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Hinata Shoyo, Professional Athlete, 25 years old, currently plays for the Japan Team in the Volleyball World Legue, is currently caught in a dilemma.
Arena Armeec, the stadium where the competion is being held, is huge.
And he is lost.
How did he end up in this situation you ask?
Well, its pretty simple.
He needed a bathroom.
30 mins ago, he was with his teammates and making final adjustment to their strategy against their opponent, France.
And as usual, the foreigners are huge and Shoyo almost feels like a dwarf when he passed by them earlier, not like its a new feeling. He's used to being the smallest in the court but the height of foreigners are completely in a different league.
Kageyama, Ushiwaka, and Sakusa, their height looks normal in front of the foreigners.
Thus, in this arena, he went from small to tiny. Ugh. Damn tall foreigners, atleast bless him some of their heights!
Right, back to the topic.
Their manager, Ushio-san, introduced the power hitter on the other team and those that they should watch out for, not like they needed it, since they have already watched all the match of the other teams but Shoyo guess it also calms down the other man, since he have been a nervous wreck ever since their opponent was announced.
Shoyo guess immediately facing the reigning champion would do that but he feels nothing other than excitement for facing the best for their first match. He knows the other's feels the same.
It was during this discussion that he felt it.
A small rumble, followed by a twist as if his intestine is knotting themselves together and Shoyo knew that he really needs a bathroom. Like, right now.
He bent over, clutching his stomach as it urge him to find the nearest bathroom or all hell will break lose and Shoyo almost laughed at the very familiar feeling, he remembered the times in highschool where he needed to visit the bathroom before a match due to nervousness but Shoyo is really anything but nervous right now.
It must have been the food, or maybe the milk? that got to him.
Kageyama is the first to notice his situation.
"Oy, what's wrong with you?" Kageyama's blank face turned into a frown then changed to a smirk as he studied him.
With a teasing tone, he continued, "Are you nervous right now? Scared of the opponent? Hahaha."
The setter's laughter caught the attention of the others and Shoyo would really love to punch him in the face if he can. For now, he'll record this incident and get back the Kageyama in another time.
He have a more pressing issue to handle.
"I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
Sending a last glare at the still laughing setter, he turned away, shaking his head at their manager and refusing his offer to accompany him to the bathroom.
Thinking about it, Shoyo regretted his decision.
This arena is really big and it was not a surprise he got lost immedietely.
Looking at the hallways that looks the same and seems to go on forever, Shoyo really felt that he is going to cry.
His stomach ache is not easing, it got worst, and he really really really needs a bathroom.
The directions are useless, it got him even more lost and now he can't find anyone to ask for help.
This is the worst.
It took him a few more minutes of running around, and enduring before he finally managed to see the bathroom sign and Shoyo swore he heard angels sing in the background as he made his way over and entered.
Annnd that's where things become complicated and confusing.
Arena Armeec is a stadium fit enough to hold grand competions with perfect facilities to cater to every person's needs.
Ofcourse, their bathroom is also emmaculate, just like every other big stadium Shoyo had been to.
But the view that greeted him when he opened the door... was beyond his imagination.
He saw.. and ordinary bathroom.
By ordinary, he mean a bathroom you can find in an ordinary household.
It's around 3 or 4 square meters, with the toilet facing the door and the sink beside it. There's also a bathtub on the side.
Shoyo is getting more and more confuse.
Why do this stadium have a bathtub? Isn't a shower more reasonable? And how come the men's bathroom omly have one toilet?
Did he somehow enter a VVIP area? It doesn't look like one though.
Ah... his stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Apparently, getting shock by this strange bathroom is enough to cure him.
On the other hand, isn't it strangely... quite? He can no longer hear the crowds cheer...
Maybe he really entered a special area for VIPs.
"Nee-chan! How long are you going to stand in front of the bathroom?"
Shoyo yelped in surprise, jumping away from the source of the voice and looked back.
"What are you looking at? You look stupid."
Well, Shoyo has no defence. He must really look stupid right now, with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets and mouth wide in surprise.
Because someone impossible stood in front of him.
It's Natsu, with her hands on her waist, all in her 9 years old glory.
"Nee-chan?"
The call snapped hin out of his thoughts.
Ignoring the strange name (Nee-chan? Really?) Shoyo noticed that he seems to be... home?
The familiar hallway, decorations, and his mother, peeking from the kitchen to see what's happening.
He... he's really home. In Yukigaoka.
"What the hell?"
... what? That was not his vo-
"Mom! Nee-chan just cursed!"
Natsu hollered at the top of her lungs, pointing an accusing finger at him but Shoyo is too confuse to pay attention to her.
Because now he just noticed the air that has been blowing his legs, more that what his jersey should allow. He's not even wearing his jersey anymore!
He raised his hand to look at them, disturb at the very dainty-looking, fair hand that certainly does not belong to him. There's also a very strange lump in his chest that Shoyo very much did his best not to look at and.. is that hair? His hair is long?
He turned around towards the bathroom and arrived in front of the large mirror in a split second.
A very cute, very much girl stared back.
Shoyo took a deep breath and...
"AHHHHHH!!!!!"