Chapter One [Meeting Nishinoya]
Before you knew it, the weekend was over. This meant it was time to face your new school. Fucking awesome.
"Honey, get up, it's time for your first day at Karasuno! Oh, how exciting!" Your mother shouted excitedly from downstairs, the smell of pancakes entering your nose and eliciting a small growl from your stomach.
Groaning, you lifted the covers off of your body and got out of bed. On the chair in front of your unassembled desk, your mother had laid out a pair of clothes for you to wear. Obviously, they were your school uniform, which you were none too excited to wear. Never in your life did you have to wear a skirt. You've always been a little self-conscious, so you avoided wearing rather, or even remotely, revealing clothing.
After sighing a couple of times, you reluctantly got dressed and grabbed your school bag, heading downstairs to eat. Hey, at least, breakfast smelled good, right?
The flash of the watch catches your eye, showing you that school will be starting in twenty minutes. Beginning to work on your breakfast faster, you lean over the counter and pinch at the hem of your mother’s shirt to get her attention. “We have to leave soon, y’know.” She waved you off, saying, "I know, I know," grumbling a bit before moving over to the refrigerator to finish packing lunches.
You plopped back down in your seat, getting impatient.
Arms spread across the counter top and, rather dramatically, thou exhale a whine from your body. “Come on, mom,” She rolled her eyes at you, turning around with the lunches, placing one in front of you.
Immediately perking up, you grabbed it, stuffing the small pack into a slot in your school bag. You didn't bother to wait for your mom, standing up and zooming out the door straight afterward.
You automatically regretted your decision when the blistering cold air hit your bare skin like a whip. You shifted your weight from heel to heel, waiting for your mom to hurry up again.
"Moooooom," you carp, seeing her disheveled form come out the door, purse and keys in hand.
"You're so impatient, [Name]," she said in exasperation, turning her back to you so she could lock the front door of the house, then walked over to the car to let you get in. As soon as she unlocked the doors, you hopped into the front seat as she got into the drivers. She put her stuff in the backseat before pulling out to drive you to school.
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You didn't know why you were so desperate to get out of the house earlier. First of all, it was hella cold in a fucking skirt, and you just knew people were judging you when you first got to the school. Not only did you have no idea where your class or even where the office was, but you didn't know how to ask anyone for help, so you stood at the front entrance of the school for a good three minutes. You definitely looked stupid.
Suddenly, you felt someone tackle you from behind, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whoever it was shouted your name before pouncing, giving you a hint as to who it was. Hinata Shōyō, or something like that.
You tried to turn to see who it was and got a glimpse of fluffy orange hair. Yup. You were fucking right.
Hinata slipped off your back, despite being a few inches taller than you. He smiled at you brightly, and you couldn't but stare. How was it physically possible for someone to be this damn cute?
"Good morning, [Name]!" He shouted a little too loudly.
"Ah, morning, Hinata," you muttered shyly. Rubbing the back of your neck nervously, you asked, “This might be a strange request, but, um, can you show me around the school? I don't know where anything is…”
He looked surprised for a second before smiling (yet again). “Sure!”
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After Hinata had helped you around, the day went by quickly once class started. It was odd only having one class like in elementary school, but that makes things rather simple.
Just as you were packing up to go home, Hinata bounded up to you happily, asking you if you wanted to attend his volleyball practice. You wanted to say no since you were so tired, but that would seem rude.
"Y-Yeah, sure, does it start now?" You asked, anxiously shifting your gaze away from him. Hinata seemed to ignore your odd behavior and nodded, hooking arms with you once again to drag you to the gym. Luckily you managed to get your stuff altogether on time...
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You were surprised when you and Hinata entered the gym. It was very different than the gym at your old school. The building wasn't separated like these were. Yours were all just one big part of the school, so this was a whole new thing for you.
Not only that, but the volleyball set-up was much different than what your school had. It had a red mat wrapped around the poles that held up the net on either side of the gym. Plus, the court was much bigger too.
Hinata smiled upon seeing you so entranced by the set-up, but it was short-lived when his senpai (Tanaka) yelled at him from across the gym.
You flinched a little bit, not expecting the loud noise. Hinata panicked, then ran away to go change for practice. You reached out a hand in an attempt to stop him, but he was already out of your reach.
