Breaking Through - A Kuroo Tetsurou Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Normal POV

After I had officially introduced myself to the volleyball team, days had been... more fun. After interacting with my classmates and people from the rest of the cohort, I realized how much I've missed being... a kid. I was forced to live a life always looking over my shoulder, always on my toes and always maintaining a barrier with others.

Deep down, I knew this life wouldn't last, but I wanted to be naive for once. After my team and I had busted this drug case, I'll be sent away again and I needed to remember that. I kept on recalling the days before joining the Ministry of defense, together with the orange head, who made life fun and I was full of laughter.

I don't regret joining them; I loved helping others and feeling useful. I don't show it, but I do enjoy my time doing these assignments. I only wished I could have my time as a proper student in the future before it's too late.

Kuroo's words that night left an impact on me. I do have a facade, a facade of not getting too close to people. I didn't want to leave someone hurt ever again, like how I left my brother and the orange head. But, I'm on an assignment now and it was the path I've chosen, I have to stick to it.

-JW-

It was now the third week of school since I've been transferred over. The case did not have much progress. Kasun-san's side was still at a standstill; my side no longer had any development as well. The gardening club resumed their usual activities and Futashiki Leon never came around to meet up with Mr Deki anymore. I'd record these information and update them every day, and the week went by in a mundane manner. Well, that was for my work. Volleyball, on the other hand, was hectic all together.

The past week, Kuroo had obviously made his moves on me. While I minded my own business upstairs, balls would start flying up and he'd intentionally climb up to collect them. While doing so, he'd come and annoyingly ruffle my hair. The rest of the club noticed how close he was to me and started opening up more about themselves to me.

Yamamoto, who was my classmate, soon became one of my closest friends I had for the time being. We'd get on surprisingly well, talking about bands and helping each other with notes in class. Yaku, the volleyball libero, we'd often talk about techniques.

-JW-

I forgot to mention - I used to help out with my brother's practices. When there's practice, there has to be Oikawa Tooru. It was a long time ago, but I am still confident that I can still receive some spikes. The three of us would meet up at the park near Oikawa's house after dinner to practice. I would throw a ball to my brother to start, he would set it and Oikawa would spike. I'd receive the spike and return the ball to my brother and the cycle repeats until I'm too tired. The both of them never overworked me, which was sweet and they'd never complain about my receives.

Practices were dry, doing the same thing over and over again. But it helped them both with their basics. Back then, I thought that I wouldn't lose to them and challenged myself to receive Oikawa's devil serves properly. It took me a long time, but I was finally able to receive them after many harsh spikes to my face. I don't have the right to boast because I never competed nor received them with the setting of a whole team. I was a mere third party, a little sister to Kageyama Tobio and the Junior's sister to Oikawa.

After a certain incident, I cut off all contact with them, more like I was forced to cut off, and never talked about volleyball again. That's why I was so reluctant to enter this gym on the first day. It brought back memories; they weren't bad, they just made my heart feel weird. The orange head would go on about volleyball too, but I never let him know too much about my past.

-JW-

That said, I was able to hold a decent conversation with the team. I kept my history away from them and gave simple white lies like I saw the techniques on television or something. The team never pushed about it and we got on well. For a split second in that week of interaction, I daringly thought that we felt like a family. When I thought about that, I'd retreat behind my walls and Kuroo would have to drag me out again. I hated it; I wanted to be with them, but I knew I couldn't. It was a battle within myself and the latter was winning.