The Infected [ Haikyuu X Reader]

[Chapter 4 - Bodies]

With the one last push of your strength, You and Aran threw the last body into the dumpster behind the house. Your blue latex gloves were starting to turn a violent purple from all the rotten blood that stuck all this time.

You aggressively pealed the gloves off of your hands and shot them into the dumpster as well, a small frown on your face. 

Aran looked to you with a worried crease in his features, slowly approaching you with pure gentleness radiating off of him. You lifted your gaze to his face as well, letting a sigh escape past your lips.

It had been a week since you found the three of them.

Maybe the longest week you have ever lived.

Shuffling back into the house, eager to leave the terrible smell behind, you watched as Aran lingered around the dumpster for a tad longer before briefly following you inside.

Aran had told you how his parents were rarely ever around, so when he had befriended the twins, he had also befriended their parents. You felt a small pang of pity shake your heart for a split second.

Muhyojo welcomed you back inside with a soft pat on the shoulder, a small smile placed on her lips. 

"Sorry you had to do that," She apologized, averting her eyes.

You nodded as a sign of reassurance, narrowing your eyes over to Aran with your lips pressed against each other tightly. "You shouldn't be apologizing to me," You muttered, looking down to the ground as you walked away. 

Aran shut the glass door behind him quietly and turned to meet Muhyojo, trying to mock your blank expression. "...I-Is there something you need..?" He questioned, slowly taking his gloves off as well.

It was a moment before Muhyojo did a quick, 90-degree bow with her hands pressed in between her thighs. "I'm very, very, very, very, very sorry you had to do that." She squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting a negative response. 

Aran stared at her with slightly wide eyes, before sighing and throwing his gloves in the trash next to him. He softly laid his hands in her hair and patted her head.

Muhyojo gasps and slowly looks up, fixing her posture. 

"It's alright, Himura-San. Kita-Kun is very squeamish, you have an over-dramatic sense of smell, and I didn't want the twins to have to dispose of their own parents'bodies." He explained with a sad smile, pulling his hand away. "Besides, It gave me the chance to thank them... y'know... for all they've done for me.."

He looks down as his smile disappears. Aran suddenly feels smaller hands grab both of his and hold them in their grasp. He averts his gaze to Muhyojo, smiling softly at him.

"I'm glad you think of it that way. You are a very considerate person, Ojirou-Kun." Muhyojo exclaims as Aran has an internal panic attack.

You sigh quietly at the interaction and turn back towards the living room, watching the boys communicate with each other as if there wasn't an apocalypse going on outside. 

A tiny smile came to your face for the first time in over a week. 

You sit quietly at a desk on the 2nd floor attic, looking out the window as you hold your phone in your hands. Kita had figured out a way to keep your phones at a decent battery percentage at all times, and that is; portable chargers. He found some in the local Verizon shop that takes batteries, so until every store nearby runs out of those, then you were free to keep using your phone all you needed. 

You were currently texting everyone in your contacts to make sure they were still alive, along with notifying you about your living situations as well. 

You - (Just now)

| hey i'm alive and currently living with most of the inarizaki boys volleyball team

Delivered✔️- 7:39 A.M.

You stared at the screen in anticipation for awhile, hoping to get a text back from your cousins, no matter what it was about. You just wanted to see them alive. 

Kataomoi Sakusa, Kiyoomi's elder sister and a single mother. Her daughter is Oritsu Harashi, taking her fathers last name as he was murdered the day of her birth. Oritsu looks in every way like her father, which leads the family into believing heavily in reincarnation. Another strange thing about Oritsu is that, in a way, she represents you. She always has that empty and clueless look in her eyes that makes her look more like you than anything. 

The last time you saw Oritsu, she was three, and incredibly smart. she started walking at 3 months old and was able to speak a full sentence by 9 months. All the little girl did was read and mess around with strange puzzles. And for some odd reason, the little girl adored you. 

Whenever you visit, you always bring a book in case of boredom, that Oritsu ends up owning by the end of the week. You never really minded much, but Oritsu looked forward to your arrival whenever it was said you were coming over. 

She should be around 5 now.

Kiyoomi - (Just now)

| I honestly want to be happy that you're alive... but with your situation it doesn't seem like you are living. 

Delivered ✔️ - 7:43 A.M.

You chuckled quietly and went onto the next contact, not hearing back from anyone else until you hit Kyotouni. 

mad dawg - (Just now)

| Everyone on our team besides me and Iwaizume is dead. heading ur way now

Delivered ✔️ - 7:51 A.M.

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this is how i imagine Kataomoi to look like. ill draw the actual version later

creds: @/oknbirdon twitter

Oritsu:

creds: @/go_roOi twitter