ため野矢の: Because of Noya

インパクト Impact

I managed to survive my first week at Karasuno High; without any unnecessary incidents, thankfully. I managed to not get trampled over when walking through the halls, and I actually had peace at my desk in homeroom (Nishinoya wasn't necessarily disruptive since I was right next to his friend, but he did manage to sneak in a few conversations I wish I would have never heard when the teacher's back was turned. He happened to be such a grotesquely inappropriate and immature conversationalist/person, I've grown to dislike him quite a lot.)
Now, it is Monday again, starting my second week. Here, according to peer gossip, is where sports and club teams get you to join their teams/meetings when you walk around the halls (they advertise by giving out fliers and other stuff related to that.)
To be honest, I was never really interested or good at sports (when am I ever interested in anything, matter of fact).
But, I did happen to play volleyball for a few years of junior high, and that was a bit more fun that I thought it out to be. Although, I wasn't excellent, so I was benched quite a lot. The only position they did put me in when I got onto court was a setter, which was only when the star player (happened to obviously be the setter) was injured or needed time off. So really, I was not so experienced in that field.
Do I hope to join high school volleyball? That depends. Probably not, being so the same thing that happened in junior high would repeat if their setter was top-notch. I wasn't going to look forward to it if that was the case.
Now, as we speak, the time was around 12:30, which happens to be my lunch period. For the time being, I ate outside, because the weather was neither too humid nor too cold. I was casually eating my bento and drinking pineapple/kiwi soda (my absolute favorite drink at the moment) before the incident that started unnecessary drama happened.
Just then, as I was putting an octopus-shaped wiener (don't think of it in dirty terms, I've been around that too much from a certain someone.) towards my mouth, I heard a loud cry of pain emanating from just a little farther than behind the tree I was sitting under. Startled, I dropped that little piece of my lunch as well as my chopsticks (my chopsticks landed safely on the bench I was sitting on, but my octopus didn't). A bit agitated but curious to see who exactly made me drop my lunch in fright, I went to go see what all the commotion was about. I left my bento on the bench (it was a secluded area I picked, no one would come around and steal it if I chose my place correctly.), and creeped behind a wall near the tree to peek at the boy/ girl who seemingly got hurt.
I couldn't exactly see his expression behind his or...her tangled mass of.. Orange hair? Now that's different. But, he (I'm assuming the person is male now) was still curled up in a ball on the dusty, sandy ground. Now observing areas surrounding him, I spotted a gray haired boy who looked older than he was by a few years. Maybe a junior? I haven't seen him in any sophomore classes.
The tall- looking gray-haired boy stood over fire-hair (as I would now like to call the young boy who fell), and hoisted him up off the ground. Since I was distanced, I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying or see their expressions, and I honestly didn't want to go over there and ask/see for myself. I wouldn't find a reason to.
Seeming that it was nothing much and none of my concern, I started to silently walk back.
Just then, I heard a loud, firm, and familiar slap of a hand to a volleyball (I assume). Turning around, it wasn't until then I noticed the flying white object hurtling towards my legs. When the impact came, I gave a high-pitched and surprised (more so than before)

"EEEK!!"

louder than the smack of the volleyball that hit my calves.
After the shrill noise, I immediately covered my mouth, hoping nobody would come over to investigate the embarrassing sound. The impact was not enough to knock me over (thankfully), but I struggled keeping my balance and trying not to let my wobbly calves collapse under me.
Now, a sound of feet pattering on the beige ground came closer to me with each step. I shamefully put my efforts to cover up the sound and be as discreet as possible to waste, and now I have to avoid contact with those people by all means necessary.