Monochromatic: Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 15: Vault

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The whistle blew. A half empty classroom. It is a bright day of November, and all the male students are scheduled for a free period for today, while the girls of class three, are to participate in physical activities outside. Oikawa finds these periods peaceful, despite his unwavering politeness to the girls who support him, it feels nice to be left alone at school every once in a while.

Bored, he sighs through his nose and looks down on the window. The girls look like tiny figures three stories up, nevertheless, he could still vaguely spot a couple of familiar faces. They were on the track feild, however they are not running laps. Two poles held a bar horizontally, set up just at the shoulder height up, and a large cushion is set up just below it. Girls ordered themselves onto single filed lines, each one in the front of the line sprinting towards it, then launches themselves over the bar without touching.

"Ah... Pole vaulting... What a classic..."

He hears someone chuckle a couple seats away, dark and nasal. The boy wore thick-rimmed glasses and somehow, despite the arid, ideal weather of November, still has clogged nose. He audibly sniffs and he could hear the snot just getting vacuumed back into his nostrils.

"Hehe..." He stares intently below with mischievous intent, "I'm glad I got this seat near the windows..."

Perhaps he says that all too loudly, because someone else hushed him with a stern look, "you're such a pervert..."

"Oh shut it. You like to look too, you have to admit." The other accuses, then sniffs again. "Athletic girls is such a turn on... Oh... I wish they bring back those old female P.E uniforms where they have the ones that hug their thighs - it only goes so short too... Hehehe..."

It is quite a shame, he thinks, that the new school P.E uniform now consisted of basketball shorts or sweatpants. His friend has to agree with that, since back in their first year, every girl wore those incredibly short shorts, it's to provide the maximum mobility, and most of the boys approved of this greatly. Unfortunately they were soon changed to regular, tasteless basketball shorts that drooped down just above their knees. Nevertheless, the pervert still finds the toned calves to provide enough indulgence for his desires.

"Y... Your nose is dripping..."

The boy looks offended, sniffing audibly. Nasally, he deadpanned, "I know, it's been like this since junior high, if you remember -"

"No I know that..." The other says, "It's dripping blood, Nagaki-san."

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"You're up next, Fukui-san!"

Oikawa never given attention as to what her capabilities are physically, but she seems to be concentrated in stretching, eyeing the bar before her and plants her feet sturdy to the ground. She readies for the sprint. Oikawa watches with keen eyes. It didn't take much to find her in the crowd, since she is taller than the average height for a girl, thighs lean and streamlined. Nagaki seems throughly pleased by this.

"It sort of makes sense that she's Oikawa's cousin... Being tall and all..."

"Not to mention great physiques! Look - look closely at how the short bunches up just a little while she's bending down and - "

"Shut up! Her cousin just a couple feet away from us...!" He scolds harshly through his gritted teeth.

Oikawa blinks in confusion before realizing that the comment is about him, remembering his lie about Umeko. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it, really. He knew perverts were perverts, and it's not like he was protective of Fukui. It's just a simple, harmless comment, is all, he thinks to himself.

However, he remembers that he's supposedly the cousin, so he plays it out. A venomous smile marks his lips as he replied loudly, sweetly yet somehow it gave off an uneasy edge.

"Please don't talk such perverted things about Ume-chan!" He pouts. "That's really low and disgusting of you!"

At the sound of Oikawa's voice, the two jumps in surprise and then schooches away from the sett just slightly at a safer distance. In fear, they just continued to watch with their mouths shut, eyes focused on Fukui below.

Meanwhile, down below, Fukui's perspective feels intense. She can hear the cheers for her by some of Oikawa's fangirls, some just continued to watch her intently. There's a loud pulsating beat in her ears, beating low, sure, and strong. She feels heat creep onto her fingertips, every blink and the burn in her still muscles.

She exhales, and then boosts towards the bar.

Oikawa raises his eyebrows, impressed at Fukui's concentration. Her lungs is set alight, her vision blurring except of the faint outline of the pole, set up to the height that levels out roughly by her ears. She approaches the bar speedily.

Everyone leans in anticipation, including the girls below, Oikawa, and the two perverts.

But then - then- Fukui's dense aura disappears and her face scrunches up. The heels of her althletic shoes skidded on the track cement roughly to an abrupt stop. She slouches over and smiles weakly to the coach.

"That's too high... Why do you hate me... I can't do this to save my life..."

"Come on! You haven't even tried..." The coach says exasperatingly. "How can you give up if you haven't even tried?!"

Fukui shrugs nonchanlantly, and the coach presses a hand to her face in just pure disappointment. "It's obvious I'll fail - probably break a bone or two in the process. Better to save myself from that instead."

The coach frowns and points in the direction of the track pavement. "Go and run two laps around this track as a subsitute then."

"Sure-can-do, Coach." She replies. And with that, she sets off.

Now from above, Oikawa sighs, yet somehow amused and half expected her to half-ass her way out yet again out of something. Well, it's something she would do.

"You were actually cool for two seconds there, Ume-chan. What a bummer."