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Every day is the same. I wake up in the morning, squirm into some shorts, pull on a t-shirt and ride my squeaky, old bike to school. The first half of my day isn't the nicest. I have math first thing in the morning, and I usually get yelled at for falling asleep. It's at 7:30 in the morning, who could blame me? At first, people would laugh. Now it's just a part of life. They don't even glance at me when the teacher raises his voice from across the room to get me to lift my head from the desk. There's a heavy force pulling my head down onto my desk every morning, I swear.
Second period is nothing better. Why do we even have to learn about history? We could just watch the History Channel if we want to learn about it. I'm a bit more awake by that class, because the thought of what comes next is too good to sleep through. Next period is probably my favorite class of the day. I constantly check the clock to see if any time has passed, but it seems that time has altogether stopped.
"Shouyou! Pay attention!" I hear my name being called sharply at the front of the classroom. I instinctively move my head towards the sound and see a map projected onto the white board. It had the shape of Africa. We must be learning about ancient tribes or something. Everyone else had a seafoam-green-colored packet of papers stapled together, with a bit of writing on the top few questions. I stared blankly down at my fresh copy, left untouched while I dozed off. I scribbled my name on top of it and stared at the dim projection on the white board.
Our school wasn't the greatest. The bulky computers in the computer lab were probably from when computers were first invented, and the atmosphere in there smelled like sweat and Febreze, trying to cover up the rancid odor. It didn't do much. The whiteboards were chipped and cracked towards the edges, reminding me of a clumsy person's phone screen. Perhaps the worse thing about it was the cafeteria. They gave you cold pizza if you wanted a lunch from school, and if anyone complained, they got a detention. The cafeteria doubled as a gym, so all the clocks were broken. At least they gave us tables to sit at.
I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of crinkling papers and zippers, and the teacher saying, "Don't pack up yet! We still have a few more minutes!" I shoved the thin bundle of papers into my backpack without breaking eye contact with him, pretending like I was listening attentively. I would, of course, get the packet done later in the day, as I always did. Finally, when the piercing alarm of the release bell was heard overhead, everyone bolted out of their seats and rushed to the door, murmuring with their friends. I didn't have many friends in my history class, except for Yamaguchi, but he was busy talking with Tsukki. Besides, I didn't have time to talk to friends during history. My next class was frustrating enough. I had P.E. next.
As I walked along the loud hallway, I tried to look for someone. I always took the long way to see if they were here everyday. As I turned the corner, I saw who I was looking for. Kageyama Tobio. As always, he was walking with Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Kuroo wasn't anywhere to be seen. Maybe he got another suspension. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell it was Kageyama from the carefree way he walked and his silk-like black hair. Even though this way took longer to get to the locker room, there was a tiny switch in my brain telling me it was worth it being able to see him. Even though I could barely breathe around him.
When I got into the locker room, I was hit with a smell of sweat and cheap cologne. I hurried to the row my locker was in, which was thankfully not in the same row as Kageyama's. I probably would have died. He was assigned the row next to me, though, so I could secretly peek through the corner of my eye.. No, that sounds like I'm a perv. I'm not, really. I twisted the combo lock on my locker and forced it open, taking out my gym clothes. I discretely took off my normal shirt and replaced it with the school-provided one, and same with my shorts.
After the gym teacher had taken role, (No, Kuroo was not here after all and Oikawa shouted out that his "poor Kuroo had a cold") we started to set up nets. We had a volleyball unit right now, which I was super excited about until I learned that the gym teacher only liked it his way (which was wrong) and wouldn't let me play how I usually do it. It's also hard when nobody else knows how to serve. But, I didn't complain and helped get the volleyballs out from the storage closet. What really surprised me is that Kageyama knew how to play pretty good. Usually the um, *ahem* popular kids only were good at basketball, football, and other famous sports. Kenma wasn't here either, so I didn't have a partner. I just stood around at the corner of the cafeteri- gym, watching other people chatter and get into groups of two to practice serving and getting the ball over the net.
"Does everyone have a partner?" called the teacher.
"I don't." I looked towards the voice, which I instantly recognized. Kageyama. He raised his hand and walked over to where the P.E. teacher was standing. The teacher looked around swiftly and spotted me, and I felt my heart practically fall to the floor.
"Kageyama, Hinata." He said blandly. He walked away, leaving us to ourselves as he yelled at other pairs of people for not doing it right.
I felt like my life was over. As Kageyama casually walked towards me, I felt embarrassed because my heart was probably beating loud enough for him to hear it. He passed me a volleyball and I barely caught it. I knew I had to prove myself to him, though, because working with someone without skills is frustrating. I don't know what I would do if he started to hate me.
I tossed the ball low into the air and hit it swiftly, causing it to go over the net so that Kageyama and I could play together. Right as I passed it to him, the teacher came over to me screeching my name and showing me that I should push it upwards, underhand. I stared straight at him, pretending like I was listening, but I would keep serving it the way I knew even if he gave me two weeks detention.
"Hinat-..!" Kageyama warned from across the net, but it was too late. As the teacher was talking to me Kageyama hit the ball and didn't realize until it went over the net that I was being disciplined. I felt a sharp pain hit the side of my head and I was pushed backwards, stumbling and falling on the ground. I felt a few voices call my name and I put my hand up to the wound instinctively. I saw a pair of familiar black shoes come towards me and looked upwards to the face that matched the shoes. He looked at me with only a little concern, knowing that if he didn't care at all then BAM detention for not respecting people.
"You okay?" He said in his slightly deep voice. I noticed his face, and this was probably the only time I've looked directly into his eyes. They were a light, icy blue color that made me dazed every time I saw them. I paused for a few seconds before doing something I never would have expected. I could have just said 'yeah' or 'I'm okay' but instead, I did something so terrible that I regretted it immediately
"The person you're tossing to has to know that you're passing them the ball, idiot!" I angrily blurted out. I realized what I had said a second later and I felt my face heat up instantly, and I didn't know my face could get any warmer in this blazing hot gym.
When I saw Kageyama's face I knew I screwed up. He looked really ticked off and responded with, "You didn't think I knew that?! You should have been watching the ball!"
"Awhh, Chibi-chan is feisty today!~" I heard Oikawa call from the background, and Kageyama walked over towards Oikawa and Iwaizumi, partnered up.
Luckily the teacher was kind enough to let me to go the office, and I said that I wanted to go home. I told them my house was close enough to walk home, and that my head didn't hurt that bad, I just wanted to make sure. I biked home and opened the door to the empty house. Both my parents were at work so I came home to still air and a recently vacuumed living room. I trudged my feet to my room and flung my empty backpack onto the floor. Falling onto my bed sheet, I tried to get the horrible thoughts out of my head, but I knew they couldn't be ignored. I clung to my my pillow and let tears consume me. Later, I wrote down all my thought into my "diary". It's more to just let pieces of paper handle my feelings so I don't have to.