MY MUSE, tooru oikawa

chapter three

(chapter iii)

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As Yuna sat at the piano, her fingers absently drummed on her leg, keeping the rhythm of a new song she was trying to compose. Yet, unfortunately for her, she found herself stuck in the throes of writer's block, unable to find the right chords or melody.

Yuna attempted to draw inspiration from her fellow club members, but their rhythms failed to provide the spark she needed to overcome her writer's block. Feeling increasingly frustrated, she decided to wander around the school, hoping a change of scenery might help.

As Yuna continued to roam aimlessly, her mind a haze of frustration, she failed to pay attention to her surroundings. Caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice that she had walked to the gymnasium until she found herself standing outside, lost in her own world of musical dilemma.

The gymnasium was uncharted territory for her, as the concept of sports held little inspiration for her when it came to composing a song. She always gravitated towards melodies of human emotion, and the world of sports simply didn't hold the same allure for her.

As Yuna wandered past the gymnasium door, her musician's senses automatically sharpened, attuned to the sounds around her. Her training as a musician had honed her ability to tune in to the slightest of sounds, and suddenly she found her body coming to an abrupt halt.

Yuna's body seemed to move on its own, guided by a force she couldn't quite grasp. Her legs carried her forward, leading her towards the open door of the gymnasium. Unaware of the attention her sudden arrival attracted, a few students paused in their break to stare at her with puzzled looks.

Yuna was so engrossed in the sound that had caught her attention that she failed to notice the impending obstruction. However, just before she could walk further forward, a firm hand grasped her upper arm, causing her to involuntarily land against a broad chest.

"It's dangerous, Sugawara," Hajime's voice broke the strange spell that had overcome her. Yuna blinked, shaking off the daze, only to find herself leaning against his chest. She didn't move, recognizing the voice of her classmate.

"Iwaizumi-kun?" she said, her head still resting on his chest as she tilted it back to look at him.

Hajime sighed softly, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder to push her forward. His tone was concerned as he spoke. "I've heard it said that you often walk into places without realizing it, but seriously, is it this bad?"

Yuna shifted her head slightly, considering Hajime's words. "Oh, I've been told that before...did I do it again?" she inquired.

Hajime nodded, a mix of concern and resignation in his expression, "Unfortunately, yes." He started gesturing around with his hand. "Considering the situation," he began, "you walking straight into the gym without even realizing you're walking into a mock game says everything."

Yuna's eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she entered the gym. The realization dawned on her that she had unwittingly walked into a volleyball game.

Yuna turned her head, focusing her attention again on the captivating sound she had heard earlier. This time, she focused on its source, zeroing in on a single male standing at the front center. Her eyes widened as she recognized who it was—Tooru Oikawa.

Her gaze remained fixed on Tooru Oikawa, intently observing his every move. She saw the ball fall towards him, and then watched as he effortlessly tossed it into the air. It was then that she heard it—the distinct sound of his hand making contact with the ball. Yuna's senses were immediately captivated, the source of her earlier fascination now clear.

Hajime observed as Yuna turned her head and stared intently at the court. After a few moments, he too followed her gaze, realizing the object of her focus.

"Did you need something from Trash...—" He forced a cough to correct himself," Oikawa?" he inquired, leaning forward so that his face was level with hers.

"Hmm, not particularly," Yuna mumbled in response to Hajime's question, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I think I might have found what I've been looking for."

Without further explanation, Yuna spun around and swiftly walked past Hajime, her steps purposeful as she moved outwards the court.

Just as Hajime was about to call out to her, he was interrupted by his teammates calling him to join the next set. He let out an exasperated sigh, deciding to ignore Yuna's actions for now and focus on the task at hand—volleyball practice.

Yuna strode out of the gymnasium, her steps quick and determined. She quickly fished her mobile from her pocket and dialed a number. The call was answered, and her brother's familiar voice echoed in her ear.

"Yuna?"

"Koshi," Yuna replied, her tone urgent, "do you have practice today?"

"No, not today, why?" her brother responded.

Yuna smiled slightly at his answer. "Good," she replied, her voice firm, "come home after school right away. No detours."

"Huh? But I have plans with Daichi and Asahi--"

"Bring them then," Yuna cut in, "I need your help."

There was a pause on the other end before her brother spoke again, unsure. "Uh, I don't know if that's..."

Yuna let out an exasperated sigh, realizing her brother needed a bit more convincing. She knew exactly what would get him to agree.

"I'll buy your favorite pastry from the bakery near my school," she offered.

There was no hesitation from her brother. His response was instant, and the mere mention of the food he craved had him eagerly accepting the offer.

"Alright," her brother agreed, the hint of excitement in his voice betraying his eagerness at the prospect of his favourite pastry.

"See you later," Yuna said, ending the call. She slipped her phone back into her pocket, a small smile on her lips. She had secured her brother's help for her plan, or rather, her experiment.

Yuna continued on her way, her steps taking her away from the gymnasium and towards her next destination. She was on a mission now, and nothing was going to deter her.