~Haikyuu One Shots~

MatsuHana: Alive (1)

Uhm... Hey, I'm Matsukawa Issei, but just call me Mattsun. I'm 24 years old and go to University Johsai. Well, I went.
One and a half year ago, I had a crazy headache and felt like I could vomit any second. So I went to the hospital, my mother went along with me.
I had to do some weird tests and even weirder medical examinations only to hear one thing:

"I am sorry Issei-san, but you have a brain tumor."

Well, many people would be very shocked and would cry or get angry, screaming their lungs out, only natural, but somehow, I did not feel a thing. Maybe I knew it subconsciously.
I mean, what I felt that day wasn't only a small headache. But my mother couldn't handle the diagnosis. She started to cry and to yell at the doctor, how he could say that into my face without any empathy.
I took her in my arms, slowly stroking her shoulder.
"It's okay mom, don't worry. Everything's gonna be alright. I'll be fine." Pretty ironic, isn't it?
The sicko is comforting his mother. Please, don't take me wrong, I was scared. But the cause wasn't the tumor, it were my feelings I hadn't had that day. That I wasn't afraid of maybe dying in a few years, or even months or weeks, who knows?
But as you can read, I live for over a year with the tumor now and it's kinda okay, if you can say so...
Well, it could be better, but my mother is very overprotective. Because of her, I have to go to the hospital every day and sometimes even have to stay there for couple of days. Even though the doctors are telling her, that it would be enough to come to a check up once a week. If I take my pills regularly, there shouldn't be a problem.
But enough about my past, I mean, it happened and I have to live with it. Now I'm telling you my story from today on.

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I put on my jeans, sweater and shoes, looking at the clock. 10 am.
Good, time for my morning walk. I put on a scarf and a beanie. Before I left my room I took a bottle of water and my pills, swallowing them with a sip out of the bottle.
Today was the second day of my stay at the hospital. The nurses already knew me, because I'm literally every day here. I nodded to them while passing by and they would always say a friendly:

"Have a nice walk, Matsukawa-kun."

The moment I stepped outside the building, I took a deep breath of the cold air, trying to enjoy this moment, when suddenly I inhaled some cigarette smoke. As I turned around to see, who the smoker was, I saw the most handsome man in the world.
He had short rose hair, a tired look on his face and a weird, yet cute clothing style. He was wearing a black sweater, which was at least two sizes too big, a cute light green beanie with two pompoms, each had a different colour and a pink jeans, where he apparently sewed on-

"Hey, you've been staring at me for like hours. Are you explaining my style to yourself or do you have a problem with my looks? Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him. Damn, was I this obvious?

"Nah, not really, thought you look cute." I said. Sometimes I'm shocked about myself of how honest I am.

He looked shocked for a moment too and I even thought, that he blushed a little, but I guess it was only because of the cold wind.
But anyway, he had to laugh.
"No homo, right?" The most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. God damn it I think I've fallen for him.

"All of a homo." He laughed even more after I said that and went to me, finishing smoking his cigarette.
"So, Expressionless-san. Wanna go to the coffee shop?" He grinned.

Is he that cute on purpose?

"Yeah sure." I shrugged. As we walked to the coffee shop, which was near the hospital, many people were staring at him on the way.
However, he did not seem to bother, laughing happily while talking to me.
So adorable.

Sometimes I hated the look on my face. I lost some friends and even partners because of it, they always thought I was bored with or tired of them, but no. It's just how my face was.
We both sat down and started to drink our coffee. He looked so adorable, when he drank his weird shake. I didn't even understand what he said, as he ordered it. It sounded like the summoning of a demon.
"So tell me, Expressionless-san, what were you doing at the hospital?" He ate his whipped cream with sprinkles.

I didn't want to answer him. At university, I had some good friends, Iwaizumi, Yahaba, Kindachi, Kunimi... Yeah I said had. Because, when I told them my diagnosis, they all started to have a look of pity on their faces every time we met. And they started to become overprotective like my mother and it annoyed me. I hate this look. The look of pity.
"Just visiting my grandma." I mumbled and took a sip of my coffee.
"We know each other for like fifteen minutes and I already know how you look when you're lying." He smirked at me.
What? I thought I'm Mr Expressionless?
"Well, and I know how you look when you have whipped cream all over your mouth." I responded and then he laughed again, licking the cream from his lips. Shit, that looks kinda hot.
"I'm starting to like you a lot, Expressionless-san." He chuckled and continued drinking his coffee.
"Mhm... Me too. But why were you at the hospital?" Suddenly, the expression on his face changed, he started to smirk, but his eyes stayed blank.
"I'm a sicko, but oh well, let me just say, that I visited my grandma..."
He continued to smirk and it sent me shivers down my spine.
God damn it, I want to know, what illness he has. But I nodded only.