trashcan (literal trash)

30 Seconds ( oneshot )

Instead of making another oneshot on a zombie apocalypse and all, I decided to generate a plot which I don't deem . . . Overused. To everyone who wwwuuuvs zombies, pardon me. This is ummm KageHina for now. This isn't suited for DaiSuga at all, not even AsaNoya so . . .

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"Kageyama, if you keep on running late for class and all, I will be forced to contact your parents overseas." The coach spoke calmly, in a manner that didn't threaten you but still held pressure. Keishin sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, observing the first year.

"You didn't come to volleyball practice yesterday, either. I've been hearing of rumors about you being so depressed you decided to quit the club. I won't question anything else, but I do hope you'll resolve whatever inner conflict you're having at the moment."

"Yes, coach. Thank you for your concern." Kageyama bowed low, receiving a breath of disapproval from the older individual.
"Stop saying it as if it's normally none of my business. Of course I'd be concerned. You aren't being yourself as of late. Even the densest of people started seeing it." He passed by the student, patting his back in the process. "I'm counting on you. It's your own life."

As he disappeared into the shop, the blue - eyed male straightened himself up, though he didn't raise his head. He simply gripped the handle of the grocery bag tighter and started to walk away. Coming here on a Saturday morning and having a little chat with the coach was quite refreshing, as he had been surrounded by innumerable troubles these past few days.

Tobio took the curve and started heading back to his own house, neck bent and eyes trained on the ground. He couldn't help but think about what the coach had just told him, and that he wanted to tell him so badly about his current ordeal, but he doubted someone would even believe him.

It wasn't as if he didn't trust the coach that much so as to think he wouldn't comply with a tale simply abnormal. It was just that . . . It was very abnormal for the good of everyone and everything. At the time it had started, he didn't really to believe it either, but as the troubles stuck to him like glue, he eventually came to accept what is there.

Suddenly, he heard a scream come from a child, followed by loud wailing. Immediately, he started sprinting as fast as he could towards the source of sound. Upon arriving, he witnessed a scene in the park which wasn't normal either.

A boy was on the ground, neck cracked and skull split open just under a large tree. Blood started pooling under him as a lady who seemed to be his mother started running towards the spot in a panick. He seemed to be about seven years of age, a female companion crying beside him. Maybe that was where the scream came from. Even for him, this was much too grotesque of a scene.

As the realization dawned upon him, he decided to use his abilities for now, like how he always would do. He checked the time on his phone and frowned. He could make it. Surely. Closing his eyelids, he felt himself getting sucked into some kind of wormhole, but it was much milder of a feeling. In a moment, he now felt whole and he opened his eyes.

There, infront of him, was the park. A few feet away was the same girl and the seven - year - old  boy trying to get to the top of a tall tree. Suddenly, he lost footing, and he started to flail his arms around in a panic and in attempts to regain balance. Following his instincts, Kageyama discarded of the grocery bag on the sidewalk and dashed towards the falling boy.

He held his arms out, deciding to catch the kid to atleast soften his fall. He wouldn't want to see the same open skull and weeping child he would have witnessed 30 seconds later.

As the weight pressed down on his arms, he felt himself land on the hard ground. Silence overtook the three of them, and the boy suddenly started crying. Maybe the shock of the moment got to him, but his mother didn't read the situation all too well. And Kageyama's scary face did nothing to help at all.