Disclaimer: Haikyuu! belongs entirely to Haruichi Furudate, I only own the OC character, nothing else.


Chapter 7: First Years


One Year Before the Storyline

"Hinata's Bathroom Adventures: Prologue."


"Urggh. So. M-many. Scary. People."

Hinata Shouyou struggled to stay on his feet, despite being absolutely overwhelmed by the immaculate amount of overgrown middle school athletes; athletes who, in fact, were probably tall enough to touch the ceiling without standing on a ladder. He had been circling around for a decent while, finishing enough laps to qualify him for a five kilometer relay, eventually earning the intrigue of a certain fair-feathered foreigner.

Apollonia had gone is search of Sugawara, who had gone in search of food and, by her request, coffee, though found herself looping around some off-kilter hallway. She glanced around for any noticeable Japanese sign that would redirect her to the gym, or anywhere else for that matter, but found herself beguiled by the trembling, sweating, and apparently physically ill middle school student limping before her. Not one to be taken by anything below her eye-level, Apollonia couldn't help but stare.

"S-s-scary-y-y," Hinata groaned quietly, not aimed at any giant in particular. He continued lurching along the wall, his hand sweating and smearing across the paint as he struggled to stay upright, holding his stomach in agony. He was grumbling under his breath, cowering slightly when those taller and more intimidating than him would pass him by. Which essentially, was everyone. His heart burst from his chest when some merely one hundred and seventy centimeters walked past him; and here she was, fully grown to the unnatural height of one hundred and eighty-six centimeters, reaching out a still hand to him for condolence. Not surprisingly when their two eye lines met, he immediately froze up, sweating bullets as his mouth struggled to shape trembling words.

"T-T-TAAALLL!"

Apollonia sucked back on her lips, recoiling at his volume alone.

"Are you alright," she managed to ask, despite the violent battle she was having inside, trying to keep her skin color tame as she regarded this shivering frame. But the vibrant hue of his hair and the innocent terror in his eyes was far too pathetic to keep a passive face. He was just so… heartbreakingly small, so pathetically fragile, like a trembling leaf barely grown on the stalk of the smallest plant in the most barren garden. He was so small she could probably fit him easily in her bag and just walk right out of the stadium without a second thought.

Apollonia took a deep, quiet breath to expel the idea before she found any gumption on act on it.

Hinata looked up into her unblinking eyes, gulped down something scratchy, and scrunched into what Apollonia assumed to be a fight-or-flight posture.

"U-uggh, mu-mu-mister, where are the bathrooms," he asked, holding his stomach once more as his intestines fully digested his fear and seemed to be rising back up as full blown terror.

Apollonia felt her stoicism slip as she but her lip until it threatened to bruise. She brought her long, bandaged arm up past his head, pointing with an outstretched index finger towards an open turn at the end of the hallway, prodding the air where a sign that read, 'Bathrooms,' bold and clear at the intersection. Hinata almost missed the gesture in favor of staring at Apollonia's covered arm, entranced to why she looked like a martial arts fighter.

Shaking off the thought, he followed the line of her arm and bolted.

"THANK YOU, SHIRO-SAN!"

Apollonia's face exploded with color as she fully dropped the weight of her head into her open palms. Somehow, even though he was absolutely petrified her, she was both charmed and endeared by his reaction, not that she had any clue to the reason why. Even the horrendous nickname he had given her. Not a moment too soon, Sugawara rounded the corner with two hands of food and drinks, and nudged Apollonia with a bag of crackers.

"What's wrong, did you hit your head on the threshold again?"

Apollonia didn't answer, and only garnered a few stares from passing middle school players as they tried to step around her. Sugawara did his best to move her out of the middle of the walkway with little success.

"Apollonia-chan, pull yourself together!"

But Apollonia was too far-gone. She raised a shaking hand, towards the light as if God would just reach down and snatch her from her mortal frame. It took a while to regain her composure, though Apollonia herself couldn't even eloquently explain why she had reacted the way that she had. When Sugawara asked her what or who she saw, Apollonia just muttered, "Nothing," and left it at that.


Present


"HRUUGH!"

"Do you think we pushed her too hard, Shimizu," Daichi intoned, holding his head slightly to the side in half-effort to avoid looking directly at Apollonia.

"H-HRU-UGH-H!"

Kiyoko grimaced, shutting one eye and bringing her clipboard up to shield her face as she watched Apollonia's entire body shudder. "I don't think ten laps around the gym in seven minutes was too much to ask," she responded, cringing when Apollonia began violently coughing.

