𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 55

„The winners of this year's National Spring Interhigh tournament is Nekoma girl's team!” a boisterous voice announced, and Y/n stood in one place, frozen, her breathing coming to a halt as she tried her best to process the spoken words.

Screaming, cheering and jovial chanting from the auditorium only made her even more dazed than she already was, slipping further into the abyss of her flabbergasted state, she fell on her knees, as the muffled sounds around her slowly diminished until they completely ceased to exist.

I did it. I actually did it.

Pulling her out of her dazed state was none other than Kyoko, embracing the girl tightly as she fell on her knees as well.

„You did it, captain!”

„No,” she mumbled, „we did it.”

Kyoko then moved backwards just enough to take a proper look at her face, and Y/n offered her a playful, weak smile, „And I think I told you a million times already to call me Y/n.”

The other girl giggled at her words, enfolding the girl tightly yet another time, „And I told you already that you'll always be my captain.”

Not long after that, all the other girls from the Nekoma team approached the two, all of them forming a group hug as they laughed louder than ever before. They screamed, still not entirely grasping the fact that after all this time, after all those exhausting days of practicing, they had finally won.

Except this time, many things were different from the last year. And as her thoughts spiralled all the way back to the last year's nationals, to the day she had begun to doubt her love for volleyball, her embrace on her team tightened, and her eyes met the now blurry lights on the ceiling that seemed to be too far away from her.

January 21st last year was the day it all changed.

Y/n and her father had been standing near the airport, her aunt begun to weep loudly, burying her face in Y/n's left shoulder, her nostrils taking in the scent of her clothes, her hair, and just simply put, the scent of her, for one last time before they were supposed to leave her alone once again.

„Don't grow up too much while you're gone, Y/n.”

Merging her gaze with her father's, Y/n caressed her aunt's back feebly, feeling the familiar aching spreading in her throat again.

„I won't,” she added weakly, her voice quivering.

„A/n, I'm sorry to interrupt you two but it's time for us to go,” the man said, and the woman's embrace on the girl immediately tightened, as it gradually weakened, with her arms ultimately leaving the young girl and going back in her brother's direction.

„You don't really have to remind me of that every ten seconds, D/n,” she spoke, wiping the tears away while Y/n's eyes went further behind her father, noticing two familiar figures in the distance.

They were running, and the fact that Kenma actually seemed to be moving willingly surprised her, as she subconsciously began walking towards the sliding door, attracting her father's and aunt's gazes momentarily.

„Sweetheart where are you g-” spotting the two familiar faces, both out of breath, utterly exhausted, he feebly smiled.

Y/n immediately embraced both of them, and they returned the hug promptly, and she could distinctly feel their warm breaths on her skin as they tried to calm their breathing down.

„What are you idiots doing here?!” she said, embracing them more strenuously than before.

„We had to say goodbye again,” Kuroo added, still catching air inconsistently.