THE FALLEN ANGEL AT KARASUNO || HAIKYUU! FANFIC|| [HAITUS]

CHAPTER 34: TOURNAMENT

||3RD POV||

Her alarm went off at four in the morning, it was still dark outside when she sat up and looked out of the window. Her eyes were narrowed as she released a low growl from annoyance as she stared at her wall across from her, her hair was messy and oily from all the practice she did last night. Her feet slip from underneath the blanket and touches the floor, a shiver runs down her spine as she felt the coldness touch her slightly pale skin that made people think she's sick. As the blanket slipped from her figure, she walked towards her bathroom that was attached to her room.

Her finger flips the switch and light erupted around the room, stinging her eyes slightly. She blinked a few times and saw herself in the mirror. Disgusted at her appearance, she looked away from it and opened the shower, the sound of water resonated in the bathroom as she closed the door to it. Steam filled the room in seconds and she stripped out of her pajamas, it fell to the floor with a soft thud that she didn't even hear. Her bare feet touch the tiles of the shower and she releases a shaky breath as the hot water prick her skin. She started washing her hair and the rest of her body as she hums to herself.

After a few minutes, she turns the shower off and pauses. She listened to the sound of the water dripping onto the floor and she leaned her head against the wall, muttering to herself with closed eyes and furrowed brows, "What happened to the old me...?" She pushed herself off of the wall while pushing her soaked hair out of her face. She stepped out of the shower and onto the mat that was next to it, her hands reach out for the black towel that was hanging on the wall, waiting to be used. She dried her body off with soft pats before wrapping it around her figure, she grabbed another one and wrapped it around her hair, resting it on top of her head.

She opened the door of the bathroom and the steam escaped into her bedroom, it was lighter outside than when she woke up. Her eyes land on the packet that was laying on her bed, her face was a void of emotions as she stared at it. Slowly, she stalked towards it and picked it up while letting her slightly soaked hair free from the towel. She opens it and her eyes glazed over when she saw the familiar name on the outfit, it was black and had gold with silver lines running downwards at the sides. 

Her name, positions, and everything was stitched to back with gold. Underneath it, the emblem of her previous school was stitched in its glory. Her eyes drift to the other piece of material that was still in the packet, she places the tracksuit down and picks up the outfit. She didn't know how to feel about this, the shirt was similar to the tracksuit, black, gold, and silver. Her name, school, emblem, positions, and the number was on the back. Gear, that had a red tint to it, was also provided, new volleyball shoes that were black with red was also given as a gift from the school.

She gulped back tears and her eyes harden, she tugs the towel off of her body as she turned towards her closet. She took out her underwear and placed them on, she heard her bedroom door open and glanced at the figure who had a blank face as he stared at the uniform on the bed. His black eyes were darker than ever as he looked over at her and she stared back. His voice was lower than usual as he stated, "I want to do something. But, I need your approval first." She turns towards him and he was fazed by the sight of her half-naked body, he has seen her many times with growing up with her.

"I want to dye your hair to how you were in the past," He added on as he looked at her hair and she stiffens a bit at that. Visibly, she relaxes as she nods while confirming her approval, "Fine, but don't mess it up." And they started the proceeder, once finished, she was in her black tracksuit and tugged her black duffle bag with her gear onto her back. As usual, she was driving to the tournament on her bike but she was going faster than usual. She parked her bike and turned it off as she got off, she pulled her helmet off of her head and black locks flowed down her shoulders while her eyes were a dangerous color.