"She did say she was coming back from the flu, so she's not at her top performance just yet," Sugawara commented.

"HHHRRRUUGH!"

Apollonia, the definition of upright and unflappable, was vomiting the entire capacity of her stomach into a large trashcan, with her arms splayed out in front of her over the opposite end of the rim. Half of her body was almost lost in the wide basin as she emptied what little food and bile she had left harboring in her body—with explicit additional sound effects for their listening pleasure, of course.

"Hrrrgh…"

"Is she done?"

They watched as Apollonia did little more than twitch and groan into the trashcan, slung over it like a wet piece of paper. They slowly strode up to her, freezing whenever her back would arch uncomfortably after a sharp lurch. Sugawara proved to bear the bravest heart as he made his way beside her, stepping lightly on his toes as not to startle her. Gently he set his hand on her shoulder, though did his best to avoid looking directly at the horror she had emptied into the bin.

"Apollonia-chan?"

"Uuurrrggh…"

"Apollonia-chan, are you alright?"

Apollonia slowly staggered to a slouched position, holding the rim of her bile reciprocal firmly in her grasp. Dingy sheets and emaciated spirits paled in comparison to her ill, sunken face: her jaw was slack as she fruitlessly tried to breathe through her teeth, one eye blinking a little more solidly than the other, her skin more like the side of a glacier than anything else. She nodded her head weakly, groaning as she forced herself into a more dignified form of standing. Ennoshita and his fellow second year took the liberty of wearing a few surgical masks Apollonia had stashed in her emergency bag, just in case.

Unaware of Apollonia's predicament, Tanaka came sprinting to their side with his arms raised, blatantly ignoring Ennoshita and Daichi's pleas of, 'Tanaka, stop!'

"Oi guys, let's go get Nikuman after practice!"

"HHHRRRUUUGHH!"

"Dammit, Tanaka!"


"Expectations."


Upon starting the new school year, Sugawara had taken the initiative to occupy the seat on Apollonia's right—as she had once again chosen her preferred spot by the window facing out towards the luscious greenery and gardens—while Daichi, who joined them in Class Four, sat behind Apollonia, unfortunately only seeing only the top two thirds of the blackboard, the last third being her feathered crop.

Though Apollonia assured that she would not be opposed to switching seats with Daichi, the captain ultimately refused—seeing a perfect opportunity to duck behind her alert stature and thus avoid being the center of attention for especially inquisitive professors. Apollonia only shrugged in response.

It was but a few days after a certain carrot-haired jumper and a certain sour-faced King had royally pissed the ever-authoritative Volleyball Captain off beyond compare, resulting in their own temporary blacklisting from the gym until they could properly act as teammates. Apollonia—much to Tanaka's disdain, as he wanted to immediately challenge her to a game and show her just how high he was able to jump now—was busy with organizing her medical supplies, and typing up essays and spreadsheets.

She was obligated to take excruciatingly detailed notes depicting the team's health—then tracking their journey as they improved and faltered, and how she would apply herself to reverse their descent whether it be prescribing rehabilitation exercises, stretching, massages, fixing their technique, etc. etc. And Apollonia, true to her pensive demeanor, had bought a myriad of notebooks: color-coded and separated by positions, year and skill level: Middle Blockers, Libero, Wing-Spiker, and Setter each bearing their own booklet, along with one large notebook that would house her immediate ideas and thoughts, so that she may record them later in their respective spirals. She even had certain pens dedicated to each book.

Sugawara had to note that despite how nonchalant or dispassionate Apollonia showed to be, she had a certain kind of finesse when it came to meticulous details: especially tedious, unnecessary ones.

So, as Apollonia sat at her desk, her notebooks splayed around her, her index and middle finger smoothing the skin from her lips to her chin, Sugawara took the daring move to break her from her almost impenetrable concentration.

"Apollonia-chan?"

Silence.

"Apollooonia-chan."

Impenetrable.

"Apollonia!"

Almost impenetrable.

She perked her ears, the ends of her eyelashes shifting as they snapped over to Sugawara with a startled blink. He had that trademark grin of his, slightly cocked, his little tear mole high upon his cheek. Apollonia had half a mind to scold him for intruding on her work, but found the engaging quality of his spirit more beguiling than annoying. With a soft exhale of defeat; she faced her shoulders towards the setter, signaling only a portion of her undivided attention.

