealing as broccoli covered in vinegar for you. Pretending to be intrigued with the indoor sport quickly became a tiresome affair. Fumiko and your passion lied in the blood rushing, heart pounding, thrilling sport called soccer. But Bokuto loved volleyball. How could you not appreciate something that made him happy? How could you muster the energy, that genuine excitement, that made Bokuto glow whenever volleyball is mentioned? How long before he realizes you’re not entirely truthful…? These thoughts swirled around in your mind while you sat under the cool shade of a large tree with your back against its trunk. On your left sat Bokuto and Fumiko sat beside him while sitting to your right was Akaashi. As if summoned by your guilt Bokuto asked a question which you had been dodging for months. “We have a practice match against Musashi next Tuesday. Are you coming? ”Bokuto's smile was so warm and bright that your heart started galloping, you quickly searched for something else to focus on. Grass. Look at the grass. Bokuto pressed closer to you, in that moment you swore that your heart flew away. Did he know what he was doing to your poor heart? “You should come, (F/N)-chan! The team needs you.” His voice was earnest. Full of longing. I don’t want to disappoint Bokuto.But…I don’t want to attend a volleyball match either. It was said that one should never call sickness upon themselves yet you wanted nothing more than to be in Fumiko’s shoes. The girl had a sprained ankle and was told not to put any weight on it for several days. Enough time to miss that game while remaining in Bokuto’s good light. Ah, if only life was that convenient.You pulled a few blades of grass absentmindedly.Everyone waited on your answer. “ I am a bit curious, Kotaro-kun. Really, I would come to your games but soccer practice runs at the same time and I’m vice captain. Coach Kim isn't merciful to cutters.”“That’s a no then,” Akaashi piped up. You wanted to punch Akaashi but only pinched his arm instead. He wasn’t being helpful. Fumiko snickered behind her hand. All the while, Bokuto looked between the three of you, not an inkling of what when down.“There’s a practice match today...,” he started to say when a booming rumble sounded from above. Just then a drop of water hit your cheek. "Huh? " Everyone looked up to see the once blue sky rapidly darkening to a mute, gloomy grey. Everyone scrambled to get on their feet. Overhead, a streak of light rushed by then the heavens cracked and roared with thunder. The clouds released their load upon the earth. "It’s raining!" cried Fumiko, struggling to stand up. Everyone was ready to make a mad dash for cover, Bokuto scooped Fumiko up in his strong arms then bolted. Akaashi threw his blazer over your head and shoulders. "You get sick easily." He explained while taking your hand in his. You wanted to protest, “That's so not true. Besides, you’re being soaked to the bone! " "Let's go!" A squeeze was all the warning you got from Akaashi before being dragged to safely. Leaving the once pleasant spot under the tree behind. The heavy rain battered your bodies like bullets as everyone ran for the school building. Despite the chilly rain that drenched their body, their boundless laughter echoed across the school yard. And your hand felt very warm for some reason. Without warning, without notice, what was once a plan to earn some boy’s affection slowly grew into a beautiful, blossoming friendship. Maybe, just maybe, attending one game could be a good thing.….👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You raced up the concrete steps of the sports areas , just then a man exited it and you darted inside before the door closed behind him. Cool air chilled you, it sent up a shiver but you did not stop rushing ahead for the fact that his game began nearly an hour ago. Bokuto was a starter and you had promised to be standing in the stands cheering him on. There was no fear nor excitement thrumming your heartbeat. I'm late!Just the aching need to be present .I'm late! A sincere plead to the universe to grant one request. I’m late!Please….Let me show Kotaro-kun my support. In the center of the walkway lay a stray water jug that you spot a second too late before your foot stepped on it. Then the world tilted slowly as you fell backwards, a startled scream living your lips. Bright lights blinded your vision. The pain…it never came. Your back never met the hard ground because someone caught you. A man. He nestled your body; one arm was wrapped around your waist and your arm pressed against his firm chest. You felt his rapid heartbeats through his sports jacket. It ran a rhythm identical to yours. His masculine scent totally enveloped you, knocking your trouble into the next century . You didn’t want to move. ‘I can die happily here.’ You thought, a satisfied smirk punching up your cheeks. Too soon, strong arms placed you back on your feet. That’s when your eyes snapped open to find a volleyball team passing while a slightly deep voice spoke behind you."Careful now, miss. No running in the halls, okay." You spun around and bowed to the stranger. "Of course! Thank you." You spoke quickly and out of breath, heart still hammering inside your chest from the scare but when you straighten up the boy was already walking away with his team. You never caught his face. That didn’t stop you from drinking in his physique. He had nice features. Tall. Lanky. Awesome bed hair. Suddenly you felt warm and fuzzy, it was like your body knew something that your brain, for whatever reason, refused to remember. His back seemed oddly familiar , your eyes became narrow as you studied him. Why...why does it feels like I know him!’ When the team had long left the vicinity you still stood there, in the middle of the hall, staring in to the unclear pass. Just then someone tapped your shoulder, recalling you to the present time and place. "Hey, you actually came to support us," they said, a sound of disbelief brewing below the surface.You put one hand akimbo and pouted, "Akaashi, you make it sound like you had little faith in me. I said I’ll tryyy to make it and I did. But I'm too late. The game’s over now." When you started talking it was with strong conviction but the sass in your voice died out at the end. Allowing the regrets to come forth. Your shoulders drooped. This was supposed to be your first official volleyball match. Akaashi nodded as if he understood. Just then, gloom surrounded the both of you like a grey fog. Alerting you that Bokuto had come, all droopy ears and sullen eyes. He seemed lost. You leaned towards Akaashi and whispered worryingly, "Did – did we lose? "“Nah. He’s just sore that the opposing team’s middle blocker kept targeting his spikes.” Akaashi was immune to his friend’s gloom parade. He smiled on the side at your surprise and drank some water.Bokuto had entered your personal space, now his hand rested on your shoulder, when he confessed what really took his moral down your heart when out to him. "That middle blocker called me a baby owl. Said I was flightless." You and Akaashi exchanged glances before you began to speak . Projecting more volume into your words then necessary. "Oh Kotaro-kun, they’re jealous. Hey, did you know that owls are amazing creatures?! They have like… uh …night vision and can do a bunch of other cool stuff." Which you didn’t know about. Good thing there was a dependable person right there. You elbowed said person.“Owls have three eyelids.” Akaashi could not have said that in a more bland manner. Bokuto picked his head up of your shoulder to step back and take a long look at Akaashi, eyes unmoving and eye brows resting above his hairline. Bokuto was confounded. You twiddled your thumbs, feeling the heat in your cheeks. Neither of you managed to raise his moral, but at least he was no longer gloomy. Another voice entered the fray and Bokuto lit up like fireworks the instant he heard the rich, smooth sound. "That last spike was superb, dude. It looked like you were floating. I’m really looking forward to your next game.” Fumiko flashed a Hollywood smile. Bokuto looked ready to float away. “Let’s go. I'm treating Akaashi and you to some premium steak.” Both boys started to drool imagining the delicious feast they were going to partake in…for free. Fumiko headed for the exit and dragged them along by invisible leashes. Fat tears sprouted from your eyes and you wailed, chasing after the trio. “ Fumiko-chan, what about meee? Aren’t I invited toooo?!”……….👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Walking through the parking lot, you hardy noticed the other teams dallying about the area. The nice sound of Bokuto’s bubbly voice filled your head as he gave an exaggerated recount of all the teams they went against today. Oh, you were tempted to grab his hand that never kept still for long. You tried to hold his hand and that was when a strange feeling overtook your senses. The desire to look away pulled on your heart string. Your body complied before your mind processed what was occurring, someone else demanded your attention. All of a sudden, you spotted the jersey of the guy who had caught you earlier standing near a bus with his teammates. One unconscious step forward. Then two more. You wondered what he looked like. He needed to see his face as it would grand you some form of closure. Mystery boy was talking - no, he was teasing a shorter teammate. Probably a friend. But you can’t see the friend’s face either and based by how his head was bowed, shoulders hunched, he must be focused on his phone. Playing a game maybe? Does that really matter at the moment when you wanted to see his face? Finally determine if his face matched his soothing voice. About ten feet separated him from you now. As if sensing your approach the boy started to turn slowly around."Alrighty, everyone on board!" The command from a middle age man snapped all heads in his direction, the bus engine revved and the door folded open. Your stomach felt heavy. Mystery boy went with the flow of his teammates and piled on to the bus. Blind desperation forced you to stretch forth your hand, about to yell to the highest heaven for mystery boy to stop and just look back. Reveal his face. So you can satisfy this burning curiously. Then that voice died, fire outed by a splash of water."We played a match against those guys and barely won." Akaashi said, magically appearing beside you. With a mournful sigh you leaned against him, and the both of you watched the bus pull out of the parking lot. When it disappeared in the traffic flow Akaashi continued in a lighter tone, looking amused . "Bokuto had some trouble with that spiky haired one, the guy you were staring at. They bickered like a married couple the entire match." You looked at your friend. “Akaashi ....your hair is spiky like a new hatchling." He squeezed your hand. “And?” “I like it.” Akaashi heard the smile in your voice. Looping your arm through his, the two of you trotted over to where Fumiko and Bokuto waited . This was the closest you had ever been to him. Sharing a laugh with your friend, you forgot about mystery boy. The interest vanished like a snowflake before the hot sun. …..👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊There was once a tabby kitten that was foolishly left in Bokuto’s care... Innocent laughter of young children filled the park with life and freedom. Families picnicked on lush grass, couples strolled aimlessly along the concrete path, a truck vendor sold inexpensive food and across the way, near an iron bench, two teenagers were shouting at each other. Finding their trouble amusing the vendor sported a crooked grin that showed his yellow teeth while he handed an enormous hotdog to a customer. The boy had short auburn hair and warm brown eyes. His friend, who’s much taller, wore a permanent smile and placed his order next. With a bob of his bald head the vendor got to work on fixing the next customer’s food. Together, the two boys turned to watch the spectacle across the way. “I wonder what that’s all about?” said the taller boy, concern made his smile wane. The second boy took a large bite of his hotdog, chewed, swallowed then looked at his friend. “Let’s go check her out when we’re finish here. I meant to say them. We’re going over there to help.” His friend closed his eyes and gave him a patient smile. “I understand, Yaku. She’s pretty.” Heat shot up Yaku's face, he sputtered. His friend’s all knowing aura irked him. He when to bite his hotdog out of embarrassment when he noticed the furry creature hiding under the food truck, big blue eyes staring curiosity up at him.…….. Your blood pressure had gone up, there was a thumping inside your ears. If it was possible to put your hand in to your skull and pull out your brain you would have done that a while ago. “Kotaro-kun, how did this happen? How could this actually happen? It’s one little tiny cat - how did he get away?!” Bokuto sweated profusely at the notion that he had failed his job. His tee shirt was soaked and he spoke like a man pleading for his life while he pulled on his hair. “ I took him to the vet like she asked me to! Popeye got his shot then I loaded him back into the cage and came here to wait for Fumiko to show. But then I got hungry and that stand over there was selling these really nice food and I wanted some I so got some . When I came back he was gone!!” Bokuto dropped his heavy hands on your shoulder and brought his face close to yours. “Please believe me, (F/N)-chan. I don’t know what happened. That cat must be a ninja.” You tapped your feet and bit your lip. Just then Fumiko called Bokuto . She’s waiting by the spot for him. Bokuto said he went for something to eat by the park and would call her! He hung up before she asked anymore questions. Your eyes sweep over the area around the bench. That was when you noticed the cage. The open cage. You inhaled deeply, held it for ten seconds then addressed your friend as calm as possible.“Kotaro-kun… did you remember to close the cage?” You felt the moment he tensed up. “Huh? Oh….”“Okay, here’s what we’ll do. Let’s split up and search the area then met back here in fifteen.” ……… Rather than follow the plan Bokuto stuck to your side. It was a little cute. Your heart was certainly not galloping like a runaway horse. For ten minutes the both of you searched the open area for Popeye, stopping any and everyone to ask if they’d seen a tabby kitten. All the responses were disheartening, Bokuto was losing his life force by the minute and you feared to imagine what would happen once Fumiko arrives only to learn that Bokuto had lost her precious pet. What else could be done? It was getting late and you two had looked everywhere! “Hey! Wait up!” As one, the two of you turned. Dread had mummified Bokuto’s face while your appearance was screaming stressed out. Neither of you expected anything good from the strangers, only stopping because you two were out of energy yet retained some common courtesy. “Is this the cat you guys are looking for?” asked a guy who held a kitten gently. Popeye was smitten with the kind stranger. Beside him stood a shorter boy, eagerness vibrated throughout his entire body. Before either you or Bokuto could respond he was already talking. “I found him hiding under a food truck. I’m Yaku, by the way.” He then grasps your hand, his right eye twitched every few seconds.You pulled your hand back as gently as possible and frowned at the boy, Yaku. “Um, are you feeling alright? Your right eye keeps jumping.” Yaku’s face crumpled as if he’d eaten something sour or bitter, his cheeks flushed and he looked away. His friend patted his back consolingly, smile light. “He’s okay,” he said. Popeye uncurled himself, pushed up on his hind legs to reach the boy’s face and placed a goodbye lick right on his jaw. Everyone swooned at the adorable sight. Then putting its agility to use, Popeye sprung across, from the nice stranger in to the waiting arms of Bokuto! Happy tears rained down his face as Bokuto thanked them and sobbed together, even Popeye was caught in the atmosphere and started to meow like mad. “Gah! You’re life savers! Thanks a million!”Always one to show gratitude you clasped your hands and bowed. One disaster had been thwarted. “Thank you both very much.”……..👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Getting distracted right in the middle of a dodgeball match was a terrible mistake. Your shoe laces had become undone so you bent down to retie the laces. Oblivious to the red balls that zipped pass you in both directions. It would be embarrassing if you tripped up , fell and knocked out your front teeth. But safety dulled your senses to the fact that you were still partaking in a game. A very dangerous game. Hot pain exploded in the back of your head. You briefly saw the too bright ceiling and a ball sailing upwards. It was like an invisible punch, the impact slammed you, face first, on to the gym floor. White, blue and yellow stars flooded your eyes then came darkness. You were moving. Seemly floating down the hallway. Gentle up and down movements comforted you. While the noonday light, that poured in from the windows lining the left wall, kissed your cheek. Warm. You smiled into the black fur which your head rested against, and a fresh fragrance smelling of pine needles wrapped around your head. All of a sudden, the floating halted and you became aware that your arms were wrapped around something. That something was wrapped around your legs also. Someone was giving you a piggyback ride. “Enjoyed your nap? We’re almost at the nurse’s office.” Akaashi gave you a barely there grin. Your tummy stirred at the beautiful sight. Various hues of blue and grey made up the subtle storm that was Akaashi eyes, an azure kaleidoscope. His gaze lingered on your face, dropped lower then away. You bit your lip, 'why couldn’t it be him? Say something, the silence is getting awkward!’“I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I got distracted when I should have been paying attention. You looked like you were having fun. But now I’ve cut that short.”Akaashi disagreed, “You’re never a burden.” He resumed walking and you were floating once again. You whimpered like a upset toddler. “I'm stronger than this.” "I know.“ His hold ever so slightly tightened and his heartbeat sped up. “Sorry I'm not Bokuto. " Puffs of minty breath cooled his ear for you had leaned closer. Afraid someone might overhear the truth you chose not to acknowledge till then. "It’s probably better this way. I think ….he likes her.""Are you giving up? " Akaashi inquired. Your chest felt tight. Why did he sound indifferent? You laughed a bitter laugh. “I’m not sure. Is there a point in chasing after a prize that’s already been won? Akaashi?" At the end, your voice cracked as well as your heart. A dull pain throbbed behind your skull. Hot tears started to stream down, over your cheeks and under your chin. They soaked into Akaashi's black curls. Then you nuzzled his hair, crying silently. ‘Why couldn’t it be him? Why couldn’t I have fallen for Akaashi?!’ It must have been just a minute, but it seemed hours had pass and it left you tired. After using the boy’s head for a comfort pillow your mind was clearer. You had to accept your lost. The nurse’s office door came into view but Akaashi gradually slowed his pace. You would accept this double lost. Summoning every once of honesty you squeezed your eyes shut and muttered into his hair. Words low yet discernible. "Stay true to yourself, Keiji-kun. At times, we can't help who we fall for in life. Humans were made to love. But the choice is ours to act on those feelings or not." When his heart dropped you felt it in your very core. Time paused as fearful blue eyes connected with (E/C) orbs. "You know. ""I've known for some time. I didn't want to believe it at first … that you sort of, maybe, like me .” Calm acceptance washed the fright out of the boy. Having admitted the truth, you quickly hid your raging blush behind his neck. Your voice squeaked like a mice. “Sorry. I was scared so I ignored it.” Then you peeked, and asked timidly, “Do you hate me?"“No. ....do you find me creepy?”"Nope. We good? ""We’re good " …. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 It was that time ,when the sun could not be seen yet the moon had not yet risen. Three friends walked along the silent street lined by middle class homes and dormant trees. Bokuto walked slightly ahead of Akaashi and you, the excitable boy was unnervingly quiet. Thinking. Akaashi leaned near to whisper in your ear. His warning made your feet stop moving and you brought up a hand to clutch the fabric over your chest. “He’s going to ask for advice…about Fumiko-chan . Just a heads up.” Akaashi walked ahead and immediately Bokuto was standing on your other side. His fingers fidgeted. Bokuto slid closer, “Psst. Hey. Hey!” The call was rather loud and annoying. And you snapped. “Omg, I'm right here. I can hear you , Bokuto. I’m listening. Okay?” You winced at the harsh tone. Akaashi looked back at you disapprovingly. However, miraculously, Bokuto did not take offense. He simply covers his mouth with a hand and leaned in extra close. “I wanna take Fumiko-chan to the dance. Do you think she’ll say yes?” You took a long, deep breath. Swallowing the sweet urge to sabotage Fumiko. You knew this would happen. “Kotaro-kun, I can’t speak for Fumiko-chan. Sometimes, it’s a real challenge to read her emotions.” You glanced into those citrine orbs so full of apprehension. “But you love challenges. Image this whole thing as a super strong overly tall blocker. Just go for it!” you cheered. False enthusiasm pumped up your spirits. You threw your hand in the air, palm open and screamed, “Yeah?” Bokuto mirrored the gesture. Your hands connected in a solid high five . “Yeah!!”The grin on your face hurt. But the pain of your shattered heart was worse. ……👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊Night of the dance You sipped on your juice, highly upset. It’s one thing to lose. Everyone loses at something in life. But it’s a whole different issue for the victor to rub it in your face. Repeatedly. All week. If you possessed inhumane strength you would smash the glass you were holding. With much control, the empty glass was placed on table behind you. Fumiko became a flea on you neck, bringing much grievance to your life following that cursed day Bokuto had asked her to be his date for the school dance. The annoying flea had yet to leave. "Do you think this dress is appropriate? It’s a little tight in the front." Fumiko fussed, giving her chest a small shake. You sighed long and hard, then opened your bag with the intent to nab a red striped mint candy. Amongst candy wrappers, lip balm, pepper spray and mint candy was a white bottle marked by blue, block letters that read ex lax. Your eyes popped. ‘Oh crap! I forgot to give grandma her medicine!’“Hey brat, hold this would ya? I need to speak with Max for a sec." She pushed the cup in to your unwilling hand. "Okay. You don't have to be so pushy, captain! He asked you out. Find. I get it." Fumiko flipped your tantrum off , set her shoulders and glided away. That did it. You glared at her drink for a long moment. A dark look in your eyes. Then you opened your purple purse. Grandma’s laxative beckoned to you. Three minutes later Fumiko reappeared, emitting a chipper glow. "Bokuto and Akaashi just arrived,“ she squealed. “Do try to be a good girl, (F/N)- chan." Fumiko plucked the drink from your hand then chugged it down in one go. "Gah! This taste sorta weird.” Fumiko made a sour face at the empty glass before frowning at you. That very moment, she spotted the ominous white bottle peeking from your purse which was still open. "You. You didn't?" “Instant action,” you said. There was little time for Fumiko to reply, the medicine had kicked in. She hugged her tummy and released a pained whimper then rushed away. She barreled through the crowd, knocking people over like bowling pins. No doubt, headed for the nearest restroom. You watched on in indifference. When the boys finally popped up, Fumiko still hadn’t returned. Bokuto wondered about her whereabouts. You said she’d stepped out but you had enough of her. You wanted to dance. Before you could drag Bokuto in to the gyrating crowd he received a text from the flea. She was not feeling well so decided to go home. The light leaked out of him upon knowing this and he shot a get well soon text back. He had actually been looking forward to dancing with her. At the edges of your consciousness ,the shadow of guilt made itself known, trying to drag you into deep pits. You were going to revoke your offer to dance when he just held you, your hand rested in his larger one while his arm snaked around your waist. That night, you learned something new about the boy. Bokuto was an amazingly smooth dancer. Swaying to the beat of overused romance songs, you spent the rest of the night savoring Bokuto's hold and attention. Between all of that pleasure you forgot about your guilt. Following that awesome night, you expected a earful from your friend so came to school prepared. The latest issue of Soccer Weekly inside your bag. A small peace offering. However, your friend didn’t breathe a word to you. No snide remarks. No fake greeting. Nothing. Her green eyes saw through you. Even Bokuto picked up that something was off with the girl. At soccer practice the captain finally addressed you.“Warm up, (L/N)-san,” she said. Her cold shoulder didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team.“Captain having a bad day?” Max asked. You shrugged a shoulder. “Must be that time of the month. I'm sure she'll come around.” You sounded confident but you were unsure if Fumiko would ever warm up to you again considering the trick you played on her last night. Uncertainty bubbled in your chest. ……👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You sat under a tree with your friends. In a few days you, Fumiko and Bokuto would graduate from Mori junior high. This was a rough week, Fumiko paid you no attention and there was no one you could confide in without exposing the nasty trick you played on your friend. Eyes were on you. Akaashi had sensed the thick tension between you and Fumiko. His gaze flooded with concern, the serious look spoke the words on his mind. Are you alright? Pulling your jacket tighter around your chest you gave off a weak but resolute smile. I'll be just fine. Thanks for worrying. Akaashi shook his head, by now, he knew you better than you knew yourself. To prove him wrong, you sat straighter, more lively. "What school are you all aiming for? Myself, I am thinking of Nekoma. I heard that their soccer couch is a retired pro. How cool is that?!" Bokuto and Fumiko perked up. Akaashi looked at the green foliage blocking the sun’s heat. "Their team is above average." He grinned. "I believe you’re in it for the connections she has." You rocked to the side, bumping your shoulder against his in a playful manner. He was only half right. "Well... " Fumiko finally stopped that annoying sipping, she put down the empty juice box beside her and leaned forward. "(F/N)- chan must believe she can transform that team into the best in Japan. " “Hey! I am will always be the ace. Besides, Max and a few other girls are going there as well. It’ll be as if the team never split.” Fumiko shrugged her shoulder. “True.”“…It’s not like I have a choice.” You bemoaned and hung your head.“What do you mean? " Bokuto asked. You bit your lip before sharing the fact that your parents were overprotective. "Welll, my uncle teaches there. That's why father want me to attend Nekoma , so the old scrooge can keep an eye on me." Bokuto wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling your frame flush against him. His touch was supportive. Face a flaming cherry, you looked away. He smelled so nice. "Look alive my friend! You’ll be super no matter the place. I wish I could tag along."Just then a your phone beeped. Bokuto looked around at everyone. "Fukurodani Academy. Any of one heard of it?”Everyone nodded. While he prattled on about Fukurodani Academy you decided to check your phone and instantly regretted that choice. Fumiko had sent you a text. U two timing dog! Isn't it enough you dashed my chances with him now you all over him!Fingers smashing the screen, you shot back a reply.He put his arm around me. Its was a friendly gesture. Chillll! Don’t ever call me that. EVER!! The two of you glared at each other over Bokuto’s head. Bokuto continues talking on, obvious to the mounting hostility he sat in the middle of. So Akaashi spoke up in a bid to diffuse the situation. " Fumiko-chan, where are you headed for high school?" The girl blinked owlishly at the question, totally lost before realizing where she was. Her unforeseen answer gave you a mini heart attack. "Oh, I’m attending Nekoma. Granduncle couches volleyball there. It seems my situation is similar, like the brat, I don't have a choice." Bokuto turned watery eyes on the second year. “Akaashi… we’re leaving you behind. Stay strong little bird. Hey, you can follow me to Fukurodani! We’ll go to nationals and win em all!” Akaashi didn’t look at Bokuto . “I believe that’s you. I’m just a support,” he said. The statement didn’t sit well with you. Fumiko gave the boy a stern look. “Don’t underestimate yourself, dude. What would the team be without your support? No single person holds up the structure , let alone a team, all on their own.” She side eyed you. “It’s the combined effort of each player doing their part.“ ….Back in class Fumiko's silence was an ice wall that you planned to break. You countered her in the classroom. She’s not leaving without giving up some answers. “It’s been three days now…..how long are you going to give me the silent treatment, Fumiko? Nothing is stopping you from pursuing Kotaro-kun . I lost. We both know that, so what is your problem?” She rounded on you so quickly that you got scared and fell off the desk. Now sitting on the floor, wide (E/C) eyes peered eagerly up at Fumiko. Some sharp insult wrapped around wisdom was on tip of her tongue , ready to spill. Then Fumiko did the unexpected; she clamped her mouth shut. The outspoken Fumiko actually held her tongue for once. ‘Well, this is new' you thought, amazed. Your bottom felt sore . Fumiko walked around the desk to better look down her nose at you. Slowly she folded her arms across her chest , it didn’t look as of she was breathing. When the girl spoke your temper flared.“’What’s the problem?’ You tell me ,brat .”“I didn’t do anything!”“Then we don’t have an issue to resolve, I guess.“ Fumiko spun on the balls of her feet then glided towards the door. “We will be attending the same school - Nekoma. I trust you won’t drag the team down . If you can’t bring us the victory then quit. The soccer team has no use for dead weight.”“…Roger, captain.” It was a stern reply but your heart felt weak , your body began to shake. You just lost something…precious. After she left you knew that the bond between the two of you had snapped. Hot tears started flowing and you folded in on yourself to cry silently. Bemoaning the loss of your first friend. Your best friend. Moments later, the door opened . “Hey, I came to return the book I borrowed – are you hurt? What happened?!” Akaashi was by your side .”I just saw Fumiko-“ “We’re not friends anymore.” You sniffled. Just the mention of her name burned your heart. Akaashi set the book on the desk without looking, his focus was you. He helped you stand up. You thanked him with a small, sad smile. The muddy ordeal had left you unbalanced, somehow confused but mostly hurt. Good thing Akaashi was there to hold you up at a time when your life was changing. With one hand he cupped your face while pulling a handy towel from his pocket and cleaned the ugly mess. Akaashi was gentle as a mother as he dried your pruney face of snot and tears . I've gained two friends but lost my best friend in the pursuit of love and my hidden selfish side. I’m a horrible person. A liar. Was I not the one who said that nothing, not even a hot guy, could come between Fumiko and I? Hmm.. so this is what Father meant when he warned me not to play with fire.LoveIt's insane. it's painful.Feel what you've never felt, wish you've never been shown.Regret the choices you'll make, hate the person you should have never known.…..👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Knock. Knock. Knock. With a frighten grasp the shroud of time pass vanished as you were hurled into the here and now, brought back to the present by a heart shattering pull. All the air inside the study was like dry dust for your lungs struggled to take in even a little fresh air. As if they could not get enough oxygen when the essential gas was abundant . Your chest hurt, there was a throbbing headache. The sharp metal scissors had stop their assault on your remaining hair, which wasn’t much, it trembled against your scalp. Fumiko’s hand shock in trepidation at the unwelcome presence outside the room. Who stood behind the door? Time slowed down. Unprepared for the turn of events Fumiko and you could only stare at door and held your breaths. Petrified. The golden knob started to turn. Then door opened.……... "So.....who wants to explain first?" asked coach Nekomata, his smile was deadly. Both Fumiko and you looked at the ground, it was hard to ignore the clumps of (H/C) on and around the sofa. Spoiling the beauty of the plush room. Across from you and Fumiko sat coach Nekomata who was reclined on one of the two chairs. He held a saucer like cup, which was filled with sake in his right hand. He took a sip. Waiting. In the end, Fumiko spoke up and wove one of the best lies you had ever heard. Her deception skills amazed you. I can’t believe coach believes her. At lease, I think he believes her story.’Minutes went by and coach Nekomata just sat there with his signature grin intact. Tension surrounded you, having the snake so near made you uncomfortable. Then you heard the hearty timber of coach Nekomata chucking. Unconsciously you were grinning as well, the weight lifted of your shoulders and the room no longer closed in on you. Coach Nekomata exuberance also affected Fumiko; she still sat straight but now there was a ease in her posture. Coach Nekomata placed his cup down, clasped his hands to rest his chin on then he leaned forward. A playful twinkle lit up his eyes. "Let’s play a game! " Fumiko sunk in the cushion and started complaining like a child asked to do yardwork." Granduncle, whyyy? I don't want to play chess. I’m so tired." Coach clapped his hands then sat back. “Who said anything about chess?” The twinkle returned to his eyes and he gave his niece a close eyed smile. “I’m talking about that game. " ………. An hour later, you emerged from the study and navigated the maze of hallways back to the ballroom. The soft beat of classical music guided you to the room of the party. While you made you way over to your parents, all around guests covertly scrutinized your new hair cut. Your parents thankfully didn't question your latest look. They simply said goodbye to the host before leaving. In your rush to be away from the limelight your heel hooked in a lady’s dress and you tripped. Dark grass rose up to greet you but a pair of strong arms broke the fall before you could land on the mossy mat. You thanked the stranger that turned out not to really be a stranger. Very slowly, your eyes traveled up their fair neck, and took in the guy’s familiar wondering expression. Your heart whimpered. Shohei patted your shoulder in a gesture of comfort. His touch burned you and you danced out of his touch wearing a shaky smile. "Shohei?" Body starting to tremble , you stepped back further in to the crowd. "What are you- I meant thanks -um - bye!!" You turned away then hightailed out of there. Voices called for you to stop. Your parents asked why you were panicking. You didn't respond to the voices. Your ears were closed. You needed to get away. You wanted to disappear into the darkness.
