Suga We're Goin' Down ~A Haikyuu Fanfic

Eight: University Love

The familiar streets of Japan are welcome to me after the strenuous trip I have just been on. Sure, Cambridge was amazing, and the fact that they want me to go is even better, but I am missing something I really need to be at.

Sugar-chan sent me a text five minutes ago telling me that the game is starting.  how convenient,  whenever you're in rush,  you end up stuck in traffic.  Stuck in traffic!  I'm meant to be at the arena,  cheering for Sugar-chan and the Karasuno volleyball team.

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This wasn't fair at all! I'm just stuck now, I got accepted into the debatably best university back home, yet all i wanted to do, was reject their offer and go back to Japan for my gap year!  It's not fair that I'm missing out on something I was entitled to, and that I had been promised.  This holiday in Japan for a year was what got me through two years at that hellish rich academic college.  I hate this! 

The campus is amazing. It's truly beautiful,  the layout is so posh and old. I feel like I'm walking in some historical place. Honestly,  I feel like I'm wandering around the set of a television show set on a Victorian estate. Everything feels to warm and familiar. Just because it's all so ornate and prestigious. It's stunning in structure, but what is aggravating, is because I went to posh a posh primary school, secondary school and college, Cambridge just seems like an inevitable step up. I will again be associating with people from Eaton and Harrow and of course, other students from my previous schools. It'll just be another three years with the same old crowd.

The staff seem friendly, but it would be stupid not to, there isn't really anywhere better to be an educator than Cambridge University, except maybe it's competitors, like Oxford and Durham. But it all feels false. I would much rather be in Japan, supporting Karasuno to the tournament. Soon they'll be competing, some for potentially their last time.

I cross my fingers, hoping that they can hang on until I get back. I know that this will be one hell of a pinch, but I have to be there for my friends. Is it bad that I'm not paying attention to my guide? I probably should acknowledge her words as we draw nearer to the interview room. If I can get into this university then I'll die! I will die! Both from happiness and sadness.

Despite all of my qualms and negativity toward the uni, it is Cambridge. You would have to be stupid to complain about an acceptance there. I guess I'm more bratty then anybody gave me credit for?

But my hate for being as rich as I am makes me hesitant to try and impress the interviewer....

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We're closer to the arena now, but we're still stuck in traffic. I glance at my phone, I had changed the time accordingly upon landing. They've been playing for quite a while now. And we're just over half way to the game. Sugar-chan must have sent me a text during one of the time outs, just to let me know how Karasuno is doing.

'Aoba Johsai is a really tough team! We can't wait for the good luck charm to arrive and give us a bit of extra motivation.'

'Never give up, Sugar-chan! I'll be there asap! c: '

"Excuse me?" I ask the cabbie in Japanese.

"Yes?"

"How long would it take to walk the rest of the way? Or run?" I ask.

"It's really hard trip, Miss." I am discouraged. "It'll take you longer on foot than it would in here. Please be patient, Miss."

"Right, sorry." I hang my head and go back to thinking about the trip.

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I was accepted to the university, immediately after my interview, my dad treated me to a meal at a fancy Japanese place. He's smiling. He's proud. But of course he is. He and my mother went to Cambridge.

"Asha, honey, do you remember why we wanted you to go to Cambridge?" My dad asks as we toast my acceptance.

"Yes." I murmur. He clearly didn't hear me.

"It's so you could follow our education pathway. You went to every school your mother attended, and now you're going to the university in which we met and fell in love."

Yuck. How cheesy.

"We hope you will not only excel at your studies, but find a husband at Cambridge too, honey."

"So you can marry me off?" I tease.

"Please don't humour the power of university love."

"Yes because you both loved Cambridge a bit more than each other." I roll my eyes.

"Asha! Stop playing around and pay attention!"

"I'm sorry."

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We're close now! Really close! Like outside of the stadium car park close. I can't miss another second of the match. Clutching my ticket close to my chest, I rise from the cap, grateful to be lacking luggage. My father reluctantly agreed to take my baggage home so I could support "Sugarwawa Cushy". I hand the driver a huge wad of yen.

"Keep the change." I smile before literally jumping out of the cab and sprinting to the stadium. My 'Karasumo Fly' shirt is on and flapping in the wind as I run. Stupid oversized clothing. Stupid wind resistance.

I get my ticket scanned by one of the people on duty and stare at the court location list. Finding the court will be cake. It's the middle one!

I rush to the stands and lean over the railings, trying to see the score.

"I see London, I see France. I see that chick's underpants!" a young child chants as I look over for an indicator.

"We're going down." One of the guys on the bench muses.

The hall is making his last word echo. Damn, Suga said he wanted to qualify this year. They're going down in an earlier round. They weren't meant to struggle this early on in the tourney.

"Suga!" I call from my place in the stands. He looks up and smiles happily, thumb up. I roll my eyes. "Suga! We're goin' down!"

Suga's golden eyes widen in horror at that statement.

"C'mon Mr Reliable! Get in the game!" I encourage. Suga looks lost, conflicted, unsure.

"You can!" I enthuse.

"I can?"

"You can!"

"ASHA-CHAN!" Nishinoya exclaims from his place offside. As the libero, he has the most fluidity in play. 

"You made it!"

"Of course I did! Now go and win!" I pump my fist.