That morning the sun seemed to shine brighter than any other day when Yuki saw it when she woke up. She had energy and a smile plastered on her face. She felt different after that day at the volleyball match with Ukai. She felt alive. She wanted to get up and be productive, make the best of each day. With a quick stretch, she was to her feet and got changed into suitable clothes. She checked the time, 7:00 am, which meant she could make breakfast for the family.
"I thought you were helping Grandad?" Yú was the first one downstairs - surprisingly - his hair flat and eyes half-open.
"I f-finished. Back now, n-not happy t-to see me?" Yuki teased as she placed food into a bowl.
"Of course, I am! It was kind of boring coming home to just mum and dad." Yuki breathed a laugh. "Does that mean you'll be coming to practise today as well?" His eyes lit up at the realisation, and she nodded, making him jump up, and fist bump the air. "YES! Since the Aoba Johsai match, we have been working so hard and can't wait to show you our improvements! Next time we meet them, we are to win for sure!" Suddenly, Yú looked wide awake, his usually energetic self had returned.
Yuki chuckled. "I can't w-wait." She smiled as she placed his food in front of him. They talked for a little longer before he suddenly started shouting again, ensuring to wake up the neighbourhood if they were not already.
"YOU CAN COME WITH US TO TOKYO NOW!"
"Tokyo?"
"YEAH! WE GOT INVITED BY THE NEKOMA COACH THAT USED TO KNOW OLD UKAI AND THERE'S GONNA BE DIFFERENT TEAMS WE CAN PRACTISE AGAINST!"
"Why must you always yell?" their father mumbled as he made his way into the kitchen. "And you can't even go unless you pass all your classes so not sure why you're getting so excited," Yú's face dropped. "Morning sweetie," he gave Yuki a small kiss on the head before taking a seat. Yuki had seen her parents when she got home the night before, she assumed Yú was out with Tanaka.
The morning went as it usually did. Yuki and Yú's mother joined them not long after, and before Yuki knew it, she was alone. Yú had school, and her parents had to go to work. She tapped her fingers on her desk as she sat in her room. She had hours before practice started, and because she was so excited to see Ukai - her face grew bright red at the thought - because she was excited to see the whole team, time was moving extremely slowly. With a shake of her head, she stood and grabbed her tracksuit. She hoped a run would make time go by faster. And faster it did. Yuki was so out of touch with the time that by the time she arrived home, it was 3:00pm.
"NOT AGAIN!" Yuki shouted to herself before running up the stairs.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Saza - her mother, who had just got back from work - asked.
"Y-YES!" Yuki screamed back before rummaging through her clothes. She needed something appropriate for both coaching and training with Ukai - no, Keishin - after. She arrived at training just in time to see the team setting up the equipment.
"COACH NISHINOYA IS BACK!" Yelled Hinata, ensuring everyone looked her way. She forced a broad smile, despite feeling nervous under everyone's stares.
"Of c-course I am! H-how am I g-going t-to help get to N-nationals if I'm n-not here?" All the boys instantly became red, making Yuki chuckled, for once she was not the one embarrassed by people's comments. As the team continued to set up, Yuki could not help but realise she could not see Uka - Keishin. He was never early, but he was never late, even by a few minutes. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she went to grab her phone, he probably would have messaged her. Her eyes widened at the realisation that she did not have her phone. She mentally scolded herself as she remembered she had placed it on her bed and forgot to pick it up when she left the house.
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Fly (Keishin Ukai) - COMPLETED
FanfictionThey said she would be the best player in the world. They said she was destined to take Japan to the top again. But it all changed the day of the Volleyball Nationals Final. She was the reason the team won, but at what cost? Four years on and she ha...