~Introduction~
Hey, guys! It's animeflufflife, again. I really like Haikyuu, and I'm super stoked for the second season this winter even though I've already read the manga. If you haven't watched/read it, I totally recommend it because the graphics are pretty decent and not an eyesore and the characters are just amazing.
Anyways, I'm having this weird obsession with writing fanfics with OCs in it, but I'm thinking of doing a cross over, so look forward to that. This fanfic features a girl named Mei (Yes, it's a Say I Love You reference J) and how her past relates to the various members of the Karasuno, Aobajousai, and Nekoma volleyball teams. So, enjoy this introduction!
Oh by the way, this fanfic is going to be in present tense instead of past tense like The New Fairy because I think it sounds different. If you don't like it, please voice your feelings and I'll definitely take note of it for the future.
Disclaimer: I don't own Haikyuu. I wish I did because Kuro and Tsukki are bae but I don't. L
Normal POV:
"Oikawa-senpai, will you teach me how to do a jump serve?"
"Hah?" The addressed brown-haired captain glances at the shorter male with sheer disgust. "No way. I don't have time to help someone who'll probably become my future rival in high school. Learn on your own or something."
A snort of disgust sounds from the entrance of the volleyball court.
Oikawa's brows twitch together. "Only volleyball members are allowed in the gym during practice," he calls to the figure lingering there. "Distractions are looked down upon."
A girl enters the room, clad in an unfamiliar volleyball uniform, her silky dark hair tumbling in perfect waves to her waist. "Incivility towards kouhais is looked down upon," she replies, throwing the volleyball in her arms at him.
At the last moment, he catches it, the expensive fabric nearly falling from his sweat-slick fingers. "Excuse me? Is it illogical to not want to teach techniques to a future rival?"
She approaches him, turning up her head to look him straight into his chocolate brown eyes. "That 'future rival' is my brother," she practically whispers, her hands on the ball. "And right now, he's on your team. Quit thinking about the future and focus on now. Because you'll completely regret not helping him improve." And with that, she stalks off angrily.
Oikawa, flustered, lets out a sigh. "Fine, fine, kouhai-chan," he teases tiredly. "I'll teach you."
"Thank you, Oikawa-senpai!" he replies gratefully. He clutches the volleyball in his hands. "I'm sorry about my sister. She can be really scary."
"Tch. Whatever."
A Month Later:
"Oikawa-senpai! Oikawa-senpai!" Swarms of fan-girls practically throw themselves onto the popular 3rd year during lunch period.
"Hello, hello! I see you're all looking as beautiful as ever," Oikawa says, launching into various lines that result in deafening screams. "I have to do pick up some homework that I miss when I was sick, but I will be back." He quickly walks away before anyone could protest, actually eager to get away from them.
As he makes his way upstairs towards the staff room, he notices a small figure, curled up in a dark corner by the staircase. Ignoring it, he continues to walk away.
But when he returns with his packet of paper, a small noise comes from her, almost like a held-back sob.
"I didn't make it," a girl's voice murmurs under her breath, choking cries back down her throat. "I didn't try hard enough."
A wave of mixed feelings, sympathy and repulsion, flows through Oikawa's mind. Finally, he decides to sit beside her. "Um…are you okay?"
A scornful choke erupts from her throat. "I wouldn't be sitting here, bawling my eyes out if I was okay," she responds in a lower voice. "I tried out for a national volleyball team to represent Japan…but I didn't make it."
"Oh…" Lost in finding the right words to say, Oikawa awkwardly pats her shoulder and shockingly, she leans into him. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Whatever. I just wanted to do something…big, I guess. I want to be someone worth being proud of after all the hard work I put into finding a hobby that defined me." She sniffles, inhaling and exhaling deeply. After a moment, she speaks again. "I'm fine. Thank you, I didn't mean to attract attention."
She glances up to look at his face, widening her eyes at his expression. "Y-you're…"
Recognition floods into his mind. "You're that girl that stood up to me for Tobio-chan!" he cries aloud.
Immediately, she hushes him. "Shh. Geez, be aware of your surroundings. Yeah, well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Mei. And you are?"
Though hesitant, he says, "Oikawa Tooru."
Two weeks later:
"Tooru!"
Oikawa finds a small pair of arms wrapped around his neck. "Nani, nani? What's that in your hand?" He snatches the white, wrinkled piece of paper out of the girl's hands.
Mei's dark blue eyes shimmer with delight as she explains, "I just got this letter this morning! Apparently, one of the girls on the national volleyball team I was telling you about broke her leg and can't play, so I've been accepted to replace her! Can you believe it?!"
"That's great, Mei-chan!" he replies, hugging her. "When do you start?"
At this, she bites her bottom lip. "Uh, well…I'm leaving in a week."
"Oh…well, I guess we can keep a long-distance relationship, right? I know a ton of people who do that," Oikawa says, trying to act positive.
Slowly, she shakes her head, her eyes refusing to meet his. "…Well, I wasn't really going to talk to you about that till later but…"
He frowns, sensing something bad. "But what?"
"I…I think we should break up," she utters. They stand on the sidewalk in complete silence while cars fly by in flashes.
"Wait, why?"
Mei clings to him tightly, her head on his chest. "I really like you, Tooru, and you know it. But I also really like volleyball too. And I know you do too. Maybe I'm just too young for a relationship. But no matter what happens," she looks up at him for a brief moment, "I will come back. Okay?"
"Promise?"
She smiles a bit at this. "Promi—" He gently plants a kiss on her lips, holding her as if she were a precious, fragile figurine, sharing their first and possibly last kiss.