Hello~
I'm kinda nervous but happy to finally be able to post this Haikyuu! fanfiction! It's mainly a Suna x OC but there's also side pairings c: I hope you'll like it !
Please note that it's a translation of the french version I've been working on for months, so my english may not be perfect. So don't hesistate to correct any mistake you could see, I would be glad to improve my english!
Please enjoy!
The timid rays of the sun were fading away as Fumiya Akemi looked out of her classroom window at the immensity of the firmament. The persistent cloudiness appeared to wear even brighter red hues as the minutes went by, much more fascinating than her math class – it had to be said. And two algebra exercises later, they were already dying, suffocated by the rapidly falling half-light, reflection of an autumn already well underway.
This was one of the reasons that reinforced Akemi's belief that mathematics should never be in the last hour of the day at this time of year: night was falling faster than the bell seemed to be ready to ring.
A discreet glance at her classmates made her realize that, like her, many seemed more interested in the view through the windows than in the second-degree equations. And she couldn't say that this was surprising.
Every minute that passed and filled the outside of the room with deeper darkness reminded the girl that she didn't have the courage to walk home today. After she realized that her transport card had mysteriously vanished, even after having had to empty her entire bag in the classroom after her sports class, she had come to the simple conclusion that she had forgotten it in the gym locker room.
This in itself would not stop her from returning home and coming back next day to pick it up. After all, the subway station located only a few steps from Inarizaki – and, a few stations away, from her home – was only a comfort not to be underestimated. If she had lived further away, she might have rushed to the gym to pick it up and go home, but a certain laziness had kept her from doing so all afternoon.
But now that it had gotten all dark, she had to admit that this plan suddenly seemed much less attractive to her.
Like a gift fallen from the sky when she least expected it, lost in her inner dilemma, the bell rang from the corridor to signal the end of a day long enough to die. Her azure eyes hung her reflection against the window when she hurriedly stood up after roughly stuffing her notebooks into her bag, and it was this detail that sealed her decision: walking home was out of the question.
However, it was when Akemi saw the brush in the painting by a cursed chance that she remembered being on cleaning duty tonight. Devoid of any motivation, she slumped down on her desk, which did not fail to wring a smile from Mirui Kasumi's lips, her classmate that was sitting in front of her – and who was in cleaning duty with her.
"Don't worry Fumiya-san, we'll get rid of it real quick," she claimed with a smile.
Akemi never thought she was especially lucky or unlucky. It was not a transport card lost through a dark – yet not especially cold – night that could decide such a fact. She was certain that there must have been people with much worse karma than hers, in more or less nearby or remote areas. For her part, it was rather that there were good days and bad days.
And it seemed like today was a bad day.
The still-lit classrooms had guided her outside walk to the gym, as had all the streetlights on the walkway. The air, still surprisingly soft at this time of an autumn in Kobe, glided over her skin, while the veiled sky obscured the twinkling of the stars and moon. A potentially mundane evening for an early November. Potentially.
The lights in the gymnasiums cut across the horizon, a sign that there were still people around, and it didn't take her long to realize that the gyms were indeed used for sports clubs at the beginning and end of the day.
Not insignificant details. No doubt she should have thought about it more carefully before going inside. Perhaps she should have paid attention to the echoes of soles slipped and struck with unparalleled speed on the wooden floor. Perhaps she should have taken a step back from the repetitive sound of bouncing against the walls that echoed her eardrums, or from the volley ball lost in the night, a few meters from the front door.
Akemi only had time to become aware of the rustling of whipped air that was approaching, of the ball that split the gym with force and speed, penetrating her field of vision; that it was already too close to be avoided. The familiar colors of the blue and yellow ball spread out over her retina, and yet her reflexes flew in surprise as she remained motionless, paralyzed.
The impact was even more violent than she could have imagined it, during this short second of reflection she had been given. Akemi couldn't tell whether it was the momentum of the shock or the blow to the head itself that made her lose her balance, yet her body swung to the side despite herself.
"That was savage!" a voice rose through the gym, but she couldn't identify where it came from.
The lights were dancing all around her; shaking under her bluish eyes, in total confusion. Her head felt heavy, so heavy that she had to put a hand on it in a futile and unconscious attempt to hold it. Lancinating. Tearing. A car could have run her over that she wouldn't have felt a difference.
Silhouettes appeared in the middle of this vaporous landscape that she could no longer distinguish anyway. Voices shattered around her, as did her dignity, and seemed to bang vehemently against the walls of her painful skull. Akemi couldn't even think, couldn't even understand what had just happened. Still groggy, and without formulating the slightest response to the words that were probably addressed to her, she tried to get up. Unsuccessfully, this only worsened the torment of her head.
A hand slipped against her hip to hold her before her legs gave way, and this simple support was enough to bring back her senses little by little.
"Are you alright?" asked a visibly concerned voice.
Some gray hair appeared on her retina, followed by some brown hair, and others too colorful for her not to close her eyes.
Of course not; she wasn't alright.
Yet, unwilling to make the slightest effort to speak, Akemi nodded her head up and down. Head that was still throbbing.
"Suna, give her some water."
Her vision continued to become sharper and sharper, less and less dancing, and soon she became able to distinguish with greater precision the faces next to her. And of all the clubs that occupied the gyms after class, she had to come across the volleyball club. The most influential club in the school.
They were all more or less popular – especially after being in the finals of the nationals the year before – or at least enough for her to know their names, after those few months of her first high school year. With a distracted and confused look on her face, she watched Suna Rintarou retrieve one of their water bottles following the captain's request, before handing it to her.
"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend, Suna, if you knock girls out like that!"
"Shut up Tsumu, you don't have a girlfriend either."
Words kept mingling around her, yet all that mattered at that precise moment was the icy liquid that slid down her esophagus, allowing her to slowly come to her senses. No doubt that in a few minutes a shame so huge that she would wish she was dead because of that shot would overwhelm her, but for the moment she left that thought aside.
However, one thing remained certain. The next time she would leave her transport card at the lost and found and walk home.
I hope you've liked this first chapter! I'll try to publish the next ones as soon as possible! Don't hesitate to let me your opinion, it's reeeally important for me :3
