Haikyuu Oneshots

♪ y. shibayama; flowers

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F L O W E R S
5 After Midnight

w a r n i n g s : none
c a t e g o r y : fluff

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A force to be reckoned with.
The beauty with brains.
A smile that could brighten anyone's day.
The school's very own living goddess.

All those things and more had been said to describe you at some point during your three years at Nekoma High School. Even now as an almost graduated third year, you remain one of the most influential girls on campus. With that reputation, many would assume an attitude should be sure to follow, however not with you— that's what made it incredibly special for anyone fortunate enough to cross paths with you: a sweet, tender-hearted, genuine soul.

It was true that several times a day you would receive many proposals and offers from boys to be their significant other, but every time you could only reject them. It's not that you did it with ill intention or found joy in refusing each of them, you knew deep in your heart that it wouldn't be right to accept their sincerity with a frivolous, lighthearted attitude that would only insult them. Thus, only adding to your unattainability and cemented your status as an elite treasure to be admired fondly.

These past three years, you've spent them as the manager for the boy's volleyball club, making it the club of envy amongst the students, and you truly cherished every member; especially your fellow third years in the club. Often, those three found themselves protecting you when students become aggressive with their proposals. You would even go as far as to say that those three were your best friends at Nekoma, having confided in each of them more than any other close acquaintance you had. It was difficult to make a true friend.

         One of your responsibilities as a manager was club recruitment and with your beauty, turnout never disappointed. Unfortunately, after rejection, retention was always low. However, in your final year as a manager, it proved promising. In particular, you were secretly fond of one new first year; Shibayama, Yuki — Yaku's diligent pupil, he would proclaim when asked about Shibayama. It wasn't just because Yaku, your good friend, was fond of him, but Shibayama's skittish behavior and innocent, doe-like eyes were adorable. In your observations, he lacked the confidence of Yaku, purely due to inexperience, but you were certain he had great potential for the future.

         Nearing the conclusion of your time at Nekoma also meant the dreaded season of every third year's nightmares was coming into fruition; the National College Entrance Exam. The pinnacle of every high school student's career and the gateway to their future. It struck chords of fear in the heart of every student, but no one paid you any worry having topped every chart in your school exams thus far. In fact, many came up to you asking for help in their studies, of which you also had to decline gracefully. Not due to selfishness or lack of interest in helping, but because being a seamingly perfect child came with unrealistic expectations.