Ready. Set. LOVE. | Kōshi Sugawara x Reader

Panic attack

A week has passed since the incident at school. The bruises on your face no longer horrifying you when you look in the mirror. The purple and blue bruises now a light green. You still weren't confident enough to show your face completely to the public so you hide yourself with a face mask and a hat. During your travel to Fukurōdani Academy the principle calls your parents. Dad parks the car while your mom is on the phone with the principle. "Good afternoon sir." Mom speaks cheerfully over the phone. You're unable to hear the principle but you can only assume he's calling to inform your parents about the punishment the girls are receiving. You lean forward from the backseat, trying to read your moms expressions.

Her smile disappears and her lips form a thin line. "You can't be serious, sir. Should I forward you the images of my daughter in the hospital?" Mom tries to keep her tone calm but you can sense her irritation. She exhales, rubbing her temples. "So you're telling me these girls are not going to face any kind of consequences?" A cold sensation runs down your spine. You can sum up the gist of the conversation from your moms words. "Well is there anything you CAN do to protect my daughter when she goes back to school next week?"

The car is silent with the faint murmuring of the principle on the phone. Whatever he's telling her is probably all bullshit. With your mood clouded, you tell your dad you'll wait outside of the car. The fresh air kisses your skin when you step out. You turn to look at Fukurōdani Academy. You didn't know much about this school or the volleyball team. During summer camp you mostly observed Nekoma High. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you try to not ponder on the current school situation. The only thing you can do when you go back is to keep your head low. But you know that's easier said than done. You raise your head up towards the sky, closing your eyes.

Your mom and dad exit the car a few seconds later. A hand rests on your shoulder and you flutter your eyes open to see your moms worried expression. "How'd the call go?" You ask curiously. Mom forces on a smile when she looks at you. "Let's just focus on supporting the boys today. We'll talk later tonight." Mom tugs you along towards the school entrance and dad joins the two of you. The three of you follow behind a crowd that files into the gym. You tense every time when someone walks up behind you. Your dad notices and pulls you closer to his side. "Where should we sit?" Your eyes roam the benches and you spot Yachi and Akiteru sitting in the front middle section.

"Right over there." You smile under your mask, pointing over to two blondes. The three of you make your way over to the two. "Yachi!" You call out to her, wrapping your arms around her back. Yachi squeals from surprise and turns her head to see you. Raising an eyebrow she widens her eyes. "Is that you Y/N? I can hardly tell with everything covering your face." Yachi turns around when you release your hold on her. You lower your mask and smile at her. Akiteru notices three new faces besides Yachi and smiles when his eyes land on you.

"Ah, Y/N it's been awhile." Akiteru flashes you a grin. You nod your head and then turn to look at your parents. The four of them trade introductions and make themselves comfortable on the bleachers. Yachi worriedly looks at you when the two of you sit down. "You had me worried sick when I found out you were staying home for a week." Yachi pinches your ear. Wincing from the pain, you pry Yachi's fingers off. "Sorry." You squeak out.

"Will you be coming back next week?" Quietly you nod your head, your mind trails to the principles call to your parents earlier. Those girls never got punished for what they did to you. You are sure of it. "Well, none of us are letting you go anywhere by yourself from now on." Yachi sternly says that, glaring at you. You awkwardly giggle under your breath, "I hope I can at least go to the bathroom without assistance?" Yachi shakes her head no and you give in to her glare. Your eyes look across to the gym. You never texted Suga or Tsukishima that you would be here today. You planned to surprise them.