Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

24| Old Faces

   "SAKI!!!"

   That voice... I know that voice... No way. It can't be her. 

   "GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND HIT THE GODDAMN BALL!" The voice rings out again. 

   The shackles preventing me from jumping disappear, and I can jump up just enough to tip the ball over the block, landing directly behind the blockers. I take a breath of relief. 

   "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? DID YOU GET ANYTHING OUT OF ALL THAT STRENGTH TRAINING AND CONDITIONING! OH WAIT, I ALMOST FORGOT, YOU NEVER ONCE PICKED UP YOUR LEGS AND RAN!" 

   A tick mark appears on my forehead, annoyance seeping into my skin. The team does their best to compose themselves. 

   I look out along the bleachers, looking for the owner of that voice. Eventually, I see a girl leaning over the safety railing, her h/c hair shining under one of the bright lights. Her e/c orbs have that glow to them, so breathtaking. My childhood friend, who I fell in love with so many years ago. F/n L/n. 

   I missed you. 

   She shoots me a bright and shiny smile, pumping her fist in the air. 

   Tears swell up in my eyes. It almost feels like a dream, and I'm soring through the sky, completely free.  

   I turn around with a small peaceful smile gracing my lips, holding my fist high in the air. 

   I guess you really did mean it when you said, 'see you around.'

Sato's POV: 

   "Who was that just now?" Haru asks, covering his mouth, holding in a laugh. 

   I look in the direction of Tokyo's cheering section, but I can't tell who said that. Was it someone Mia knows? 

   "Hey, look!" Ayame exclaims, pointing at the court, "Mi-Mi-chan, she just smiled," they say with big eyes, leaning forward in their seat. 

   All of us snap our heads in the direction of the court. Mia has a joyful smile on her face, and it's hard to tell from this distance, but it looks like she might be crying.

Mia's POV:

   "Woah, creepy, you actually do know how to smile. And after you fucked up a play," Yonamine shakes her head, both hands on her hips. 

   I put both of my hands to my side, "Sorry, I'll slam the next one straight through," I say, a wave of determination washing over me. I can't explain it, but now, I really want to smack one in Yoko's face. 

   Nakagawa smirks, "Good; Fujisaki, you're up to serve. Hit 'em with two ace's and take this set," she says, walking back to her position.

   "Consider it done," I say, overflowing with confidence, catching the ball and walking back to the line.

   "GO, SAKI!"   

   "BITE 'EM IN THE ASS!" another voice yells. It's not N/n's, but I could never mistake it. 

   "You can do it, Fujisaki!" 

   I look up at the stands to find that N/n's not the only one standing by the railing. Iwaizumi and Ami are there too. Cheering me on. And I think I see Wakatoshi Ushijima standing next to them.  

   I bounce the ball on the floor, unable to stop smiling. I hurt them, and yet, here they are, rooting for me. I haven't done anything to deserve this, but it makes me so happy. I think I'm going to cry.