The Unlucky Boy ✔

Chapter 1

"Everybody's here except Hinata... where can he be?" a soft voice spoke up, it echoed in the almost empty parking lot.

"Does anyone have his phone number? Or any other way we can contact him?" another, rougher, voice asked this time while looking around.

A group of teenagers, most of them boys with the exception of two girls, and two adults were standing near a small buss that was decorated with the word "Karasuno High School VBC".

They were huddled up in small groups, most of them shaking their heads. One of them held up his phone.

"I have his snapchat..." the boy said, he was short and had incredibly... weird hair.

"You do? Wait, Hinata has snapchat? Since when?" one of the tallest boys asked with a very soft voice, the total opposite of his appearance.

"I don't know... a couple months now actually..." the shorter boy murmured while tapping away on his phone.

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\Yo where r u everybodys here waitinf for ya\

>Sent

>Opened

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A small, almost inaudible, sigh escaped the short boy's mouth as he looked at the others and just shrugged.

"He saw it but didn't answer, he's probably running again." he said while shaking his head.

Groans were heard here and there, most of them still tired and just wanting to sleep in the buss since it was early in the morning. They were headed to Tokyo for a joint training camp with other school that were known within volleyball.

Schools like Ubugawa High, Fukurōdani Academy or Shinzen High. Nekoma High was the school that hosted the camp and Karasuno accepted it whole heartedly.

"It will probably be a while before Hinata arrives, so I think we should wait for him inside the bus..." the adult wearing glasses spoke up enthusiastically while waving his hands around.

The group didn't even hesitate to line up and wait patiently until they got in and took their seats in the vehicle.

Almost an eternity later a car pulled up near the bus and Shōyō climbed out. Taking his bag from the back seat and waving to his mother before slamming the door closed and trotted to the bus.

He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head barely showing his face, his mouth barely visible and his voice couldn't even be heard from a meter away.

He stood by the door and talked to their coach before quickly passing by him and sitting in an empty seat after putting his bag on the chair beside him. He didn't say anything or even spared a glance towards his team which left the others slightly dumbfounded and surprised.

"Hey Shō!! What's up?!" the same short boy slung an arm around Shōyōs neck, or at least tried considering he was sitting behind him.

"Hi Noya-sen-" Shōyō managed to choke out before breaking into a coughing fit.

"Hey are you alright!?" a bald one that sat beside Noya asked as he patted Shōyōs back.

"I'm fine..." Shōyō sighed as he rubbed his throat, Noya had retrieved his hand from around his neck in fear.

"DID I SOMETHING WRONG?!?!" Noya screeched making Shōyō laugh lightly.

"No. You did nothing wrong I just have a sore throat." he answered tiredly still not showing his face from under the hood.