Another level [haikyuu reader insert]

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(So for this chapter and maybe the next one if I decide to do a part two we will be Irving into your P A S T!!Finally you get to see what we've been through.

Also okay I need to be real here.

The inspiration for this story was something that I've been going through, and Gross is my comfort story where I write about the type of parents that I want

While this story is about what I go through, and a lot of (y/n)'s past correlates with my own experiences. So I really hope you enjoy this story because I find comfort in writing about it and bringing it into a light.

Anyways back to the story!)

(Y/n) was the second born to a family, the only daughter with an older brother.

When she was younger she indulged herself in the arts. Drawing, painting, coloring, music, fashion, you name it she was in it. At a young age she was fascinated by the variety of colors and shapes in front of her and the countless amount of instruments infront of her in display.

Her father was the principal of Suibotsu private academy that took pride in their volleyball team. While her mother, was a retired musician, who didn't do fairly well and relied on the support of her husband, which of course he didn't mind. Nanami (D/n), the head of the house took pride in his volleyball team, just like he did when he played on the same team as a high schooler.

Kousuke, who is 3 years older than his sister, enjoyed sports, swimming, basketball, soccer, and mostly volleyball.

A picture perfect family.

A field of beautiful red roses.

But little (y/n) was different. She was creative, she wanted to explore different shapes, colors, material, sounds, everything. And at a young age she knew what she was passionate about.

"Look Look! Mom! Dad! Look I drew you!" The 5 year old exclaimed happily as she rose her a piece of paper filled with drawings made by pencil and colored with crayon. Pride swelled in her chest as she excitedly showed her parents her creation, hoping to get praise.

"That's great honey." Her mother bluntly spoke as she continued to type of her computer, not even moving her head to look at what her daughter was showing her.

(Y/n) pouted, huffing her cheeks, but knowing the type of person her mother was, she read the room and walked off, sulking, trying to look for her father who perhaps would give her the praise she wanted.

"Dad! Da-" she cut herself off when she looked out the backyard to see her father and brother happily playing with a volleyball. Bouncing it back and forth with their forearms as the sound of their laughter filled the house. Her father's usual frown was gone and replaced with a wide smile as he looked at his son with delight.