A couple weeks after the training camp...
Karasuno's POV
Today was an easy practice because the coach wanted to give the team a bit of rest after the practice match they had the day before. They did some serving work and receiving drills before he let them just play for the rest of practice. It was almost over when a familiar face came into the room.
"Hey, that was a weird set, Kageyama," Hinata looked at his hand, trying to figure out what was wrong. "It was a little hard to connect with."
"Hmm," Kageyama rubbed his chin. "Hang on, let me send you another one so that I can try and- ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
Hinata's attention had turned to the gym doors, and his face went from confused to one of utter shock and disbelief.
Kageyama turned around, wondering what he was looking at, furious at the fact that HInata had stopped listening to him, then his jaw dropped as well.
"Hey what are you two staring at?" Noya asked. Then one by one, everyone in the gym turned to the doors.
"(Y/N)!?" Hinata's voice practically went ultrasonic. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AND IN OUR SCHOOL ATHLETICS UNIFORM?"
She sheepishly waved to everyone. "Hi you guys. Could you point me to where the girl's team is practicing?"
When my parents told me we were moving, I was shocked. Why can't they just keep their jobs here? I like Tokyo, sort of. Some of the people suck, but there are good people here too.
Like Akaashi and Bokuto.
After a loooong conversation with my parents about everything, I went into my room and called Akaashi, hoping to be able to get through it without crying.
I didn't even get through the word hi without bursting into tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked, almost frantically as I heard some rustling in the background.
"Are you busy?" I asked weakly.
"No, I'm coming over, and I'm texting Bokuto now. Meet us at the corner of your street in 5 minutes."
With that he hung up and I had no choice but to go. I cleaned myself up and left the house. We all lived pretty close together, only Bokuto lived slightly out of the neighborhood, so when we wanted to get together to practice, Akaashi and I would walk over to his house to pick him up. We'd walk to the gym from there.
"You guys, I can always meet you at one of your houses you know," he would always growl when he had been waiting outside for a bit, but we'd insist that this was easier.
That day, we all met at the street corner. Bokuto had practically sprinted all the way from his house.
"WHO'S THE GUY? I'M GONNA KILL THEM, AKAASHI WHERE'S THE BAT YOU GAVE ME?"
"Bokuto, I gave the bat to you. You should know where it is."
"I DON'T CARE!"
"You guys-"
"WHO HURT YOU?"
"The reason I called you here-"
"WHAT DID THEY DO?"
"HEY!"
Bokuto stopped yelling for once.
"The reason I called you today was because my parents just told me something really bad."
And this is where my voice cracked and I teared up. At this point, the boys were really getting freaked out, but they handled it like champs. They had seen me cry too many times before.
Akaashi took my hand and Bokuto wrapped his arm around me as they walked me out of the neighborhood and into the local coffee shop. There was almost no one there, since it was 30 minutes to closing time and no one wanted to drink coffee at 7:30 in the evening.
"Hello!" The barista called from the counter, but when she noticed how distressed we were, she put a worried look on her face and left to go to the back when we didn't go to order.
I told them everything. But of course, all I knew was that I was moving.
"Do you know where?"
"I'm not sure, I can't remember. Miyagi?"
"Wait, isn't that where Karasuno is from?" Bokuto asked Akaashi over my shoulder.
"That's not the most pressing matter, Bokuto," Akaashi mumbled.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry for leaving, I'm so sorry," I cried.
"Don't you dare apologize," Bokuto grabbed me a napkin for me to blow my nose. "But I will be mad at your parents forever."
"Do you know when you leave?"
"In like a week. They apparently already bought a condo. My brother didn't take it too well. Oh- OH!Kenji! I have to go, I have to get to him, he didn't handle it well the last time we moved either. I need to go help him!"
I jumped up out of the seat and prepared to sprint until a giant hand pulled me back down.
"NO (Y/N)!" Bokuto grunted when I went limp in his hand and my full weight dropped on his lap.
"No, I have to get to him!"
"No! We won't let you! You're no help to him if you're freaking out too!"
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"He's right (Y/N)," Akaashi said softly. "You need to calm down before we let you calm someone else down. Your brother doesn't matter right now. We need you here."
I stopped fighting and completely broke down. I was still in Bokuto's lap, just crying into his shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around me so that I wouldn't fall.
Akaashi sat there until he got in line and called for the barista in the back. I was vaguely aware of the barista asking if I was okay or if I needed anything. I couldn't hear what he told her over the buzzing in my head, but a minute later, he came back with a small cup of water and a cookie and set it on the table in front of us.
I probably cried there past closing, but I didn't have any sense of time anymore. Eventually my tears became angry. I was mad at my parents for making me go.
I was pissed at my family for being so distant. I was furious that the only chance for a family I had was a team that hated me. I hated that I worked so hard only to be ripped away now.
Eventually the poor barista came up to us and softly told Akaashi that she really needed to close. He nodded and I felt Bokuto pick me up in bridal style. I continued to cry on his shoulder as we left the store. The people out in the street were looking but I didn't care. Bokuto's shirt was soaked in my sadness and anger.
They walked me to my house. Akaashi spoke soothing words to me all the way home, and Bokuto didn't waver at all with my weight in his arms for so long, which wasn't surprising with my height.
By the time we got there, my tears had stopped and sort of evolved into silent clinginess. I hugged Bokuto as if my life depended on it. I think my fingernails had dug into his back, and I may have drawn some blood, but he didn't show any signs of pain.
They finally left when they saw me smile after Bokuto made me swear to join the volleyball team wherever I went. I promised and went inside after watching them go.
Man, where am I ever gonna find two meatheads like that?
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Fanfiction(Y/N) is a second year at Fukurodani High school, and on their girls volleyball team. She's very good at what she does, she can play almost every position perfectly. She'd be a very well known player around the country if it weren't for one problem...
