Nightmare

The

nightmares

haven't stopped

I'm

not sure

what is real

anymore

thump, thump, thump

Ah, this feels far too familiar, thought Kageyama. He still remembers it vividly dispite it being weeks ago, a memory that is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. This time he's in the audience, fists curled thightly in his lap, looking down on the court.

Fourteen year old version of himself is standing down there, an invisible crown sitting without his consent on top of his head. Hands still outstreched from his previous setting position, he's looking over his shoulder, only to find a volleyball on the ground. Royal blue eyes frantically searching for a spiker that was supposed to score his team a point. He wants to yell at them, that they should've been faster, should've jump higher, should've just score that godamn point.

The words dies down in his throat, however, the moment he turns around. Five people, his teammates (probably not anymore) are standing on the end of the court with their backs turn on him. Hurt and betrayal is evident on his face, incredulously taking in the scene before him. The ground underneath the setter's feet cracks, creating a rift between him and his former teammates. The arena erupts in creul, mocking laughs with insults about king of the court being thrown here and there.

Abruptly Kageyama wakes up. Whole body covered in cold sweat and breath coming in short pants. Sitting up the setter tries to calm himself from a panic attack, only then is his attention grabbed by tears that are freely streaming down his face. His hands, bloody marks on his palms from nails with how tight were they clenched, come to wipe the tears. Staring blankly at the wall ahead of him, Kageyama replays the nightmare in his mind.

All his past regrets, demons that haunt him constantly and dammit, this was the frist nightmare in weeks after he joined Karasuno. But it looks like his king of the court past followed him even there. Kageyama sighs, walks down the stairs into the kitchen and makes himself a cup of tea to fall asleep faster. The house is silent, and with his parents rarely being home, he doesn't have to be concerned about waking up anyone.

Kageyama takes his tea and sits on the couch in the living room. On a wall, opposite of the couch, is hanging clock that's signaling that it's past three thirty. The setter notes, finishes his tea and goes back to his room. Lowering himself into his bed, Kageyama hopes to find solace in the sweet unconsciousness. He, however, struggles to fall asleep, tossing from one side to another every few minutes. Only after a hour, he managed to nod off.

( And if the next day someone noticed that Kageyama seemed much more tired and irriteded than normally, nobody said anything)