🔹🏐The Courts Calling🏐🔹- A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Rivals to the Core (Part 5)- It's Never Too Late

Present Day
Akiraa's POV

"I am the worst human being on the face of this earth!" I exclaim, my sorrowful words muffled by the wood under me as I remain face-planted onto the table I now sit at.

Saliva coats my mouth as the smell of food fills every corner of this small sushi bar that rests just at the corner of Nekoma High's street, but despite the temptation, my appetite has regretfully been drowned out by the millions of thoughts now swirling around in my head like a mad cyclone. My stomach isn't treating me any better, being terribly knotted with complete and utter regret to the point where just the thought of food makes me feel uneasy.

It's like my entire body has been infested with guilt from what went down on the court earlier today, and I can honestly say I have never wanted to crawl under a rock and die so badly in my whole life. I screwed up big time, and I don't know how I'm going to fix it...

After Shinobu had stormed out of the gym, Nekomata called the entire practice to an end, probably because of how worked up everybody had become. Of course, I can never know for sure, I wasn't able to muster up the courage to look at his face after what I did. What would he have felt? Anger? Disappointment? I don't know, and something tells me I'll never want to.

I still haven't even gotten a shower yet, all I've done is change into a new shirt since my one from practice got dotted with both mine and Shinobu's blood. Now, I'm wearing just a simple white tank top and my blue Katsushika practice pants since they miraculously didn't get stained, with my jacket tied around my waist in a dormant state.

The last place I wanna be right now is around my other teammates, since I don't think I'll be able to look any of them in the eyes after what I've done, so I'm incredibly thankful that Kuroo and a few other Nekoma teammates; Yaku, Tora, Kenma, and Lev came to my rescue and pulled me out of there for a short time.

Our whole evening has been spent sitting in this small sushi bar near their school, and even if this may feel like one of the the worst evenings of my life, just feeling their presence reminds me that I'm not alone. I'm thankful that they didn't pry at first, they just acted as if everything was normal for a short time. While Yaku and Kuroo consumed their sushi like normal people, Tora and Lev both continue to stuff their faces with food, and Kenma remains curled into a ball in the corner with his nose in a video game while picking at his food from time to time.

While their choice to ignore the elephant in the room proved effective for a short time, my lack of appetite was bound to be noticed, and they begin to do their best to try and lift my spirits. "Come on, Ki. Can you at least try and eat something?" Kuroo begs, gently tightening his arm around my body and pulling me closer to him on the floor.

We all sat cross legged around a low table tucked in the corner of the almost empty restaurant, and ever since we've sat down, Kuroo has refused to move from my side. I don't know much about this stuff, but seeing me in such a state is probably not what a boyfriend wants to see of his girlfriend.

When all I do is grunt in response to his plea, his shoulders heave in a defeated sigh. "You can't go on like this forever. What's happened has happened, and there's nothing you can do right now, so can you please eat something? This isn't like you."

"I don't deserve food, I deserve to starve." I huff, my face now buried into the shoulder of his red team jacket. "It's a fitting punishment after what I did..."

I hear a scoff came from across the table, and I force myself to look up slightly to see Tora as he begins to speak through the five sushi rolls he just got done shoving into his mouth. "I don't get what you're so ashamed about, I'd have done the same thing if I was in your place! If you ask me, Shinobu deserved everything you threw at her."