"𝙞'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨"
"𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"
time-skip atsumu x reader
l/n y/n attends an MSBY match with her high school teammates and it influences...
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(i felt bad for leaving y'all on a cliffhanger so i'm posting this early)
y/n watched the ball fall in their court with a blank expression. it was at the very end of the final set that she finally cracked under the pressure.
the whistle went off.
15-12
and niiyama lost the finals.
there were cheers from iwaka's side of the court as well as the whole audience.
y/n forced her legs to get her off the court before sitting on the bench.
she was the only person that had ended up playing all five sets but she wasn't very tired. just overwhelmed. still digesting the outcome of the match.
the first and second years were already crying. y/n was... thinking very hard. going through every part of the last few points bit by bit, wondering what went so wrong.
"y/n..", terumi put a hand on her shoulder
"i wasn't focused enough", was the conclusion she came to, "that's the reason we lost"
"it's a team sport, y/n", the captain comforted her, "there's no blame game here. i've never seen you play as well as you did today."
"and it still wasn't enough", she said sullenly
"it was more than enough", she looked up beside terumi to see her coach, her kind words a contrast to her otherwise shrewd appearance, "you are more extraordinary than any player i have ever coached. it's been a privilege, y/n."
the words were enough for tears to escape her eyes. tears she had been planning to hold in till she got to the bathroom but oh well.
atsumu had been laying low all this while. he thought her teammates were probably who could offer her more comfort than he could at that point in time.
and it was true. when nene came out of the infirmary and hugged y/n, she didn't let go and cried for a good few minutes.
nene did feel guilty. she knew it would stay with her for a long time. the string of 'what if's.
what if she hadn't gotten injured? what if she'd played the third set? would they still have lost? would they have won?
she could think of all the scenarios she wished, but the outcome of the game still would not change.
so instead she focused on what was in front of her, her best friend, who had contributed a thousand times more than she had and still had to feel the crushing pain that defeat brought.
"you did so well", nene was holding in tears as y/n cried into her shoulder, "i promise"
