undercover | tobio kageyama x oc

3: An old face

Yachi hadn't lied, that was for sure.

Haru stared at the maroon-haired stranger in the bathroom mirror, carefully picking at a few stray strands of hair. It seemed that a wig and a tracksuit were all she needed to pass as a guy. Her new locks gave her a rugged look, sharpening her once soft features. And without the skirt, there was no obvious sign that she had ever been a girl.

Honestly, she considered herself quite good-looking in her disguise... In an effeminate delinquent sort of way...

After- a final adjustment to her hair, she took one last look in the mirror and nodded confidently to herself—or rather, her new self.

She was ready.

Haru exited the bathroom and headed to the boys' gym, a sign-up sheet tucked in her bag. She had waited around 20 minutes after school ended before changing into her disguise, choosing the farthest and most inconvenient bathroom to do so. Was it excessive? Probably, but she wanted to ensure her plan was absolutely foolproof.

She had actually gone to their gym earlier in the morning to sign up but her nerves had gotten the best of her. When faced with the daunting gym doors she completely froze up and later retreated with her tail between her legs.

She wasn't normally such a coward. In fact, she was known to be quite brave by others around her. In class, if there was ever a bug she would be the first to chuck it away, and at home, her brother often called her a freak for being able to watch horror movies without flinching.

But this situation was different. The stakes were high. If her plan went wrong, she wouldn't have a chance to play volleyball professionally—the sport she loved and had dedicated her entire life to. She would have to change schools and miss a whole season, which could lead to another, and another, and another... And that fear of hers was much more substantial than a measly spider or a ghost on TV.

Haru was going to join the club for sure. She had to.

However, despite feeling more confident, when she arrived at the gym, she'd frozen in front of the doors all the same, gripping her bag like a vice. She wouldn't turn back now, not after she had spent a good twenty minutes ensuring her disguise was up to scruff. But she was still hesitant. What if they saw through it? Haru didn't consider herself all that feminine but perhaps somehow they would just know. Was there such a thing as 'guys' intuition'? she supposed something like that could exist...

However, her thoughts were interrupted as a tall blonde boy with glasses passed by. He glanced at her briefly, just enough for her to recognize him as the one who had seen her peeking into the gym last week.

Without her disguise.

Shit. In that second panic overcame her and thoughts darted around in her head. Does he recognise me? Surely not... He only saw me at a distance. Oh god can he tell it's a wig?

Haru didn't have any more time to think about it though. He simply opened the door and walked through without acknowledging her... But he hadn't closed it.

Her shoulders loosened and she took a deep breath. A chance. Before she could lose any more confidence she followed the blonde and stepped through, sliding the doors shut behind her. There was no going back now.

Her eyes scanned the gym. It was busy. Half the boys practised their serves and receives while the others set and spiked. What surprised her was the amount of members they had; around ten to twelve. Much more than she was used to. And still, everyone was involved in practice, spiking and receiving until their sweat dropped. A far cry from the girl's team, with most of the members being casual and all.