You suddenly froze like a deer in the headlights. Hinata just left you alone with a bunch of guys, and ones that you didn't even know!
Takeda noticed your frightened form when he walked through the gym doors. Walking up behind you, he tapped your shoulder, causing you almost to shriek in surprise. He tried not to laugh.
You turned around stiffly to see it was the teacher from the other day, letting your nerves relax a bit. "Are you alright, [Name]?" He asked, giving you concerned look.
"Ah, yes, just--- not used to being left alone with a bunch of teenage boys," you pursed your lips, embarrassed that you admitted that.
Takeda only laughed. "They're not all that bad. Although, Tanaka and Nishinoya are a bit rambunctious."
Looking at him suspiciously, you asked, "Rambunctious how? Because I've dealt with 'rambunctious' and it wasn't fun."
"Mm, they can get very excited is all. What kind have you 'dealt with'?"
"The kind that are always talking when they're not supposed to and playing audio memes from across the room," you said, slumping your shoulders at the thought of those dumbasses from your [core] class.
Takeda squinted in confusion, mouthing the words 'audio memes’. You didn't bother to notice it.
When Hinata came back, he profusely apologized for leaving you all by yourself, in which you told him it was fine (even though it wasn't).
Throughout the practice, you tried to pay attention but would quickly lose interest. Sports, especially volleyball, weren't necessarily your thing.
It wasn't until Hinata hit that awesomely weird quick did you finally get interested. With the sound of the ball hitting the ground resonating through the air, you couldn't help but stare in shock.
Hinata looked over at you expectantly, "Did you see that, [Name]-chan?" When did he start calling you [Name]-chan?
Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you smiled at him and nodded. Kageyama noticed this, glaring at him from behind and grumbling, "Oi, stop getting distracted, dumbass."
Turning around, Hinata let out a "Huh?" before saying, "Ah, right, sorry.”
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Time flew by quickly after that, that quick making the game much more interesting than it initially was. Once practice was over, Hinata immediately ran up to you, dragging you over with him to talk to the other first years. You were silent for most of the conversation, not sure how to intervene since you knew next to nothing about volleyball.
Eventually, Nishinoya, a second year, came up and ruffled Hinata's already messy hair. You tried to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible around the kid, not feeling up to talking to someone new. Too bad that's not what Hinata had in mind.
"Ah, Nishinoya-senpai, you haven't met [Name]-chan yet, have you?" Damn you, you fluffy-haired shrimp.
The boy with spiked hair looked over to you, making a low humming noise. A grin lit up his face when his eyes rested upon your form.
Your eyes widened knowing he was looking your way, and you tried to avoid his gaze. You hated being the center of attention, especially when the attention came from someone you don't even know.
"Ah, so you're the girl my kouhai keeps talking about?" He said, twirling his index finger in your direction.
"I... suppose I am," you weren't too sure. Hinata had talked about you? In such a short amount of time of knowing each other too. It wasn't often that someone liked you enough to talk about you.
Before Nishinoya could say anything else, your phone vibrated from your makeshift pocket (you stuffed it in the leggings of the uniform). Damn, how you missed your warm, cozy pants that actually have pockets.
"Oh, looks like my mom’s here. Guess I gotta go." Putting your phone back in your "pocket", you went over to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
"W-Wait, let me walk you out!" You turned to see it was, yet again, Hinata. Damn, he was either really desperate for a new friend or he genuinely likes you.
You nodded wordlessly, briskly turning and walking out of the gym to wait for him outside.
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Once he was finished changing, Nishinoya had decided to walk with you two as well. You chatted a bit as you walked to the front entrance of the school. You came to find that Nishinoya was actually really sweet, but very, very loud.
Hinata seemed a bit jealous of the attention you were giving Nishinoya but tried not to let it get to him.
Upon arriving at the front, you saw your mom leaning against the car, trying to seem cool. Rolling your eyes, you walked right past her and opened the passenger door, tossing your bag in with not so much as a word to your mom.
It didn't quite matter though since she seemed content with striking up a loud conversation with Hinata and Nishinoya.
"Mom." Nothing. "Mom." Nope. "Mom, stop it." Ugh.
God, how did you end up with such an extroverted mother