The Infected [ Haikyuu X Reader]

[Prologue]

Height was never really that important when playing Softball. But strength and speed most definitely were.

The pitcher threw the ball towards you at full 94.6 miles per hour. You swung the bat in your hand so hard, the ball landed in the far edges of the out-field.

You tossed the bat to the side and started sprinting, watching as the opposing team ran after the ball.

You stood at around 180.34 centimeters, which meant you were extremely tall, even for a high school girl. So that meant you had longer legs and you could reach bases faster than most.

Inarizaki was most definitely known for their volleyball club, but their Softball club was probably better in technique and skill.

You slid towards the base at full speed with your legs out in front of you, the ball just about nearly hitting you in the head.

You may have only made it to second base in only a matter of seconds, but you still had time to reach the third. Your team cheered quietly from the sidelines, your best friend calling your name amongst the crowd.

The cheering quickly died down as the next player stood on home-base.

Yorumichi Aou, stands at approximately 162.56 centimeters and weighs nearly 51 kilograms. Ex-volleyball player. Extremely fast and can jump really high.

Her strength is all anyone on our team should worry about.

She swung the bat so hard, it flew out of her hands the moment the softball touched it. Her bat hit the fence surrounding the field, scaring a passer-byer out of their shoes.

You started to run quickly towards the home-base, making it last second before the buzzer blared in everyones ears.

We won.

You let a small smile overcome your face as you stood up, brushing as much of the staining dirt off of your pants as you could.

Your teammates threw you to the floor with a hug, laughing and cheering happily as you laid there helplessly.

The sun was already set, you cleaning up the gym as you were told to do for punishment.

You may or may not have gotten into a physical fight with someone.

You were most likely the last one at school, quietness over-taking the large gym as anything you did created an echo. You took the volleyball net down with ease, folding it in your hands as you walked towards the storage room.

The blank expression you wore at that very moment would usually frighten anyone facing you, but you were the only one there.

You could make nasty faces all you wanted now.

I wonder how Miya-Kun is doing cleaning up the feild.

He's probably mentally drained from how much his ego got hurt during that fight.

You giggled silently to yourself as you remember body slamming him to the ground out of pure anger of what he said only moments before, the smile being wiped smack off your face.

"You're jus' so full of yourself, eh? Thinking you are better than everyone else here."

You stood there with your hair covering your face, looking down at the floor with trembling fists.

"You're probably thinkin' just because you suffered from cancer you're so special now. So special 'cause you survived."

"All you are is just a spoiled brat who gets anything she wants."