《Kita Shinsuke》Chapter 14
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I walked out of the kitchen bringing the plates with me. It was the a same everyday for the whole week. I would wake up early to make breakfast for everyone, after that I would train the boys and we would play a few matches.
It was a late evening and I was walking through the grounds. I heard a few volleyballs being slammed against the floor. I walked towards one of the huge gyms.
I peered my head into the first gym and saw a few of the boys playing volleyball. Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki and... Akaashi, I think anyway. I had talked to them a few times but not much.
"Are you Y/N?" The one called Bokuto ran towards me. "I-er-n-yes." I shuffled backwards a bit. "I did-didn't mean t-to disturb you.." I stuttered. Then the one called Kuroo walked towards me.
"What're you doing out here?" Kuroo asked. "Well.. I just wanted to... Er-find a place to... Play a bit of volleyball but you guys are here so..." My voice softened. "You play volleyball?" Bokuto asked.
"Well a bit but..." I whispered putting my head down. "You should play with us!" Kuroo suggested. My head flicked upwards. "You want to play with... Me?" I double checked.
"Yeah!" Bokuto said. "Really?" I whispered. "Sure. Now come on." Kuroo called to me. I slowly walked over to the boys that were playing.
I took off my huge jumper and put on my knee pads. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, my arms were also bandaged up. Maybe they just won't notice, I hope anyway. I walked up to the net and waited for them to tell me to do something.
"What position do you play?" The blonde one called Tsukki asked. "Well... I can play whatever position is free." I shrugged my shoulders. "How about setting?" Kuroo said.
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"If you want." I said walking towards the middle of the court. I was on a team with Kuroo and we were against Akaashi and Bokuto. The one called Tsukki was just going to watch.
Bokuto started with a serve and then Kuroo made a receive. I ran towards the ball and aimed exactly for his hand. This angle and this time. It went straight into his hand and smashed on to the floor.
He dropped to the floor and stopped moving and the other team didn't move either. "Was there anything wrong with that?" I asked as his head turned to face me. "I-I'm sorry." I whispered.
"That was so cool!" Bokuto yelled running up to the net. He grabbed on to the net and started to yell a bit. I blinked a few times and took a step back.
"Ok. That was not what I had expected." Kuroo said. We played for a bit each of my sets going straight to his hand and my receives were perfect. Practice makes perfect, I guess. My arms were starting to hurt a bit so I hoped that we would finish soon.
"Tsukki! Join us!" Bokuto called to the blonde haired boy. He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the gym. "Should I go stop him?" I asked.
"Nah, it's late anyway." Kuroo said putting the volleyball down. "We should head back." He finished. "Well goodnight boys. Thanks for playing." I said grabbing my jumper and sprinting out of the gym.
I ran back to the girls dorm and went to go have a shower. I took of my bandages to make sure that none of the bandages got wet. The scars had started to bleed during the games so I had to disinfect those after my shower.
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I rinsed myself under the water and put on a towel. I'm so glad that the towels aren't white. Just as I had put on the towel, I met Yachi.
I hadn't disinfected my arms so they were just hanging around, my scars wide open. "Y/N!" She ran up to me and started to worry about my arms. "I-it..." I tried to say. "No, we have to get you cleaned up. They haven't been cleaned properly." Yachi said.
Haven't been cleaned properly? Is that why they haven't been healing at all? I thought to myself. "I'll go ask Kiyoko to go find the first aid kit." She said. "Sit down." She said pulling a chair towards me.
Yachi and Kiyoko came back a bit later. I had put on a t-shirt and shorts while they had been gone. Yachi probably didn't realise that it was on purpose and thought it was an accident. Kiyoko realised what it was after seeing it.
Kiyoko understood that it wasn't something I wanted to talk about so she kept quiet about it while cleaning my hands. They cleaned up my wrists after about an hour and bandaged them up for me.
After that we went to bed. That night I couldn't sleep, I lay facing the wall for at least two hours until I was sure they had fallen asleep. I got up and walked up to the window to let in a bit of air.
"Y/N..." A female voice said. I turned to see Kiyoko with a bit of a worried expression. "I've stopped." I quickly said to her. "Good... But why start?" She asked.
"I've dealt with a lot of... Abuse." I said not mentioning that it was bullying. "From what?" She asked. I looked back out the window towards the stars.
"People don't realise that I'm... Atsumu and Osamu's sister." I explained. "Haven't you told them?" Kiyoko asked. "I've tried..." I whispered.
"You should get some sleep." I said walking back to my bed. "Goodnight." I called pulling the bed cover above my face. "Goodnight." She answered softly.
My eyes wouldn't shut that night. I'm not sure if it was because my bandages were wrapped differently or the way Yachi and Kiyoko cleaned my wrists. Maybe it was the fact that someone actually knew about my wrists.
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