🌊𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤🏐

•satori tendō 🌪

-12 years ago, in your POV-

"monster!"

"don't let him come to our team!"

those are the names satori always get called. but I know that he's not a monster. he is just different from the rest. like him, i get these nicknames too. monster, creep and beast. but i'm slowly getting used to it.

it was just another afternoon where the students are training in the gym. they were going to play 3 on 3 but no one wants the red haired child in their team. it was really sad, but i could not help him.

so he just had a one man show, doing all sorts of receives, sets and blocks on his own. it was then when i realized he was not just different, but extraordinary. he was a monster, in a good way.

he shuts down every ball, leaving the opponent dumbstruck and shocked. no one talked to him afterwards, they wouldn't even look at him without giving him that dirty look. i could tell that he is really feeling lonely deep down in his heart, but he didn't show it.

after the training, he gathered his things and began walking out of the gym. i quickly called him and pulled him towards the local park with a volleyball in my hand, pleading him to teach me how to block and spike.

we've been going like this for a few months now. after school, we'll go to the park and practice volleyball.

it was until one day, when i finally got accepted into the girls team. i wanted to share the good piece of news to satori, i waited for him at the park we always hang out at for minutes, hours, and days. but he never came.

i stood in the rain everyday waiting for him, but that familiar red hair was never in sight. after a few weeks of continuation of waiting, i finally gave up and told myself that he'll never come back.

i was depressed at that time, people calling me monster and no one coming to help me. no one was by my side, other than him. but now that he's gone, i felt extremely lonely. i miss him. he abandoned me...

i woke up in bed, covered in sweat and tears stained the sides of my cheeks. i had that dream again, everyone calling me a monster and satori leaving me. everyday i wondered, what did i do wrong? was i being too annoying? is that why he abandoned me and left? maybe he thought i was a monster too.

i shut my eyes, forcing myself to go to sleep but i could not, no matter how hard i tried. those memories were still haunting me.

i sat up in bed, turning on the bedside lamp. the picture of satori and i was lying on the table, and my heart clenched each time I see that picture.

i sighed. it was currently 4am in the morning. it was too early to do anything. i ironed my uniform again and decided to make breakfast. a cup of coffee and pancakes was all i needed right now.

as i wore the shiratorizawa uniform, i took out my manga and read them, then i packed my bag and tying my [hair color] hair up into a messy ponytail.

the time now was 5am, and school starts in another 3 more hours. i looked at the volleyball lying in the corner of the floor, and began tossing it and spiking it to the ground repeatedly, my hand stinging from the sensation of the ball. it always felt good, i loved it. i loved volleyball. because of him.

i began the 20 minutes walk to my school. time check, 5.20am. i strolled peacefully, letting the cold wind bite away my thoughts. it was damn cold right now.

the sun was not even up, making the roads dim. i just hope that i would not trip over a rock and die. well, i hoped i would, because i would not need to go to school in that case.