chapter nine: tired and confused

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Once I finally caught up with Oikawa, he smiled at me, causing me to jump a bit.

"Let's go?" He asked me, grinning.

I nodded while looking away, hearing a soft chuckle follow. Geez...why does this guy make me feel so...euegh.
Feeling my face heat up at the thought itself, I decided to just distract myself with my thoughts by wiping the sweat off my face.
What's wrong with me..why do I get to feel this way at a short amount of time..eugeh.

While we tried to catch up with the others, we were able to pass by the scoreboard. I glanced at it a bit, then gave a grumble.

W-We didn't even make the score the half of 25..

Well, I'm not saying I don't like our score, I mean, we actually scored! And that's the main thing, but like...it would've been nice if we scored more.

I sighed.

I don't know to be honest if we lost because we weren't ready despite all the time for practice, or they were just that good. Well..
If I do a personal reflection..er I mean in all retrospect i'm not a very good player, but i'm a decent one- er.. so I can also say it's my fault too..but to be honest we're all at fault.

..Or moreover, let's just say, it was a fair game but..I don't know-there was just something.. maybe..

these guys are something..

I tilted my head to the side, thinking about it. It reminds me, that this is actually my first official match-I mean it was a practice match but..it's one of the first offical matches I've had in forever.

Well, I've played volleyball before, in middle school and also in the neighborhood team.. but mostly in the neighborhood team since mostly I wasn't able to play in middle school? Well let's just say, it's because of my looks.

You could say I can pass off as a girl or a boy at that time, but I wasn't qualified AT ALL because of my looks. It was horribly annoying and confusing at that time, but it was definitely frustrating.

You can't just judge a person by their looks to play a game. It doesn't depend on how you look or what appearance you have, but the skills you have on how you play--

I flinched a bit. Didn't that sound...familiar..?

"H-Humh? Chiharu-chan? Are you okay?" My heart thumped hearing Oikawa's voice. C-Crap..what the actual-- I faced Oikawa and..

Thump, thump, thump..

WHAT THE FRICKK--

My heart kept beating, but I just sweatdropped and gave him a nod.

"Y-Yea...i-it's nothing. I just remembered something..ahahha" I said while chuckling embarassingly. He just smiled softly and at that, we both continued walking.

Geez....

But with what I said, didn't Kaeru say that?

"Y-Yea, people tell that to me a lot... but it's not always in the appearance that matters when doing something, but the skills that person has to be capable of doing that certain something."

It was inspirational after all...

A small smile crept on my lips as I remembered. I guess it fits anyone at any same situation.

But to be brutally honest, it was so unfair during middle school. The boy's team won't accept me because I look too much like a girl, and the girl's team won't accept me because i'm actually a boy--and it's frustrating because I keep going back and forth because of their so-called "rules and conditions" but the whole reason of me doing it is because I just really want to play?
Is that too much to ask? Well in middle school, it was.

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