HINATA
I pull up to the training building we are going to be using and living in. I sigh feeling like this is college all over again. I am keeping my apartment, so I only brought the things I need to survive training. I got so use to living by myself and now I have a roommate. Not just a roommate but an annoying one at that. Why did they have to stick me with the young difficult one. I spot Asahi as he is pushing a trolly.
"Hey," I greet waving my hand. Asahi is wearing a tee shirt and shorts sporting his man bun. I love when he wears his hair down which is only outside of training.
"Hinata, how is going?" he asks. "Did you need the trolly?"
"I'm still not liking this, but I am doing good," I reply. "What's the trolly for?"
"Getting our items moved in," he explains. "This feels so odd, but I think it would be good for the team. We will be super close. You know how important that is."
"I do," I drone. "Impossible when you got a guy who doesn't want to be nice." Asahi walks over to my car grabbing a box.
"Yeah, your roommate is not the friendly," he admits. That is an understate. This past week at training he was still getting in the way. I mean he is good but that attitude. I am not in the mood to be dealing with that. I want that gold metal and he needs to shape up. Asahi sits the box down on the trolly. I sit my down as we both each grab 2 more boxes. "Is that it?"
"Yes," I reply. "I have an apartment, so I am only bringing what I need."
"Lucky," he chuckles hitting my shoulder with his fist. "I am debating on decorating my side of the room. I at least want it to look like me."
"I am only here for training," I reply. "I will skip out on that. I did however bring a picture of my family."
"Right on," says Asahi. "I know you got some unpacking to do so I will let you get to it."
"Thanks for the help," I reply pushing the trolly. It would be cool if I could have him help me unload these boxes. I should be able to handle that though. If this was any other day I would be sleeping in, enjoying some TV. I get on the elevator that takes me up to the second floor. I head down the hall to my room number which I memorized. I pull out my badge digging the door open. I push the door wide open. "Whoa…"
The room is a decent size. Much bigger than my school dorm. The room is an 16 by 18. Each side of the room mirrors the other. Twin side bed with a nightstand on each side of the bed. To towards the front of the room is a decent size dresser with 4 draws. The bathroom seems to be on my side of the room. The left side is where Kageyama has his stuff. It's pretty bare. I only know which side he has taken because of the tablet resting on the nightstand closest to the window. Wow, he has the big one at that. Not the average size one I see people with all the time. I unpack my stuff making sure to sit out the picture frame of me and my family. Seeing them inspires me so much. I hope to have kids of my own one day. I am halfway through putting up my clothes when Kageyama comes walking into the room.
"Oh, you're here," he states.
"Yup," I reply keeping it short. My eyes shift at him noticing he is wearing shorts and a tee shirt with some Nikes. It's hard to believe he is only 19 years old. He looks so much older than that. Probably because he had that stick up his ass his whole life. I get everything put up when I get a text from Noya telling me to come to his room. Noya is two rooms down from me. I head down knocking on the door. He comes outside immediately. "What's up? I have to get this back downstairs."
"I'll walk with you," says Noya. He is wearing his skinny jeans and a tee shirt with a band on it. "So you remember how Oikawa is my roommate right?"
"Yeah," I reply as we walk to the elevator.
"Dude isn't so bad," he replies. I chuckle.
"Oh, really now," I question.
"No like seriously," he replies looking around. "He brought in alcohol." My eyes widen.
"Are you kidding me?" I whisper. "He's not even of age? What if coach finds out?"
"As if I would let that happen," replies Noya as the elevator doors open. "And he is of age. How old did you think he was?" Not only enough. I push the cart onto the elevator before stepping on with Noya close behind. "He got the good shit too. Patron, Hennessey, grey goose vodka which I know is your favorite." I raise an eyebrow.
"Does he have your dark rum?" I ask. Noya is grinning and nodding.
"Right!" he exclaims. "He's cool as fuck. I figured we would have a little party in our room. I know you could use a drink." He is so right about that.
"I don't know….." I mutter. "I don't want to get caught."
"We won't!" exclaims Noya. "You know I would never risk getting caught." I think about it for a moment.
"Okay fine," I reply. "What time do you need me to be there?"
"Nine," he replies. "I'm not looking forward to this curfew bullshit. I'm a grown ass man and they are treating us like unruly teens."
"Mid as well be," I chuckle as the elevator stops on the ground floor. "Will Asahi be there?"
"Yeah," he replies. "I texted him. I texted Daichi and Sugawara. They are doing what I expected them to do. Staying in their room." He rolls his eyes. "I swear they need to loosen up."
"It's their last year playing," I reply pushing the cart. "This is their last time to win a gold medal. I can't be mad at them for being focused."
"True," says Noya. I leave the cart inside the doors next to the others. "Want to check out the eating quarters. I haven't gone yet."
"Sure," I reply. "I could really use a tour in general." Noya nods.