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"Ridiculous,” you grouched. Your veins were thrumming. Your soul was ablaze. When emotion overruled logic you spoke your thoughts aloud. “Why should this happen to me?" The world remained silent, while questions buzzed about in your mind. A second later, you burst through the double doors and stomped into Nekoma high pass shocked schoolmates at 8:15 in the morning. Footfalls echoed with each heavy step. They quickly backed up out of fear. Not so much as a 'hey' escaped from between your clenched teeth. That thing known as common courtesy did not exist in your temperamental haze. In your eyes, everyone made up a loose school of bait fish that shied away from the agitated shark in their midst without losing sight of the beast. There was a thunder cloud over the ocean and your emotions were erratic bursts of lightning. Hot and ready to lash out at any and every thing that got close. Yet someone ignored every warning sign. They had to test stormy waters. He popped up on your radar with an exuberant greeting. His sunny voice sounded like clawed fingernails dragging across a chalkboard - Nerve grating! The back of your neck tingled and your eyes flashed."Good morning, senpai!" Shibayama chirped."Not now, Shibayama-kun!" You snapped at him like a pit bull. The rotten attitude sniffed out his energy and put a clamp on his mouth. Shibayama stood still for a moment from surprise before shaking himself. The first year libero dismissed the last two minutes and tried to speak up. You gave the boy a nasty glare. One good look at your irked, red face pined his mouth shut again. Rooted to the spot Shibayama looked five shades lighter, his eyes swelled with shame and fear. If you had been more aware you would have heard his heart drumming. Impatient to be going, you tilted your head to the side in question. The small gesture did the trick. Shibayama tucked in his tail and scurried away. That did it. Black Comet was cranky. People guessed that you were having an off day, but upon witnessing your fit of anger that presumption solidified itself in their minds. Steer clear of (L/N). Even Yamamoto and Junko hung back. If this was the typical morning either one of them would have been by your side the moment you entered the building. Nekoma's ace and your best friend were wary. Therefore, they stayed out of your range for good reason. No one desired to be the next victim of your 'hunger' rage. If you were able to grasp your hair you would have ripped out the strands in anger long ago. Life took a hot dump on your morning; truly fulfilling its notorious reputation for being unfair. First, you woke up to a killer headache. Seconds later you were being scolded by your father for going bald. He was hell - bent on taking you to see a doctor right then. "She'd lost it! " he told his disbelieving wife. That was fine. You expected the lecture. Anticipated it even. But you never saw the sequence of misfortune that would plague your morning coming. What you did not expect was for the man to march you downstairs, going off about the tragedy that his child was mentally unstable and picked up the phone to dial this physiatrist he claimed was a expert on young adults. Your mom did not appreciate her only daughter being called crazy, so the breakfast that was meant for her husband got tossed into the garbage and she rounded on him. Saying that you were expressing yourself like any normal teenager and that he was being an idiot. A total bully. With much back and forth bickering between the two adults you escaped. Had a shower, a small breakfast along with a painkiller then slipped out. Next, the train was delayed. That cost precious time. Time you regained by putting those power legs to work in sprinting the remaining distance to school. You burst through those double doors just as the first bell for homeroom chimed. And the realization that something was missing was a dart in the chest. You forgot your math assignment on the kitchen counter. Again. You wanted to scream. Now was not the time to bother you. " Here, (F/N)-chan...you left this at my house," said a tired voice. Apparently, Kenma was immune to your murderous face. So much so that he didn’t bother to give you a proper greeting. Then again, the setter was not looking at you. Kenma's large, bloodshot honey eyes were glued to his red game console . It looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, but you got the inkling that the boy stayed up late to pass a difficult level. He held the treasured device in his right hand while holding up a purple phone just inches from your face. Its black cat keychain dangling bewitchingly before your eyes, and that thunderous storm inside just dissipated. The tension deflated as your hand gently cupped the well missed phone. Around the hallway, everyone breathed out in relief at the sight of your smile. Eyes glittery, you thanked Kenma for returning the device thus bringing a sense of calm to your hectic morning. "Whatever, " he replied distractedly and slinked off to class. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Once unlocking the bejeweled device, you gaped and began to massage your temple one - handedly. Notifications flooded the screen; there were numerous missed calls and messages from your parents, Junko, Kuroo , friends on the soccer and volleyball teams, and even Mr. Sato had texted you. With a silent promise to check the important ones later, you dropped the phone inside your tote bag where it wouldn’t get misplaced then started climbing up the stairs for first period. Spirit refreshed and serene. On the third step you heard someone calling your name. It was the girl's volleyball club Coach Yumi. The woman's (unusually) serious face put you on edge ."A word please," coach said. You followed the woman into the teachers' lounge but before you went in you placed your bag down right beside the door. This shouldn’t take long. You went in, mind budding with questions. Inside, the immaculate room had low lighting with dove grey walls which were trimmed by post – it notes and small posters about everything that made a teacher awesome. To one side of the room were cabinets, a microwave, a water despiser, a coffee machine and other small items teachers could make use of. Ergonomic chairs surrounded several long desks that occupy the center of the lounge. On each desk sat two rows of desktop computers. Feeling out of place, all of a sudden, you warped your arms around your shoulders. (E/C) eyes darted around the neat space that gave you a sense of displacement - like you should not be standing in front of the door beside coach. There was one male teacher working quietly at a desk. Coach did not register the young man because the woman had not greeted him , only turned to you with a grave face and dropped the boom. "Our libero broke her arm yesterday. I need you to take her place as starter. "' I need you to take her place as starter.'' I need you to take her place as starter.'' I need you to take her place as starter.' The words rung like a church bell. A death toll resonating within the walls of your mind. For a heavy second you remained silent. Digesting. Thinking. Coach Yumi was short. You stared directly into her brown doe eyes and discovered a chilling fact. 'She’s not kidding.’ Hands unwrapping to rest at your sides, you let it out. Coach had to know how undoable her request was!"But Coach Yumi, what about that first year? She’s a much better receiver than me. Think about this. I’ve only been with the team a few months. On top of that, I have just started playing volleyball. Why are you sending a baby to war?" Only sadistic generals did that. The woman looked amused, watching you pace about while making wild hand gestures to emphasize every point. When you finally stopped, you faced the woman and slapped a hand over your chest. "I don't want to drag the team down, coach. This isn't some practice match, as you know, this is the qualifiers for nationals ! " "I believe in you. My choices are never wrong," replied Coach Yumi easily. Her confident smile put a stopper over your waiting protests. Coach Yumi was a titanium wall; she had made her choice and no perfervid speech would sway that. Nodding in defeat, you turned away sadly, about to leave. "Is everything ...manageable in your life right now?" questioned Coach Yumi. There was some hesitance wrapped around the word 'manageable.' Her out of the blue question pulled you back. Your fingers slipped of the knob as you gave coach a guarded look. Her movements were cautious as she approached. She ran her fingers over your shaven head, partially intrigued by the texture. Coach pulled her hand back and studied your expression; searching your dull (E/C) eyes as if she could read your soul. Trying to gauge your reaction. There was no trace of ill intent to be found on her youthful face. Coach Yumi was not sticking her nose in your business for fun. You only saw someone making themselves available should you want any help. Her genuine concern touched you so deeply that it made your lips tremble. All the uncertainly trapped inside your chest hurt – those issues all centered around Fumiko were growing out of control at a rapid pace. Stress burned your eyes. Your problems wanted to break free but you held them all back.“...I can handle it," you stated solemnly. Shoulders squared, back straight, and head high, you made your first promise of the day. "I would not disappoint you coach. I will give nothing but my absolute best to support the team." At first, she looked impressed by your sudden determination then shook her head with a chuckle. You started to giggle as well. It quickly turned into barks of laughter. Coach held her tummy, trying to talk while winded. "I must say … you do look different... more harsh. A true soldier." Annoyed by the noise, the lone male teacher glowered over the desktop computer at you two. The laughter stopped yet you both wore matching grins. "Come on, we're disturbing Mr. Lee,” Coach Yumi whispered. Still chuckling quietly to herself coach placed a hand on your shoulder and led you out of the room. Back in the empty hallway you immediately looked around and panic began to set in. “It's not here?" you cried. Then threw your hands over your head, chewing on your bottom lip and peering all around the hall again. Anxious about the fate of that essay and your phone. Coach shoved her hands inside her jacket pockets. "What?" she askednonchalantly, while studying her sneakers."My bag!""Well, someone probably took it to lost 'n' found," Coach Yumi pointed out smoothly, still staring at her sneakers. "Let's check the office." She was at ease. You needed to be calm like her. So you clasped your hands behind your back, mirroring her relaxed demeanor. "Know what coach? I'll go alone. You must have somewhere to be." Classes had already started. Babying you any longer would just keep her absent from nurturing the next generation of athletes. Coach Yumi actually pouted. "Alright," she reluctantly agreed. "Take care now. Go straight to class once you get your bag. ""Of course. See you around coach!" Said woman gave you a proud look. "See you at practice."👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Opportunity always appear when least expected. Usually in a way one could never have imaged. Still it happens and in that fleeting moment one can not afford to question the circumstance. So when Fumiko caught sight of a particular purple tote bag resting against the wall she knew right away who it belonged to. A chance ripe for the picking. She plucked it up as if it were her own and walked away gracefully. No sooner had she turned the corner and started to ascend the stairs did (F/N) and the volleyball coach step out of the teacher's lounge. "It’s not here?" Out of sight, the soccer captain stood near a trash can scrutinizing some paper with an essay typed out. She had just searched through the cluttered bag in hopes of discovering some tasty blackmail to hold over (F/N)'s head but only found the brat's phone and some history assignment. It pained her to acknowledge all the merits in the writing. That the ideas flowed like a twisting river. Or how thought provoking the abstract views were, yet still easy to comprehend. Okay, the brat really knows her history. So engrossed in the paper, Fumiko was deaf to the sound of approaching footsteps and mini explosions. Unaware of the new presence that stood right before her. In a tired voice they addressed the distracted girl. Startled, Fumiko sprung upwards, almost dropping the essay in her fright and glared into brown gold eyes that resemble a cat’s. "So you entered that competition as well?" he asked. Standing beside her was a boy with partially bleached blonde hair who wore a bored expression and held a game console in one hand. A stack of test papers under his other arm. Kenma Kozume; she recalled the few times she saw Kuroo bug the second year like a fly. Then she realized that this Kenma must be one of Kuroo's friends, supposedly apart of the volleyball team too. His eyes dropped to focus back on the bright screen . Fumiko took a deep breath, clasping her hands before her chest in a cute gesture. "Actually, I'm reading over it for a friend." She was a good liar. Kenma nodded absently while pulling something out of his pocket .The empty package was tossed into the trash bin. "You should get that back to your friend asap. I think the dead line is today." He left right after the warning. Like a cat who had lost interest in a kill, the quiet boy slunk away. Leaving his senior to stare at his back in quiet contemplation. Looking away from the boy’s retreating form, Fumiko turned a dark gaze upon the essay paper in her hands. A dirty smile appeared on the captain's face. "Thank you so much Kozame - san. Opportunity sure does appear at the most random of times." Stepping toward the trash can she dangled the paper over its dark round mouth. Dropping it would be too merciful. So Fumiko ripped the essay in half. It was a sweet sound. (F/N) did not deserve such grace. Then the two pieces were brought together and torn, then brought together again. Rip, overlap, repeat. She did this until numerous scrapes remained, too small to tear any further, which were then discarded into the trash can. Watching the pieces flutter into the dark abyss pleased her a great deal .👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 "Thank you, madam." The secretary bade you off with a kind smile as the office door closed with a light click. There were no students around to witness your little show; you were hugging your precious bag which housed your more precious belongings while skipping to class. Then, as if it were a new born child or a long lost lover, you kissed the purple cloth, overcome with relief after being separated for so long. Yes, it was five minutes of misery. The time was fifteen after ten. Mr. Sato will not be pleased with your tardyarrival despite the fact that coach had written you a pass. Up ahead a classroom door opened. Mr. Sato stepped out and caught sight of you. "Come with me," he demanded. The slip of paper was handed his way which the slander man only brushed aside, more focused on getting somewhere. He strides pass, headed in the direction you had come from. The office maybe? You had to stretch your legs wide to match his quick pace. When you caught up with Mr. Sato he held out a slender hand. "Give me the essay," he said. Neither of you ceased the fast walking. That made it tricky to zip open your flimsy bag while on the move. It was full with disorderly stuff. Mr. Sato turned a blind eye to all the paper, pins, candy, pens and crayons that slipped out while you searched the bag. After much shaking and shuffling around you finally pulled out a folder with a soccer ball pasted on the cover and found nothing inside of it. You stopped walking. Your mouth became dry. Your uncle also stopped and turned to regard you, forehead wrinkled in impatience. Ceiling lights bounced off his glasses. "I'm waiting," he said tersely, feet tapping against the ground. You bit your lip, staring at your polished shoes and braced for the inevitable. Your uncle was going to have a major fit. "It's not here....I don't have the essay." Here comes the stinging lecture. Surprisingly, the impatient man did not explode when he learned of your failure to uphold a promise. He only pinched his nose bridge, thinking fast. Then he snapped his fingers, pinning those sharp grey eyes on you. "Ahh, you at least had the foresight to save a digital copy, yes? " While he sounded derisive, he looked afraid of the answer. " Oh yeah!" you chirped happily. “I forgot about that.” You chuckled at your oversight and dug into your bag while Mr. Sato released a deep breath. Shoulders less tense. Phone out, you swiped your thumb across the screen to unlock it. The blue home screen was totally void of all but a few apps. A headache was forthcomingas you gaped at the foreign screen before hastily exampling the remaining apps. All your contacts – gone. The gallery – empty. Your memory card had been erased. No! No! No! This can’t be real. Mounting panic shot up your blood pressure, heartbeat rattled your chest and your hand started shaking. Breathe girl. Breathe. Yeah…much better. After switching on your data you raided your online files. But there was no documents to be found. Even the trash bin had been emptied. The phone slipped from your grasp. It dropped into the bag, the bejeweled casting winked in the darkness. Not a muscle moved in your body. You did not want to move. Movement meant that this was actually real and you were not in some surreal nightmare. All along, your uncle had been standing before you with a light hand on your shoulder while calling your name. He shook your shoulder a little. "(L/N)- san ?" he called. When he got no response his brows furrowed in worry. He then placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you like a soda can. "(F/N) ?" he yelled. Your head snapped up."It’s not here,” you said. Your voice was small and weak. “Everything is gone. Erased.” You hung your head in shame, his hands slipped away. What else could you do? Mr. Sato sucked in a noisy breath, highly upset. Why had he expected anything less from his airheaded niece the teacher lamented. Mr. Sato’s face flushed, contracting in rigid anger. His slanted eyes pierced through your soul. His words cut down the last of your confidence. "Get back to class ." He seethed before blowing icy breeze on your wavering flame. "Collect your droppings on the way." It was both a reminder and an insult . Slander fingers fixed his glasses,he turned around and stormed away. Leaving you alone with your troubled thoughts, hatched over cleaning up the mess you never intended to create. A terrible feeling of shame sat low in your belly. You hated being a disappointment. Your uncle was now gone, so his hypercritical scowl no longer burned you. That was the sole good thing of the morning. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 By 12 o’clock all members of the girls soccer club were excused from classes for a match against Shinzen high school. Outside, the weather was absolutely stunning. Blue skies and lots of sunshine. Even through the closed windows you heard the charming tweets of songbirds far off and near by. Warm light soothed your bones, it made your feet itch to run across the grass. You sat near the window, choosing to gaze out at the wide open world where freedom abounds rather than listen to Mr. Lee’s boring lecture. Being on the third level afforded you a wide view of the ground below where a bus waited, engines revved and ready to depart. Lined up before it was the girls soccer team in their black and red uniforms carrying travel bags of matching color. Slowly, the girls boarded the vehicle one at a time. Coach Momo was no where to be seen. You presumed she was already on board thus leaving Fumiko, the team captain, to shepherd the unruly bunch on to the bus alone. Two minutes in Kimiko and Shion had to be separated from murdering each other. Kimiko was easily provoked. What jibe did Shion use this time? Junko dragged a kicking and screaming Kimiko into the bus while Max held Shion back from following the smaller girl to stir up more trouble. You watched over the amusing scene with pride. Leaving the soccer team had been hard. The experience was like hanging yourself or taking a knife and cutting your wrist. Not a day passes where you don’t remember how exhilarating it felt to blast a soccer ball across the field or dribbling pass a tough opponent. Junko alone knew that you missed the sport and your father had a inkling. Deep inside your chest regrets sting you repeatedly. All of a sudden, your eyes started to burn but you held the tears in and endured the pain. No longer were you apart of the team. Laying on the desk was a single rose. A limp, bruised, sad little red rose . Who ever left this here was the worst. The sender must have low expectations if they believed you were like this flower. Weak. Hopeless. Bland.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Fumiko waited for the last girl to board the bus before she herself got on. Coach Momo sat right behind the driver, tormenting the guy with a barrage of nonsense questions. Out of politeness, the bus driver replied in hmms and nods. Fumiko paused in the aisle, seeking out a seat. The back of the bus was too loud for her taste at the moment. She knew they would not settle down anytime soon even with her presence. Nekoma girls’ soccer club was known as the rowdy bunch for a reason. Besides, all the best seats were taken. Fumiko looked back over her shoulder; there were some empty seats. Choosing to sit by Junko up front, the captain was elated when she discovered that the vacant seat was closest to the window. On the next seats over, a grumpy Kimiko complained nonstop about how terrible a person Shion was to a first year mid fielder. Fumiko sighed tiredly. Did her team live for drama? Honestly, they were much more tame without the brat around yet they still manage to give the captain grey hair. As the bus pulled off her green eyes flicked up to the third story, someone had been watching her. An easy smile played on her lips when she figured it could only be (F/N). Has the brat found her bag yet? Is she distraught over her missing essay? Perhaps, (F/N) went berserk after finding out that her phone had been swiped? Fumiko sat like a queen. One leg rested elegantly over the other. Had she not befriended the girl Fumiko would have never figured out the phone’s password. It was (F/N)'s grandmother’s middle name. Junko side eyed her grinning captain. Fumiko must find some tragic situation amusing. Suddenly, Fumiko turned her way so Junko’s focus went back on the rpg game as if her golden eyes had never lifted off of the bright screen. In the fictional swamp, a humanoid bunny hopped around from lily pad to lily pad while using her bunny paws to slash huge opponents in to fleshy ribbons. They were muscular, possessed dull green skin and had ugly toad faces. One toad man stomped on the girl but then the bunny girl leap out from between the gap in his toes to deliver thirty consecutive kicks to his face. The monster disappeared, having been defeated. ‘K O’ appeared on screen in bright colors; a cheesy victory jingle started to play while the avatar did some celebration dance. Junko felt smug. That was too easy. “How can you play those childish games ? " questioned Fumiko. Her eyes were bright and attentive although she sounded bored. Leaning over Junko's shoulder, Fumiko didn’t want to miss any of the gameplay. For three seconds straight Junko studied her captain. Eyes a tad bit wider. The girl’s body language screamed curious. The surprise melted away, leaving intrigue in its place . Junko angled the device so that Fumiko would have a clearer view. ".... It’s a fake reality where I die and can be revived multiple times over,” Junko replied. Fumiko gave Junko a disbelieving look to which the goalie simply shrugged before explaining herself. “It stimulates my mind, captain." On the screen the scenery changed in to a dark jungle. Instantly, weird leopard - like men charged from the their hidden places among the underbrush at the bunny girl. Fumiko sat up quickly, alarmed. "They’re going to gang her? No way!" Fumiko cried in outrage. “That’s so not fair.” Junko was unfazed. She pressed a few buttons in a memorized sequence then in no time her avatar took out all the opponents. "These guys are weak . I want to fight the boss already," Junko muttered under her breath. Then she remembered that she wasn’t in her room. Her stoic mask came back as she paused the game and faced Fumiko. Yellow eyes gave nothing away to what Junko was about to ask. "Captain, why did you let (F/N)-chan catch you kissing her boyfriend?" Fumiko backed off, she spoke with a hard edge in her voice. “Well...you already know it isn't your place to ask but ...." She let the unspoken words hang in the air. Her eyes focused on an area behind Junko’s shoulder. Noticing this, Junko turned to fine out what was more interesting that their conversation. Kimiko and the first year mid fielder were reading an upside down magazine intently. The girls’ ears were oddly turned towards them. They were eavesdropping. Both third years sighed in unison. Fumiko ran a hand through her short curls. "It'll be better if we talk in private where little pinchers don’t have such big ears." Across the way, Kimiko's cheeks burned in shame while the first year wanted to melt through the floor. Junko nodded once. “That is reasonable. Shinzen is a big school." Junko unpaused the game, then handed the device to Fumiko who took gingerly. "Want to try it, noob? You can’t be any worst than (F/N)-chan."👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊Lunch break. Cafeteria lunch rush was a everyman for himself buffet. You forced your way through the hungry crowd, slipping closer and closer toward the front where the counter displayed various foods as gold coins in a treasure chest. ‘That milk bread is mine! I can taste it.' You were almost at the front when you felt yourself being sucked back in to the midst of the crowd. And the students around seemed bigger. Much bigger. You tried to move but it was as if vines had sprouted from the floor to wrap around your legs. For each step forward some unthinking person shoved you three steps back. Fists shaking at your sides, you grumbled and it sounded like a kitten’s hiss. “Just because I’m sorta short doesn't mean you can overlook me!” Somehow, you had gotten intermixed with the basketball members. Man were they huge. They resembled walking redwood trees while you were nothing but a bunny gazing up. "Dude, did you catch the game last night? Our home team got creamed," said the guy in front of you."Yeah, I still can’t believe we lost by 26 points," the guy behind you added."What? - Someone keeps bumping in to me!" said another boy who was unnaturally thin."Man up, this is lunch rush,” snapped the first guy. “So of course people are gonna bump into you.' You poked the skinny guy’s side once more. He just shimmied to the right but didn’t look down. He had taken his friend’s advice to ignore the jabs. As if having your existence overlooked wasn’t enough, the boys started to order over people’s heads! You seethed with indignation. That's taking advantage of the shorties! There was nasty rumbling in your belly. The sound could be heard from Everest. Hunger. If those boys did not hurry up you were going to bit them. Take a chunk of red meat right out of their sides. You were going to bite the beefiest dude first but then the basketball members stepped aside suddenly. You darted to the counter, saw that only one milk bread remained and pointed. Someone spoke the moment you did.“I want the milk bread!”"Can I have the last milk bread, please?!' There was a shadow over you. One long arm outstretched above your head. "Lev-kun?" Curious green eyes snapped down at you. "Senpai?" 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 If not for Lev’s remarkable height you would still be trapped behind those basketball guys waiting on cafeteria scraps. On a typical day, you brought your lunch to school. But today was anything but ordinary. In other words, you’d forgotten your bento box on the train. Junko gave you some money earlier that you used to purchase lunch. The run in with Lev lead to a group lunch out on the school’s rooftop. Everyone sat in a semicircle: starting on the right was Shibayama, Yamamoto, you then Lev. Being the first to finish their meal you leaned back and patted your round stomach – thoroughly satisfied. “Oh, mannn…I’m full.” Lev turned, cheeks full of food, and immediately gawked at your empty tray. He pointed his chopsticks. "Senpai, you must have been real hungry." The first year was beyond impressed."Lev-kun, learn this now ; never come between me and meat. I will fight you for meat," you joked and winked at him. Then you recalled Coach Yumi had made you the team’s starting libero. Sitting straighter, you bumped Yamamoto’s hand who almost lost his grip on his lunch, but you focused on the boy beside him. It was time to step up your game. "Sorry. Shibayama - kun, you are a libero, right? Got any receiving tips for a beginner?""No way. You’re just learning?" Shibayama shouted in disbelief, almost dropping his lunch on the ground in the process. Red dusted the boys cheeks soon after."You're a first year so you wouldn’t know. (F/N)-chan has only been playing volleyball a few mounts." Yamamoto explained in a know it all voice. “In other words, she’s a noob.""Uh-huh, there’s much to improve," you added. The air at higher altitude felt cooler. It made you want to fall asleep. Shibayama took a bite of his food and thought while he chewed. "....am I missing something, senpai? “ He frowned. “You wouldn’t devote your time to a new sport, in your third year no less, if you weren't guaranteed a sport on the court." Yamamoto took a sip of water then sighed for lack of a verbal response. Lev leaned just a bit closer, basically caging you in. He looked like a curious chipmunk having it’s cheeks plumb with nuts. You got up and stretched, putting your hands out while raising on your tiptoes. Cramped muscles cracked, popped and relaxed. Then you walk around to buy time. Their eyes followed you. The boys were waiting. You were reluctant to say those words because you didn’t know how the boys would take it as each held some affection for the sport. Back facing them, you gazed up at the clear sky. “Well.... there was a time I believed volleyball was plain stupid." Everyone was shocked. "What?!" they all exclaimed. Shibayama looked confused, Yamamoto held his head in his hands, despondent. While Lev – well he chocked on his food, coughing and spattering until a chunk plopped out and landed on you. Repulsed, you shook it off quickly."Sor - cough, cough…uh sorry senpai!""It’s okay, Lev-kun...." Your eyes twitched but you wiped the disgusted look off your face before he noticed and directed the conversation back on point. Your skin still crawled with the sensation of wet mush. ‘Yuck!’ "Yeah, I know – I know I was wrong. Your captain and I didn't get along at first for that very reason. ""Kuroo was an idiot," declared Yamamoto. Indignation filled him just recalling how callously Kuroo had turned down your love confession. If a pretty girl confessed her love for him he’d die on the spot in bliss. A tiny smile lit up your demeanor. When ever Yamamoto got kind of protective over you, you found it adorable. His brotherly love was endearing yet you better clear up that misunderstanding. "Yamamoto-kun, just so you know...we were both in the wrong that day. I disrespected his team.. and attacked him with a bouquet of roses.” Heat rose up your neck and gradually spread to your ears. Shibayama drunk up the revelation. “Tetsuro – kun insulted me...but then I asked myself ‘why does he love volleyball so much?’ When I got to know you guys I realized it wasn’t really about the game but the people you play with; your teammates and opponents. We challenge each other. We build up each other. We form bonds that can outlast a lifetime.” You sat back down for all the mushy talk made you feel lightheaded and gave you jelly knees. “ I don't love volleyball as much as soccer but I do love this team." It was easy admitting the truth when it was something that your were proud of. Society states that men should not cry in public. Well, you were captured in a group hug by three grown boys who wept like teething babies. Your eyes started to sting, your ears rung and white fluff filled your heart. "Come on guys, you’re all going to make senpai cry.".👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Soft humming filtered through the air as you walked along, passing classroom after classroom. For once, there was nothing to think about. You had a free period. The library was a quiet place to hide out…or a nice haven to nap in.What to do? What to do? A tap on your shoulder brought your stroll to a sudden end. Swiveling around, you were confronted by the star gazing expression that permanently marked Shohei as a wonderer and the boy who unnerved you. ‘I'm not really to deal with him.’ Flop sweat accumulated under your neck and you began to nibble on your lip as if it were sweet. Then you plastered on a wide smile and faced your guilt. It took every fighting nerve to look Shohei in the eyes. His poker face always kept you in the dark about his feelings. But his actions spoke volumes and those you never misunderstood. "Hello Shohei-kun. Sorry for the way I behaved last night,” you said sweetly. ‘And for knocking you out.' “I-I wasn't myself...." You wrung her hands nervously, awaiting judgement. Shohei was a weird one, always seemingly on a different wavelength from everyone else. He was also unpredictable. But you liked that about him. Normal people were kind of boring for the most part. Seconds dragged on for an eternity before Shohei showed any sign that he’d heard you.Shohei shrugged and held out a hand, fist balled. His fingers uncurled to reveal a small, clear bottle containing a shimmery substance.“Oh wow! I didn’t realize I’d dropped this." You snatched up the bottle and held it close to your heart. What would Junko think had you lost it? “You’re a life saver, Shohei. Really. Thank you." Shohei's cheeks were tainted red as he adverted his stare and started scratching the side of his neck using the index finger, humbled by the praise. At the sight of the white gauze wrapped around his forehead your blood chilled, it smothered your excitement as your jaw dropped. Why hadn't you noticed it before? The headband stood out like a beacon in the night. Too spellbound by the strap of cloth circling his head, you missed how his eyes zeroed in on you with sweeping realization. Hands trembling, you pushed the bottle inside your skirt pocket before fisting the fabric that rested over your aching heart. You reached out and gingerly felt the band. Your movements were cautious as if approaching a wild animal. It testified of your wrongdoing. Shohei grasped your wrist in a firm yet gentle hold. Head tilted, he quietly regarded you. Tears had beaded at the corners of your burning eyes. What is this feeling? I can’t breath property and my heart…my heart’s about to burst. A strong wave of fatigue slammed in to you, your knees shook. Pure will power held your body up when all it wanted was to collapse to the ground from weakness. You wanted to speak. The guilt was prying open your mouth. ‘Tell him. Tell him! He deserves to know it was you.' Without warning, a large hand was upon your shaven crown, then Shohei began to pet you. And he did this while looking so lost. His kind gesture chased away your mounting anxiety. You felt calm in a instant. Salty water streamed down your cheeks unashamed. You found comfort in the head rubs and sought more when they stopped. Rather then comply with your puppy eyed request Shohei took your hand in his and lead you to the music room. Shohei made you take a seat at the grand piano and he sat beside you. Then he astonished you. He started to play. When the first notes sang out, clear and crisp as gentle sea breeze, your mouth parted and you gazed at Shohei in wonder. Ivory and obsidian keys sunk beneath his long, slim fingers to produce a soothing melody, so gentle, so achingly familiar that jubilant tears sprung a new. Hands dancing elegantly across the keys Shohei started to sing in an angelic voice. It was an old song you once cherished. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, a whisper of a smile on his thin lips. You rocked your head in time with the rhythm and your lips began to move, you sang out loud. Pouring your heart into every note. Soul lifting music permeated the air. Your hearts bounded in a long moment of silent understanding. Shohei played with abandon, he sped up the melody. Lulling you to sing louder, to be bold, to be unconfined. Despite your tone being off his masterful playing covered every fault. His sense of adventure liberated you from the steel cage of guilt. His joy gladdened your brooding heart. You lived for the moment. You remembered your grandma words that she use to tell you whenever you were feeling down. “Remember to cherish the small things. There’s beauty to be found even on gloomy days.” Shohei suddenly slowed the tempo and you held your breath, you let your eyes fall shut as he brought the melody to a beautiful end. The final cord chimed, sweet and alluring as a siren’s call.
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“(F/N)- chan, what are you talking about? How can you still be stuck on question two?” asked your friend. Clink! Clink! The sharp sounds of clashing swords accompanied by haunting battle music was heard in the background. Junko was talking to you but you felt that her focus was elsewhere. “Junkoooo, I know it’s late, but stay with me here. I’ve done my part except question two. I have to give Yaku some facts to put in the conclusion.” Your index finger slowly ran around the edges of your phone. Anxiety ate at your tolerance. Time was short. “ I must finish this tonight, Junko. Do you understand the position we’re in? Oh, dad will kill me if I don’t ace this assignment. Have I told you he’s still upset that I missed the deadline for the essay compet –“ “Shut up!”What? Your mouth opened in shock but no sound came out. You sat up in bed, inhaled deeply, then brought the phone to your ear. “….Okay? Did you get ambushed?” There was nervous sweat on your forehead. Had your midnight call distracted the girl right in the middle of an important battle? Leaving her open to enemy fire. That was worrisome. Junko took those RPGs very seriously. “Want me back you up? I’m not any good at playing support, though my presence alone should scare off the other players.” Yes, because your avatar was a fearsome fuzz ball that blew bubbles of destruction.“(F/N)-chan,” Junko called in a patient voice. Yup, her tolerance was at its end .“I’m quiet now. Go on,” you said absentminded. What should I eat tonight? I think there’s still strawberry ice cream in the freezer. The noise of a losing battle stopped. Dead silence ensued. Either Junko had paused the game, which meant this little chat was about to be terminated; or she just exited the game altogether, in that case you knew to prepare yourself for a long-winded speech. Seconds bled into long minutes by the time Junko came back on.“ Based on the little you supplied, I understand that you and Yaku-san are currently working on an assignment that was due yesterday.” Junko measured out her words. Being sure that her gentle chastisement droned throughout your skull. It was a heavy punch in the gut. Suddenly, it felt like your head was three pounds lighter and ready to float off. Your lungs weren’t moving so you pressed the cellphone against your ear, forcing yourself to breathe again. “….That’s not funny, Junko-chan.”“I’m being serious (F/N)-chan. Knowing how forgetful you are I made sure to text the information to you. But you never replied, so I emailed it then WhatsApp you for good measure. Surly you saw something!” Your friend’s voice rose at end in exasperation. “It was written across the board in class.” Those words plagued your heart. Your eyes started burning. It became harder to breathe let alone speak properly. “….How long?” I really don’t wanna know. Junko thought for a moment, “since Tuesday. Which is why I’m puzzled that you guys are living in the dark. Mr. Sato made the announcement in class. Yaku-san must have heard it?”“I don’t… think so.” You crewed on your thumb nail. “... Maybe we overlooked it. Probably.” Junko snorted, “ most likely.” You literally felt the eye roll. “It can also be that you two mistook it as having more time to dilly dally.” The only response you could give was a small nod. Things did not look great for your final history grade. There was movement on the other end of the line. When it stopped you could tell that your friend spoke with her head on her palm. Her voice was free of the previous surprise and quiet anger. “ Well, there’s nothing you can do now. Mr. Sato isn’t known for accepting late work.” “Even if he did,” you continued for her. “He will deduct 40 percent automatically.” It disgusted you how easy it was for the man to be mean to his students. “That man is cruel.”“He’s related to you,” Junko teased.“Don’t remind me, Junko-chan.” That man remained a thorn in your foot you decided to ignore for once. You sighed, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. What’s happening on the other side?” By ‘other side’ you meant the soccer club. There was a slight shuffle. Junko must have crawled under her futon.“You’re asking if we won? Yeah, but Shinzen was tough this time around. Their first year defenders are huge! It’s unnatural. Then there’s that crazy girls who won’t stop muttering to herself while spitting anywhere every two seconds.”“Wow. From five to two – she’s getting worse,” you joked.“Oh yeah, I spoke with captain.” The giggles stopped as you turned over on your stomach. “And?”“She thinks it’s best not to get involve. Said that this issue has to be resolved between you two only. What happened in the past? I never knew captain can be a vengeful person.” Junko would never stick her nose this deep into your business. She found the whole drama thing too stressful. But the thing to set you off was that Fumiko had the gall, the impudent boldness to tell your friend that she shouldn’t help you. The news struck a nerve and you sprung out of bed. “What. On. Earth? You’re my best friend, Junko-chan. It’s your right to help me!” You were taught that violence was never the answer to a conflict, but if Fumiko had been near by you would have strangled that green eyed witch until she was blue in the face. You had to cool your head. So you quickly left the bedroom and tiptoed down stairs. It was pass time for a sweet snack. You needed the sugar to sate your burning fury. All the while, Junko had been talking nonstop. What she said did little to put out your passion. “That’s what I said. But you know how captain can get all preachy, and she’s usually right . After she explained the situation to me staying out of this feud seems like the smarter choice. “ That made you trip. On the way down you reached out and was able to grab hold of the kitchen counter while not losing your cellphone in the process. How could Junko be brainwashed so easily? Nope, not possible. Junko was Junko. No sweet words ever swayed her. She acted on her reasoning rather than her heart. It made her seem cold. “What was that, (F/N)-chan!” Junko asked. “Are you alright?”“What lies did she feed you?” Junko got quiet but you could wait. After choosing a strawberry ice cream you shut the fridge with a tap of your heel. Then you grabbed a spoon and headed for the living room. Just as you sat down, Junko decided to speak again. “I’m going to keep it short. Captain basically said that you lost the bet and so pranked her out of jealousy. That sounds like something you’d do. Now I want to hear your side of the story. This feud is getting violent. I don’t want either of you getting hurt, or worse, in trouble.”“Okay, I spiked her drink with a laxative. She missed one dance. Fumiko never talked to me again.” You ate a spoonful of ice cream in the dark. “….Did you ever apologize, (F/N)-chan?”“Eh? Why would I do that? First, Fumiko was acting really mean to me. And second, she provoked me into doing that. I wasn’t thinking straight, yet she still messed with me. She started it so she needs to apologize to me. “ Junko released a long-suffering sigh. It sounded like a parent who had grown tired of disciplining their wayward child. “Maybe I should just stay out. It will blow over with time. Maybe.”As the ice cream melted on your tongue Junko gave you a little warning. “Don’t turn your back on her. Captain can be quite vicious , but you already know this.”You chuckled bitterly. “I do.”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 It was Sunday. Being at school on a Sunday held an uncanny feeling. Unnatural. There was this sixth sense whispering you shouldn’t be here. You didn’t belong inside the deserted building. It was too quiet. Even the footfalls of four teenagers walking down the hall produced no sound. So creepy. Was it really yesterday that Anko and you had the pleasure of being tour guides, showing off the prestigious school to the minister of education and some big shot alumni? Twenty four hours ago you two were strutting down these exact halls cloaked in confidence. Tackling the challenge of that day with steadfast grins. But now that you had to face Mr. Sato’s judgement in a matter of minutes you longed to be far away from Nekoma high. If not for the steady support you got by holding on to Yaku, pressing forward to his class would have been near impossible. Invisible tears rolled down your face because you had failed one of your best subjects. Yaku walked beside you, Fumiko and Kuroo were close behind. No one attempted to make small talk. Each wrapped up in their own mind. You gripped the libero’s hand harder. Although the building was air conditioned, cool as a winter’s morning, fat beads of sweat clung to Yaku's forehead. Jealous eyes watched you. If your boyfriend was scolding at your intertwined hands you did good to ignore him. Yaku, however, could not ignore the negative attention and his lips were curved down in a glaring fashion. Now, the libero had tried to untangle your hands before. But after his first attempt to pull his hand away only got you to pout and tighten your monster hold. In essence, you were crushing his fingers. Poor Yaku decided to take a deep breath and let it be. Up ahead, the door to Mr. Sato's classroom was open. Sweat began accumulating on your forehead. Great. Just great.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊……………….. Tick. Tock. Tick. Sitting behind his desk in a pallet of dark, gloomy colors Mr. Sato cut a menacing figure. The edges in his shape jaw were as hard as the line his thin lips were pressed in. Dissatisfaction was written in his knitted eyebrows. Gathered around his desk, Fumiko, Kuroo, Yaku and you all stood on lava. Waiting impatiently for the history / mathematics teacher to say something.Tick. Tock. Tick. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering. Could not keep them from observing the wall clock way above Mr. Sato’s head. The second hand hopped from spot to spot; producing a sound that was amplified ten times louder inside your head. Your liver twisted in on itself from fear and … excitement? Yes. Guilty excitement. Just knowing Fumiko would also fail tasted sweet in this otherwise bitter situation. Plus, she was currently missing a big soccer match against Fukurodani. The folder shut with a crisp snap. Mr. Sato put the folder down and sat up straighter. You chanced a glace at Fumiko then quickly looked elsewhere. She was side eyeing you. When the stern teacher decided that his students waited long enough he sighed long and hard. Then his sharp gaze was on you all. Everyone flinched under the sudden attention. His stare was condemning. “You. All. Fail. I never accept late work. This,” Mr. Sato gestured to the folder on his desk, “is unacceptable from seniors. As your homeroom teacher I expected more from all of you.” Those grey eyes burned Kuroo and Yaku. “There is always time to play silly ball games but never enough for your school work? Be wise. Choose what is important now so that it would be of use to your future.” His eyes fell on Fumiko next, she looked ashamed. “You graduate in a matter of months. Do you realize how wrong this one F looks on your report card?” Fumiko hung her head. Mr. Sato continued talking. He loved the sound of his own voice. “Be thankful children, for I am a merciful man.” Who was he lying to? Everyone gave the teacher funny looks in response to his false statement. Obvious to his students’ incredulous faces, Mr. Sato tapped a finger to his glasses and elaborated on his claim of ‘mercy.’ “ Coach Nekomata had a talk with me. Convincing me somehow to give you kids a grace period. When this training camp is over and school resumes, I’ll be expecting this assignment first thing on Monday morning.” At those words the air instantly felt lighter. The balloon of tension had popped. Everyone exhaled in sweet relief because Mr. Sato, their unforgiving teacher, was giving them another chance. Before you all got too relaxed Mr. Sato added his terms. “ Oh, there will be a fifteen point deduction since this work is already late. I’m assigning you all new questions, as well.” Kuroo and Yaku made the perfect Grinch face. That teacher knew how to ruin a good time. Mr. Sato pulled open a drawer. Took out some papers and gave one to each student. Permission Sheet it read at the top. That was as far as your eyes went. Mr. Sato stapled his long fingers together, crossed one leg over the other then reclined in his chair. This meeting was over. “Dismissed,” he said curtly, eyes falling close. A second later, a naughty smile appears on his face. You rubbed your head, thinking that something was not taken into consideration. Wait just a minute…doesn’t he know that the boys volleyball club have a training camp during summer break? How can we all work on the project if we are going to be in different places? The irritated, noisy breath that came from the resting teacher shook you out of your thoughts. One narrow eye cracked open to bore into your soul. Like he had heard your thoughts Mr. Sato growled out, “for my sanity’s sake, would you read the entire paper before jumping to the wrong conclusion? Listen closely (L/N), you are ALL going to the training camp so long as your parents agree.”