Fly ||Haikyuu Oneshots||

Who? Me?-Tendou Satori (1)

   You had been in a slump for a while. It was infuriating to deal with as an artist. You constantly had an art block now. And when that art block meant you couldn't get a portfolio set up for art school, it was kind of a big deal. You had done about half of it, but there was stuff you needed that hadn't been finished.

   You planned on doing at least one based off of a person, whether that was identity, emotion, a portrait—you didn't have a plan. But you needed to get something like that soon. Or you would have to just figure something else out.

   You sat in the art room, a sketchbook placed in front of you on the desk. There was nothing on the page. You would sketch a line or two and have to pause to angrily erase. You torn a few pages this way. You tapped your pencil against the desk in thought, staring at the white sheet in front of you.

   Like every other day for the last three weeks, you watched as all of your friends painted or sketched or sculpted. There was something you wanted to capture that you just couldn't find. But, because you couldn't find it, you didn't even know what it was.

   "Still stuck, L/n?" Someone asked behind you. You turned around. Saito Yuuichi, the head of the club, was behind you, looking down at your eraser torn paper.

   You sighed and crumbled the paper, tossing it lamely toward the trash can. "How could you tell?"

   Saito smiled awkwardly. "It's okay to be in a slump, you know. You don't have to get it right away."

   "Normally, I'd agree," you said. "But if I don't get this portfolio finished, I probably lose my chance at my scholarship. I have to get this done, and I can't think of...anything."

   "You could try what I always do," Saito offered. "When I can't think of anything to draw, I always go take a walk until I find something. Or, at the very least, it's a change of pace from just sitting here."

   You thought about it for a moment. You didn't really have any reason not to. It wasn't like your time was really spent better sitting in the art room. You stood up and grabbed your things. "I might as well try..."

"That's the spirit," Saito said. "Now, go. We'll be here for a while if you decide to come back."

You nodded and walked out on to campus. Shiratorizawa was a massive school, so you had an abundance of things to look at. You had studied a lot of these buildings before, so you had a feeling there wouldn't be anything here that interested you. You could try to draw them and see if you got anything out of it.

Despite the thought, you kept walking.

Down the road, you heard shoes squeaking. It was from one of the gyms. Who was practicing in there? You weren't sure until you heard someone call out, "Wakatoshi!"

You weren't the most knowledgable when it came to sports, but everyone knew who Ushijima Wakatoshi was. You had gone to watch the team's games once or twice, but other than the big star player, you didn't really know any of them. Maybe they would be interesting to watch.

You approached the door slowly. You weren't sure if you should just walk in there, but something told you the answer was no. Should you just stand there awkwardly and watch until someone noticed you? Wait, no, that would be really fucking creepy. Was there a way to watch without being creepy...?

   You ended up going with just standing at the door, watching as the boys played. It made you feel strange, but you didn't really know how else to do this. The boys appeared to be playing a practice game with another you had never seen before. The other team looked a little older than all of you, but maybe only by one or two years.