Author's Note: It's been awhile. School's been busy, club duties, and yeah. So this fic takes place the year after the Haikyuu! Which means the 3rd years are college freshmen, the 2nd years are now 3rd years, and the 1st years are now 2nd years. The point of view will be different in each chapter but I'll specify whose POV it is. I'll try to mention what everyone is majoring as soon as possible.
Updated Author's Note: I came up with the idea in the middle of February, and worked on it a bit towards the end of March, and now on this fine mid-May evening, rewriting it. I have a sociology exam tomorrow that I haven't studied for and a mood board to do, not to mention a ton of other work, but I want to write this.
Daichi's POV:
"This isn't goodbye. We talked about this. We'll Skype every weekend. Even though I'll be in Tokyo and you'll be in Miyagi, we can still keep in touch." I state confidently. Asahi and Suga nod. Kiyoko already left for college. Suga is going to school in Miyagi. Asahi didn't want to attend college so he got a job.
"My son, I'm so proud of you. I still can't believe you're going to school in Tokyo. Be safe, study hard, call me when you get to campus or when you get settled in…" my mother starts rambling.
"If you need anything, don't be afraid to call us." My dad says. I notice a train arriving behind my friends and family, not entirely ready to say goodbye.
"Well, looks like my train is here." I awkwardly state. I adjust my backpack slightly before moving to Asahi and Suga, pulling them into a hug. "Thanks for making the past 3 years so amazing. I couldn't ask for better teammates."
After a moment, I hug each of my parents as well as my siblings. "I'll miss you." I get my bags, tell my siblings to stay out of trouble, and board the train.
"Quickly! It's here!" I notice someone yell. Four people run towards the train. Two boys around my age a woman who looks a few years older, and a child. The woman and one of the boys have chocolate-brown hair, the other boy has really dark hair. They quickly exchange hugs before the boy with chocolate-brown hair hops on the train.
Once the train leaves and my friends and family are out of sight, I sit down and sigh. I can't believe I'm going to college. I'm going to be an English major at the University of Tokyo, and I'm going to be in the honors program. Instead of living at home with my parents and two siblings, I am sharing a room with another guy my age, living on the same floor as a bunch of other guys my age. I won't have class with Suga every day. And I'll have a whole new team. I wonder what they'll be like.
-5 hours later-
The train reached Tokyo some time ago and I've now reached the campus. I pause to rummage through my bag, pulling out a piece of paper with instructions of where to go. There's a lot of people rushing around, eager to start their futures.
"Excuse me. Do you know where I can find West Hall?" I ask a guy with dark hair and bangs that make him look like he's still in his emo phase.
"Yeah. I just came from there." He says before pointing me in the right direction. I thank him and start the walk. After about 10 minutes, I reach the dorm.
Following the instructions on the sheet, I found the unloading area and got my things handled. After thanking the moving crew, I enter the building and head to the office to get the key to my room.
"Hi. I'm here to get my key. I'm Sawamura Daichi."
The girl working looks through a stack of papers. "Do you have any ID?" I pull out my ID and hand it to her. She looks through the stack of papers, highlights something, returns the ID, and gives me a key. "You're in room 10-08 and it looks like your roommate has already arrived."
"Thank you."
I start making the walk up the stairs because the moving instructions said we can't use the elevators. I'm so glad that I played volleyball in high school and that it helped my stamina. After a few minutes, I reach the floor and head down the hall, greeting the few people I see.
Once I reach room 10-08 I stare at the door for a moment. There's two drawings of sneakers taped to the door. One has my name and the other has the name of my roommate: Oikawa Tooru. I knock to let him know that I'm here before using my key to open the door. My things are on one side of the room, Oikawa is on the other side, unpacking his things.
Oikawa turns around to greet me. "Sawamura, long time, no see. I still can't believe we're roommates. Are you still doing volleyball?" I nod. "I guess that means I'm your setter and you're my spiker."
"Yeah. I wonder what the rest of our team is like." We both shrug and go to unpack our things. After I get my essential things unpacked, I let Oikawa know that I'm going to get my student ID and head to the student center.
-20 minutes later-
I returned to my dorm with a new form of identification, a Snickers bar, and determination to put up my decorations.
"I'm back. Hey, after we finish unpacking, do you wann- Oikawa, are you okay?" He's stilling on his bed, holding a pile of pictures with tears down his face.
"I'm okay." He claims, though the bloodshot eyes, shiny, wet eyelashes, and tear tracks don't really convince me. "I just miss Iwa-chan. We've gone to school together for years and now he's in Miyagi and I'm in Tokyo, and we won't be able to get lunch together or do homework or play volleyball and I miss him."
I walk over and offer him a hug, which he accepts. "Hey, hey. It's okay." I try to comfort him. "I have an idea. How about we take some deep breaths and you get some water and call Iwaizumi." He nods and smiles a bit.
About 10 minutes later, he sets the stack of photos on his desk and takes out his phone, calling Iwaizumi. It rings a couple times before the former ace picks up.
"Hello? Tooru? How's Tokyo?"
"It's interesting. The city is beautiful and the view from the dorm is amazing, but I miss you. I should have stayed with you in Mi-"
"No. You're going to University of Tokyo with a volleyball scholarship and you're getting your degree. You have plans for your future and I have my plans. We both know that we'll be in each other's futures, but this path, with different universities is for a reason. We chose schools that we thought fit our needs and we'll still keep in touch. Okay, Crappykawa?" Iwaizumi starts.
"You're right, Iwa-chan."
Note to self: Oikawa seems to either be bad with goodbyes, gets homesick easily, or some combination of both.
Additional note to self: If Oikawa is ever stressed, it helps to lay out the facts.
"So, how's Miyagi?" Oikawa asks. "Got a cool roommate?"
"Shiratorizawa."
"Huh?"
"He's from Shiratorizawa." For a moment, Oikawa seems to tense up and his eyes go wide with shock. Even I pause from unpacking after hearing the name of the powerhouse school we once faced. I can't help but wonder who Iwaizumi's roommate is. Maybe they weren't a volleyball player, but maybe just a normal student at Shiratorizawa. Or if they played volleyball in high school, quit after graduating. All I know is that I've faced them once and I know which players I'd rather not face again if possible.
Author's Note: So that's chapter 1! I hope you enjoy! Please follow/favorite/review if you liked it. Shout out to the Orange Court Discord server for giving me feedback on my thoughts occasionally. I wonder if any of you readers can tell who Iwaizumi's roommate is (I think the people in the Orange Court Discord probably know) and bonus if you know who the guy who pointed Daichi in the direction of his dorm is. I'm so glad to get this chapter up. I think I wrote it at least 3 times trying to figure out whose POV to do. Next chapter will hopefully come out sooner. Have a nice day!