…….👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Fumiko left school on her bike while the rest of you exited the gates of Nekoma high together. Then everyone prepared to head their separate ways. That was when you grabbed the back of Yaku’s shirt to stop him. You wanted to know something from the libero. “What is this summer break training camp like?” The voice which answered was not Yaku’s sweet voice, but a rich baritone that stirred up anger within your heart rather than happiness these days. Kuroo walked close beside you, mindlessly invading your bubble. His alley cat behavior made your left eye twitch.“Kinda like a round-robin tournament where the four schools of the Fukurodani Academy Group hold practice matches against each other. This will be the best year yet, Kitten. There’s going to be a team from Miyagi prefecture joining us – Karasuno.”“Talk much.” You grumbled under your breathe and stalked off. Yaku followed. Kuroo easily fell back in step beside you, much to your annoyance. Stupid long legs. Stupid sexy voice. Ignoring the gibe, Kuroo went on to explain all the school to attend the training camp. Shinzen. Nekoma. Fukurodani. Ubugawa. Most names you were familiar with, having played against their girls’ soccer teams at one point or another. You knew those schools except one - the crows. “Karasuno. Kara…suno?” Where have you heard that name before? You peered at Kuroo’s impossible bed head until the answer hit you like a brick. You were looking at the source.“Hey, aren’t they the guys with the crazy quick attack? I know I’m right. …I am right, right?” Kuroo nodded. Still staring ahead he wore a proud look. Then has the guts to pat you on the back in a congratulatory manner while saying , “that’s my girl. Always knew you paid attention to my volleyball rants.” Yaku covered his snicker behind a hand at the disgusted look on your face. The hand touching you burned, it seemed to belong to a pervert rather than your boyfriend. You shook his heavy hand off. Then you realized that the boys were still walking with you. Is everyone headed for the train station? First you looked left then right. Yaku and Kuroo flanked you with no indication of deviating from the current route. Over head, the sun hung in the dead center of the sky. From its position you knew it was noon. You also started to feel hungry as there was a gnawing in your stomach. Hands folded behind his head, deaf to the ruckus of the city around him, Yaku gazed up at the blue sky. When there was a look of heavy dread weighting down his face. “I can’t tell my mother about this,” he said. “She. Will. Kill. Me. Bring me back to life just to kill me again.” Kuroo rolled his eyes the same time you did. Your friend was being dramatic. The most his mother would do is pull his cheeks. Sore cheeks would not stop Yaku from playing volleyball. Now the gnawing in your belly had become a mild ache. A distraction would be great at the moment. The number of commuters out on the streets had grown, and the train station appeared in the distance. You were almost home.“Sakusa, Kiryu and Ushijima are the top three aces in Japan while Bokuto is number four … so whose number five?” you asked yourself. You held up a hand to count the fingers one at a time; beginning with the pinky and ending on the thumb. Kuroo’s eyes darken ever so slightly at the name ‘Bokuto’. It was no secret that you were not a fan of volleyball. Sometimes, Kuroo was more intelligent than he let on. You hoped he didn’t just figure out that you knew Fukurodani's self - destructive ace personally. That would spoil your little surprise. But then he responded to your question in his normal suave manner. Maybe you imaged the hesitation and glint of suspicion in his intense brown eyes. The boys were so close to you that your arms touched frequently. Must be the sudden swell in foot traffic. Weekend lunch rush had started.………………….. One shop sold volleyball merchandise; from t-shirts to volleyball themed toilet paper. Large posters painted the windows and walls. All the popular high school teams were showcased on the posters. They were really nice to look at but one caught your eye; it forced your feet to stop and you to point in wonder. “Hey, who are these guys in the purple? I love their uniform.” “Currently, they’re the strongest team in Miyagi – Shiratorizawa,” replied Kuroo. He sounded like a growling lion, none to happy. Yaku sneered at the poster as well. Had Shiratorizawa defeated them at Nationals ? “Yum. Yum. They sure have some eye candy.” You assessed the toned legs and broad shoulders which the players possessed. It was a mouth watering sight. You were enjoying yourself too much. Kuroo and Yaku didn’t breathe for three seconds following your pervy remark. Once they got over the shock the boys gave you unimpressed glares. To keep up a neutral disposition you only shrugged, but on the inside you were smirking. When Kuroo caught your eye you rubbed your chin. Pretending to be in deep thought. “ Might have to start getting closer to those guys since I’m soon to be available.”“Ouch. Low blow,” he said walking up to you while holding his heart. You waited for a good comeback. It never came. Instead, he got in your way. One large hand wrapped around your much smaller one, you peered up at Kuroo and suddenly felt chilly. He grinned like a wolf and licked his bottom lip. Slowly. What is he planning? Yaku had enough of his friend’s love play. “Stop teasing her or get a room,” Yaku warned. Heat filled your belly at his words. Kuroo did not take his eyes off you.“Ignore Yaku. He’s jealous.” In the background, Yaku screeched. Kuroo kept talking. “We have to be back at school in a few hours for a practice match. Got lots of time to kill. Wanna hang out with us for awhile?” “Hmmm, I don’t-“ Kuroo did not let you finish the sentence. He turned your body in a different direction and you were suddenly faced to faced with a restaurant. Delicious scents of various meats being grilled were wafting pass your sensitive nose. Your mouth began to salivate and the ache in your tummy chose to return then with extra strength. The hunger was growing. You swallowed. Eager to chow down on some good beef. Yaku and Kuroo shared a private grin. They knew steak was your weakness. Any protest you made now would crumble. “ I – I can’t.”“Oh yes, you can,” Kuroo purred in to your ear. His confidence shot down any remaining resistance. They were taking you in there. His long arm draped around your shoulders, dragging you right to the entrance of the restaurant.He can’t win. I will not allow it! As a last stand against Kuroo and Yaku you dug her heels into the door sill , bracing against it. Still you got carried effortlessly forward. The door opened and the smoky aroma is overwhelming. Almost rendering your refusal to be near Nekoma’s captain pointless. The warmth of the place was pulling you in. “Don’t fight it,” he coaxed. Kuroo thought he’d won. But you weren’t done yet. You shot your hands out, grasping hold of the door frame then slipped out of his hold while he was confused. Yaku looked back only to laugh at his teammate and friend. Kuroo was flabbergasted. You wiggled your fingers at them as you strolled away, “take care boys!” Try as he might, Kuroo couldn’t see your stiletto through the crowd. His girlfriend vanished like a ghost. Yaku came to stand beside him, “she’s caving.” It was meant to be encouraging but Kuroo felt no better. “No. She’s reinforcing her defenses against me.” Kuroo shook his head. “She’s starting to treat me like a normal friend.”
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"I'm home!" Fumiko called out. Her voice echoed around the space as she entered the quiet house. No one answered except the silence of a vacant building. She knew not to expect any 'welcome home, sweetheart' from her parents. They were never around. They're workaholics whose routine consisted of setting out for their jobs well before sunrise then returning home long after the sun had set. Even on a slow Sunday, her mother was out conducting business. Dr Hashimoto was recently released from the hospital , now he spent all his time sleeping. Fumiko slipped off her shoes then placed them neatly to the side. Bare feet padded across the polished wood to her bedroom. Lying on the sofa was Popeye. Fumiko stopped to cast a tender smile upon the cat. Popeye slept on her back in a freefall pose, her little paws swatting at the air from time to time. Perhaps, the cat was dreaming of a paradise where tunas flew and hens were the size of cows. This time, Fumiko moved with care, not wanting to disturb her child’s sleep. When passing the study Fumiko saw something odd that made her pause. Its door was ajar. Through the gap Fumiko could see that someone was in there. Her old man was out of bed; a book in one hand and a glass of rum in the next! Excited, she rushed into the room just as Dr Hashimoto looked up. His plain face brightened with a warm smile. "Ah, Miko, you're back already?" He folded the page as a bookmark, closed it and put the book aside. The man took a sip of bandy. His daughter frowned. "You shouldn't be drinking that. Does your head feel alright?" The reprimand was quickly followed by a concerned question. Fumiko plopped down on the dark sofa beside her father. In a dismissive manner she took his drink away and placed it aside so that she had her father’s full attention.Dr. Hashimoto gazed longingly at the cup. "I'm feeling much better Miko, really. Especially since the police are close to identifying my assailant.""What do they know?" asked Fumiko. She scooted closer."The police are certain it was a woman. They got reliable information out of that boy they found unconscious in the park. He said that a short woman chased him and knocked him out. But that was after he saw her attack me."While Fumiko looked puzzled, hot anger was crawling up her neck slowly. "Does the police know why she did it? I don’t think she was crazy.""I believe that person is an angry family member out for revenge. Earlier in the day, I did receive quite the earful from a patient's daughter. She vehemently blamed me for her father’s death. "" Dad, you are only human just like them. It’s impossible that every surgery will be a success or that people won’t succumb to their illness." Dr. Hashimoto shrugged, he wanted to put this matter behind him. He reached for his drink but Fumiko pushed the cup just out of his grasp. The good doctor looked amusedly at his bossy daughter. "Well, how is your friend, (F/N) - chan, doing? I saw you with her at the party. The two of you seemed tense, like you were both standing on thin ice." "Ex-friend, father, " Fumiko reminded her old man. " Ex-friend." "...And is she alright?"Fumiko looked her father in the eyes. Her impassive face shielded all the emotions. Her words were final. "Not my business.""Hmm. Should be." he said awkwardly before looking elsewhere. His child had a way of reading his mind.Fumiko frowned. The pieces to the puzzle were coming together. "You know who it is. Is she your attacker?" accused Fumiko. ‘I can’t believe that brat is capable of this, but if she did I’m-‘Dr Hashimoto became flustered. "What? Wait, it’s not - forget about it." He slipped up. He slipped up big time. "Let the police do their thing." He squeezed her shoulder, "we’ll get over this, Miko. You’re right about me being in bed, so I’m going to rest my head for a bit. Wake me for dinner." The good doctor took up his book as he got off the sofa. If he wanted to escape now was the time to move. He presumed his daughter was distracted with her thoughts, so he tried to touch the half full cup of brandy only for Fumiko to block him. Dr. Hashimoto pouted like a toddler as he shuffled out of the room. Fumiko would certainly wrestle the truth out of him if he lingered. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊……….. During the uneventful train ride back home, disheartening thoughts waged war inside your mind. ‘What would father think now? He’s going to ground me till the end of eternity, I’m sure. Probably force me to quit the volleyball club just to focus on my studies.’ You felt the train dropping momentum, but this was not your stop. Life seemed to be a grey blur passing all around you. It was quiet unlike your mind. ‘That incident with Fumiko has tarnished my reputation in his eyes forever. My grades are slipping. Now dad’s watching me like a hawk. He’s serious about taking me to see a psychiatrist. What do I say?’……………… Once you arrived home, you knew at once that something was off. You heard a sound; it was your father. The man was whistling to himself. Something he only did when he was in a good mood. Tilting your head right, you listened more and discovered that the sharp, cheerful tone was coming from the dining room. With feet light as a feather, you stalked across to the dinning room and peeped inside. Your father was busy setting plates on the dinner table so you quickly retreated backwards. He didn’t know you were home. Glee made your limbs tingle. This was the chance to escape to your room. There, you would pretend to be asleep and your father would not bother you. With tentative steps and heart in your hands you snuck up stairs. Each quiet, quick step took you higher and brought you closer to home base. “Welcome home, princess!” You stood rock still on the ninth step for a long moment, fearing your heart would never beat again. Fear slithered over you because you had been caught near home base. After a quick prayer that your voice did not shake, you looked back at your father. He stood by the foot of the stairs holding a large dish.“How was your day?” The big grin on his face took years off his age. “Oh never mind, we’re discuss it over dinner. Now run along and get cleaned up. - But don’t take a century in there. Your mother should arrive any minute now.” Surprised by your father’s upbeat mood you watched him go about his business. After putting the dish away he went to the stove to give the pot a quick stir. Then the wonderful scents of herbs and spices and tender beef enveloped you. The scrumptious aroma made your belly rumble and mumble. It made your father laugh. The quick behavior change astonished you so much, you had to take a moment to digest it all. This was good. Yes, the last few days began on awful notes. Yes, you now have the unwanted responsibility of being the team’s main support beam as starting libero with only basic skills. Sure, Fumiko formed a gap in your relationship and you know that she has more planned. But you were not afraid. The gentle wind continues to blow upon you. Light and steadily. Whispering the quiet promise that things will improve; a brutal storm presses in from all sides but your will would not crumble. A sleepy smile adorned your face as you turned around to go to your room.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Dinner was mostly pleasant. Your mother’s face was set in bitter disapproval. She eyed her husband suspiciously the entire time. She was not the only one. Something had put your father in a good mood and you were dying to know what. Questions yielded only more questions because your father never gave a honest answer. Nearing the end of the meal your father finally shared his good fountain with his family. “What! “ Your mother did not take the news as well as you did. She was livid. She turned up her nose, stating that her husband should not have taken on a low class job. “A bus driver? Surely, you can do better,” she remarked in a haughty way. Despite the acerbic words your father leaned over and kissed his wife. The woman settled quickly but her cheeks were pink. Your father wore a cheeky grin. “Well, that’s not the full story. I actually got hired by a private practice but won’t start work for the next two weeks,” your father explained. “As for the bus driver...” He took up a forkful of food, savored the taste before swallowing. “I’m only filling in for a good friend who got food poisoning. Their school has some annual camp this summer break so I figured....” He looked expectantly at you. Only then did your mother notice your terrible table manners. She placed her drink down, large eyes closing from exasperation. Very slowly you placed the bowl , which you had been busy licking clean, down in a dignified manner then folded your hands in your lap like a proper lady.Your face gave away nothing. “So. ..?” You eyed your father. Nervous beads of sweat appearing on your forehead. Yet, the poker face remained in place. To the side your mother sighed. The man folded his arms across his chest. All merriment drained from his face and he gave you a stern look. “Want to tag along, princess?” You were torn over doing the responsible thing. Part of you was ready to agree, but the next part – the part that remembered your project said no. Your conscience swiftly kicked the bad angel off your shoulder. It pained you to listen to your more responsible self because it meant you would have to disappoint your father. Again. You wrung your hands and glared at the table. “Sorry, dad. I already have plans.”“It’s fine.” Your father shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing either of you could do. He took a sip of his drink then gave you a look. “Go on.” Would could you hide from this man? He knew there was more. You looked at the spotless plate feeling bashful all of a sudden. “You see, I have to accompany the volleyball team to a training camp at Shinzen academy but I need your permission to go.” “Shinzen?” There was a look of familiarity on his face. His lips curled and he lifted a brow while watching the pieces come together in your mind.“Wait. Wait. Wait. You will be driving us!”“Does Nekoma wear red and black? Then it must be me,“ he joked.You jumped out of your seat. “Yes! I can’t believe my luck. The wind is blowing in my favor.”“ Again with the wind talk.” Your mother stopped pushing her food around with a fork. “ First my mother, now you. What does that ‘blowing in my favor’ even mean?” You ran around the table and threw your arms around her. A thoughtful grin settled in. Grandma had taught you many things to get you through this harsh world. No matter which direction the wind runs in it keeps moving. She wanted you to be that wind. “Mom, it means to be resilient.” You hugged her tighter and shared a knowing look with your father. “Never lose hope.”
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When your father woke you up the next morning to leave, it was to an onyx – blue sky, chilly air and the sound of the neighbor's dog barking. The paranoia, a distrustful bug that sat on your shoulders for many days, had vanished. You were walking on air and not even Fumiko could push you off of your chariot. You couldn’t wait to arrive at Shinzen. “ Ready to go, princess?” Your father asked. He turned the key and the bus came to life. Sitting right behind the driver’s seat, you peeled your drowsy gaze off your house to stare at him. Sleep clung to you, seen in the languid smile you wore. You never felt more ready. “ I know it’s corny, but I’m ready like Freddy!”Before you got to Shinzen, the team had to be collected. …………👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Nekoma was loaded on the bus and ready to roll. Coach Nekomata sat in your seat now, exchanging light words with the driver – your father. The steel floor hummed under your feet. You stood just near the front seats, looking for something that didn’t seem to be there. “Somebody took my spot.” You had stepped out for just a second to stretch the pins and needles out of your legs. Then you hopped back on-board only to find all the back seats taken! Yamamoto, Lev and Fukunaga were fast asleep. Their snores honked, clattered and wheezed. Fumiko sat slumped against the window next to a bleary eyed Yaku. They both looked dog-tired. Across from them was Kenma, who was tapping his life away on his game console, and beside the setter sat … Kuroo. Your eyes met and Kuroo instantly knew what was wrong. At that moment, his intuition ticked you off. He started to snicker at your predicament. You felt butt naked under his teasing gaze.Your hands shook. If you turned away now it might be awkward to face Kuroo latter. You actually wanted to hang out with him; Kuroo was still your boyfriend and a good friend. Your father wasn’t looking. You broke eye contact but quickly looked back only to lock eyes with Kuroo again. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ People started to become curious because you had been loitering in that same spot. They watched to see what you would do. “Do you want to sit here? It’s find.“ Kuroo made to get up. You panicked. “No.” “No?” He sat back down stiffly, looking confused.“Um … yes!” The ugly smile you put on could break a mirror. You needed to sit there, yet you didn’t want Kuroo to leave. Your face was red hot in embarrassment. “Can I sit on you, Tetsu – kun?” Kuroo, blindsided by the bold request, gaped in silent wonder then he recovered his composure fast. Your heart pounded in bliss when he leaned back against the dark leather seat and patted his lap. The gesture screamed ‘come here.’ Like a puppy wanting to please it’s owner you sat on him. Then the tiredness of the past several days crashed in to you. You sagged against Kuroo’s firm chest, getting comfy. This close to him, his warmth, his breathing; it all rejuvenated you. Life had exhausted your body. Only then did you realize that not only your mental health but your physical health as well had started to rundown. Heavy. That was how your legs felt. It would be a great relief if you could just prop them up on something. You stared intently at your neighbor who lounged by the window seat. ‘He’ll do.’ His kitten face glowed white from the light of the screen. “Psst! Kenma – kun,” you whispered. He grunted“Can I rest my legs on your lap for a bit?” Elation danced in your belly while you wanted for his response. You hoped that he would say yes. There was a heavy pause then another grunt. Getting the go ahead, you turned your body toward the window then placed your short legs across Kenma’s lap. This brought your body closer to Kuroo’s. His chest made the excellent pillow. You felt his eyes on you. “Don’t say anything. “ With that warning you burrowed your face in to his red sports jacket. Long arms snaked around your waist, it made you feel safe to be surrounded by his warm body. Sitting there on Kuroo was sinfully comfortable. You sighed contently. You wanted to stay like that forever. Then Kuroo cooed, “If you missed me that much you can have the jersey?” He blew on your forehead. “Why stop there? Let’s share a futon tonight.” Kuroo wasn’t joking around. The heat started in your face then worked it’s way slowly down to your toes. While you blushed madly at the suggestion, you growled into his chest out of annoyance and pinched Kuroo. Had he read your mind? You couldn’t remember the last time that the two of you were that close. Fingers gently played with your short hair. At first, you wanted to bite those fingers off but the instinct to purr was far stronger. It felt soothing in all the wrong ways. Your hair was shorter than his now; you didn’t even have fringe to flip. Fumiko made sure of that. Yet, Kuroo was enraptured by the new look. Your eyelids drooped as your head rolled to the left. The world began to fade… Kuroo ran his thumb along your cool cheek to the point of your chin. He was seeing a different beauty in you, something serious and dark. It frightened and turned him on simultaneously. Kuroo whispered because he thought you were deep in dreamland. “My adorable kitten has become a feisty temptress.“ Suddenly, your face contorted in displeasure. He tensed up – you had not fallen asleep yet. Hand on his thigh, you pinched up a good chunk of meat then rung it real hard. People at the back of the bus heard his cry. “Ow – ow – ow! ‘Shut up' – got it!”