《Violet Eyes || Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ||》Chapter 8: Volleyball Club
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Ayame finished cleaning up her locker and prepared to leave when all of a sudden, a blur of orange accidentally pushed her. She landed hard on her on the floor and she groaned in pain.
"Ow..."
"I'm so sorry!! I didn't mean to!! Here let me help you" she accepted his hand and he pulled her up. She was surprised to find him taller that her by a few inches. He caught sight of her eyes and his jaw dropped.
"Wow, you're eyes are so cool!!" the teen said, inching closer to her.
"Thank you...um..."
"Ah, by the way, the name's Hinata Shoyo, a first year, from Class 1!" he said, extending his hand.
"My name's Mizuki Ayame, I'm also a first year from Class 4" she accepted his and shook hands.
"Wow, Mizuki-san, you must be pretty smart!!"
"I guess...Anyway, why are you in such a hurry?" she asked. Realization dawned on Hinata's face and he was about to run again when a booming voice echoed.
"HINATAAA!!!" she saw a tall, dark haired figure walking towards Hinata with a dark aura behind him. The orange haired teen hid behind Ayame's back in fear.
"IIIEEEEE!!! It's Kageyama!!! He's going to kill me!!" Hinata said, trembling in fear.
"What did you do to make him this mad?" she whispered. "The guy looks super scary when mad" she thought.
Before he could answer, the raven haired teen grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
"H-hey! Kageyama!! You're being rude in front of a girl!! Put me down!!" Hinata told him, struggling to free from his grasps.
"Huh?" he looked into Ayame's direction and examined her closely "Who are you?" he asked.
"Whoa, not too close to her!! You're so rude!!" Hinata scolded him "And you haven't introduced yourself yet!!"
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"Sorry...My name's Kageyama Tobio, a first year from Class 3" he said. "This guy...for real?! He's a first year? Well, Tsukishima-kun is taller than him and he's also a first year, so I guess you can't judge someone by its appearance"she thought "Not to mention, he seemed...scary"
"Umm...M-Mizuki Ayame, a first year, Class 4"
"Class 4, huh?" he said, leaning closer.
Ayame was reminded of last time's incident and she panicked and pushed the taller teen to distance herself from her. Kageyama was surprised and Hinata, who's still in his hand, berated him.
"That was very rude of you, Kageyama!! Look, you scared her!!" Hinata scolded him again "She must've mistaken you as some kind of pervert!!"
Kageyama's face reddened in embarrassment and glared at the shorter teen "No!! I'm NOT a pervert!! It's because of her eye colour that I was leaning closer to her!"
"S-sorry, Mizuki" Kageyama bowed, embarrassed "Is this guy socially awkward?" she thought.
"It's okay, as long you don't do it again..." she replied. Growing up on a prestigious, all-girls school, she is very careful with her words. Not all the time though.
"Okay...Now, where was I? Oh, yeah..." Kageyama said, looking at Hinata, who is cowering in fear because of his glare "You, are coming with me. Now" he said in a serious voice.
"W-why?"the shorter teen responded.
"We have to practice you're receiving skills. They are pretty awful, if you ask me. We can't afford to lose in the 3-on-3 match this Saturday"
Ayame's ears perked up when she heard them say "3-on-3 match". "They must be from the volleyball club. Ooh, I want to watch their match but...it's embarrassing to ask but..."
"Umm..." she started but the duo left already. Sighing, she picked her bag and hurried back to her room.
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*Timeskip*
"Uhm...Mizuki-san, what club did you join?" Yamaguchi asked her. He kinda wished that they are in the same club but sadly, he's planning on joining the volleyball club and she might not join the same club as him and Tsukishima.
Ayame's face turned into a slight disappointment when he asked her about it "Nothing...yet"
"Did you try asking the cooking club? You're really great at cooking and it might help you improve your skills" he said.
"Uh...the cooking club's not in my mind but I'll try to think about it...what are the other clubs here? I've been thinking about the photography club and..." she stopped. She's kinda embarrassed that she might get a little excited if she wanted to join the volleyball club so she lied "...and the art club"
"Photography club? I think that's where Haruiko-san is, Mizuki" Tsukishima told her. Ayame face palmed and shook her head "Never mind. Photography club's not in my list anyway. It will be awkward if I see him again"
"No surprise..." Yamaguchi thought for a while "Hmm...maybe she would like to join the volleyball club as a manager"
"How about the volleyball club?" Yamaguchi suggested. Ayame forgot all her embarrassment and her eyes suddenly sparkled when she heard him mention volleyball, the sport she loved with passion.
"Volleyball club!? Sure! Though I don't play volleyball but I know plenty of things about volleyball. I think I'll try to ask the adviser or the captain if I can be an assistant coach because I wanted to see a live match with the team! I always dreamed of watching a match on the courtside because you could actually feel the intenseness of the game!! And I really wanted to help Karasuno to fly again!!" she suddenly stopped and looked at Yamaguchi, who was staring at her "What's wrong, Tadashi-kun?"
"Huh? Ah, n-nothing...it's just, I was surprised that you really like volleyball, even though you don't play" he said. Honestly, he was staring at her because the way her eyes would sparkle when she's excited was really cute.
"It doesn't matter if one plays volleyball or not when he/she likes volleyball" she shrugged "I watched plenty of videos of international volleyball matches and sometimes, when we were once in Tokyo, mom would take me to watch some city schools in their tournaments"
"Oh..." he said "If you're thinking about joining the volleyball club, you can come with us this Saturday so you can talk to the captain about joining the club" Yamaguchi told her.
"Our match is in Saturday, right, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima asked him.
"You guys are having a match?!" she asked out loud, slapping the table "Can I watch?!"
"Does this means that those two guys earlier are up against Tsukishima-kun and Tadashi-kun?! So cool!!"
"Sheesh, you're loud" Tsukishima said, cleaning his ear "I thought students from prestigious schools are soft spoken and quiet"
Ayame made a face at him "Don't judge the book by its cover, Tsukishima-kun"
"I already did..." the megane answered.
"Uh...sure, Mizuki-san. You can come and watch with us, if that's what you want" Yamaguchi said, surprised that the once soft-spoken and shy girl tends to become loud when volleyball is mentioned.
"Really?! Yay! Thank you!" she clapped her hands happily like a five year old, to Tsukishima's annoyance and Yamaguchi's surprise
"Her attitude really changes when volleyball is mentioned..." Yamauchi thought "But thankfully, we will be in the same club now!"
"How childish..." Tsukishima thought, looking at the childish looking Ayame "She and that shrimp are almost the same, in terms of volleyball"
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