As Queens Should

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“[N/N]...”

“...I’m sleeping, don’t touch me.”

“I know...your phone is vibrating.”

You rose up, disrupted from your peaceful slumber. Your hand quickly fetched your phone that was keeping your companions awake from its constant vibration. You irk from this feeling of exhaustion yet you were awake to attend to certain matters.

They were text messages from your dad.

From: Dad
To: [L/N] [Y/N]

> I watched your play in the second round.

> I’m very proud.

Dad, what. I turned the bench to a grill with how much I warmed it.

It was two in the early morning when you received these messages from your father who was busy, working overseas. He would always be on standby to watch Niiyama ever since you were a first year. Your mom would too, attending your matches and subconsciously blending in the cheering crowd.

You heaved a sigh and puffed a chuckle. In your mind, you thought that the timezones were to blame. Another reason of the short cackle was that you didn’t even do anything except to serve as standby.

What was dad so proud about? You chuckle lightly and turn off your phone. You still needed energy to preserve for playing. Being a burden now to your team would be the slithering rope that would choke you as a memory. Best not to let that happen.

•  •  • l▒▒▒▒l 🏐...

“[L/N], go in there.”

Holy COW, we’re going to lose.

The whistle blew, notifying the game that a player was going to be switched in, which was Niiyama’s #11. You.

You recall the "service ace" that took place yesterday featuring Kageyama. You give a light chortle to the flashback, as a coping mechanism, and head to your spot after showing the placard for the substitution. A given eight seconds will be provided for you to serve the ball to the other side of the net.

Kageyama, being transparent as you talked to him once you bought their snacks, felt upset about your skills as a setter. You asked for a gentle critique of what he thinks about your assets and how he manages to rack up such motivation in a pinch moment.

“I don’t think I experience discouragement anymore when I’m on the court.” Kageyama answered me while we were waiting for Tanaka and Nishinoya to finish hogging the whole convenience store.

There goes my budget for the week, I guess. Haha not like I had that much budget in the first place.

“Why is that?” I asked him, leaning against the wall and fetching a glance at my right.

“I just can’t mess up even if I try?”

“KAGEYAMA! How is that gonna help her?!”

“Well you try and give advice to her then, you dumbass!”

The two bicker again. The sun retaliates the moon and b.s is happening. Damn, Karasuno’s first years are wild.

I mean their second-years are both idiots, kind of, but still—it’s always the freshmen. Crazy lunatics.

Well it’s not like Kageyama was wrong. His mind’s as clear as the sunny sky with no clouds whatsoever when he’s playing. Just him and the glaring sun. You decided to compare it to that for your thesis.