Monochromatic: Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 44: The Beach

Fukui puts down her phone into her pocket, just a second late before a volleyball smacked right in her face.

"Gwuaah!! Fuku-chan, I'm sorry!" Bokuto shrieks in horror. The only one who cackled in the gym is her cousin - loudly too. There's only the captains and vices (of Karasuno, Nekoma, and Fukurodani) present in the same gym, so no one is exactly a well trained medic. Bokuto-san placed in one of the top five best aces in the country - and that shows when the volleyball patterns imprinted themselves onto her cheeks.

Oh. And her nose is bleeding too.

Kuroo stops laughing.

"Someone get a towel." It's Akaashi that handles her gently, putting a hand on her shoulder as he rubbed soothingly on her back, "how do you you feel, Fukui-san?"

"Ah... A little bit dazed. I think I'm okay." Fukui reassures with a stupid grin - stupid one when she's leaking blood through her nostrills. She takes the clean towel from Daichi and holds it up to her nose.

"It hasn't even been a day, and you're already hurt..." Kuroo shakes his head like a disappointed parent. "Come on, that's enough. We're returning you to the manager's room."

Fukui frowns, "no, Tetsurou I'm fine, I swear - "

"Nope. Not buying it. Mom's gonna kick my ass if you come home with a scratch." He says with a pointed look. With a sigh, Fukui complies in defeat and follows him out of the gym. It swings close and it's silent for a while.

"I'm surprised that those two are actually related..." Sugawara trails off. "We... unknowingly visited her house a couple weeks ago."

"Well, they're both fairly tall," Daichi adds.

"She's been going to these camps for the past two years as Nekoma's team manager," Akaashi says, " - until recently. She had to move. "

"Akaashi... This is all my fault..." Bokuto's eyes looks like he really did resent what he had done. He slouches down, an all too familiar form that screams dejection. Just when Bokuto is finally getting scoring streaks during the match, he goes into dejected mode.

"Bokuto-san, stop sulking. We still have to continue the match."

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The walk back to the manager's room at this time is pretty deserted, for everyone has gone to the lunchroom for dinner. Fukui follows right behind Kuroo, who doesn't look worried at all. Not all that surprising, for Kuroo is known for his laid-back personality.

"But - I still have to greet Aya-chan..." Fukui protests, muffled by the towel.

"You'll see her eventually, quit whining," Kuroo says, "stay put there for the rest of the evening. You share rooms with her along with the other managers anyways."

" - Plus, you get to see her tomorrow when we all go to the beach."

Fukui's eyes widens.

"No... No - no no no no no," Fukui says in barely contained horror, "please tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding. But you don't have to swim since you can't," Kuroo says.

"No not that," Fukui says, "Aya-chan will be in a swimsuit."

"So?"

"Tsukki will be there."

"And?" Kuroo shrugs, "what's wrong with those two lovebirds? I think they'd make a cute couple."

"How dare you," Fukui says, " how dare you oppose me like this, when I'm matching her up with Oikawa."

"I just support whichever amuses me the most," Kuroo says, and he really does mean it. That glasses kid from Karasuno is always so composed, like he's truly made of ice. And after seeing him practically scowl at him the other night for simply draping his arm around Ayame, it was definitely a sight to see... It's a nice change to see someone's icy personality melt a little.