˗ˏˋ꒦・WHEREIN, a volleyball player is added into a suspicious group chat by a certain glam friend.
• blue lock x amab!reader
• kinda chatfic
• slight haikyu crossover
❝ OK NEPO BABY ❞ ⸝⸝ ❝ AT LEAST IM ACTUALLY USEFUL AT SOMETHING ❞
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SOME DAY IN JANUARY, TUESDAY SOMEWHERE IN TOKYO, [Y/N] OIKAWA'S APARTMENT 4:20 A.M.
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It's early in the morning. The day had barely started, the moon still shone in the sky. The neighborhood was dead silent. Yet inside of a dimly lit room lay a certain teenager. A charging smartphone sat at their bedside, softly playing a melancholic tune from their playlist. Days have passed since their crushing defeat in Nationals. In a perfect world, him and his setter wouldn't have gained some sort of mild injury. In a perfect world, he could've been the one standing on the podium three days ago with a trophy labeled 'Best Ace'. In a perfect world, he wouldn't be left sulking in their room about some loss.
Yet this was not that reality. In this world, he lost the final round of his second biggest tournament. If he wasn't such a stubborn idiot, his right hand would still be good. If he wasn't so obstinate, he could've gotten that final spike and proved to the entire world that he was worthy of his title. More and more what-ifs flooded their brain, all of the different possibilities that could've happened if he wasn't such a fucking dumbass. Everything felt like shit as it all started falling apart in their head, forcing them to spiral in a pool of negativity. The music suddenly started sounding louder, the once soft tunes suddenly felt like they were breaking through his ear drums. It feels too much. Everything feels so overwhelming. Why won't it sto-
An annoyingly familiar alarm cuts through the teen's line of thought. The music that had once been playing has now been interrupted by an impossibly cheery and upbeat tune.
They let out the umpteenth sigh this week.
5:00 A.M.
It was far too early to be awake at that time. They rolled on the bed, finding a comfortable position. He doesn't have practice today. From here on out, his high school volleyball team would no longer hold practice sessions, with only the die-hard rookies using the courts. There was no reason for them to start their routine right now. Besides, classes start at 8. The day could start much later, right?
And as such, he took the phone and set a new alarm. They chose a new playlist, one that wasn't as depressing as the first. There was no need for something so sad to play while he slept, his all-nighter was now over and with just 2 hours of shuteye in his system, all that was needed was sleep and not any more tears falling down his cheeks.
No more tears shed that morning. Encased by the warm comforter and the pillows surrounding them, he falls deep into slumber, having forgotten what transpired just minutes ago. All that was heard now were the soft snores of the sleeping teen, and the newer, calmer playlist. Finally, the sun peeked through the clouds and the moon slowly set, for a day of much amusement was about to start.