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The bus mowed along the road. Morning light bounced off of the tinted windows. (F/N) slept like a bear cub; curled up on Kuroo’s lap with her feet pressed against Kenma's thigh. Having a hundred plus pounds on you for an extended period was not comfortable. But Kuroo did not mind the pins and needles in his legs because his precious girlfriend got to take her much deserved rest. Their relationship was out of balance at the moment all because of a small misunderstanding. Fumiko stood in the center of all the mess. Kuroo didn’t trust the soccer captain fully. She was trouble. But he couldn’t totally avoid her – they were project partners after all. He was going to settle the matter with his girlfriend at the training camp, win back her trust and love. Just then, she stirred in his arms and Kuroo feared she’d wake up but (F/N) only began to snore lightly. Kuroo closed his eyes, grateful (F/N) remained asleep, then continued his vigil. Watching (F/N) sleep was a rare treat Kuroo enjoyed. Even though Kuroo couldn’t feel his legs anymore he smiled at the angel on his lap. His warm sun after the rain; a cool breeze on a hot day. The effect (F/N) had over him was not easily noticed as it was subtle. Simple. Delicate. Pure. She fit perfectly in to his world as if (F/N) always belonged by his side. Kuroo didn’t want let her go – ever. It was Kenma’s voice that snapped Kuroo out from his thoughts. Kuroo glanced Kenma’s way and found the boy holding out some cheap brand of granola bar. “Here.” Kuroo lifted an eyebrow at the granola bar, trying to understand why he was being offered food all of a sudden. Kenma never took his eyes off of the console screen. “You’re hungry. So have it, ” stated the setter.“I’m not hungry,” Kuroo said with a chuckle. He wondered what could make his friend think such a thing. “Of course your are,” Kenma insisted. “Why else would you stare at (F/N) like that?” A crease due to puzzlement formed on Kuroo’s forehead as his smile faltered. Kenma sounded so sure of himself. And how many times had Kenma been wrong? He took the treat before Kenma accidentally stabs one of his eyes. Kai leaned over them, using the back of their seat as an arm rest. “It seemed you were going to eat (F/N).” He gave Kuroo one of his kinder grandfather smiles. “I heard a growl and thought it was Lev or Inuoka – turns out to be you.” Kuroo looked back at the co captain, alarmed. “What? I was admiring her sleeping face – it’s a caring look!” he whispered fiercely. Kuroo was quick to defend his honor. Kenma clicked his tongue. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with his longtime friend. “ That’s how you felt. What we saw was another story: you were a starving lion and (F/N) – chan was a fat, little gazelle in your clutches.” Kai shook his head. “I heard she didn’t like your gift the other day. How could you forget to put them in water?“ Kai asked. Kuroo shrank a few inches. The roses were fresh and sprightly when he left them on her desk. He would explain himself if only he knew what happened to the flowers. Kai went on, sounding like a sad grandpa. “Such a pity. You went through so much trouble to get `em. “ Yeah he did. While passing Kai's home on his way to school one morning, Kuroo decided to stop by. He wanted Kai to help him with a math homework because Kenma refused to be a good friend. While waiting on Kai, Kuroo spied a rose bush beneath a window in the front yard. The exquisite, thorny flowers with their soft petals reminded him of (F/N), so Kuroo started plucking. Kai thought Kuroo’s way was brutal. He stopped his friend immediately and gave him garden shears to finish the job. As Kuroo snipped rose stems, he thought of how (F/N) wiggled her way into the team’s heart. Not one member of Nekoma hated the girl. “I don’t think I ever told you how I met (F/N) – chan. She showed up out of the blue,” Kai said. The boys headed for the train station. Flowers wrapped up and secured under Kuroo’s left arm. Kai grinned to himself. “And started talking – at first, I was convinced she was sucking up to me just to get on your good side. (F/N) – chan asked if I liked flowers and I said yes. Then she asked why…” Here, it seemed the co captain ran out of words to say because Kai rubbed the back of his head, totally ashamed for a reason that was lost to Kuroo. Kuroo pinched himself to be sure he was not dreaming. He stared intently at his teammate. Kai was blushing! Within a moment, Kai got his act together and continued. “I must have talked for twenty minutes straight about the different types of flowers. I expected her to laugh. To make a rude remark about my hobby but (F/N) – chan just looked curious. She actually wanted to know what makes me – me. From then on, (F/N) – chan drops by every so often just look at the garden – and also steal oranges from the neighbors tree!” 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊Shinzen high school. The moment you got off the bus a pair of strong arms swept you up and spun you through the air. You screamed joyfully, body quivering with the thrill from being so high of ground. All the languid feelings vanished at the sound of his voice, full of life and vigor.“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bokuto said. “I heard you were coming – what happened to your nice hair?! Are you balding?” Bokuto had a funny look on his face as he peered at you as if you were a purple kitten. He stopped swinging you around to let you down. The world was rocking where you stood so you shook your head to clear the vertigo. Bokuto still held you, hands resting on your waist. Of course he wanted to know why you suddenly got a haircut; the last time he saw you, you had a pony tail. There was no time to feel embarrassed because the one responsible for your lack of hair just came of the bus. She approached Bokuto and you looking like the innocent, typical teenager. When Bokuto saw her he released you and grinned at Fumiko. You never saw a smile so bright and boundless. His body appeared to vibrate from excitement. “Fumiko – chan, you’re here too!” Bokuto didn’t give Fumiko the chance to respond. He swept her up in a bear hug then started spinning her around. While those two got reacquainted you decided to make your way to the school, but you didn’t get more than two steps. An old friend was waiting for you. Suddenly, your entire body felt warm and fuzzy – and it had nothing to do with the bright, morning sun. “Hello Akaashi – kun!” You missed him. His blue eyes were now more intense than you remember. “Long time no see,” you said. Akaashi was about three feet away from you. Standing with one hand on his hip. He leaned his head to the side and gave a dull reply,“ Yeah.” Then Akaashi was staring pass you, watching Bokuto mess up Fumiko’s hair. He seemed a bit cold; you feared that he would not give you what you wanted – a hug. Time started to tick by as the of you two just stood there. Then you saw it. It was a slight, lopsided, charming little grin. He held out his arms. Joy bounced around in your heart. You marched into the embrace, head hung and water dripping down your cheeks. The sound of Kuroo obnoxiously clearing his throat cut through the moment. He slunk out of the bus, eyeing Bokuto and Akaashi like a lion. They both frowned back at him. “Is anyone going to explain how you two know my girlfriend?” demanded Kuroo with a tight smile and in a jolly voice. His body language appeared calm yet you sensed rage simmering right below his skin. There was anger behind that smirking mask. It put heat on your heart. Kuroo had a focused gleam in his dark caramel eyes; a look only seem when he was on court, and it satisfied you. Kenma ambled out the bus next, followed by Lev, Yaku and Inuoka. He did not look up from his handheld device as he walked pass. Kenma mumbled something that only Kuroo, Yaku and Lev caught. Kuroo sputtered after his friend, face beet red. “I’m not jealous,“ he hissed. Bokuto spoke over your snickering. He pointed at Nekoma’s captain, eyes gleaming. “Hey Kuroo, she was our friend long before she became your girlfriend!” An arrow had been shot through Kuroo’s head. If that wasn’t enough, Akaashi laid an arm around you and placed his chin on top of your head. Akaashi then smiled coolly at Kuroo as he told the fattest lie ever. “ I’m the first boy (F/N) – chan ever kissed.” You covered your burning face. Akaashi why?“Say … what? “ Kuroo asked.Akaashi smirked before looking at his teammate. “Just kidding. Bokuto was her first kiss. “ This time, your legs buckled and you sagged against Akaashi’s chest. You shook your head. ‘Akaashi, now is not the time to be funny!’………................... When you felt your butt vibrate you knew that you had just gotten a text. You pulled the cell phone out of your pocket while walking towards the school building. Most players headed the same way, hauling their travel bags along. Coach Nekomata led the fray. It was a miracle your father never noticed where you sat for the entire ride. If he had, the semi – traditional man would have exploded by now. That relief was short-lived after you read the text. Conduct your self like a decent lady. I saw that. >:-( ‘Talk about shouting before being out of the hole.' The thought was half amusing. He was your father; it was his job to be pestering. So the only response you could give to his little reminder was a wry smile. Your father had eyes like an eagle. Of course he saw that. Next you knew, Fumiko was beside you. Close enough to brush shoulders. Fumiko put her head right next to your ear. “Slut~.” She whispered smoothly. The word fell from her lips , it was feather light that you narrowly caught it. Cool shade fell over you both for a passing cloud hid the sun from view. A fire burned within (E/C) orbs that started to emit a spiteful heat. Slowly, you turned to face her, staring the devil – witch right in it’s eyes. Your eyes narrowed in irritation. You spoke once, there was no place on earth as frigid as your crisp tone. “What?” asked the girl oh so innocently. Her smile was vexing as Fumiko bounced on the spot. Running a hand through her short, auburn hair. Once more the warm sunshine reached the earth yet it did not melt the ice in your soul. ‘I can’t speak. My tongue – it’s frozen but my throat burns!’ Fumiko braced her hands upon her hips. “I didn’t call you a ‘two timing dog’ this time. Be happy.” A hard finger flicked the back of your head, leaving a stinging thud. By the time you realized it had been Fumiko you saw that the snake was fleeing to coach Nekomata's side. Nearly running Shibayama over in her haste to reach her grand uncle. Smart choice. Had she delayed for a second, you would have her eating dirt at the moment. ……….............. Boiling rage pulsed relentlessly within your veins. Oh, the urge was there to tell that snake a piece of your mind! ‘Deep breaths (F/N) ….deep breaths.’ You bit your bottom lip, the breathing exercise was a form of self discipline. It would be foolish to take her bait with people around. Once you had your emotions in check you increased your pace to catch up to the crowd now entering the school. Your heavy steps pounded the grass as you went. The team trickled into the building with no semblance of order. Shinzen players were welcoming them with open arms. Coach Nekomata introduced his niece, Fumiko, to the other coaches before pointing you out to them. You waved in return but your cheeky smile disappeared the moment the coaches’ backs turned. As long as you did not have to share a room with Fumiko you would survive the week. A shadow loomed behind you. Easily keeping pace with your brisk steps. You were not in the mood to talk. Despite the present resentment for the soccer captain, a small smile broke across your face when you stopped and turned around to regard the quiet setter with a raised brow. “Yes, Akaashi?”“You two still hate each other,” he said and relieved you of your small travel bag. The two of you were at the school’s entrance. Just mentioning Fumiko was enough to make you suck your teeth bitterly. Akaashi arched a dark brow slightly at the sound, blue eyes boring in to your soul. With huff of defeat, you folded your arms across your chest and started to observe the boy who was already watching you. “Know what Akaashi, you can be real pushy at times,” you said.“I learned from the best.” He meant Bokuto. Akaashi squeezed the bag straps. He hadn’t forgotten the main reason for stopping you. “ So…?” “Right. I don’t hate her – that much, but she’s been trying my patience lately.”“You don’t have very much,” he added in a flat tone.You gave your friend the stink eye, “Thank you Akaashi. Thank you very much.” The remark dripped sarcasm, however that was lost on Akaashi. He seemed genuinely flattered by the response and gave a earnest reply.“You’re welcome,” he said.Okay?“Remember when I told you about a girl that kissed my boyfriend ?”“That girl was Fumiko – chan?” His face looked two shades lighter, his pupils were mere pin pricks and his eyes had gotten larger. He was rightly disturbed. “She’s been tormenting you? That doesn’t seem like her.”“Well, people change. Just not always for the better.” You looked out at the field. Those good times spent chasing a soccer ball through the park with Fumiko seemed like eons ago. Your memory of her kind side was fragmented and the shards were disappearing fast. “Anyhow, Junko wants to ‘stay neutral'… She thinks I should – ““Excuse me,” said a tall guy. He had puffy hair and looked to be a member of Shinzen. You were in his way. “Sorry,” you said bashfully. Quickly stepping aside so that the player could pass. Then you noticed all the guys heading for the gyms. “You people don’t waste anytime when it comes to volleyball, huh.” Bokuto pops his head out of the open gym doors. With his mega voice Bokuto called for Akaashi. He sounded like a wailing baby crying for it’s mother. Akaashi locked eyes with you. The steady gaze said it all. We’ll talk later. You nodded, understanding his unspoken promise. Akaashi held out the small travel bag which you took. When you pulled you were met with resistance. He didn’t release the straps and made a comment that had you catching flies. “Red and white: people are gonna think you’re Nekoma’s manager.” There was no warning when he did let go of the bag straps. Right away, you stumbled a ways backwards in to the school, righting yourself before you could fall. Akaashi apologized profusely, but you did not get hurt so your burst of laughter surprised him at first. Your humour put his concern at ease. His posture relaxed. “You seem fine. I’ll take my leave now.” Shoulders shaking from the remnants of your laugher, you breathed hard from being winded. “Hurry before Bokuto losses it.” Right after you said that Bokuto made an ugly face. He cupped his hands around his mouth to use as a megaphone and hollered for Fukurodani’s setter.“Hello, Akaashi. I’m waittting!” cried Bokuto in a snobbish tone. Akaashi was a good distance away but still he heard your snickers.“See? What did I tell you?” Akaashi did not look back but his body did become tense. The setter took off at a jog in order to reach the gym faster. You couldn’t leave without messing with your favorite ace. Mischief twinkled in your (E/C) eyes as you put your hands up and shouted. “You’re not his mother, Bokuto!!! Akaashi is not a child to be told when to move. Stop being a drama queen!” Then you stuck out your tongue at the startled ace. Bokuto fell like a domino for the taunt. Arms reaching for the sky, he shook his fist at you wildly. “Say that again! I dare you!“ A hand over his mouth cut off whatever nonsense Bokuto wanted to add. Akaashi didn’t give his teammate a chance to fight back for he fast walked inside the gym, pulling Bokuto along. With the ace off your case you bounced away to locate your room. ……….Bokuto held up a volleyball in his left hand. He grinned at his friend. “Hey Akaashi, throw me some tosses!” The setter sighed to himself. Akaashi looked annoyed by his teammate’s antics but on the inside he was glad to set for Bokuto. Anytime. Anywhere.
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Watching from the corner of his eye, Kuroo quietly observed (F/N)’s interaction with Akaashi. Even from a distance he saw vexation in her eyes and felt the displeasure and ire from her quick speech. She was sharing some troubling news with Akaashi. Why didn’t (F/N) confide in him? Whatever (F/N) was going through Kuroo wanted to be there beside her; supporting his friend every step of the way. Her pain was his pain, but if Kuroo butted in on their conversation (F/N) would certainly mistake his concern for jealousy. He thought back to that day. It happened in his second year…………. (F/N) was many things: an outstanding athlete, a reliable classmate, the encouraging friend, Ms. Optimistic and the girl who stole his heart…..but a lone wolf (F/N) was not. Considering that it was lunch break, Kuroo was surprised to find his crush sitting in the back corner of the classroom alone. A hand covering her face, slim shoulders quivering as if she was freezing. (F/N) looked so frail and vulnerable. About to fall apart. Yet Kuroo would have gone pass the classroom had his sharp ears not picked up on her sniffles. His nonchalant behavior got serious real fast in light of the situation. His palms felt wet. The thought of chatting up the beauty made him shy. Kuroo would hate to become the next guy (F/N) rejected. As a young woman who took her athletics seriously there could be no distractions. Kuroo stood in the doorway for the longest second. He was sorely tempted to bolt. (F/N)'s friends were not around so maybe she preferred to be alone. Yeah. Kuroo spun around, prepared to give the girl her desired privacy when it hit him.(F/N) was not ashamed to cry in public. Why was she hiding? Not allowing himself to fully analyze the thought further Kuroo approached the girl. Sensing his approach, (F/N) hasty wiped at her eyes, straightened her uniform then sat tall and presented a grin fit for a princess. It squeezed Kuroo’s heart. “C-can I help you Kuroo-san? ” asked (F/N) in a pleasant manner between sniffles. This was not the soccer field but she put her walls up anyhow. She would not be seen weak. A peeved sigh left his lips before Kuroo could catch it. People shouldn’t have to hide their pain. If you’re sad – cry. If you’re angry – throw a tantrum. Kuroo frowned in the face of pretense, gazing intensely in to her blood shot eyes. Kuroo pulled a chair over to her desk , sat down on it and placed his lunch on the table. “Here. You haven’t eaten all day.” Her smile tightened with puzzlement. A black cloth was wrapped around the bento. Kuroo untied the cloth then removed the cover to revealed a healthy, colorful lunch of salmon, rice and crispy vegetables. Slowly, he nudged the boxed lunch toward the baffled girl. Then his face relaxed as he smiled. Folding his hands behind his head. “I’m not leaving until you eat.” (F/N) stared at the food, then turned those beautiful but wary eyes on Kuroo. Quietly questioning his logic or sanity. “Hmm? There’s so many vegetables in there. I don’t like the green stuff.” While saying this she looked neither disgusted nor delighted. (F/N) seemed lightly curious though, leaning forward to breathe in all the mouthwatering aromas. To Kuroo’s pleasure she began to eat. Crewing slowly at first, then nodding in approval. The food was palatable. She shrugged and took another bite, then another and another. Only a few bites of food remained. Normal girls habitually ate less when a guy was around but she didn’t care about that. (F/N) enjoyed food. Kuroo unfolds his hands to rest them on the desk. Now came the hard part. “I’m a great listener if you want to talk.”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊……………………… Right away the small merriment in her eyes vanished. (F/N) placed down the chopsticks, shoulders drooping as she began to dry wash her hands. Uncomfortable. Her eyes darted from one random spot to the next, but never on Kuroo. Bad move. If he could take back what he said he would. Kuroo had overstepped; just because (F/N) wasn’t opposed to sharing his company that didn’t mean Kuroo was welcomed to her heart. With an apology on the tip of his tongue Kuroo had second thoughts. There was a deep feeling inside his gut; it cautioned him to be patient. So Kuroo swallowed his sentiments. Life carried on as usual outside the quiet classroom. Kuroo and (F/N) were at a stalemate. The girl didn’t pay him any mind; she remained a painting, waiting for him to leave. That nipped at his resolve. While it didn’t look like (F/N) would ever drop her walls and suddenly open up about her problems, Kuroo refused to retreat after coming so far. He waited her out. Her walls crumbled, she began to speak. The voice was softer than a whisper. Kuroo leaned forward to catch everything she was about to reveal.“My…my grandmother died.” A silver bead slid down her cheek, it hung under her chin for a second before becoming a wet splotch on the desk. Delicate fingers curled into a tight ball. “ Kuroo – san, she died asking for me and I wasn’t there by her side!” Suddenly, (F/N) focused on him. It was like standing before a cyclone. Contrite tears poured down her face. A face darkened by bitter fury and bursting from raw hate. The unadulterated anguish such eyes beheld took the boy aback. Something wasn’t right. “Granny passed away on Monday. Would you believe I only just found out today?”“Why?”“My uncle…my parents …my family didn’t want me to have any distractions while sitting my exams... but high marks mean squirt to me when I couldn’t be there for the person who matters most in my life,” explained (F/N). She banged a fist on the desk. “ They are selfish pigs! They should be the ones dead – not granny. I hate them all!” Once more, (F/N) raised her fist to strike the desk but Kuroo captured her hand before she hurt herself. Kuroo gave (F/N) a stern look. “No. You don’t.” She looked at him as if he had gone mad. How could this stranger understand what she was feeling? Kuroo let go of her hand but kept (F/N) in his sight. His eyes were sincere as he hoped his words would change her negative outlook. “Yes you are disappointed. You have every right to feel betrayed. It’s not a sin to be angry, (L/N) – san. Scream. Kick up a fuss. You don’t have to save face. But a pure soul like yours shouldn’t hate. Forgive them. Please.”“You hardly know me Kuroo-san,” (F/N) said. She studied him, seeing him for the first time. “ Why are you talking as if we have known each other for years?” He shrugged. She had a point. “True. But it’s also a fact that you don’t really mind my meddling. No?” (F/N) closed her eyes to think on it, rocking back and forth gently. Then she smiled to herself and his heart got punched. There was a playful twinkle in her crescent shaped eyes. “You are so sweet I could kiss you Kuroo – san.” Right after (F/N) said that crimson stained her cheeks, having realized her comment might be taken the wrong way. Displaying a rosy hue, Kuroo’s face wasn’t much better. “Oooh, I’m sorry! That was inappropriate,” cried (F/N). The girl slapped her cheeks as a way of chastising herself and mumbled fretfully. “ Aww, what if your girlfriend had heard me?! I’m so silly. Silly – silly – silly.” He was quick to stop her worries and pointed out that he was single. Kuroo stressed the fact that he was single. “Are you feeling much better?”“Not by a long shot,” (F/N) pouted at Kuroo. He pouted right back. She dropped the act and gave him a cheeky grin. This was no longer a girl buried in hatred. She was free. “Know what? I’m was going cut uncle Sato off – keeping granny’s death a secret had been his idea after all. “ As (F/N) spoke, she fiddled with the smooth edges of the bento box. Neither teens realized that they’d pulled their chairs closer. Only a tiny space kept their knees from touching. Kuroo wanted to enjoy her velvet voice for all eternity. “Because of you, I think I understand uncle’s reasoning just a little. – This doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person… and he’ll always be my uncle.” Someone entered the classroom just then and came to a sudden stop right beside Kuroo. She held two bento boxes, one in each hand. “You got lunch already?” asked Junko, eyeing the wooden container that sat between (F/N) and Kuroo. She spoke in a dry voice. With unblinking eyes and lips that remained straight Junko was a walking corpse. “Yeah!” (F/N) beamed a smile at her best friend and gestured excitedly toward Kuroo, who had gotten out of his chair, as if she was presenting her fiancé to her mother. (F/N) bounced in her seat and winked. “You should thank this generous middle blocker right here, Kuroo – san. He’s been looking after me this whole time.” Hard, golden eyes zeroed in on Kuroo. He was sure Junko would spit in his face. Instead, she bowed. “Thank you for taking care of my friend.” When she straightened up again Kuroo met her ever neutral expression. Bafflement aside, Kuroo thought Junko wasn’t so bad. In fact, she reminded him of Shohei somewhat. Kuroo looked back at his crush. “No big deal. She is more than a pleasure to be around.” The boy reached over to playfully pinch her cheeks. “Eat your vegetables, Black Comet.” Surprise bloomed in (F/N)'s eyes. Of course Kuroo knew her nickname. What really pumped his ego was that (F/N) also knew what position he played. (F/N) had noticed him. Delight filled his heart; he still had a chance. Hands in his pants pockets, Kuroo left the classroom with a fat smirk.
