I'M BACK FROM YEARS OF HIATUS!
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to continue the previous Haikyuu fic (using the same OCs) due to college and everything in life. Ugh. But heeeeey, i'm back. I just finished writing one-shots in Tumblr for the Voltron fandom as well because I am an avid Plance shipper (no hate pls)
So yeah. Because it's been years since I last continued my previous fic, the skill level that I am at now and the plot completely disappeared from my head so here I am in another attempt to create a decent plot using the same OCs as last time.
Thank you for those who supported me back then! I hope you continue the support even if i'm such a crappy writer with no sense of responsibility and goes on year-long hiatuses(?) huhuhu
Let's see if we could get at least five reviews for each chapter (hopefully). I appreciate the feedback, as always!
He swears. He just freaking swears that the number of times a wrong delivery has been made to his address has increased drastically the past two months.
His twitching glare could burn holes on the new package lying on his front porch and although he should already be used to it, he still could not catch the dumbass mailman who keeps making these mistakes. He's soooo going to be home the next time the delivery guy arrives. Of course, right now, he had this to deal with – along with the other countless letters and deliveries he received in the past.
Sighing in an angry fashion, he hesitantly picked the box up. He was starting to hate the mailbox and his front porch for some reason, not to mention, whoever gave the courier his home address is definitely going to get it sometime. No, he couldn't be thinking about that now. He has volleyball practice to attend to.
The angry raven-haired teenager walked back up into his house and straight into his room, double-taking for a bit while he argued with himself inside his head whether he should finally let his mother know that the mailman has, yet again, delivered it to their address. Using his right foot to close his bedroom door, he walked to a very special corner (which was already taking up so much space, damn it.) where he kept a box filled with unknown letters and random packages.
Again, he wondered if he should let his parents know, but remembers that they would probably force him to personally deliver the items to the right person and he would rather die than trouble himself with literally anything other than volleyball.
He was, after all, Kageyama Tobio.
And so he dumps the package along with the others and decides to pump himself up to start a new day of practice. Surely, he'd bump into a certain orange-haired dumbass along the way and he needed to prepare for any false starts.