Flying! Haikyuu x Oc (Under construction! So it may change sometimes!)

Talking & Practice Match

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"I'm sure you have a few questions, I can answer them for you on the way there. At least if you want to." Zayd's eyes are twinkling as he glances over his shoulder to gaze at Asahi, before turning his head away from him, and calmly starts a normal pace. Asahi is already running after Zayd before his mind has fully processed it.
"Wait!"

Asahi (Third) p.o.v
"S-So... So..." Asahi cringes at how awkward he sounds, and scratches the back of his head as they're walking towards the gym. He's familiar with the way. He notes, and tries again. "So how do you know me?"
His companion glances his way from the corner of his eyes, seemingly taking him in for a moment when he shifts his eyes back to it's original position so he is once again staring straight ahead of him.
"I'm currently assistent-manager of the volleyball club," A fleeting smile ghosts his lips, "I managed to get recruited after I talked with Kiyoko-senpai and met with her up a few times before the school year started." That's... certainly not the answer he expected and Asahi opens his mouth to say something before Zayd continues calmly.
"So when Nishinoya and Sawamura-senpai mentioned your name... I got curious to say the least." The green eyes are gazing at Asahi again, watching him silently, making him feel squirmish at the attention. He turns his head away, trying to dodge the piercing gaze of the smaller boy next to him.
"Because why would someone like you, that has the power and skills to back it up, an Ace, suddenly avoid the club?" Asahi's eyes widen as his head snaps towards Zayd, not knowing what to say.
"I-I...uh..I." Zayd smiles slightly as Asahi is busy coming up with an answer, feeling a little bit amused at the blundering. With a sigh the ace's shoulders droop as he gives up with forming a coherent sentence, instead saying a single word,
"How?"
"It was pretty simple to figure it out, along with a lot of time on my hands to research you." His eyes soften as he sees the drooped shoulders of the ace, so he turns back to focus on walking.
"You know, when I was younger I also wanted to be an ace." Asahi lifts his head up, surprise has taking over on his face at the sudden change of topic. Ignoring the questioning expression Zayd continues, trying to keep his voice steady.
"My brother had already been practicing for quite some time, I think about a year. He was always using the old, cracked stone wall in the garden. And... I had been watching for a few weeks. After finally gathering the courage, I asked if I could try too," he pauses, a far away glance is his eyes as he's gathering his words, "After months of nagging I finally got him to agree to try and teach me spiking. Long story short, it didn't go well, and I ended up breaking my wrist. I had to get surgery." Asahi immediately halts in his movements and stares, wide eyed, at Zayd. Not being able to believe it.
A soft chuckle slips past Zayd's lips as he sees Asahi's face, and raises his left arm to show a white, faded thin line on the inside of his wrist. Dropping his sleeve again, the former starts walking, noting vaguely they're nearing their destination. He hears footsteps from Asahi after a few seconds. It's silent for a while, both lost in their heads for different reasons. It's when they're almost approaching the door of the gym, Asahi speaks up again. His voice is soft, meek.
"Why?" He asks, and they both simultaneously stop walking. Zayd turns to the other, his head slightly tilted, his voice tinted with confusion.
"Why what?"
"Why did you tell me this? Is this another reprimand of sorts?" Zayd is already shaking his head before Asahi can finish his sentence, and stares the latter straight into the eyes, a serious, but soft at the same time, and determined look in Zayd's eyes.
"Even though I ended up getting hurt by the same sport I love, I found another way to be able to get as close as possible to it as I can." Zayd takes a step forward, laying a soft hand on Asahi's hand that is clenching his bag so hard, his knuckles are slowly turning white. Zayd's eyes are kind, full of understanding.
"What I want to say is," he takes a deep breath, "Please don't turn away from something you love dearly, the reason for that is when you're older it may very well end up with you regretting never taking the opportunity." Asahi is gazing down at Zayd, too taken aback to talk and say something. It's like staring at a forest bathed in warm light.
"It doesn't have to be much," Zayd's voice shakes him out of his stupor, a red hue covers his cheeks as he feels embarrassed - and something else - for zoning out.
"You can just visite sometime, even watching already shows you care about volleyball." Feeling a little uncomfortable, he turns away from Zayd, becoming more and more conflicted each second that passes. He clenches his hands, gritting his teeth in frustration at the mess that has been created.
As he opens his mouth, to... Say what actually? His conflicted feelings? His fear of failing? His body locking up against his will? How he desperately wants to scream he still loves volleyball, but how it's just too much sometimes? Zayd has been waiting for him to say something.
"Asahi-san! Zayd!" A high pitched voice suddenly screams loudly from the side, earning a squeak from Zayd, who claps his hands over his mouth, looking strangely embarrassed, a whole different expression from his usual calm demeanor. An 'eep' escapes from Asahi. Hanging of the bars, is Hinata peering out of the window, a curious glance in his eyes as he gazes at the close proximity between Zayd and Asahi.
"This guy again..." mumbles Asahi, raising his hands, "I... I.... Um-"
"Asahi-san?!" Tanaka joins Hinata at the window, an excited blush covering his cheeks.