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The first day of camp closed out on a brilliant sunset, flooding the west sky over Shinzen in bold hues of orange, pink and purple. Dark settled in, the chirps of crickets filled the night. Then there were other sounds piercing the night, manmade sounds. Sneakers squeaked on hardwood floor as bodies moved around the volleyball courts in a harmonious frenzy. From time to time, the sharp smack of a no-touch-ace would resonate throughout the gym, shaking the court. An attack so fast the opposing team could not react at all to defend. Officially, the grueling training sessions were done for done for the day but, based on the noise, some players remained active inside the sports building. Those boys poured a little extra into their training. They had an appetite for improvement like you, a hunger to be better than yesterday. You believed that this desire was what separated normal athletes from the true monsters. And you were a itty bit inclined to join them if not for two things: your stomach was full and your brain – exhausted. Sleep was calling out as well. Tomorrow then. For now, you would be sleeping with the witch. Literally.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 "You must be Nekoma's other manager. Nice to finally meet you! I’m Mako Otaki," said a girl wearing a blue tee. Her voice was melodic and tinkled like wind chimes. Otaki pulled you in to the room the moment you were about to introduce yourself. It all happened so fast that you could only stumble behind Otaki. Once you had your balance back you looked up in wide-eyed wonder at all the girls scattered about the classroom. “No way. Everyone is already here?” Conversations quieted as, one by one, all eyes settled on you. Energy buzzed around your abdomen. “Hey. I’m (F/N).” There was a soft but sharp rude noise and only one girl could have make it. Fumiko sat with her back to you. Oh, you understood the situation. The embarrassment was written on your face. “…And you all already know that.” That got a few nods. “Well, I hope we can all get along just fine.” Suddenly, a girl wearing a yellow shirt sprung up and hugged you tight. Her twin ponytails bounced in a manner that reminded you of Kimiko. When she smiled her blue doe eyes sparkled with kindness. “Eri Miyanoshita here: manager of Ubugawa boys’ volleyball club.” In that moment, you realized everything would be just fine. You had only known Eri and Otaki for three minutes yet you already liked them. Following their lead, the rest of the managers got up to introduce themselves to you. Otaki was a third year at Shinzen, Kaori Suzumeda and Yukie Shirofuku were third and second years at Fukurodani and the managers from Karasuno were Kiyoko Shimizu and Hitoka Yachi. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊A short time later Shirofuku suggested the idea for a game. Everyone sat on their futons in a ring. She laid flat on her stomach, face sunk in to the flat bed while her red hair was fanned out. The girls had yet to decide on which game to play. Shirofuku picked her head up off the pillow, held both pointer fingers up then said slowly, "Okay girls ... so like this is an open question. If you had to choose between having diarrhea or vomiting for an hour straight, which problem would you rather have? Hmmm?”‘None.’ You thought. "Ewww!" cried Otaki in disgust. Such an absurd question didn’t deserve an answer. Still, she covered up her amusement with a cough. Fumiko leaned forward, head supported by her hand. Your enemy was actually contemplating an answer to that ridiculous question."Honesty," Fumiko started in a serious tone. All eyes turned on the soccer captain. "I’d rather be stuck in the bathroom for an hour than deal with puking my guts out.” Fumiko was not aiming for a joke but laugher filled the room. "I second that. Whenever I throw up it feels as if I’m going to die. Puking your guts out is no fun,” you added. Finished, you began to pick at the soft material of the futon so that you didn’t have to see your ex – best friend’s expression. Somewhat shy for being in agreement with that snake. Fumiko was staring at you. Then suddenly, Shirofuku rose to her feet like some boxing champion. Her red eyes seemed to glow in her excitement. “In that case you guys better evacuate the house! I choose vomit! Throwing up is as easy as breathing for me. Maybe I should go for the world record? Everyone will know my name. Puke Queen Shirofuku!" Suzumeda only shook her head in disbelief and said, “You must be very proud of yourself, Shirofuku – chan?” “Of course, duuuddde! This one time I like threw up for twenty minutes straight.” Shirofuku looked proud of the feat. Vomiting had to be a tough hobby."Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!” Otaki waved her hands about, dismissing the current topic. “Find something else to talk about – please!" Face green and cheeks bulged, Otaki had gotten both sick of the conversation and sick to her stomach. In fact, Otaki looked ready to throw up her dinner. It gave everyone a good laugh. As the giggles died down you clapped your hands twice then stood up.“I know what we can do.” Your smile screamed mischief. “Let’s play truth, dare or promise.” 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 "Truth!" Miyashita held her clasped hands before her heart, body vibrating in anticipation. Her twin tails bounced along to the motion of her movements. The girl shouted out her choice before Otaki even finished asking the standard question. Otaki leaned towards her victim, lips curled up in a crude smile. Brown eyes displaying mischief. That crafty look caused Ubugawa’s manager to lose heart. Confidence seeped out of Miyashita like air out of a balloon. She no longer buzzed with excitement but had become rock-still for her smile quickly crumbled in light of the situation. Perhaps, honestly wasn’t the best policy. Now having the nerves of a child, Miyanoshita started to squirm under Otaki's wolfish gaze. Then Otaki closed her eyes. "So tell me, Miyanoshita – chan... did you really puke in the middle of the welcome assembly? Right on Gora - san shoes?” Gora -san? Who’s that? …Sun kissed skin. Yellow shirt. Ponytail. You remembered. Ohhh. The guy with those insane, whiplash serves! No one thought Miyanoshita’s big eyes could get any larger but that was just what happened when Otaki asked such an embarrassing question. Miyanoshita’s teal orbs were on the verge of rolling out of their eye sockets. First, Miyanoshita gasped in shock then started to breathe like a fish for a response. You didn’t envy Miyanoshita's spot in the sun – stuff like that were better left forgotten. "Oh yeah, you totally did.""What? How – who told you that, Shirofuku – chan?" Miyanoshita weakly demanded of droopy eyes.Shirofuku gave Miyanoshita a closed eyed smile. She was a smug tom cat. Then Shirofuku plopped face down on the futon again, crossing her legs at the ankle. "It went virrrraal, " mumbled the red head. That alarmed Miyanoshita who ditched the pillow, (which smacked Yachi right on the forehead) stood up and just fumed. Miyanoshita did not see the night turning out like this. But the anger melted fast and soon Miyanoshita was back on her futon, covers over her head. She stuttered, "I was nervous, I skipped breakfast and – and…""Okay! My turn," Fumiko cut in. Night was getting older by the second. The soccer captain flipped her short, wavy hair then turned to face the little blonde with a wicket grin. "Yachi: truth, dare, or promise?" Yachi shriveled up under the heavy, green stare of Fumiko. Her brain sky-rocketed in to overdrive. Her blonde hair fizzed out as if struck by lightning (you saw smoke billowing from her ears and mouth) while her back became straight. You saw the gears rapidly spinning in Yachi's mind through those crazed, honey eyes. A dozen thoughts bounced around her brain, each scenario worse than the one before it. The terrible outcomes were burying Yachi deep in paranoia faster than her logic could catch up. If Yachi chose truth, she might have to reveal an embarrassing secret which in turn would made make Yachi go in to cardiac arrest; yet dare would be even worst – there was an endless list of suicide stunts Fumiko could choose from. For a scary cat like Yachi there was only one safe bet. And that wasn’t even a hundred percent safe but it was the best bet she had. Yachi took a deep inhale to both quiet the voices in her head and seal her fate. There were no second chances here. "Promise."Fumiko grinned. "You must repeat after me.”Yachi nodded.“I am in love with coach Ukai!" Yachi never completed the sentence because she fainted on the word ‘love’. With Yachi dead to the cruel world Fumiko automatically took her turn. (Such a cheater.) Karasuno third year manager went with truth. Fumiko really eyed Shimizu down, but unlike Yachi she stared right back at the witch. You admired Shimizu’s unflinching attitude. Not many people could stand up to Fumiko’s superiority complex. "You can see find without the glasses, right?"Instantly, Shimizu’s cheeks, along with the tips of her ears, splashed red and the quiet girl ducked her head down. Everyone except Fumiko gasped, genuinely surprised as Shimizu gently slipped the frames off. "Well...I like how I look in them. It makes me feel all mysterious…" she admitted in a bashful chuckle. You all agreed. With that behind her, Shimizu fixed her attention on a girl with a high ponytail. There was a splash of freckles across her nose. Suzumeda smiled brightly, both nervous and excited that her turn had come. Fukurodani’s manager choose dare and had to eat two large bags of deadly hot pepper chips. Thirty seconds in and Suzumeda was sobbing like a baby, not even half way done with the first bag. Shirofuku went next and then came your turn. You took a deep breath, willing your nerves to just relax for a moment. It was your turn to have some fun. Absently, your fingers drummed on the futon.‘
What to choose? What to choose?'
Yachi was still dead to the world. Shirofuku laid on the ground unusually still after being dared to consume the last bag of those spicy chips. Her mouth was burning up. Then the red head turned those teary eyes on you. She asked the standard question but her voice was scratchy. It sounded like she hadn't spoken in weeks. You went with dare only to regret that choice right away for a creepy wide grin popped up on Shirofuku’s pale face. There was a sudden need to burrow into your futon. Her voice had magically returned to normal. "Yeah, so (F/N)-chan you have to like sneak into Nekoma’s room and draw on all of their faces. Easy."Go where? Do what? Oh no-no-noo. You started to sweat. "I don’t think that would be possible. They are a sensitive bunch. Heck, Kenma-kun can smell me from a mile away..." you replied. “See? It’s not doable.” Although, it would be hilarious. Shirofuku poked a finger at her cheek, thinking. "Hmmm. How about our team?”Suzumeda frowned. "No way. I don’t want to run the risk of waking Bokuto up. You of all people should know how he gets." In opposition, Suzumeda whipped her head about vehemently. Maybe too hard because her high ponytail slapped Shimizu right across the cheek. It was not funny but Otaki suddenly burst into laughter and in turn Miyanoshita and you joined in. "Try Karasuno,” suggested Shimizu. Even with a red line on her cheek Shimizu still looked cool and unbothered. Yachi awoke with a start. "Where are we?" "(F/N)-chan has to put snakes in the coaches' room.” answered Fumiko in a grave tone. Yachi almost fainted again but this time Shimizu managed to calm the worrywart. A few words of wisdom from her senpai was enough to placate Yachi. After everyone settled down all eyes returned to you. You glowed under the attention. "Okay. Okay. I’ll do it – but… " Fumiko growled, displeasure clear in her voice. “When did you become such a coward? Black Comet backing out already? You’ve lost your stuff, my friend." Your left eye twitched. It was hard to keep smiling when she needled you like that. “No. That's not it.” You tried to reason with the managers. “They could be awake right now. I don’t want be caught.” I’m in enough trouble to last until I’m sixty.“Don’t worry, (L/N)-san. I assure you the boys are asleep," said Shizumi. She must have sensed your unease. No matter, it worked like a drug.“Black Comet is ready to go.” 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The hallway was cold and dark. Instead of sleeping, several girls tiptoed quietly along it. At the front of the line was you. Anticipation blazed in your eyes when you came upon the stairs. The targets were close and the wait was eating you up, so much so that you took deep breaths just to remain calm. During your focus session Yachi bumped in to your back which caused the others to collide and knock against each other. No one blamed you for the traffic jam. The managers held their hands over their mouths and snickered. You rolled your eyes, told the girls to wait there while you descended the short stairs and snuck up to the third door. Lip between teeth, you eased open the door before slipping inside. Click. Every girl stood huddled by the foot of the stairs, watching. Their hearts had risen up to their throats for they now waited with hushed apprehension; you ventured inside that room so carelessly. Just earlier, you fretted about sneaking into that room out of fear the team might be awake. But when the time arrived you threw caution to the wind. There was a thumbing in your ears as you stood over your targets. A massive giddy grin crawled across your face although no one would ever see it in the darkness. So you fished out the cell phone and activated its flashlight. Over a dozen futons materialized before you; they were packed side by side like canned sardines. The bright light caused a small disturbance. Some boys squinted beneath the glow while others simply rolled over. But a guy with blonde hair started to rub his eyes, he frowned then shifted in his bed about to sit up. You panicked. Please don’t wake up! you thought. You shut off the flashlight and held your breath as the room plunged back into darkness. Fabric rustled as people shifted about once more. Frozen as a marble statue, you did not allow yourself to breathe for sixty seconds. So afraid that the sound alone would alert Karasuno of your presence. After a minute or two all movement became still again. Only gentle breathing and the occasional hissing snore filled the room; the boys were sound asleep. Good timing because you were in desperate need of oxygen. The flashlight came back on and this time no one stirred. Moving the phone from side to side you took in their faces; imaging what wacky designs to give each boy. Beards? Mustache? Unibrow? Fish lips? Oh, the list was endless. The thrill that rushed over you felt awesome! Your heart beat fast, your hands shook and your body was hot with energy. Time to start. The first victim was large; using a washable red marker you gave him a full face beard to compliment his long hair. For proof and memories, you snapped a picture of your creation before moving on to the next target. Moving as a secret spy would you went down the lines of futons, giving the boys immaculate mustaches, bushy red beards, green unibrows and blue side burns. Just for kicks, you even drew some long, long eye lashes on a few boys that would put any mascara and eyeliner commercial to shame. Click. Click! Click!👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Kuroo laid on his futon, awake. Unable to find a comfortable position to rest, he just gave up on sleep altogether and stared at nothing. Well, that's was a half-truth. Bitter thoughts kept him up; he was unsettled by his girlfriend being so familiar with Bokuto and Akaashi. Why was it a problem? His girlfriend was already friends with his friends. That should have made Kuroo happy, instead here he was feeling insecure. His eyes burned and his heart was folding in on itself. His mind would not erase that one scene where Bokuto held his (F/N) tight in his arms; she had looked at birdbrain with a longing. Nekoma’s captain sighed, it was the sound of misery. “Do you actually believe that Bokuto can steal her away from you?” The horde of goblins that surrounded Kenma would be a challenge to defeat. His eyes were bloodshot from the intense focus, yet the sad vibes Kuroo gave off were distracting. Kenma detested that. “Then you’re a fool, Kuroo.” That make Kuroo pout. Kenma can be a meanie when irritated. “Are you saying I’m jealous? ‘Cause I certainly don’t look jealous. I’m not acting like it…” Kuroo made a face at the lump under the blanket that was Kenma.The pudding only shook his head as all the goblins were obliterated by a single energy blast. When had Kenma ever been wrong? “Fine.” Kuroo gritted his teeth and rolled over on his stomach, his head rested a top his arms. "(F/N) has never given me the cold shoulder this long. I messed up Kenma. Really, really bad. What if she dumps me for Bokuto? – Not that I’d blame her. He’s popular. A national top five ace. She gets all happy when that owl’s around. “ Hidden under his blanket, Kenma rolled his eyes. He was suffering yet couldn’t stuff his ears to shut out his friend’s moping. It tired Kenma out. Distractedly picking at the blanket, Kuroo continued to pity himself. (F/N) had become a part of his life, should she leave Kuroo would be never be the same. “How do I compete with him? It’s over…" Kenma unwillingly paused his game. "Senpai is simpleminded, not superficial. I’m sure if (F/N) had lost interest in you she won’t bother to lead you on. Ugh – she loves you. So quit being depressed! It’s a distraction.” For the first time that night, Kuroo’s mind was silent. (F/N) loved him. He would have to make it up to her. "You’re right Kenma. I’m such a fool.” In love! Across the room, Yaku fought against sleep for a different reason. His eyes were weary, bloodshot and glued to the laptop screen. Just one more sentence was needed to wrap up his conclusion. He was almost at the finish line. Yaku pushed his mind to the limit and then he yawned. And his eyelids got heavy closed without his permission. Wait, he was not done. He had to stay awake, alert. His head lulled to the side. “Go to bed, Yaku,” said Kai. It was half past twelve already. The libero shook his head like a dog would to wake up his mind then scoffed at Kai. Yaku would finish his work but he never really got that last sentence in. In a matter of seconds, the boy was fast asleep. Kai chuckled softly as he took up the laptop to put away. While Kai did that, Kuroo not so gently hauled a snoring Yaku back to his futon. Somehow, he managed to get Yaku in without waking the boy. He wondered if his kitten was dreaming about him. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 When you got back at the room you suddenly felt dog tired and knew that the moment your head hit the pillow you would be out. Apparently, the others were not sleepy for they had gathered in a corner to look through the photos. “I still can’t believe you did that.” Otaki was by your side. Her brown eyes were puffy and she fought back a yawn to keep talking. “Father says brave people have an ounce of crazy in them.” You had gotten into the futon while she spoke. Now a lazy smile rested on your face, it was a battle to keep your eyes open. Too bad the game wasn’t done yet. “Truth, dare …or promise?” Otaki studied you for a long second before giggling at some joke that only she got. “It’s too early for the fun to end, (L/N)-chan. Dare.” "Okay. Tell you at breakfast.” Your eyes shut and voice got soft as your mind drifted off to dreamland. Otaki was still there. “Sorry.... eyes won’t. Need rest." She nodded because she understood the situation. Everyone worked really hard today but now it was late. A single hand clap got the room’s attention. Otaki made the announcement while giving the sweetest smile. “Alright ladies, time for bed.”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊The next morning A well placed kick to the stomach woke you up. You rolled over with a groan and sat up holding your sore belly. Yachi had kicked you in her sleep. And your cry of pain must have woken her up. Now the second year was bowing at the foot of your futon. Shivering like she was suffering from hypothermia, Yachi fervently asked for your forgiveness. Only the words you are forgiven put a stop to the first year's long-winded apology. Bemused, you watched on as the skittish blonde quickly backed away like some beetle. Her relief was short lived. Yachi had been moving without watching where she was going so stepped on Otaki’s foot. Scared to death, Yachi hopped around to face the manager who was holding her ankle. "Oh, I am so - so sorry! Please forgive me!" When your phone beeped you checked it, anticipating something good. You could only roll your eyes heavenward for the first message of the day was from none other than your cheesy boyfriend. good morning beautiful :-* Sunlight flooded the room. It warmed the side of your face. There was also a warmness in your cheeks and it wasn’t due to nature. A smile rested on your lips; you were still angry at him but the message was sweet. its too early for this....good morning dork Another text came through. This time, it was from your best friend. Are you having fun? Hope you're not giving captain a ruff time. :-)Smiling to yourself as you typed a quick reply. Shirofuku was just rolling out of her futon. U know me too well Junko. :-) I might have dyed her tongue. There’s so many great people at this camp. I’m EXCITED!!! Don’t forget about your pair assignment. >:lKeep reminding me. bye! After a hot shower you headed down to the cafeteria. The open space was buzzing with eager energy from the male players. Shizumi, Eri and Shirofuku were serving breakfast. While the other managers sat at table near the window. For half a second you were tempted to join Nekoma's table. When Kuroo looked up and winked, you blushed and sped towards the canteen instead. Shizumi gave you a generous helping of food that would make any true glutton happy. After thanking the quiet girl, the time of finding somewhere to sit arrived. Nekoma’s table was a no-no. You didn’t know anyone from Ubugawa nor Shinzen beside their managers. Akaashi glanced your way coolly. Cheeks stuffed with steamed rice, he resembled one of those melon faced cats and you found it adorable. Those calm eyes beckoned you over; a quiet request that you sit with him. Before long, Bokuto also spotted you and sprung from his seat just to wave. The ace wasn’t aware that he had spilled Kohona’s milk. Feeling giddy, you blew him a kiss which Akaashi caught! The entire table stared at you but to their surprise you walked on by. Across from Fukurodani sat the crows: Karasuno. They were a rowdy bunch. On the way pass their table, you saw that one boy's forehead still had a smudge of marker between the brows. So you bit your lip and continued stepping high. As your body shook from amusement not a chuckle escaped. Oh man, you wanted to laugh so bad. The best spot at the table was next to Fumiko – how unlucky. The soccer captain wore a face mask. Even stranger the girl played with her food, just moving things around. A hand was propped under her cheek. Fumiko stopped pushing the vegetables when she sensed your presence. "Good morning ladies!" you bellowed; all sunshine and rainbows. The platter made a smack as it was placed on the table top. Green eyes narrowed in displeasure as she studied you. In turn, you quirked an eye brow back at her in question. The snake was quiet this morning. Very quiet. 'Well, if the witch won't say anything neither should I.' Chilly air seeped off of Fumiko. You sat down right beside the snake; it better stay in its hole. "What was all that about, (L/N)-san?" Otaki asked. She sat across from you.You decided to play the fool, only giving the girl a shrug. She did not buy your bluff but reluctantly let the matter go. On the second mouthful of rice you remembered the game. At that moment there was a big uproar at the Karasuno table. Otaki sat up just as you placed your chopsticks down. She knew that the game was not over. “See their ace?” you whispered, pointing at the Karasuno boys. “I dare you to go over there and hug the big guy for sixty seconds.” She chocked on air. Then drank some milk to clear her throat. Otaki took a deep breath and held it for a time. “Wait, you’re serous?” she stared at the rowdy table on horror. He looked grumpy and his long hair screamed gangster. Otaki began to cry on the inside. "But he might crush me!"
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By 10:00 am, the practice games were in full swing. The gym was the center of activity. With all that energy and everyone drawn to it, the rest of campus was a vacant block. Yet in that deserted building, on the second floor, down the hall and in the fifth classroom was a living soul. The air conditioner was set neither too high or too low. It was a perfect temperature that you felt comfortable in and did book work well. Futon still out, you laid on your stomach on it with the tablet propped up before you. An editing program was opened, you typed away on the flat keyboard. Munching occasionally on a handful of salted cashews. A tiny grin dotted your face. Working in peaceful solitude felt nice. Your eyes shifted up and away from the tablet screen upon hearing a rap on the door. It slid open soon after and the person you least expected to see stood at the doorway. Coach Nekomata was aware of the real reason his grandniece and you were at the camp, therefore his unannounced visit filled your mind with questions. Was there a problem? You rolled over and got to your feet in order to give the candid old man the proper greeting. "Good morning , Coach Nekomata. ""Yes, it is a wonderful morning," coach peered around the open space, hands clasped behind his back. You stiffened up when his gaze fell on you. For once, those brown orbs were missing their playful glint, revealing instead a stern resolution. The gentle, almost teasing tone you have grown use to was also missing. " Why are you here by yourself while your peers are down in the gym? Discovering their limits then breaking those limits. People are evolving. By the end of this training camp what will you have become?" His words were a dagger twisting in to your side. It brought you discomfort. Unsure and slightly perplexed you made a puzzled face at the floor. 'Surely he knows. Is this a rhetorical question ?’ "Think hard,(L/N)." First, you looked at the document displayed on the tablet screen which you had so passionately been working on before coach Nekomata arrived. It was nearly completed. Then you really observed the veteran coach. Tracing the crows feet to the lines around his eyes down to the adorable wrinkles which hugged the corners of his mouth. You couldn’t read him. Brain cells exhausted, you finally shrugged both shoulders with a great sense of confusion. "Where are you going with this, sir? I don't understand." Giving up brought back the familiar twinkle in his eyes and that private, inside joke smile returned. The sight melted your worry. Coach Nekomata decided to spare you a nugget of wisdom. "(F/N), this is a great opportunity to sharpen your receiving skills. Do not miss it. You are going to support your team at nationals, right? Come." "Nationals?" you echoed back out of disbelief, while starting to pack up. You turned the tablet off and put it away, then after rolling the futon into a giant tortilla roll you pushed it against a wall. The empty cashew can was tossed in the trash. "I’m worried about prelims. The team might not qualify. I don't think," you paused. Negative thinking got you nowhere. "Coach Nekomata, you must have immense faith in me? More than I have in myself. Not to brag, but I’m a pretty confident girl coach." Sneakers held in one hand, you padded towards him on sock clad feet. Coach Nekomata stepped aside, allowing you pass then closed the door and followed you through the hallway and down the stairs. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Many bugs flickered about in the bright sun. They bit you for fun. In no time, the gym came into view. Beyond its doors, you would be leave the security of the classroom behind and enter the wild territory of the gym. Worry started to sprout, each new thought brought your moral down a notch but you tried to keep it under wraps. Hide the doubts behind a confident smile.What if I bring my team down? My receiving skills are average at best but averaged doesn’t win my team a ticket to nationals. I'm not good enough this time. The coach must have heard your thoughts because his hand was on your shoulder. And coach Nekomata gazed down at you as a father would upon his daughter. "(F/N): you are bold, you are smart and you are capable. So apply yourself. This is no time to kindle doubt in your heart. Get in there and prove those thoughts wrong!" "Yes sir!" The admonishment resonated in your mind and you scolded yourself for the cowardice. Since when did you become a home body? Were you a scary cat? Never! You turned around and started skipping backwards ahead of coach Nekomata. Your body thrummed with excitement to get back on the court. This was a golden opportunity to prove your worth to the team. The coach watched you. The fire he saw in you pleased him. "So you finally realize it." Coach Nekomata said coyly, grinning like a well fed cat. He gave your shoulder a light squeeze, it was not a touch of encouraging but rather trust, and pushed open the door. A cold breeze blasted you when the door opened and your eyes widened. You recognized this intense atmosphere. The beckoning call of competition. Thick with desire and a hunger to dominate. Head high, shoulders squared, you stepped forward to join coach Nekomata inside.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 No one on court noticed your arrival right away. The boys were just insanely focused on scoring that one point . One could say they were too focused. As coach Nekomata and you walked further into the gym, outside hitter (Bokuto ) leapt into the air to hit a super sharp cross that brushed past the blockers and the side line. It rocketed straight at coach Nekomata. Time stood still just for you. When you moved you were a blur. You darted in front of the coach and positioned your body to flawlessly receive the spike. The ball shot up in to the air, arched over the court and came down on the left side of the net where Akaashi caught it. The setter was speechless. Bokuto was not just speechless he was shell shocked. He couldn’t move a muscle for a whole minute. And when the boy got over the surprise he began gesticulating all over the place."What? ...What was that? When did you start playing volleyball?!” Bokuto shouted. Just as Komi got really to serve Bokuto marched off court, right in the middle of a game, just to hug you. “That was freaking amazing (F/N)! " he cried. Strong arms encased you, your feet left the ground. Your boundless laughter rung out in the gym like wind chimes tinkling in the wind as Bokuto spun you around and around. While the spectacle was amusing it had to end some time. After all, this was a training camp for volleyball. Bokuto returned to the court and his long-suffering team while you bounced over to Nekoma’s bench. Putting as much space between Fumiko and yourself. Your boys were up against Karasuno. You would observe. You would learn. You would grow.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Once the games were done a few players remained in the gym for individual practice, as usual. Bokuto, Kuroo and Akaashi , along with some Karasuno first years, used one side of a court for blocking practice. You pulled Yaku aside for a one and one receiving session. He then got Fumiko to lend a hand; she was the ball girl and sent some decent serves your way. While you received the balls Yaku would point out tiny errors. He corrected your form: drop your hips lower, hold your forearms like this, left your heels, anticipate where the spiker will hit the ball. “Move faster! A baby could have gotten that one!” He was a tough teacher. In the midst of receiving a spike that zipped pass the blockers Konoha and Komi popped in to be nags – much to Yaku's annoyance. Konoha smirked. Looking from Fumiko to you then across the net at Bokuto. The boy seemed to be building a spaceship in his mind. "How Bokuto of all people managed to be surrounded by two beautiful girls at the festival has been a mystery to me since last summer. But I think I get it now,” he teased. Konoha swung an arm over you. "You’re all related." Fumiko bristled at the suggestion and ended up fumbling her serve. The ball slapped Konoha on the dead center of his face yet the lanky boy simply shook of the pain. And he looked cool even with the red bruise that ran from his forehead down to his narrow nose. Fumiko looked slightly apologetic while you hid your chuckles behind a hand. “We have known that boy since junior high.""Really?" Komi was intrigued. He stared at you in pure puzzlement. "Bokuto doesn’t annoy you? ….Not even a little? ""Hellooo! I'm standing right here," came a offended shout from the other side of the court. Everyone looked at him. Komi pointed a finger at his teammate and stated rather haughtily, "No, you're standing over there.” Bokuto tried to appear upset only to end up resembling a lonely puppy. His tantrum got ignored by everyone. Their conversation wasn’t over. The Fukurodani boys were relentless in their quest to understand why you and Fumiko tolerated their captain; that friendship seemed so unlikely.“Be honest. Does Bokuto annoy you?”“How can you deal with his unpredictable , or is it predictable, behavior? ““It has got to be a chore being around the overgrown child. Yeah?”“He's so energetic. It’s tiring…” When you thought about the points Konoha and Komi were trying to make you didn't have to rake your brain until it ached for a answer. It was quite simple, really. It was out of politeness that you let them go on.You liked Bokuto's company. You liked him. You liked him a lot. He was your brother…A glow filled your eyes as they fell on Komi, Konoha and Fumiko. The corners of your month tugged upwards, the warmth in your cheeks felt pleasant. Your heart fluttered from admiration. "Bokuto is a rock; unchanging in his ways. That’s why I like him. I'm grateful to call him my friend. "👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 When you returned to your temporary sleeping quarters the night was still young. The other mangers stayed behind to clean up the cafeteria. Miyanoshita slept like a princess, blanket tucked right up to her pointed chin. Her baby cheeks looked so pinchable! Then the air got hot and your muscles stiffened up. Its pressure totally destroyed the desire to mess with Miyanoshita. Fumiko was leaving the room. A bundle of clothes held to her chest. When Fumiko passes you her lips pressed down in an ugly frown and her eyes haughtily rolled up from disgust. Quickly, you turned your back to Fumiko and remained unmoving till you heard the door close. With the witch gone you relaxed your body, finding comfort in the calm atmosphere. When you turned, planning to turn in for the night, there by the head of a futon was a thermos. It’s the futon Fumiko used. She left her stuff unguarded? You felt victorious at your luck.‘Fumiko, you’re making this too easy.’……….. The next morning, Fumiko wore a mask to hide her plum purple tongue. She knew you were responsible and you didn’t try to hide the fact. When no one was watching you stuck out your clean tongue at the witch. Cracked terrible mask jokes all morning and managed to trip Fumiko like four times.
