maihua jane sawamura happens to be a first year at Karasuno University after landing a volleyball scholarship, following in her big brother's shadow. her position as libero has opened up new opportunities while allowing her to get closer with the ol...
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The morning comes sooner than I expected. As I rub the sleep out of my eyes, trying to ignore the slight head and stomach ache that resonates within my body, I come to my senses. My eyes fall in slow blinks, gaining my senses that had abandoned me for the past six hours of sleep. My lungs inhale deeply as I look at the room around me. Holy shit. Me and Kageyama hooked up last night. My body slowly turns to where he's sleeping but as I stare at the empty spot next to me, I feel a deep sense of dread fill my bones. He left. Reaching over to my desk, I grab my phone from its place on the charger. As I click the screen on, the brightness makes me squint as I search for the time. 10:51 am. With a huff, I place it back down. "Why am I not surprised." I grumble to myself as I stare at the ceiling for a few more depressing moments. Disappointment and anger fill me at his absence. My hand instinctively reaches over to my phone again, checking again but this time for any notifications. All I see is a message from Suga, Daichi, and a Snapchat from Tadashi. Kageyama's name is nowhere to be found. He couldn't even come up with an excuse? A deep feeling of being used fills my stomach and I have the urge to throw up. After everything we talked about last night, all he wanted from me was a sloppy handjob? The thought actually does bring vomit to the surface in my mouth and I find myself rushing to the bathroom before I can entertain the thought any longer. Luckily, I make it to the toilet before letting out any of the liquid rising from my stomach or wherever that shit comes from. Tears prick my eyes as the harsh feeling of alcohol escapes my throat. After getting out everything I can, I can't help but let more tears fall but not because of my unfortunate physical reactions. I don't know why I thought he'd be any different. I don't know why I thought anything would change. "Are you okay?" The door swings open, Mya standing there with a concerned look on her tired face. I rest my head on my arms against the bowl, shaking my head, but unable to elaborate as to why just yet. After a few moments of gathering myself, I lift my head, rubbing at my hot cheeks to wipe away any sign of sadness. "Just sick." She looks at me warily, as if she knows it must be more but hesitates before she speaks again. I can see her eyes scanning the... colorful marks on my neck but still she waits. "Did something happen?" At the question, I lean backward until my back rests against the wall of the bathroom. The throbbing that befuddles my head refuses to let come up with a lie. "Yeah." A moment later, she closes the door and positions herself against it, opposite of me. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks. I nod. I delve into the events of the night. She listens intently and I watch as her eyes widen when I tell her what went down in the room next to hers. Mya lets me finish before letting herself respond. "I'm totally a cockblocker!" These are the first words that leave her mouth. Her hands slap the sides of her face as she groans in annoyance. "If I didn't come in crying like a moron, you could have gone farther!" I roll my eyes. "It wouldn't change the fact that he's not here right now." Pity crosses her eyes for a moment before a surge of change sends her standing up off the floor. "Well, maybe he has an explanation! You won't know unless you talk to him." "I don't care. It's not like it changes anything between us anyway. Besides, I don't want to see him. I'm embarrassed of my lack of sexual experience and even more embarrassed that he didn't stick around till morning." She stands over me, peering down in determination. "Well, then how about we get your mind off of it? Let's go play some and get this icky feeling of hangover out of our systems with a good old workout. Isn't that what we did when you and Terushima broke up?" I ponder the idea for a moment, although deciding that I don't want to do anything besides lay in bed all day and sulk. "I'd rather accept that I'll never be good enough for anybody and sleep off my utter shame." "Stop being dramatic. You know you'll feel better after spending time with me on the court." She raises an eyebrow expectantly. Her hand reaches down for me to take as if she's not giving me any other option. Next thing I know, I'm changing into a pair of spandex with volleyball shoes in hand.