"We have some interesting first years that want to join," Sugawara tried to mention casually, leaning slightly towards her from his desk. Apollonia hummed, though her assumed interest sounded more feigned than genuine; Sugawara chalked it up to her irritation of being taken from her work, as well as her disdain for small talk. Though even with that in mind, he continued.

"They're both very talented, in their own way," he pressed.

Apollonia simply blinked.

"I believe that with a little bit of help, they could improve themselves substantially before they play their match together with the other first years," he pushed.

Apollonia's brow darkened softly, a gesture essentially stating, 'Please, be direct.'

"I've been helping one of them out with the basics, and I was wondering if you could help the other one with his technique," Sugawara finally admitted. "Do you remember that setter from Kitagawa?"

"The brooding one," Apollonia deadpanned.

"Yeah," Sugawara answered, "He's the 'genius-type,' and I thought he would do well under your supervision. I want you to help train him. You could even join me to help as well, the other one is very underdeveloped with his receives."

There was a small beat between the two.

"No."

Sugawara was quickly growing wearied by Apollonia's straight-forward nature—for there were instances in fact where she was possibly too direct. Sugawara held back the urge to throw his head back in defeat and returned Apollonia's cold retort with a breathy sigh.

Catching on that she had apparently either insulted or disheartened the setter, Apollonia released a bit of tension in her shoulders, applying a little more pressure to the edge of her desk. She looked at Sugawara with an expression that was trying its damnedest to seem softer than it was.

"If he is a genius, then he should be smart enough to realize that he needs to benefit himself by first swallowing his pride. You did say that they were banned because they could not act as teammates after all, did you not?"

"Well, yes that was part of it," Sugawara mused, raking his fingers through the small hairs on the nape of his neck. "So, you're saying that he needs to put his talents aside and try to work together with his fellow first year on his own?"

Apollonia slowly nodded, affirming Sugawara's interpretation. She watched as she instigated a firm self-congratulatory gesture out of the setter, apparently praising himself for cracking the proverbial, 'Finnish Code,' that often left the two simmering in their own separate thoughts. Apollonia arched her eyebrow, slightly lifting her chin and nose to him, quickly humbling the setter with just a minor shift in her face.

"They need to work together on the court, both the brooding one and his rival need to understand that," she noted haltingly, fiddling with the end of one of her notebooks as if she were uncomfortable hearing her own voice.

"Right," Sugawara hummed in agreement, "Now, they are each other's most formidable ally. I'm sure they will be able to bring out something great in one another. They're both really accomplished in their own manner, and the first years they are playing against seem adept in their own right too. Well, they're both tall, at least."

Apollonia regarded his remark with a soft nod, before turning back to her stack of spirals, straightening them, and re-straightening them as if she were calculating the degree rotation and per cubic centimeter of space they occupied.

Sugawara determined it to be an apprehensive fidget, as if to say, 'Too bad I won't be there to see it.'

"Do you still need to go back to the college for further examinations," he finally asked.

Apollonia whipped her head around towards him, appalled that such a meek little setter such as himself could be so perceptive of her inner musings. It was enough to briefly still her with silence, though she eventually found the gumption to speak.

"I'm picking up the last of the medical supplies as well. Once I sift through all of it, I'll start bringing it to practices," she answered.

Sugawara hummed a small note of affirmation, before giving a cordial, 'Hello,' to Daichi as he walked into the classroom, not but a second before the bell. He took his seat behind Apollonia, questioning the setter what they had been talking about, to which Sugawara explained that he was discussing the oncoming match of the first years.

Daichi chuckled wearily, musing of the troublesome nature of the four—well two, but he did not want to openly chastise specifically Hinata and Kageyama in front of his fellow teammates—and inquired whether Apollonia would be able to make the match. Sugawara noted with a childish frown that she would be ditching them in favor of the University—which instigated a playfully snide reaction from Daichi along the lines of, 'Oh, she's is too good for us high school kids, she needs to go after the college crowd.'

Apollonia did little but blink forcefully, perking up slightly as Sugawara leaned over again to offer one last statement.

"Try to show up if you can, we'd really like for all the first years to meet you once they're gathered together; we sort of have something special planned if everything goes well," he intoned, Daichi nodding in agreement.

Perhaps it was the identical Cheshire grins painting both the captain and vice-captain's mouth, a sly little expression that forced Apollonia to assume that they knew more than they led on—a crude gesture that ordinarily would not have appealed to Apollonia. Though, she had to admit perhaps, for the first time, she was actually intrigued by the approaching match.

