Announcer: "If you are just tuning in now, Y/N and Hiro are now at their final set. The score is at 40-30 in Y/N's favor. With both of their schools' tied at the same amount of matches won, winning this means winning the Nationals."
A loud crowd could be heard erupting . The weather was nice and warm, but for some reason, your hands felt cold. Hiro looked drained, but had a look of determination on his face. You bounced the ball as you got ready to serve. The crowd suddenly went dead silent.
You looked around. Your teammates all had a slight look of admiration and hope. The enemy bench looked antsy.
'I can't keep up this form for much longer...'
Your new focus state, you aptly dubbed "Flow State", felt like it was nearing his end.
'If I'm going to win, it's going to be now.'
Right before you toss the ball up, you switch your racket hand to your left.
Announcer: "I think he's going to go for it, his famous serve, The Twist Serve."
You inhaled, exhaled, and tossed the ball up. Your arm contorts and twists until you swing at the ball.
WHISH
One Year Later...
"Now Arriving At... Seoul, Korea."
A monotone voice came over the intercom. Your sleepy eyes finally opened up and you looked out the window
'It's nice over here.'
The plane finally rolled onto the ground and was slowing to a stop.
You felt a kick on the back of your seat, followed by a child's wails.
'It's a miracle I managed to sleep.'
Eventually, the plane started to let people leave the plane and you were no different. Walking out of the plane, a cold breeze hit your frame.
Y/N: "Brr... I guess cold is always cold wherever you go."
A text message notification buzzed from your phone.
Aki: Are you here yet?
Aki, a long time friend of yours, had invited you to live in Korea with him for a while. He knew that you needed a new environment, so he decided to offer you an apartment to live in.
'He did say he got a new job, which got him a new accommodation. Wonder what job would get him that?'
Y/N: Yeah, I'm here now.
Aki: Okay, I sent a driver over. It should be pretty obvious which one it is. He should be there in like, ten minutes.
You go and grab your luggage from the drop off area. All you had were a backpack, your tennis bag, and a suitcase. Walking outside of the airport, there was a line of black cars.
'He said it would be obvious...'
Trying to gauge which car was yours, a honk suddenly rang out. Looking at the road, you see a big white van pull up. It parked in front of you and the doors swung open.
'Is he going to offer me candy?'
You watch in horror as a man comes out, holding a sign of your highschool freshman picture.
Y/N: "HEY! I'M RIGHT HERE!"
You immediately rush to the van and chuck your luggage into the open van. The sign that was once in his hands was ripped away from him. You crushed it and threw it down.
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Even The Darkest Stars Still Burn... (M!Reader X AESPA)
FanfictionA high-school tennis star phenom from Japan finds himself in Korea, only a year after winning Nationals. Will he brought back to the tennis world once more, or will he find something more important than the sport?