Talk to You Later Stranger!

Damn He's Short

"Naoyasu, can you get off your phone and get ready for your practice match?" His mom asked poking her head through the door. He put down his phone and stared at her with a blank expression.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll start getting ready now." He waved her out of his room and closed his door. Kuguri lazily strolled over to his closet, where his favorite hoodie resided. He took the hoodie off the hanger and lay it down on his bed. He rid himself of yesterdays shirt and slowly slid on his hoodie. He took off his sleep shorts and walked over to the dresser to grab some comfortable shorts to slip on. He yawned, silently wishing he was still in his comfortable bed. slid on his shoes and groggily walked out of his bedroom door.

After eating breakfast and brushing his teeth he waved his mother goodbye and slipped silently out the front door. It was early in the morning and the sun was barely up painting the sky with plentiful amounts of orange and yellow hues for as far as the eye could see. Kuguri sighed as he stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket.

I should be at school 15 minutes before we have to load the bus and go to Nekoma. That should definitely give me enough time to change. Kuguri hates having to walk to school. He's just left alone in silence with nothing to listen to except his own thoughts. His brain can go from thinking about normal things like what he's going to eat that day (but most of the time he's not lucky enough to think of such normal things) to thinking about that random stranger that texted him.

Hey, didn't that random dude say he had volleyball practice. I wonder what position he plays. Does he go to school in Tokyo? Wait no why am I thinking about this. Stop thinking about this. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

He continued down the street trying to silence his pestering thoughts. It doesn't work, but eventually he makes it to the clubroom and silently slides past his teammates. He stumbles sleepily to his locker, yawning while fumbling with the lock. After he messes up the code three times he starts to get annoyed. He finally got it right and pulled out his practice clothes.

He starts to pull his hoodie over his head tuning out all the commotion going on in the background. After being on the Nohebi volleyball team for about a year, its a skill he's learned and slowly gotten better at over the months. It gotten to the point he gets in his own thoughts and can't process anything going on in the background.

Daishou popped his head in the club room and announced, "Hey guys, the bus is almost here gather your stuff and meet out front!" We all acknowledge him and hurriedly finished changing. When Kuguri slipped on his practice shorts he put his casual clothes in his locker. He walks out of the clubroom to meet everyone at the bus. He gets to the front of the school and loads onto the bus and gets a seat near the back. He was silently hoping nobody would sit next to him. But Daishou was planning otherwise.

"Whats wrong with you, sleepyhead." Daishou said in his annoying voice as he took the seat next to Kuguri.

"What do you mean, captain?" The wing spiker stared at him blankly, wishing the captain would just leave him alone.

"You're more tired than usual, and your usually pretty tired. Have you been getting enough sleep lately" Daishou asked almost sounding concerned.

"I'm fine." Kuguri stated as he look out the window starting to tune out his captain's pitiful excuses of conversation topics.

Soon he felt a tap on his shoulder signaling they made it to Nekoma. He sits up stretching from the long drive and slithers his way out of the bus. He groggily stepped off the bus (almost tripping and falling on his face). He starts to walk to the Nekoma gym, secretly hoping he gets to play.

Soon the team is walking through the Nekoma doors. Kuguri notes that almost all of Nekoma is there already. Nohebi starts to stretch when three Nekoma players waltz through the door. He can't help but stare at one.

Damn he's short

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