Their Kouhai [A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction]

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Aoyuki's POV

I groaned loudly when I bent down to grab the towel that fell from my nightstand.

Ah, I feel like an old woman. I snorted at the thought, straightening up slowly once I got the cloth in my hand. I turned to face my nightstand, where the basin with cold, cold water is. I let the towel drop into it, watching as it soak the white fabric.

Sighing, I stood up and walked up to my full body length mirror and raised my shirt, cringing at the bruise on my left rib.

"Shoyo's got some nasty sharp knees." I mumbled, ghosting my thumb over the swollen purple bruise, grimacing when I put too much pressure on it.

I let my shirt cover the discoloration and walked back to my bed, sitting on the side near my nightstand. I took the cold soaked towel on the basin and squeezed, the sound of dripping water resonating in my relatively large room. I lift my shirt once more and started gently dabbing the bruise with the cold wet towel.

It's not like I've got a broken rib or anything, but the pain is really, well, painful. Whenever I put too much strain on my abdomen, there's always a sharp pain shooting through me.

I sighed. Well, I guess it is my fault this happened to me. If only I didn't charged in like that, maybe I wouldn't have been kneed in the freaking rib.

Still, I can't believe that Shoyo and Kageyama got into a fight...

I didn't know who to take a side on. I feel like they were both right, but wrong at the same time. I don't know... Am I making any sense?

I don't blame Kageyama for getting pissed at Shoyo. I understand that this quick, where Shoyo would stop closing his eyes, might not work and they might just end up wasting time when they could've spent it practicing blocks or receive, just like what Kageyama said.

But on the same time, I feel Shoyo. If it was me on his place, I know I would've feel the same way. He's basically useless without Kageyama and that freak quick, so it's natural that he's trying to make himself even more useful, even without that quick.

I hissed when I put too much force on the bruise. Sighing for the hundredth time now, I let the now cool cloth back on the basin and dropping my shirt.

Now, what should I do... My parents didn't know that I have this... thing on me and I just told them that I'm feeling a little bit under the weather so they let me stay home. I actually would have gone to school only if Michimiya-san didn't forbid me to play volleyball.

Yeah. One of the main reason I go to school was because I wanna play volleyball.

I huffed a laugh, realizing how I kinda sound like Shoyo, or Kageyama, who's volleyball was the only thing in their head.

I jumped in my seat when my phone went off. I reached for the phone just beside the basin. My eyebrows raised towards my hairline when I saw a message from an unlikely someone.

Oikawa-senpai
Ao-chan! Are you free this weekend?

This weekend...?

Why?

It took almost a minute for him to reply.

Oikawa-senpai
Because I wanna start teaching you that awesome killer serve, what else?