And perhaps, contrasting sharply from last year, she'd be able to profess it.


"Reunion."


"I sort of wish she was able to see this match. It was something else," Sugawara admitted, holding his arms crossed as he stood next to Kiyoko.

Karasuno's manager lifted her chin, offering a soft nod.

"Apollonia told me that the college wanted to prep her as much as they could before she started helping out," she said quietly, averting her eyes towards the court, taking in the beguiling sight that was their newly inducted first years.

While Hinata was running around like the bull-headed spitfire that he was, Kageyama was trying not to look too comfortable in his new club uniform, Tsukishima was holding the fabric out in front of him as if it would get him dirty, though Yamaguchi seemed to be more intrigued by the extra jacket lying at the bottom of the box.

An extra jacket? Surely their elders had anticipated only they would be receiving their ticket into the Volleyball Club, so why would one lonely jersey rest at the belly of this simple, cardboard box? It was rather large, suited to fit someone of Tsukishima's frame or even taller, though there was not another beanstalk to be found.

Yamaguchi held up the jersey to his fellow teammates and inquired, "Why is there an extra jacket? Was there supposed to be another first year joining?"

Hinata ceased his running around and sprinted up to the out held jacket. Upon the immaculate size of the clothing, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his hands rose towards the object laying limp in Yamaguchi's arms.

"Whoa! It's huge; this person must be like a walking skyscraper! They're probably even taller than Tsukishima!"

Hinata spun around to Daichi and Sugawara, "Who does it belong to, is he a first year like us," he asked.

A flash of recognition flashed across Tanaka's eyes, before he too was inspecting the jersey with his knee fully extended out in front of him, his hand cupping his chin.

"No way, Daichi-san, Suga-san! Did you really get her a jacket?!"

Her?

A snapping of necks became audible as all four first years whipped around to face their captain.

Daichi felt the unnerving urge to take a step back as his new first year kouhai looked at him with tepid stares—wondering both why someone who was not even present, who did not even participate in the three-on-three match was receiving the emblem of Karasuno's Volleyball Club, and why said person was a woman.

A small bead of sweat slipped down Sugawara's cheek as he broke out in a toothy grin, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, I did promise her a jacket in exchange that she started training exclusively with us this year."

"Who are you guys talking about," Hinata cheeped as he stood swiveling between Daichi and Sugawara, eyes wide with bemusement. "Who's this lady you're talking about? Is she one of your girlfriends?"

Both Daichi and Sugawara paled, flushing brightly as they both held out their hands in a halting manner before shouting, "NO," in a spotless harmony. Tanaka was not shy as he burst out in gut-wrenching laugher, going so far as to fall on the floor and actually hold his stomach while writhing madly around like an upturned beetle. "Girlfriend! Girlfriend, he says!"

Hinata just stood between them, wondering why his elders were suddenly so timid just by discussing this one woman—who had to be ginormous if she could sufficiently fill out the jacket Yamaguchi was still holding out awestruck in front of him.

Kageyama had altogether given up on following the brainlessness of Hinata as well as the suddenly flustered demeanor of his superiors, though the lurking suspicion of who exactly this person was still prodded at him. How could a woman of all species just be given a jacket without even being part of the team? What, was she a fellow manager, or a younger sister of one of the third years, did she prefer unnaturally oversized sportswear—because honestly, what person other than Tsukishima would actually be able to fill out what looked to be about four or five yards of fabric?

Kageyama glanced at the jacket, the flustered third years, Hinata holding the jacket up to his shoulders, commenting how it could be worn like a yukata on his own frame, to an obviously irritated Tsukishima, Tanaka still laughing, and back to the jacket.

"Well who is this person, and why is she getting a free jersey?"

Tanaka slipped an arm around Kageyama's shoulder and held the jersey tenderly in his arms if the aforementioned woman herself had suddenly materialized in its frame.

"Who is she? Who is she?! This ordinary jacket belongs to none other than Apple-san! Or to you lowly first years, 'Karasuno's Swan,' so you better watch yourself when handling it."

"She doesn't like that name, Tanaka, you already know that," Ennoshita commented, grunts of affirmation from both Daichi and Sugawara.

"APPLE," Hinata exclaimed loudly. "Her name is 'Apple?!'"

"Is Swan-san really a houseplant," Tsukishima inquired with a small grin, decorated by Yamaguchi's quiet chuckling.

"Her name is Apollonia, and she's actually an international student from Finland," Daichi started.