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Night of third day In raw determination, your eyes shined like polished steel harden from experience. 'This time for sure… I’m getting it.' All the advice that Yaku gave spread out from the brain to every limb; memory became instinct. You dropped your hips, bent your knees and slid your legs further apart. All while staring across the court at Bokuto. He met your blazing gaze head on. After bracing yourself with a deep inhale you released a hollowing battle cry that filled the whole gym. "Kotaroooo! Spike for me!" Fukurodani’s ace gave you warrior grin. “Akaashi!” The ball went up. It hung in air... waiting. An eager grin and hunger in his eyes, Bokuto completed his run up. His feet lifted off of the floor. His eyes saw the ball before zeroing in on you. The dominant arm that had been drawn back suddenly sprung forward like a whip. Smack ! That sharp sound shuddered the gym as the ball blasted toward you. 'Bring it on! ' you thought. A calm settled over you as you poked out your tongue to the side and your body braced for impact. What happened next should not have surprised you but it did. In the short time that you have been playing volleyball, you met a good number of spikers who possessed monster strength and each time you took that energy head on. Those spikers were all females. The force behind Bokuto’s spike knocked you flat on your backside. Your forearms cried out in pain as your eyes bulged; you've bitten your tongue. By far, that was the strongest spike you ever received. Sitting on your aching backside, you smiled through the pain because the ball was up in air. Seemingly floating in slow motion on its journey to the floor. You had done it. You got the ball up! Hopping to your feet, you did a little victory dance right then and there. But the next moment another ball was speeding towards you. Caught off guard but not unprepared, your eyes widened to reveal a flame of resolve. Your body moved faster than the brain could think. Your muscles ran on pure instinct. The state that Akaashi called ‘total focus' you experienced it for that moment. You saw the future; the change in course the ball would take. And just how you saw it was just how it happened. At the last moment, the ball curved slightly and your body turned towards the left in tantum with the prediction. Your arms caught it perfectly. Bang! ....................... The store was freezing. Felt like you just stepped off a tropical beach in to the Arctic tundra. While selecting vegetables with the coach you ran in to a good friend. "Max-chan? What are you doing here?" You bumped the trolly in to hers. Max had bags of garlic and celery in the trolly. The girl gave a disbelieving look. “Really now? I remember your post about going to some training camp. So why are you in here?” “I asked first.” “Yeah. Uh, with my boyfriend's family for the summer break. I'm actually here for sleep medicine. - Oh, hello coach Nekomata." "Hmm." He took the shopping basket out of your hand. "I'll leave you two to chit chat." He turned away to continue shopping. "Wait coach Nekomata!" you called. "Is it okay if I hang with Max-chan for a bit?" “Fine. Just don’t tarry too long.” "I’ll make sure she gets to school safe," chimed Max. "Hey, I know the way!" Max smiled tauntingly. "Your memory isn't the best, Black Comet." …...................................................................... "This one right here." Max took the box of sleep medicine from the shelf. You read the blue label; it was an unfamiliar brand. Max must have seen the question on your face. "Oh yeah, this is extremely strong stuff. It works instantly. This is the powered form but it's also available as pills." Max dropped the medicine in the trolly and rolled on. You eyed the medicine warily. What a dangerous drug. According to the label it was tasteless, so it could be put in someone’s food or drink and they wouldn’t detect it. How was that not a prescription drug? You scratched your head. "I guess his aunty does not like popping pills." "She struggles with insomnia. I only need a few more stuff then I’ll take you back to Shinzen." Max pulled a box of pasta from the shelf. "Tsk- I'm not a baby," you grumbled. "So you say," Max quipped. After procuring all her items you and Max went to check out; she paid and you both exited the store. You thought everything was going to be fine. Sure, there was that one guy who ended up in every aisle Max and you went through. The guy probably needed the same items. You didn't want to believe he was being creepy so you never mentioned the lanky guy in a green hoodie to Max. A choice you would soon regret. Against all your vehement protests of being able to take care of yourself, Max made good on her promise. She was walking you back to the campus. While it was nice catching up with your former teammate you felt bad for holding her up, because Max needed to be on her way; someone was waiting on that medicine at home. Max said it wouldn’t be long, Shinzen was just four minutes away and that very moment your phone rang. It was Junko calling. Fiery pink clouds drifted low across the dark blue sky. The sun was setting but the houses blocked its quick departure from sight. There lay a narrow field of grass before another section of buildings. You recalled driving pass it on the way to the store. Max turned off the sidewalk on to the grass and pointed to left of the building. "It's a short cut,” she said. “Just on the other side of those buildings is the school. We have to take the first turn on the left as all the other turns would take us in a circle. " "Got it. I think this is far enough.” You held the phone up, “Hey Jun-chan, tell Max-chan bye!" Only silence came out. Junko had hung up on you. Max rubbed the back of her neck while giving you a searching look, “You sure about this?" The frown that popped up on your face was answer enough. Max sighed at your stubbornness then walked away. Her final words and warning just sailed over your head. "Be careful not to miss the turn."
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A group of boys followed you in the quiet night. Dark hoodies hid their faces as well as their wicked grins. ‘Why is the grim reaper band after me?’ Did they want money? What if they don’t stop at robbing and decide to do something … more entertaining? The fluids inside your belly flopped as your heart slowed then trembled in fear of the ‘what ifs'. It was a real challenge concentrating on finding your way when you could hear the stomping a short distance behind. Heavy footfalls matching you step for step. Your eyes started to burn. Why did you linger in this creepy area? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Whenever you would quicken your pace so would they. Then you would walk slower only to realize that the boys were doing the same. The males openly ogled your butt while cat-calling. “Hey short stuff!” “Why you walking so fast, sweet girl?” “We just wanna talk, cutie.” Their lewd eyes peeled away your pants. To maintain some dignity, you made quick work of untucking that shirt and pulled it down to cover your rear. You chanced a peek over your shoulder and your heart jumped out of your skin; they were that much closer! Women go missing all the time. A sad reality, really. But never in your worst nightmare did you imagine being in this vulnerable position about to share that fate. It seemed ghost hands wanted to caress your naked neck. The night was warm but you felt chilly. The possibility haunted you. You could see the news reporter making grim statements about your whereabouts now, voice dry and detached. A red headline snaking across the bottom of the screen with white text: Teen goes missing at training camp. Parents are devastated. Only child. Street lamps burst to life. Long shadows stretched out across the vacant road. Broad strokes of darkness that made you shiver to pass by. What if one of those boys just appeared there and caught you? Where was the school? Max promised that Shinzen was this way, close by! You needed to loop around the guys. Retrace your steps because apparently you’d missed the turn. Now, could you outrun them? By no means were you a slowpoke and your legs got the endurance of a horse. ‘Don’t wimp-out. Take the chance. Being lost is ten times better than being caught by one of those leeches!’ A liquid bead slid down your neck. All life inside the phone vanished. Your lips formed an O – and right then a rough hand brushed the collar of your shirt. You bolted. It sounded like a thousand-man army trampled the ground, hot on your tail. Run. Run! You needed help. The air was sucked in quickly and deeply, your chest pushed up and out and your mouth opened wide and you…....... The double doors of the second gym were open and coach Nekomata gazed with veiled longing at the tree line. Coach Nekomata took a long moment to sigh silently to himself. Eyes shut, one hand resting in the other behind his back. The man’s heart raced. Night fell like a curtain. The last reds quickly faded to black... She was late. Very late. Shinzen just finished their match against Karasuno. On the other court, Nekoma and Ubugawa continued their mental tug-a-war; each team trying to outwit the other. Score 11:13. It would be the last game for the day."The brat isn’t back yet?" Fumiko came up to her granduncle who stood at the gym’s entrance. The humid air and night bugs filled the open space. Coach Nekomata frowned. It was a worrisome sight. “No,” the word was hardly louder than a whisper. Shadows of suspicion were under his eyes. “Don’t ask – I have tried calling her. The phone is switched off."- "And you’re going to the police.” Fumiko gave her granduncle a look. He’s being a bit rash. “We should search the school first. She must be around here, somewhere." Just then, Kuroo was there. "Hey coach, is something wrong?" Fumiko stared at her granduncle. Was this her call? "It depends ..." "On what?" Kuroo got serious and took a step closer. His face hardened. A focused glint appeared in the eyes of Coach Nekomata. His words were heavy with sorrow. Kuroo got a weird feeling he wouldn’t like what his coach was about to say. “I gave (F/N) permission to stay back at the food store with a friend, but that was a while ago and she has yet to show up. And I have not been able to contact her. To be honest, I’m worried." With that, Kuroo forgot about his team as well as the current game. His mind was spinning with images of a frightened girl alone and lost in the dark. “Where is this food store? I’ll search for her.” It seemed that Daichi, Akaashi and Kai sensed that a situation was brewing, for they watched with concern. Kuroo hailed the boys over. He felt a tug on his sleeve and looked around at Fumiko, “Yeah?” “Wait a sec, Kuroo. The brat might actually be here at school. I’ll gather the managers and we’ll look around the building. While we do that, you guys will head to the food store which isn’t too far. The boys not going with you can assist us. If no one can locate (F/N)-chan within ten minutes, then coach Nekomata will report her missing to the police.” Kuroo readily accepts Fumiko’s plan. The other players, managers and coaches were updated on the matter and the search began.……………………………………….. A desperate cry severed the calm silence of the young night. Kuroo, Bokuto, Daichi, Akaashi and Kai paused…then they were off. Running straight for the source of the scream. They cut across a park. Kuroo was leagues ahead of the group. It’s not until a voice answered back that Kuroo realized he was shouting her name. Buildings rose out of the darkness along with a lone figure that shook all over. Upon seeing Kuroo, she dropped her phone. Her eyes filled with tears that ran like a rushing river down her ashen face. “Tetsu – kun…,” (F/N) croaked. “Tetsu – kun, it’s really you!” Her legs buckled soon after. The string tied to his heart pulled tight as Kuroo closed the distance to catch his girl. It hurt to see her like this. He scooped (F/N) up, holding the girl in firm but gentle hands close to his chest where he could feel her tiny heart hammering away. Daichi picked up the phone and sneered into the night, “Were those boys following her?” Kuroo followed Daichi’s line of sight. Indeed, slowly fading from view was a group of males scampering away. A vein in Kuroo’s neck throbbed. Those bastards! Akaashi pressed the back of his hand to (F/N)’s forehead, “She’s safe now.” (F/N) lay a hand over his. She’d stopped crying. “Can I say how grateful…I am to…to see you guys?” (F/N) gave her heroes a smile that was humble yet wobbly. “Thank you. I’m so happy that I’m weak.” Her body had to disagree, because (F/N) wiggled out of his hold and went about hugging each boy except Kuroo. She repeated her thanks. They went out of their way to look for her so (F/N) wanted them to know that what they did meant a whole lot to her. And as his girlfriend held Bokuto tight, Kuroo looked away. The bitter taste in his mouth was bearable this time. In the end, (F/N) was his. Kuroo dialed coach Nekomata to tell him the good news. Far above in the vast fog of space a burning light flashed. This training camp was coming to an end.
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Final day of training camp… It was not pain that woke you this time but the glare of a bright light. Your lips puckered. The sun had yet to come up. Fumiko was using her … was that a game console? Stretching your neck, you peeked around her back to get a good look at the screen. A green, warrior woman wandered around a dungeon room collecting artifacts. "Fumiko-chan?" you whispered. She did not move, only grumbled. "Urgh, even in her sleep the brat’s annoying." That annoyed you. “I’m awake,” you hissed. In a mellower tone, “I didn’t know you play these childish games." Keys smashed; shoulders tensed as Fumiko tried very hard to focused on her game. Then reality caught up. Fumiko went still as stone. "…What? Don’t get the wrong idea, brat. I’m just doing Junko-chan a favor. Got that?” She spoke quickly and kept her face hidden. Yet the tips of her ears burned bright red. Was the high and mighty Fumiko embarrassed? Oh, it made your morning. Sprouting a big fat smile, you slipped from the futon and crawled beside Fumiko. “Didn’t your grandfather teach you not to lie, captain?” Fumiko made an angry noise.“Hey, don’t get upset. This is good; now Junko-chan won’t pester me for help and I can just watch her play.” “Not listening…” Fumiko began humming, so you spoke over the sound.“Ever saw her play? She’s good. I always die too early. What about you? Huh? Huhhh?” Fumiko look at the ceiling out of growing annoyance as you prattled on. She wanted to smash something. Like your skull. You kicked the air and sung like a mosquito, “Hmm? Hmm? Hmmm?” It was fun until Fumiko pressed your face into the ground with a heavy elbow. So, you farted. The elbow let up. “You’d?” Fumiko paused to calm herself, otherwise, she’d certainly smash you with her elbow again. “Fine…,” Fumiko bobbed her head back in thought. Was answering a question so tiresome? “It is…different yet fulfilling. I like it.” Someone chuckled. Both of you look to the left for the culprit. Shimizu grinned as she placed glasses over drowsy eyes. “I think RPGs are neat. I would like to try next. If that’s fine with you?”You tapped the space beside you, “Sure.” Fumiko’s right eye jumped.“What are you girls whispering about?” mumbled a half wake Otaki.Shimizu petted the spot next to her while you fought back a fit of chuckles. Fumiko groaned. Her private time was over. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 It was times like this that Kuroo started to lose some of his confidence. Did she still have feelings for him? Kuroo had come outside to collect a stray volleyball only to spot his girlfriend and Akaashi tucked together. The two were sitting side by side on the slope just talking. Nails scarred the surface of the ball as his fingers balled into a tight fist. Akaashi was too close, his hand basically resting on her hip. When Kuroo turned away to head back inside, a strong hand dragged him a ways off.“You do realize Akaashi still has a crush on (F/N)-chan, right?” Kuroo just stared at Fumiko. Expression blank. So Fumiko gestured up to the slope as if that should clear away his confusion. “He liked the brat since junior high. I’m not one to gossip, especially about an old friend, but I just don’t want you getting hurt. I’ve been watching you trying to work things out with her all week. I can’t stand back any longer. (F/N)-chan is not who you believe her to be!” Her eyes blazed then. “She stole my date at the prom then she allowed my cat to become roadkill!” For once Kuroo was wary of the girl, and he inched back. Gaining space. There was a prick in the back of his mind, a six sense that said ‘escape’. Fumiko equaled trouble Kuroo did not need. “Hate to cut you off but…the kids are waiting. I’ll think about what you said,” Kuroo left in a hurry. But the tear works began and Fumiko bawled. She was an ugly wet mess, puffy red eyes and a snotty face. Plus, she wrapped around his back. Grip sure as an octopus. Kuroo still held the volleyball in both hands and now he could not move freely. He considered shoving Fumiko off but that seemed not gentlemanlike. Man, he was tired of playing setter for those volleyball freaks. He was tired of (F/N) outright ignoring his existence. He was tired of the trouble called Fumiko and…and (F/N) was looking at him with a face of total betrayal. His heart sunk again. Many days back, she had looked at him with those same broken eyes. Fumiko had just kissed him out of the blue and there began his deep spiral into misery. Kuroo felt trapped in place, frozen. He could only watch her eyes glisten in hurt. The tears would break forth any moment but then those (e/c) eyes were drier than a desert yet harder than stone. (F/N) saw him no more for Kuroo was dead to her. She passed him and kept walking. Akashi quietly followed (F/N), his face unreadable. Bitterness filled Kuroo’s mouth. Seeing the second-year setter near her, it upset Kuroo. Like a window shattering, Kuroo was able to move again. With only one hand he gently not so gently pried Fumiko off. And Kuroo was running. ‘If I don’t get through to her now I might lose her love forever.’ “Kitten, wait! This is all a misunderstanding,” Kuroo calls. “I can explain.”“Shut it! Not another word, you cheater!” Kuroo stood a hand’s reach behind her. The words stung. (F/N) locked arms with Akaashi. “Don’t even think of following me. I won’t listen. So, continue comforting your ‘friend.’” She stormed into the school with a very uncomfortable Akaashi. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You were putting plates on the table when you bumped into someone. A chill shot through your chest. You looked on in terror at the giant wet spot on the front of your shirt that kept expanding. Now of all times? Fumiko could eat that fake apology. You got ready to jog back to the building when suddenly, your rump felt wet.“Ah, sooo sorry.” Fumiko made baby eyes. You saw no innocence in those green orbs. “Why am I so clumsy today?” You ran. In your head you shrieked. Screamed that a bolt of lightning would descend from the sky and strike Fumiko then and there. After pulling on a fresh pair of pants, you dashed out of the room and that very moment you were hit with a strange feeling. Something was off. You looked behind and saw the seam of the pants gaping. The hole seemed to flutter in the still air. Inviting all the world to see your lilac underwear! Hand covering your butt, you quickly shuffled back inside the room and began rummaging in your bag for another pair. To your horror, they all had been tampered with. The only unruined pair of pants was soaking wet thanks to that snake accidently spilling her water on you. How can you spill water on someone from a water bottle? More like she squirted the water at you. Frustration spiking, you held your head. Held the panic in. ‘Deep breaths. Deep breaths. (F/N), you can figure this out.’ First, you thought of calling Kai but worried about the fit. He was much taller than you. Lev was an even worst choice, unless you wanted to look like Funky Pete. Thinking this much gave a migraine. Someone short? Someone short. Aha! You knew the perfect guy! After dialing his number, you paced around the room, waiting for the call to connect. Seconds became decades. What’s taking him soo long? “Hello?”“Yes! Oh, Yaku-kun, I have a big, big favor to ask. Can I borrow your sweatpants? Please?” Minutes later, someone knocked twice on the door. You ran to it but only opened the door wide enough to reveal a worried face. The tension in your shoulders melted away and you sagged in relief. Yaku was too precious! He quickly brought the pants and never asked why you needed them. The boy just understood. Somethings couldn’t be shared.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The surprise barbecue was a huge hit. There was enough meat to feed a small army. It was a welcome change from an air of stiff competition to one of open camaraderie. Teams ate, drank, and laughed together. At one point, Lev carried you around on his back and you were able to see over the giants. Those tall players still hogged the food. The time it took you to chew a chunk of beef, Lev and Hinata munched down three strips of stake at a time; inhaling the meat like ramen noodles! Shirofuku ate like a lion, she downed two platters of rice balls in one go and she felt no shame in searching for more food. The managers made good company. Not everyone was a happy camper though. Fumiko hung at the back of the crowd. Only tasting a grilled onion at Otaki’s request – Otaki worked hard to burn that onion wedge just right. Fumiko made a sour face each time you got near her. The girl could not stand your laughter. And your smiles turned her stomach. It was not your problem her plan flubbed. When Fumiko believed no one was watching, she eyed you. Scanning your clothes in bewilderment. And you grinned right back. Yes Fumiko. The entire school did not have an eyeful of your panties. You showed Fumiko your fist, thumb pointed toward the sky; then oh so slowly that thumb turned until it faced the ground. Her brain exploded. She left seething. Fumiko lost again. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 You chose the front seat beside coach. In no time your mind wandered to any and all things of little importance. Only half listening to the guys joke about their shenanigans at the camp. Your heart fell. Summer break training camp was really over. Like, it was done. You sort of missed camp. All the friends you made, you secretly hoped they would be your friends for life. Time passed slowly. Either you were bored or curious or both, but whichever it was you looked up at the bus mirror. There was Kuroo at the very back, sound asleep on Kai’s shoulder. Your boyfriend looked younger. At peace. Did he dream of you? Of your future together? You pinched the top of your left hand, smile weak yet heavy with discontentment. Will anything between Kuroo and you ever be the same again?
