Heartache

Chapter 38. The Future

A few months later~

I'm running to the net preparing to spike, I yell for Atsumu to set me the ball. He glances at me causing the enemy's blockers to jump in my direction. As I jump I see in the corner of my eye that Atsumu actually set towards Inunaki scoring us the point. I land on the ground earning glares from the enemy team, but I just walk back as nothing happened.

I punch Atsumu's shoulder "you know I wanted that ball and you played me like that!" I say as he runs the area I punched, he laughed. "Of course, the greatest decoy after all." Atsumu puts his hands up for a high-five. I sigh slapping both of his hands as strong as I could and walked to my spot. I could hear him laugh at me while I was walking away.

We're on the third set against some team that I didn't remember, their name is kinda forgettable. What's not forgettable is their Libero that keeps digging up my spikes with ease. Atsumu has had to toss to Bokuto many times because of this. I hear the whistle as I cover the back of my head from Bokuto serving. As soon as I saw the ball over the net I started getting ready for their attack.

I jumped in front of the spiker determined to get the ball. The ball flies off my hand and towards the back, I turn around as I fall. "One touch!" I shout and see Atsumu receive the ball. I quickly get under the ball preparing to set it. I could see Atsumu and Inunaki running towards the net but Bokuto could easily do a back-row hit. I lightly toss the ball in the air setting it for Bokuto in the back. He spikes it down shooting past the blockers, only for it to be dug up by their libero.

I glare at the libero as he smiles in triumph. Meian had to be prepared for this and quickly got prepared to block. As their spiker was spiking I noticed that our captain was by himself I quickly jump to help him with the ball hitting Meian's hand towards the enemy's floor. We both land and look towards the referee who said it was a point for us. Captain holds a hand up for me, I quickly give him a high five.

The other team had called their final timeout. As we're walking towards the coach I look towards the board and see that we're winning 22 to 17. Looks like I never paid attention to the score in this game. I sat down on the bench taking a drink of water as I see Atsumu sit next to me in the corner of my eye.

I turn my head towards him to see he was staring at the court. "I love games like these, keeps me on edge. We rarely go this crazy for this team, they've gotten better." Atsumu said still staring at the court, I look towards the court closing the top of my water. "When a team that you used to dominate gets better, It's one of the best feelings ever. I love sharing it with you." Me looking back at him when saying the last few words. He looks at me and smiles that amazing smile of his. "I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else," Atsumu said and Bokuto sat near us starting a completely different conversation.

After the time out was finished we continued the match. I don't know what break did but they were playing like absolute monsters. I place my hands on my knees panting finally reaching my limit from all that running. I look up at the scoreboard. 24 - 24 they caught up making it a deuce, I've been in the match longer than usual. Usually, I'm swapped out more, as if they heard my thoughts I hear the swapping sound ringing.

I look towards the person I was swapping with, and I walk over to them and take my number. "You got this!" I give him a thumbs up and he goes onto the court. I go stand with the rest of the team as I watch the game. I watched as Atsumu successfully lands a setter dump driving everyone crazy. I look towards the scoreboard again, we were in the lead 25 - 24. One more point and we'll win, I sigh preparing myself for the intense rally.

I start getting excited remembering that Atsumu was serving. This could really be in our favor, we can easily win this. He uses a jump floater setting the libero to push foreword and receive it. It was easily received, Atsumu glared but started to get ready for the attack. I saw him put his hands down preparing to receive the ball. But from the positioning of the spiker, I could tell it was gonna-.