"She's pretty knowledgeable, but you might have to excuse her if she speaks a little odd. Her Japanese is pretty dated," Sugawara added.

"Finland," Hinata hummed, "So cool! Where is that, is that in America?"

Daichi and Sugawara sighed in unison, bearing strained smiles as they gritted their teeth in effort not to groan.

"No," Sugawara began wearily, "Finland is country far north, it's next to Russia and Sweden."

"Oh," Hinata nodded understandingly, "what language do they speak there?"

"Finnish."

"Mhmm, mhmm," Hinata mused as he continued nodding before straightening back up with a jolt, "The North is famous for Vikings, right?! Those big guys carrying axes and swords and ride bicycles?!"

"How does he know what a Viking is, but he didn't know what language a Finnish person spoke," Tsukishima noted with a heavy frown.

"Hinata, you idiot, they don't ride bikes," Kageyama interjected with his hands thrown up in the air.

"But I thought that's why they were called, 'Vikings!' Because they have cool bikes!"

"Those are two completely different words, you dumbass! They're irrelevant to one another! They rode birds!"

"Wha?!"

"How did the both of them pass their entrance exams," Tsukishima mumbled, rubbing his fingers across his temples upon the building volume between idiot 'A' and idiot 'B,' also known as Hinata and Kageyama.

Hinata, with the jacket still firmly in his grip, held it up and ask, "So where is she, are we going to meet her?"

"Maa-a-a-a," Tanaka waved, "Apple-san is recovering from the flu, so she is going to come back any time she wants. It's funny, she's supposed to be our medic, yet she's the one who gets sick the most," he chirped.

"That's not something to sound so prideful about," Sugawara commented.

Hinata tilted his head, "Medic?"

"She's still a student and she's been authorized to be an Athletic Trainer," Kageyama stated evenly, though slightly taken back with disbelief.

"Suga wasn't lying when he said she was, 'knowledgeable,'" Daichi mused.

"Whoooa," Hinata cooed, "Apple-senpai sounds so cool! I want to meet her, I want to meet her! Kageyama, don't you want to meet her?!"

"Don't get so excited, dumbass, she's just probably going to be on the sidelines to check for concussions, which only applies to an idiot like you."

While the two continued to bicker, much to the misfortune of Daichi as he tried to break them apart and quiet both of them down before they caused any more trouble, a small creaking sound resonated throughout the gym, and from the far side, an alienesque creature of towering stature had entered out of the beaconed afternoon light smelling of very strong menthol rub and cough medicine. Apollonia's strides were long and nimble as she made her way down the court towards the furthest wall, setting her bag down, removing her school's button-up before replacing it with her accustomed Stanford sweatshirt. She undid her skirt and neatly folded it over her bag, shifting the bottom of her athletic shorts that rested underneath to a more comfortable length with an audible 'snap.' She swiftly slipped her compression socks on, tugging the hem high over her thigh, then slid the pads firmly over her kneecap, flexing her shin as straightened back up to her full, one hundred and eighty-six centimeter stature.

Not realizing that while she was completing her ministrations, improperly of course, considering she didn't adhere to changing in her homeroom as she was obligated to do, the entirety of the volleyball team had gone eerily quiet. Perturbed that such an intimidating looking creature could just waltz right in without announcing herself, change in broad daylight, and continue on as if merely a cloud had passed by.

She looked up to find them staring at her, profusely confused, until Tanaka shot forwards with his arms thrown over his head.

"APPLE-SAAAN!"

"That's her," Tsukishima asked, eyebrow raised as Apollonia side-stepped to avoid the flying wing spiker.

"As quiet as ever, Apollonia-san," Daichi chirped, pulling back Tanaka and subduing him in a firm chokehold.

"It's good that you're here, you didn't get to miss the surprise," Sugawara hummed. Apollonia tilted her neck, slightly bemused by what, 'surprise' the setter and team could possibly offer her. She walked towards the setter, who held his arm out, gesturing towards the four newly inducted members.

"Everyone, this is Manner Apollonia. Apollonia-chan, These are the latest first years," Sugawara clarified, not without adding, 'Just bow to them and use the suffix –kun,' under his breath.

She was introduced to the ever blasé Tsukishima, who regarded her lightly, despite being obviously perturbed that she proved true to her jacket size, nearly meeting him in stature. Yamaguchi chuckled faintly, bowing meekly to her, and nearly imploded as she addressed him with an airy, 'Yamaguchi-kun.' Sugawara led her over to Kageyama and Hinata—who still looked to be conserved in amber with a look of complete shock painted over his face.

