Punk (Haikyuu!! Fan Fiction)

Reconsidering Chances

The next day, Nishinoya was unusually early to go to school, despite his lack of being responsible and his overwhelming love for his bed that he grew attached ever since he was born. Not only because of early practice that made his body fidget all morning, but it was because of the sudden news that his goddess—the Ronin—would be spending her freshmen year in Karasuno if ever she was able to stay in the school without getting expelled.

Entering the entrance of the school building, Nishinoya went through the shoe lockers and later found himself checking if there were new names attached on the lockers. Disappointed, he realized he didn’t know the real name of Ronin which was—as mentioned before—Shina Tomoe.

He thought that maybe the swordswoman didn’t want to attend classes, based from the certain events from yesterday that the Ronin tried to stop her grandmother from enrolling her to high school.

Baffled, the libero made his way to his classroom in hopes that maybe Shina was just late for class and settled that he could check the first year’s classrooms later.

…

“C’mon Tomoe! Give me a break!” Raiden screamed across the room while using the turned upside down table as a shield.

Shina ignored his feeble cries and went to throw a wooden chair at him that he blocked using the table again. She’s been like this since the evening she went home and poor Raiden had to take in her anger.

“Gina wants the best for you! Couldn’t you at least understand her?!” the poor gangster’s bribery wasn’t affecting Shina’s psychological stableness. She continued throwing furniture at him.

Their headquarters was one by one being torn down by their own leader.

It only stopped when the silver haired elder; Gina, arrived at the scene only to see what Raiden’s state is. The poor helpless man had been cornered by Shina and was overly glad to see he was saved by the Ronin’s grandmother.

“Gina-san!” cried Raiden, running over to Gina, but before he could reach her, a glass mirror was thrown at the halfway boundary between him and the old woman. “Damn it Tomoe!”

“Tomoe, what are you doing?” Gina sternly questioned her granddaughter who settled down the television she was about to throw at Raiden who hid behind Gina in fright.

“I had to take out my anger on someone” answered Shina plainly.

“You do not take anger on someone. And especially in that method of yours; put that television where it was originally placed” Gina ordered. “Now” of course, Shina had to obey since she respected her grandmother to the fullest. She was the one who took the girl when her mother died in the house fire while his father was in jail—up until now.

She plugged in the TV and turned it on, quietly sitting on one of the stools and anticipated the upcoming nagging she’ll get from her grandmother.

“Say what you must” said the velvet haired.

“I will” replied Gina and took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t understand why you’re being like this Tomoe. I’m only doing this for your sake. I only want what’s best for you yet you… you throw away the chances of you having a normal life” Shina bobbed her head upward to look at her grandma direct in the eyes.

“Even before I was born, those chances were never there to begin with” the cold tone, those piercing emotionless orbs, and the passive personality that Shina gained from her terrible past has been badly affecting how she thinks and decides what’s right.

Gina couldn’t blame her; losing her mother at a young age without having anyone—her father was in jail—their relatives at her mother’s side had disowned them and her father side wasn’t really the right people to live with. Gina was the only decent one left.