"I find it more fun if we go and explore on our own," he replies. I chuckle because I can see Noya being one of those kids in school who was constantly in trouble. The cafeteria is nice. It looks more like a restaurant. I was expecting more of high school lunchroom vibes. The chairs are clothed while the tables are squared but marble looking. Mahogany colors with whites and beiges. I hope the room can be brighter in the morning because otherwise I will struggle to wake up.
Next, we went to see where we would be training. The netting and balls are already out ready for use. The balls look brand new which means they are going hard as hell. The floors are shiny and free of sneaker marks. We also have a locker room to keep our items along with a hot tube to soak our sore muscles. Trust me, even I can get sore after all the training I have done. I must admit this training building is pretty cool. It's not small or big, but large enough. I follow Noya back to his room.
"Are you done packing?" I ask.
"Almost," he replies using his key pod to let him inside. He opens the door and I see Kageyama standing over Oikawa. They both look over at the door.
"You're back," says Oikawa before grinning. I am too busy looking at Kageyama as he glares at me. Noya closes the door.
"I am," he replies. "We just took a little tour."
"I did that this morning," says Oikawa waving his hand. "I'm trying to convince this one to join the fun." Kageyama folds his arms.
"We're underage," Kageyama states.
"Agreed," I reply earning a look from him.
"We made the team," explains Oikawa standing up. "This is a celebration. Look at where we are living." Noya walks over to Oikawa who is walking to the draw on his side of the room.
"Mid as well enjoy it as this training is about to kick your ass," warns Noya. He's right. The drills where nothing. Soon we are grilled on basics before working on combos. In between all of that we are studying the countries we will face. It can be exhausting. Noya opens the rum as Oikawa hands him a cup.
"I can't believe you are doing this, "states Kageyama.
"You are too," says Oikawa. "You owe me." Kageyama clicks his tongue as we hear a knock on the door. I go over creeping the door open enough to see who it is. I breathe a sigh of relief seeing it is Asahi. I let him inside before closing the door.
"Hey, is it just us?" he asks.
"Yeah," says Noya. "Maybe in the future I will invite some others. I know we were suppose to start a lot later but fuck it." He takes a sip from his cup as Asahi chuckles. "Oikawa has what you like, patron." Asahi rubs his hands together.
"Excellent," he replies. I immediately think of Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. "I'll take that straight." Kageyama looks shocked as I follow Asahi over.
"I guess I will take my vodka," I reply. Oikawa is grinning like he won a million dollars. As he fixes our cups he fixes one for Kageyama. Kageyama glares at him taking the cup before looking inside.
"Don't worry," Oikawa states. "I gave you something I think you would like." He sits down on his bed as I sit on Noya's bed. Kageyama takes the biggest gulp I have ever seen. He covers his mouth as his face turns red. I watch as he swallows hard.
"What the fuck!" he snaps.
"You are suppose to sip slow," says Noya before chuckling. "Jesus, you don't drink liquor like it's water. If you do, you got a problem." Kageyama face is still very red.
"Sit down and relax," says Oikawa sitting down on the bed crossing his legs. He looks at us smiling. "So, experienced members of the team. Any advice for us newbies." I wasn't expecting him to ask that, but I don't mind.
"You guys are off to a great start," says Asahi.
"I'll say," says Noya holding up his cup before sitting on his bed beside me. "Just know this isn't as easy as you think. It's hard work but the reward is totally worth it."
"What about my playing style?" asks Kageyama. I drink from my cup because he is damn near perfect. It's so annoying.
"It's good from what we see," says Asahi. "Coaches can have you do certain things based on your skills."
"You might want to check your approach though," says Noya. Oikawa stifles a laugh.
"What is that suppose to mean?" he asks. "I don't have an attitude." I roll my eyes. "You got something to say?" I glance at him to see he is giving me the meanest look.
"Yeah, I do," I reply. "You're rude as fuck. You are a good player but has your nose turned up at everyone on the team. We are all on the same level trying to achieve the same goal. Let's not add you have been trying to outdo me since you got here."
"That's not true!" he exclaims.
"It is," I retort. "Why lie about it."
"Okay let's change the subject to something lighter," suggests Asahi. "Like maybe what we are planning to do when we win the gold."
"I'm buying a house!" exclaims Noya. "I want a house so badly!" Oikawa nods.
"I'm actually not sure what I will do," he replies. "It has always been my dream to do what we are doing now. I am still adjusting to the fact we are really here."
"It feels great doesn't it," I reply. Oikawa nods.
"I know you feel accomplished," Oikawa replies. "I mean you were the youngest and shortest person to get on this team."
"I do," I admit. "It was very hard."
"Sure, it was," huffs Kageyama.
"You're doing it again," I state.
"Doing what?" he asks.
"Being an asshole," I reply. Kageyama stands up.
"I don't need this shit," he snaps.
"Sit back down," says Oikawa. "You do need to relax. These are our teammates. We are in this together. You have to trust us."
"I don't trust any of you!" he replies. He chugs what is left in the cup. "I'm out." I watch as he leaves the room slamming the door. Noya scoffs.