Winner [Haikyu!! x OC] (Completed)

Lost

I stagger my way into the managers' dorm and fall into my bed. I've stayed up late practicing with the guys every night for three days. I'm not even working as hard as they are and I'm exhausted. Not that I can sleep.

I've had to resort to more primal tactics to keep the other managers away from Oikawa. Well, to keep Rina and Honoka away from Oikawa.

Michi doesn't seem to care enough to fight me, and Aya actually came to talk to me the first night and thanked me for setting her straight. She said she had always let herself get dragged along by Rina and Honoka's antics at past camps, but she isn't going to do that anymore. And I've seen her increased, dedicated effort for her team the past few days. She's been sharing managing tips and techniques with me, and we even traded numbers.

I smile into my pillow. Aya is my first friend in Japan outside the Seijoh Boys Volleyball Club.

I'm honestly grateful for her kindness and maturity. It's refreshing amidst the chaos of continually pulling tricks out of my sleeve to stay one step ahead of the Cougar Twins, as I've dubbed Rina and Honoka behind their backs. And maybe once or twice to their faces. Not that they understood me.

After ceaseless creative threats, fruitless appeals to their sense of reason, and a few well-aimed volleyballs, Rina and Honoka have it out for me. And I wouldn't put it past them to pull some sort of prank on me while I'm sleeping. So I haven't been sleeping much. Though I can proudly say that I have thus far been successful in preventing them from getting their mitts all over Oikawa.

I toss and turn for a good half hour before throwing off my blankets, grabbing my phone, and giving in to what has become my coping strategy this week: exploring the grounds of Shiratorizawa Academy at night, when there's no one around, and a soft wind whips the moonlight around me.

I walk down the perfectly manicured path, taking a left at the now familiar courtyard to make my way down a path I haven't explored yet. I breathe in the cool air, relishing a shiver as the breeze rushes against my skin. It's slightly colder than it has been the past couple nights. Maybe I should have brought my jacket.

My phone buzzes, making me gasp and jump. I wince at the light from the screen as I open a new text message from my dad.

Lil, you awake?

I roll my eyes and type a response.

Yes.

Seconds later, my phone screen lights up with an incoming call from Dad.

I turn a corner into another maze of walkways and answer the call with, "Dad, you know it's almost midnight, right?"

"Hey, Lil. Is it really? I was working on my book."

"Of course you were."

"I felt like I suddenly ran out of inspiration, so I thought I'd give you a call."

"Okay," I shiver again with the breeze. "I'm all ears. What are you writing about? What do you need inspiration for?"

"I'm... not sure..." he says slowly.

I sigh. That's author lingo for, 'I know exactly what I'm writing, but I feel like there's something missing and I'm not going to tell you about it until I feel like it's complete.'

"Dad," I chide. "If you tell me what the hole is, I'll probably be able to help you fill it better."

"Lil-chan? Is that you?"