Escape [Haikyuu x Male!OC]

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"Have you heard about it?" the spiked haired boy started the conversation with a frown as he turned to his best friend who was looking around the girls that were staring at them in awe.

"Of what, Iwa-chan?" the other hummed in reply, winking to the nearest girl nearby.

"They said Shiratorizawa might earn another Ushijima," he said. He stopped walking and waited for the pretty boy to notice, knowing Oikawa's brain it'll take several seconds for the information to process.

"Oh that's nice, another Ushi- another what?!" the pretty boy almost tripped but he caught himself before turning back and glaring at his friend who was staring back at him as if he was... trash.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Trashykawa," an irked mark appeared in this Iwa-chan's chin, growing bigger at his companion's exaggerated reaction. 'But was it really exaggerated? Another Ushijima?' a chill ran down his spine at the thought.

"The world cannot handle another Ushiwaka, Iwa-chan." with that, Iwaizume Hajime can agree.

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"Hey!"

When Semi Eita heard about the new baby eagle who was taking over Shirtatorizawa Junior High like a storm, he had to see it for himself. 'How is it going to feel like to set for this kid?' he wondered.

Being in the first string, he doesn't often see the new players. It's not like he could pay attention to other people with the strict practice given to the first strings as it takes too much of their attention. His curiosity, however, won him over. 'The second coming Ushijima Wakatoshi? He has to be crazy good to be considered as that,' Semi challenged.

When Semi saw the kid, he had to recheck his place and where he was. He was surprised with the kid's light pink hair, sharp purple eyes that were staring at him blankly. 'This kid looks prettier than any girl I've seen, what the hell?'

"Yes?" a soft voice replied, making Semi even more surprised.

"Are you Momoi Sora?" he asked, internally punching his guts for asking the obvious. The world has already been spread that the new junior high student has the softest looking pink hair in the prefecture of Miyagi. 'Hell, I've never seen someone with pink hair before,' Semi mused.

"Ah," the boy confirmed, "that's me, what can I do for you..." he trailed off, silently asking Semi to introduced himself.

"Semi Eita, third year. First string setter." Semi replied with a grin and a peace sign. "Let me set for you."

The newly transferred second year's eyes widen. He didn't think he'll get a senior volleyball player's attention within two weeks of attending the school. He didn't really try making friends as he felt like he was betraying his friends back home despite his earlier decisions and actions (despite knowing it was just him overthinking things again). He also tried to avoid attention, so instead of playing his favorite sport of basketball, he chose to play volleyball. He thought of not playing sports at all, but he couldn't handle the thought of not feeling the rush of adrenaline and awe being in the court. Though, who would have known that he was also getting attention in this game? (If his friends back home heard his thoughts, he'll get poked at for underestimating himself. He was just used to having over-powered players in both swimming and basketball).

"Sure, senpai! I'll talk to the coach about it when we have our practice. When do you want to...?"

"I'll talk and arrange everything for you, kohai-kun."

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When another person sees the duo, they can't help but stare at them. Their moves were sharp and practiced as if they have known and played with each other for years. Direct commands and perfect executions were not expected from two people who just have met.

Semi felt like he was flying: him the eagle, and Momoi as his sky. 'It should be the opposite but the guy speaks my language,' he thought happily. Wakatoshi may be the person with power, but the kid with him was perfectly precise to dot as if he calculated every angle and force needed for a perfect spike. 'I wouldn't be surprised if he did,' his brown eyes observing the sharpened purple gems that were twinkling with anticipation for his set.

"You're not cheating on Wakatoshi-kun, are you now Semi-semi?" the only voice that can get Semi riled up faster than any person on the planet was heard throughout the almost empty gym. With what was asked, however, caused him to rethink certain things. 'Wakatoshi can be stressful to set sometimes, but this kid- it feels like a free-fall,' he thought.

"Seriously, Semi? When have you ignored my mocking? So it's true!" the voice was only getting closer now, and Momoi just stared at the source in confusion before glancing at him as if asking him to deal with the disturbance that is Tendou Satori.

"Shut up, Tendou!" Semi turned, facing Tendou completely.

"Well, well- as I'm here, I'll help you out. I'll block Pinky over there," Tendou offered. The redhead, of course, also have heard of the talks around the school. A second-year transfer out of nowhere that no one has ever heard of in the volleyball community that spike as hard as Wakatoshi-kun? Who wouldn't talk about that, especially if the kid does not even look as half as intimidating as his friend and instead looked adorable?

"Huh, what?" Semi clutched the ball in his hand tighter in distrust.

'This is going to be a long day,' Momoi held back a sigh, knowing he does not have any say in this conversation.

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After two weeks of practicing with the duo, Tendou finally decided to tell the captain his findings.

"-and this is why we're here today," Tendou concluded his mini-speech in front Ushijima, explaining why he brought the transferee in the first-string practice.

Despite the comparison between the two spikers, the redhead blocked most of Momoi's spikes. He had to try hard to, but he did anyway. He felt the power and the planning in every spike that came his way. 'With more training, this kid can be a force to reckon with,' is what he predicted and shared to his team members.

The kid in question was taking in everything with an air of surrender and acceptance around him, looking like he was used to all the sport shenanigans being thrown in his surroundings. Meeting Ushijima though was not on his agenda for today. He felt like running away when those eyes scanned his form. 'He's judging my worth.'

"Let's play a match and see for ourselves," a deep voice rang out from the captain.

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[unedited - not reviewed]