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“I have an interview to make, so I can’t take you home. Will you be fine getting home, or should I call your mother?" (F/N)’s father asked. Kuroo waited near the gate, just out of sight. As expected, she told her father no then bounced out of the bus and walked his way. Her destination was the train station. The moment (F/N) passed by, Kuroo pushed off the gate to join her. She blew hot air through her nose the moment she spotted Kuroo, her eyes and brows crimped in a dark scowl. She reminded him of a pacing bull. Tension covered the girl. Her movements rigid, tight and brisk. (F/N) was a bull strolling along the sidewalk. His girl did not want company."Can’t this wait until tomorrow? You’re a nuisance." she hissed. (F/N) would not look at Kuroo and her breathing …he heard it. This probably wasn’t the best time, Kuroo agreed. So he gave her space to just vent if she wanted or be silent if that’s what she needed. He took baby steps. "Can’t I accompany a beautiful woman to the train station?" Gently, he slipped the heavy little duffle bag away from her. (F/N) gasped out of surprise when their hands touched. With adoring eyes, Kuroo noticed that the corner of her pink glossy lips twitched. She crossed her hands behind her but never tried to take back her belonging. Progress. "It’s nice knowing chivalry isn't dead,” she stated in a rather detached manner. They walked and Kuroo waited for (F/N) to continue. Her hips swayed. She was a cloud above Kuroo and her a shadow the thick silence around them. It remained for a long time. They boarded the train, found an empty seat and stared forward as the machine sped off. Kuroo broke. “I can't do it anymore!“What?” (F/N) asked, checking out her nails. “This distance.” Kuroo really looked at (F/N). He caught her hand, rested it right over his heart. Then she looked at Kuroo. Pain swelled within his chest and his ears rung with a thousand words of anger. Kuroo spoke his heart. So soft. So desperate. “Why are we fighting? I’m tired. Please, what can I do to make you trust me again?”“Well, be honest.” “Okay. Sure.” (F/N) closed her eyes for a long moment then asked, “Do you like Fumiko-chan as a friend or something more than a friend?”That was easy. “Friend.”“Then why were you hugging…? Oh this is pointless!” She pulled her hand away and turned her back to Kuroo. She muttered. “I can’t talk about my feelings on a packed train. I was jealous and I did some petty stuff back in junior high. I’m not even upset over the stupid kiss anymore but… you seem to keep crossing that line. Every time, every single time I’m about to move on, get over what’s ever wrong with us – bam!” suddenly (F/N) was looking at him. Jabbing her index finger at his chest. It tickled but Kuroo knew he had to keep a straight face. His girlfriend wanted to grill him longer. Baby steps he thought. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 “Every time, every single time I’m about to move on, get over what’s ever wrong with us – bam! You’re romantically involved with that witch!” You searched Kuroo’s face with moist red eyes that did not blink. The truth was overdue and your heart needed to know. “Tetsuro-kun, are you playing me?” First, his face went slack. Kuroo looked flabbergasted only for a moment. He blinked. Then his entire being lit up as he grinned. He grinned? "So that's it? You really were jealous of me – wow. They were right.” Kuroo covered his eyes with a hand. His chest and shoulders shook. He started laughing. “This isn’t funny!” Your voice cracked, and the corners of your eyes began to burn. Oh no! Don’t cry! Not here. You had to pretend to be unbothered if Kuroo decided to dump you. If he did it would destroy a part of your soul.“I’m sorry, Kitten.”You didn’t believe your ears. “What?” Kuroo might be smiling but his eyes were intense. His warm fingers held your face. “Why would I ever leave you? I’ve had a crush on you for more than two years.” “Two years? And I thought Taketora-kun had it bad.” Kuroo just smiled at your statement. “You are the girl who stole my heart, and I don’t want it back. Keep it, Kitten.” Kuroo leaned in and your body moved closer to him. Your heart began to sing from joy. He loved you. He wanted you. Heat bloomed in your torso and quickly spread throughout your limbs. How long has it been? You kissed his breath. Before your lips met you pulled back.“Come by my house, Tetsu-kun.” Kuroo looked thoughtful. It should be an easy choice but for some reason that eluded you, Kuroo hesitated. Hooded eyes tried to read deeper into the invitation. As the station rolled in to view, both of you stood up with great reluctance. It was too soon to say goodbye. You sung his name.“Tet-su-rooo-kun…”He must say yes. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 She waited for his answer. ‘Yes’ was the obvious choice. However, Kuroo had promise to meet up with Fumiko soon. That group project had become a noose about his neck. Just mentioning that name could burn the bridge of trust between Kuroo and (F/N). Then everything that just happened would become ashes. Kuroo would not do anything to cause his precious girlfriend to doubt his love ever again. Kuroo grabbed their bags and followed her off the train knowing (F/N) still expected an answer. Just then, as he went to speak, his phone vibrated. He frowned at the vague line of text. The sender wasn’t even in his contact list.
Do not visit her today. She’s not feeling well
Kuroo glanced at (F/N); she was radiant with no sign of an illness. He rechecked the message and promptly dismissed its meaning. The sender must have gotten the wrong person."Are you coming, Tetsu-kun?" (F/N) called in that sweet confident voice Kuroo loved. Her eyes, still moist, glimmered with expectancy like the red sunrise over calm seas. They mesmerized Kuroo. He pocketed his phone then took her small hand which fit so perfect in his.“Sure. Let’s go home.”
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It was that time of the day when the sun had gone to the west and the house really heated up. That was why you had just opened the window to allow in cool fresh air. There was the purple kitten mug of chamomile tea. It seemed Kuroo had only taken a few sips. Guess, you made the dosage too strong because your boyfriend had been out cold … for hours. ‘Oh well, can’t have him meeting up with the green snake later.’ He slept like tomorrow would never come. An angel fallen to earth and had found rest in your bed. You reached out to caress his sun kissed cheek. Ran a finger along the bridge of his nose. Traced over those tinder lips. Was Kuroo dreaming about you? The thought made you smile. This was where he belonged. In your heart. Forever.
Love: its beautiful. it's crazy.
Causes you to do the silliest stuff.
You found the remote next to the kitten mug and pressed a button. Turning the tv volume down until it was a soft murmuring. The blanket was thrown over him. The bed dipped from your weight. You put your face close to an ear. Sleep Kuroo. Sleep until the sun rise. You kissed him on the cheek. Just as you’re about to slip under the blanket and sleep beside your darling, you heard it. The weird knocking. A mighty long sigh later, you walked downstairs. As if sensing your approach, the knocking intensified. In your mind, it felt as if the entire house shook with each bang on the wooded door. What if Kuroo woke up? Panicking, you ran.“Okay! Okay! Coming…yes?” You were too late to react. By the time you recognized her face, she had shoved pass the door and its keeper. She spun around, short locks fell into place. Dark lashes cut the air. There was a vacuum in your stomach. Eyes of conviction sucked you in then spat you out naked. Exposed. The girl had a purpose and the bone chilling stare that pierced you meant one thing; she would not be stopped.“Is Kuroo-kun here?”“What are you doing here?!” The questions collided like two bullets. Unaware of your movements, you stepped back. Hazel eyes took in the sparsely furnished space then she studied your attire with great distaste. Fumiko looked down on you. "Why can't you just stay away. Give it up. He's happier with me.” Fumiko smoothed out an invisible wrinkle on her blouse. Your hands shook in anger, but she ignored it. “I’ll only repeat myself once, brat. Where is he?”The shaking ceased. You gave the witch a sticky sweet grin. “Safe from you.”Fumiko glanced left and, swift as a dove, she moved. Fumiko made haste for the stairs.“Hey!” You sprung over the sofa to cut her off at the stairway. Standing on the first step you became a human gate. Arms spread out to touch the wall on your right and the railing at your left. Fumiko would get no closer to your love. Frustrated at the new obstacle, green fire burst from her eyes and Fumiko barked. "Move already! You’re not good enough for him.” She was so wrong that you pitied her. Fumiko knew nothing that transpired earlier in the day between Kuroo and you. He loved you. Loved every ugly flaw about (F/N) (L/N). The girl needed to give up because the last ounce of respect you held for your former captain was about to vanish. "I’m enough.”👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 Junko barreled down the familiar street. Hair stuck to her sweat drenched forehead and neck. People stopped to stare at the young girl who dashed by. They assumed she had somewhere important to be. Junko did. Fumiko was looking for Kuroo. (F/N) was not herself. Had been off ever since she got back from camp. The weird things her friend was saying that morning, Junko shivered. Dying together. Love: I t ’ s beautiful. I t's crazy.
Causes you to do the silliest stuff.
Once you've had a taste, Junko-chan… there will simply… Never. Be. Enough. (F/N), Kuroo and Fumiko. If those three are together, someone might get hurt. She had to hurry. Kuroo’s phone just kept ringing. Did he heed her messages? In the distance, the home of her best friend flashed into view. A beacon for help. Junko ran harder. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 The glue gun was plugged in. Hot glue dripped from the silver nozzle. A transparent hill of droplets formed beneath it. Purple, pink and yellow card stock paper in various shapes lay about the kitchen counter. A small task your mother had left for you now left forgotten.“I’m enough,” you declared proudly. Satisfaction just oozed from your stance as you mentally cheered, ‘Take that you witch!’ You waited for her fire to fizzle out from confusion. You thought you had won the battle. But Fumiko smiled, a tiny thing yet it gobbled up your joy. That wasn’t the reaction you expected. The fire in her eyes now burned under control. “You sound confident.” She clapped trice. “I lost at soccer. I lost at the training camp but I’m not out of tricks. I didn’t want to do this. Now you will have to let him go, little fool.” Arms crossed; Fumiko spoke in a way that alarmed you. “I wonder how your father lost his job so quickly…” Wait. She didn’t? A cold darkness inched forward; it came from the bottom of the heart. A heart repeatedly broken by betrayal and evil and the spells of the witch. And somehow, those three began merging. Fumiko kept going. Unaware of the light leaving your eyes. “Your mother works for U.S.O. corporation. Oh yeah, that's my grandfather’s company.” Fumiko began mocking your family with soft threats of unemployment. She did it once, she would do it again. She handed you two choices; give up the man you love or plunge your family into poverty. Attacking you was bad enough…but hurting your father and making threats at your mother? Pure madness. You chose to let darkness out. Reason and love were given up. Black, thick as tar, was all you saw and felt. You punched her, again and again. Over the head. In the belly. Anywhere to inflict pain. On the seventh throw, Fumiko caught your fist. Next, you saw the ceiling spin before your back was slammed on to the floor. A foot came down hard, but you rolled out of the way. Made it into the kitchen where you noticed the hot glue gun. Fumiko chased you down. You hoisted yourself up just in time. When Fumiko grabbed your shoulders you burned her across the face, melted flesh and drew blood. Fumiko hollered in pain, staggering back but she came at you once more. She stabs your leg with a fork. The pain was so intense you cursed. Fumiko wasn’t done. She got you down, grabbed your head and started banging it on the floor. At that moment, Junko burst through the front door. She tackled Fumiko off you and the two girls started wrestling. While they fought, you tried to recover your wits. You took three deep breaths, balled in your lips and yanked the fork out of your thigh. Pain exploded behind your eyes as you bit back a nasty scream. You were certain your heart stopped. Rivers of warm blood seeped from the puncture holes. The whole ordeal left you winded and weak. You got a hand on the counter. There was a sickening crunch as Junko took an elbow to the face. She went down. Time to gather resolve for your last stand, because you knew who Fumiko’s next target would be.👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊
Thud! Bang! Kuroo stirred under the covers. But his eyes were so heavy. He just wanted to sleep forever. A scream tore him out of dream land. He sat up in a mad rush and remembered. He was in (F/N)’s bedroom tied to her bed! So why were his hands touching his face? Kuroo looked at his wrists. No ropes. The purple blanket was thrown off. His feet were not tied up either. Kuroo wondered if he was losing his mind. He tugged at his hair in perplexity. This made no sense. Was he truly awake or still dreaming? A sweet floral scent was there then it was gone. It got the boy out of his head. Kuroo waited. There it was again. The smell of chamomile. Scenes appeared in his mind. Snippets of conversation. The train station. (F/N) inviting him to her home. Being led upstairs to her room. (F/N) wanted to watch some horror films while she had company. Accepting an oddly shaped mug of chamomile tea then feeling tired.Ahhh! He saw the television. A horror movie was playing. His mind buzzed. That’s not the cry that woke him. It was a sound he knew all too well. The voice belonged to (F/N). His girl was in danger! Kuroo took the steps two at a time. He prayed. Let me not be late. He came upon a sight that turned his blood to ice. Junko lay on the floor, blood gushing from her nose. Fumiko stood over her, breathing labored. Standing behind Fumiko with a chef’s knife gripped in both hands and body about to run forward was his (F/N).👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊
Love: I t's insane. I t's painful. Fumiko was right there. Her back faced you. You had to get rid of your enemy or your life would never know peace again. Your fingers tightened around the handle. ‘Do it now,’ whispered the darkness. Feel what you've never felt, wish you've never been shown. The enemy was right there. Their back faced you. The world would be better off with out this monster. You held your breath and lifted up the blade. ‘Slay the monster,’ urged the darkness. You nodded.
Regret the choices you'll make; hate the person you should have never known.
The witch was right there. That green snake. It wanted to destroy your family. Steal Kuroo away. You could not allow the evil to prevail. The darkness had you. It numbed all reasoning. ‘Kill it,’ ordered the darkness. You ran forward with a war cry.
Today, the witch dies!
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The spirited momentum stopped abruptly. You could not move forward. Much larger hands held your hands captive high above your head. Someone just stopped you and interfered with your destiny. They didn’t understand what must happen was being done for the greater good. To protect your family, your happiness and your love…the witch had to die. You strained against them, using every fiber of your being to break free and plunge the blade deep into the witch’s back. But your hands never budged. “You don’t want to do this.” That voice…Kuroo. A tear rolled down your face. Slowly, your fingers loosened around the handle. Kuroo stood behind you. A witness to the weakness inside of your heart. It took some time for you to look back at him. To see the hurt in his honey brown eyes. Earnest eyes. Even in this ratchet state, Kuroo wanted the best for you.“This isn’t you,” Kuroo entreated. His gentle voice broke the darkness to smithereens. It shown light upon the pieces of a broken heart. It pierced the delusions to bring back common sense. An onslaught of emotions overwhelmed you. For the darkness had crumbled like clay in the rain. And the evil voice inside your head vanished. Kuroo took away the knife and you just collapsed on your knees. Hot tears hit the floor with a quiet cry. Kuroo had stopped you from doing the unthinkable. You were going to kill a friend! How would you live knowing that? When Kuroo pulled you up it felt as if a million eyeballs scrutinized you. What did they think? That you were crazy. Unstable. A danger? At that moment, you wanted to disappear for a while. Leave Japan and start fresh. You leaned on Kuroo but couldn’t feel him. He was taking you somewhere and you didn’t care where to until he’s speaking again. Talking to Fumiko. No, his words were meant for you as well. “Look at each other. No one’s leaving until you two idiots talk this out.” Kuroo squeezed your arm and you felt the sentiment. Be strong. He nudged you forward before stepping back. Finally, you looked up with defeated eyes and found Fumiko staring right back at you. She was tired of the long battle. You both were. With Kuroo and Junko as witnesses, you and Fumiko talked it out. You spilled the beans first. Told them about all the stupid things you did and the people you hurt. Dr. Hashimoto and Shohei - you owed them an apology. Kuroo took the news about his chamomile tea being drugged surprisingly well. Then Fumiko apologized to Kuroo for using him. She also made up with Junko. She admitted to her dirty schemes and explained the real reason behind her evil plan. It left you floored. “I never knew you were a grudgeful person, captain. I spiked your drink out of envy. Yeah, it was low of me… but that was three years ago! And you still despise me!""Listen here brat,” she clucked you on the forehead. “It’s not that I haven’t forgiven you. I'm disappointed that you never felt the neeeddd to apologize… to me.” Everyone looked at you. You expected Fumiko to continue. Silence chimed for a long time before Fumiko looked to the heavens in exasperation. She gave you look. “I’m still waiting...."
Say what?
" ......Fumiko-chan,” you wanted to scratch your head. “So you stopped talking to me ‘cause I never said ‘sorry’?” Slowly, Fumiko nodded. Oh, it finally made sense. With no warning, you wrapped your arms around Fumiko. At first, she froze from the sudden embrace. You might as well be hugging a plank of wood. You sighed against her chest. “I'm sorry, captain. Really sorry. I’ve been a terrible, neglectful friend. Can you forgive me? Please?” Fumiko tried to push you off but there was no real strength behind her actions. This time, you won’t let go of your friend. Eventually, she returned the hug. Tears of happiness started to flow, and two broken hearts started to mend. Things would be different now. The future looked a heck of a lot brighter. Words of your dear grandmother filled the spaces in your heart with harmony.
Love was beautiful and a bit crazy.
Made one do the silliest of stuffs.
And once you’ve learned how to forgive,
You realize one can never love enough.
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Fifteen years later... You strolled through the park along the regular path. Soaking up the noonday heat as you took in scenic views of nature. A few adults walked about. Children played in the sandbox. A child flew a red kite. It danced gracefully high among the clouds. The sound birds hopped from tree branch to tree branch. Yellow butterflies fluttered among wildflowers. The path entered a tunnel of great ancient trees. Weighted with fresh emerald leaves, their branches nearly touched the ground. By the first big tree you decided to pause for a bit. You combed your fingers through the velvety foliage. It was a tranquil moment to cherish. "Auntttty!" You turned towards the voice and spotted a little girl, no older than six, on the hill waving her arms quite vigorously. Her wild black hair was barely contained in two fluffy pig tails framing her adorable face. Honey eyes caught the evening sun and just sparkled. That little girl had the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen. And her skin glowed. Just the sight of her caused your face to light up with joy and you grinned. It was Tae. Tae began making her way down the slope when a man's voice halted her. "Wait Tae!”Annoyed, Tae stomped the grass. She fumed. "But Papa, its aunty! She’s right there!" Tae folded her arms and pouted at her father. He reached for her hand, but Tae crossed her little arms. The father wouldn’t be forgiven that easily. His rejected expression amused you. When was the last time you saw that look on Kuroo’s face? Your ex had only gotten more handsome with age. His hair was shorter. Kuroo once tried to grow a beard. But Tae said it wasn’t papa’s style. While Kuroo and Tae made their way down the slope you started thinking about the past. The peaceful present. Everyone had come so far in fifteen years. You leaned on the trunk of a tree. Pleasant memories rolled in. Smiling faces flashed across your mind. Most of the boys were still involved in volleyball in one way or another. Hinata had gone on to become the next little giant. ‘Carrot Top’ was quite popular both locally and aboard. Hinata even represented team Japan at the Olympics alongside Bokuto and Lev. Their accomplishments filled you with pride for each gold they scored was a win for you. Fumiko and Junko went pro! Both girls got scouted by international teams. A strong friendship existed between the three of you and every year you felt the bond grow stronger. Once a year, the whole crew got together for karaoke. The old Nekoma team and your former teammates from the soccer club returned home for a long night of drinks, laughter and horrible singing. It was a rowdy gathering. You guys were a big family. The love war of senior year once was a dark secret. Scars faded and the wounds healed but guilt was a difficult illness to cure. It took a long time to go away. Fortunately, your family was there to help. Fumiko, Kuroo, Junko, Akaashi and Bokuto did not abandon their ‘sick’ friend. With their untiring support, you overcame the guilt and isolation.Your life had been good. It was far from the ‘prestigious life’ that your father wanted for his daughter; humbler than what you envisioned for yourself. As a teenager, you never thought that a simple life would be this fulfilling. You had taken over as the soccer coach at your former elementary school. Under the teaching of retired coach Momo, your soccer team secured second place at nationals last year. This year will be the year of redemption. Kuroo was one of many bachelors in your large family of athletes. Shortly after Tae was born, he and his girlfriend split with no hard feelings. Despite all the crap that took place during your senor year of high school, Kuroo kept his promise. The road was rocky at first navigating from lovers to friends, but the two of you managed to pull it off. You were forever grateful to have a man like Kuroo in your life. 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊 "Hey, kitten! Sorry we're late. You didn’t wait too long, I hope?"Tae hugged your leg. You smiled at the wild cat and petted her fluffy hair. "Well. ..I haven't notice the time. I was daydreaming. This place always amazes me.” You opened your arms to gesture at the trees. “Nature’s so enchanting."Kuroo readily agreed. It was one of his favorite parks to bring his daughter to. Kuroo reached out to take his daughter’s hand, who in turn took hold of yours. Linked together, the three of you began a long stroll into the tunnel of living green. Shielded from the sun by the umbrella of interlocking branches and guided slowly along the path by cool tranquil air. From time to time, you found yourself distracted. A quiet argument raged between your companions. Of course, they tried to keep the disagreement hidden from you. Tae would tug on her daddy’s hand and Kuroo would shake his head or shrug a shoulder; Kuroo was not cooperating with his child. Said child all but beat him up. The whole thing amused you. It made you a little curious, but you never called them out. Your heart raced with affection for Tae. So much so, that sometimes you wished Tae was your daughter. Soon, Tae caught you watching her. When she grinned, she was missing a tooth. What could she be up to?“This May I think we’re having a class reunion.”His statement stunned you. “So soon? Shouldn't the guys wait until we're like forty-fifty?”Kuroo stopped. He let go of Tae’s hand. The two of you looked back at him. “Kai is sick,” Kuroo lamented. “He might not live that long.”“Tetsu-kun, he has cancer.” You tried to sound uplifting. “Kai-kun is not about to be executed.”“Yeah Papa, don't you know cats have nine lives! Uncle’s gonna live until he’s a ninety-nine.”“Tell him tiger!” you gave Tae a high five. But the cheer was short lived as you noticed Kuroo’s expression. His half smile was heavy. Forced. He looked unhappy. It seemed the weight of the world rested on his broad shoulders. It hurt not to reach out and embrace him. You had to restrain yourself.While this went on, Tae pulled the two of you closer. She locked your hand with her father’s yet neither of you noticed. Kuroo gazed up at the dark canopy and you called out to him. “…Kuroo?”“...I'm scared okay.” His hair fluttered in the spell of gentle wind. He wished the breeze would take the illness away.Your heart gained a few pounds that it seemed the organ would drop right out of your chest. Pain stabbed your heavy heart because your friend had not shared his burden with you sooner. All this time Kuroo suffered in silence, worried over Kai’s health. Kuroo should have known by now that his pain was your pain. “You care about Kai-kun and you’re afraid. That’s fine. Go ahead and cry on my shoulder because I'm here for you. We're a family, remember? We'll get through this.”“Thanks,” Kuroo said. His face softened. “I really needed to hear that.”He squeezed your hand and that was a comfort. Your words had touched him, and the fact that you were able to lift his spirit lightened your heart. He felt better. The two of you smiled at each other for a long moment then realized your holding hands. Kuroo looked away first, face inflamed. Then he started coughing to hide his embarrassment. Equally flustered, you stared at Tae who made kissy faces with her hands. You looked at the tree trunks instead. ‘Why am I blushing like some schoolgirl? It’s just holding hands- nothing romantic….’ Kuroo hadn’t pulled his hand away so you thought that this level of intimacy was alright. Everyone was moving again. All the while Tae skipped backwards, watching her papa and aunty with the biggest grin plastered on to her sweet face. She winked at Kuroo. Kuroo suddenly cleared his throat, catching your attention. "I have a request. Tae says she’s ready to learn soccer. I want you to coach her."A pair of skinny arms shot up. “Yeah, teach me! Teach me!”“Sure, little tiger. That's no problem. But aunty has to know,” you winked at Kuroo. “Why soccer? I thought you'd be more interested in volleyball seeing that your father loves it.”Tae smirks at her farther and chirped mischievously, “That's not the only thing he loves.”You nodded, not really understanding her little statement. Kuroo grimaced, looking like he got punched in the gut.‘Okay?’ Ignoring Kuroo’s dramatic pose, you got eye level with Tae.“Well tiger, I work with the kids on the little league team once a week. We meet every Sunday at 2 for practice. Think you can make it?”“Yes. I'm gonna be the ace!”Kuroo petted Tae on the head and made her giggle. He smiled fondly at his child. "You remind me of the bean pole.”Remembering all the odd times Lev said he’d be ‘Nekoma’s ace’ only to mess up his receive made you laugh.Tae stomped on Kuroo’s foot. That prompted him to blurt out, "Are you free tonight?” Before you were able to answer, Kuroo when on. “A new underwater restaurant just opened last week. I want to go check it out and I want you to come...as my date.” There was grocery shopping to do. A house to be cleaned. And a large pile of paperwork to be graded sitting on your bed. The season finale of your favorite soap opera aired tonight. You forgot about everything to bask in the joy of the moment. Tears streamed down your face when you responded.“Yes!” You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him. You had waited so long to hear that. “Yes, I’ll be your date!"You never dared to dream that your good life would get better. You had been pleasantly wrong. The future looked three suns brighter. Love was a funny thing; sometimes hated, sometimes missed but always needed. Love was at your core. A part of you that had been missing apart of it. That missing part was Kuroo. That missing part was Tae. For the first time in a long time, you dared to dream and believed that your love was complete.
Give love. Accept love. Enjoy love….