"This is Kageyama Tobio."

She bore down on Kageyama with an unswerving stare—and though her demeanor was not intentionally intimidating, Kageyama could not help but feel uneasy being in her sights. Despite being known as the, 'King of the Court,' for the first time in a while, he felt incredibly small. He could see her mouth moving, though the words felt delayed as they hit him square in the stomach.

"Hello, Kageyama-kun."

He found his face unnaturally hot for the air-conditioned gym, unable to accept that his skin was generating enough heat to boil a pot of water. Kageyama pretended to ignore Tsukishima's snide comment of, 'The great and mighty King is flustered by Swan-san,' and turned his head to Hinata, who looked as if he wanted to jump straight into Apollonia's arms, but lacked the bold audacity to do so. Regaining his poise, he turned to her and bowed.

"Hello, Manner-"

"SHIRO-SAAAN!"

Kageyama was flung backwards as Hinata threw himself to the floor face first with his arms splayed out in front of him, his knees curled under him in what was assumedly a full-body bow.

"Please forgive me, Shiro-san," Hinata cried against the court floor, bringing himself back up and meeting face to face yet again, the daunting creature he had encountered merely a year prior—still boasting those terrifying crystal visors, that immaculately bright hair, and bony, unflinching face. This was the very terrifying, immaculate, bony person that he had callously assumed to be male, though now, here she was appearing before him like some haunting spirit, reborn as a woman.

Apollonia faired no better in composure as she too came face to face with a very unnerving presence from her distant past.

"Hinata Shouyou," he shouted without even needing Sugawara's introduction.

Trying to repent for his horrible impression he had shown to her merely a year prior, he bowed as low as he could to her, almost touching his curling locks to his knees as he squeezed his fists at his side in self-restraint. Like a pop-up toy, he snapped back up with a nervous smile and held out his thin, little arm to the Finn as a gesture towards her Northern heritage, though it was profusely shaking and sweating.

"I-it's nice t-to meet you again, Sh-shiro-san—I mean, Senpai—I mean, Apple-sensei—I mean—

"Apollonia, you dumbass," Kageyama murmured, causing Hinata to jolt.

"Ah-ah-pp-ppl-pleo-"

"Apple-san, are you alright?"

"Apollonia-san?"

Both Daichi and Tanaka watched as The Finn's face puckered into a serrated frown, her brow trembling, the color of her eyes growing manic, as if her heart were beating straight through her chest out in front of her, bleeding and pumping in her open palm.

Hinata—terrified that he had either insulted the towering Finn, or somehow frightened her—ran up to her lurching frame. He took note of her searing skin and sickly posture and assumed that her flu was coming back full force. He quickly grabbed a towel and water bottle and held it up to her, more than eager to please his senpai.

"Apple-senpai, you're overheating!"

"Oi, Hinata, you're making it worse," Daichi called, tugging the boy back.

"Oh no, not again."

Accustomed to their current predicament, Sugawara rushed around and held Apollonia up under her arms, swiftly jerking to the right so that her scalding and flustered feathered head could fit comfortably on his left shoulder as she collapsed in his grip. She uttered a strange gurgling sound, as if her throat were being strangled by bile and venom. Immediately, Sugawara froze.

"No no no, please don't throw up!"

"Apple-senpai is sick, someone call a medic," Hinata cried, running around in circles. Tsukishima rolled his eyes in a wide circle.

"I thought she was supposed to be our medic."

Daichi rubbed his forehead is effort to rekindle his waning patience as Hinata tried to grasp for Apollonia's sleeve—which almost forced both she and Sugawara to the ground—while Tsukishima stood off to the side, a thick scowl worn on his face as he struggled to believe that this klutzy tow-head was supposed to be Karasuno's so-called 'swan,' while Tanaka apparently whispered something into Kageyama's ear, causing the young setter to jerk back, and yell out, "Apple-nee-san," in confusion.

"Kageyama, don't call her that! Hinata, don't come near her!"

"She's as absurd as the rest of them," Tsukishima scoffed, unable to tear away himself away from watching what could only be described as a train wreck of idiots.

"You don't think she's kind of cool," Yamaguchi mused.

He shrunk back as Tsukishima offered a look that need no words other than, 'Shut up, Yamaguchi.'


Author's Note:

Oh and the whole Hinata getting tripped up with Vikings and bikes, it's because the two sound the same.: 'Baikingu' (Biking) versus 'Viking,' which can sound like, 'Vikingu.'

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