The Killer Queen (haikyuuxreader)

07: hard practice and competition

saturday, the eighth of april, 2012
oikawa's house

      7:30 in the morning was not the time you wanted to get up at. Of course, you could've woken up half an hour later, but you needed to get to school in time for 9:00am. Why, you ask?

     Weekend practice. Ew.

     Getting changed into your uniform at around 7:45am after you'd had some breakfast, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sighed, sitting down on your bed after getting one leg through your gym shorts. It was hard. I mean, there were probably people out there who were having a harder time than you were, but waking up before 9:00 on a Saturday just for exercise was the hardest thing.

     And the worst thing was that Oikawa didn't have to wake up, so he teased you about it through the door.

     "Ha Ha!" He laughed, leaning on your door. "I can't believe you have to get up this early!"

     "I mean, it's not really that unbelievable. And why are you up right now anyway?" You replied, struggling to get your other leg through the gap. You heard Oikawa snort.

     "To tease you," He said. His voice was muffled. "And also because my sister is coming round today. With my nephew, too."

     "So you're telling me that I'm going to come back, hot and sweaty, and make an awkward impression on two people that I've never met before? And how do I tell them that I'm sleeping in their room?"

     "Mama's probably told them. They're leaving tonight, anyway."

     And then he left. His feet shuffled along the hallway while his slippers scuffed the floorboards. Oikawa yawned and walked back into his room, probably. I mean, you couldn't see through the door.

     As soon as you had your full uniform on, you left, yelling goodbye to Mama and Oikawa. You took the train and ended up having to stand all the way there as there weren't any seats. It was enough to spend the whole day exercising, you thought, so someone could at least have some pity on me.

It was as if someone had heard your thoughts. An elderly man got up and got off of the train, leaving you a seat next to a boy - a cool-looking one, at that. Once the train screeched to a stop you weaved your way through the people to sit down. You glanced quickly at him, taking in all of his features.

The boy was wearing a purple and white jacket (which, presumably, said Shiratorizawa) and looked as though he was going to practice his sport too. He had bright red hair that was kept down, but only went down to his eyebrows. He had slight bags under his ruby eyes and he slouched over while he watched everything out of the window. This boy turned around once he noticed you.

     "Ah. Kitagawa Daiichi," he read from your jacket. He continued staring at the writing for a solid thirty seconds. "We've been up against them quite a few times now."

     "Right, and you're from Shiratorizawa," you replied. He nodded.

     "Correct. I'm Tendou Satori. And you are?"

     "(name) (last name), what sport do you play?"

     "Volleyball. I'm guessing you do too, judging by the bag in your hands. And my sport should've been obvious too - I'm carrying the same type of bag." You looked down to notice that he was, indeed, carrying a volleyball bag containing a pair of purple shoes (from where you could see). Instead of the bag being dark blue and saying 'Ki-Daiichi', it read Shiratorizawa.

     "Right, of course. And where are you headed to now?"

     "Practice. We're practicing... somewhere around here. My stop comes up soon."