Monochromatic: Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 53: Futures

Future, what a scary thing it holds.

But that's a part of life: sometimes, choices can be permanent, and it's perfectly okay to feel afraid. They say that what you want to do in life will come to you like a flicker of a lightbulb - but none of such thing has occurred... not just yet.

During the bonfire, it was no surprise that everyone immediately noticed Oikawa's absence. They all assumed that he stayed in at the infirmary for the evening - and they think it's such a shame. It's his third and last year, and yet he spent it alone stuck in a room. Au contraire, this year's Sports Festival is undeniably the best one for Oikawa Tooru.

But that's over now. Play time is over, and opening exams were approaching fast.

The class was gloomier than usual on the next day. Yoriko-sensei stood on the front desk with a glass jar, filled with strips of paper. She was a woman in her late thirties, light creases etch on her face as she flashed her class a sweet smile before speaking.

"Did everyone put their career choice in the box?"

Everyone nodded.

She dips her hand into the jar. "Remember: I made it anonymous so that anyone can put what they want without judgement. Now..."

Unrolling the paper, she read.

"Architect. Oh! There's lots of good scholarships offered for architects. Good choice!"

And so she continued drawing randomly, from electrical engineers to video game designers and voice acting - and everyone seems to have a good idea of who those come from. It's an easy game of connect the dots. Yoriko sensei got to "professional athlete" and everyone looked over their shoulder and shoots Oikawa and a knowing look. Because it's got to be one of them.

They're down to the last strip, and Yoriko-sensei drew it. When she unraveled the strip, she frowned.

"What's wrong, sensei?"

She flashed the paper to the rest of the class - and the front of it looked much like it was on the back.

"It's... blank."

"Eh?!" One of the students gasped. "How are they gonna pick their major?"

"I don't know." Yoriko sensei placed the paper down on her desk. "This person just hasn't figured it out yet."

She looked up to her class, eyeing every single one of them. "I'm not going to pressure the student to confess, however. Whoever you are, I suggest you pay a visit to the counselor's office for career possibilities. That's all. Class dismissed.

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9:34 PM.

Fukui looks back to this now, groaning dreadfully to herself as she buries herself in her text book. These long paragraphs stack up into a colossal, heavy blocks of text - and she wonders how they managed to fit so many words in this page. She could always resort to busying herself with other things in the house. Maybe she could ask the kids if they need anything - there's a chance that they could be awake, so Fukui gets up, until -

"So, Ume-chan," Oikawa looks up at Fukui from his notes, "Did you ever see the counselor after class?"

Fukui freezes on the spot.

Oh shit. He knew.

Fukui chuckles weakly, "About that...It didn't help."