Where there is Love (Asahi x Reader)

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"Y/n, are you packed?" my father shouts from downstairs. I sat on one of my boxes as I gazed around my empty room. 

"Yea, I am," I replied as he came up the stairs. He entered my room with a heavy look on his face and it appeared to get heavier as he looked at me. 

"Want some help, hun?" He tried to smile while I slowly nodded my head. He helped me stand while holding onto my crutches. He grabbed my final boxes and we made our way out of the room and down the stairs. The pictures that adorned the wall had been packed and the plants that filled our home were put away. The place that had been my home for the past 17- almost 18- years is no longer my home. It hasn't been my home since my mom passed. 

"Alright, you go sit in the car and we will leave soon, ok?" I moved to the car and took my place in the passenger seat. My leg still ached sometimes for the most part, but soon I'd be starting physio when we arrived at our new home.

"Nee-chan, are you ok?" My brother, Ryusei, said from the back. At only 10 years old, the move was simply an annoyance to him. Of course, he would miss the friends he had here but he was more than ready to meet new people. I smiled and nodded towards him as I settled myself in the seat, adjusting my crutches. Satisfied with this, he went back to playing his game on his IPad. Dad then slid into the driver's seat and started the car. 

"Alright guys, let's go." We peeled out of the driveway with the moving van following close behind us. I turned up the radio then sat back and watched my neighborhood disappear behind us as we sped on.

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The drive itself wasn't bad considering I slept through it. It was 5 hours but felt like only 30 minutes or so. What took forever was the unpacking and with only one good leg and the need for the constant support provided by my crutches, I wasn't making things any easier.  

"I'll just take the stuff up to your room and you can work up there, ok hun?" My dad offered, finding a polite way to get me out of the way and be productive. If there was anything my father disliked, it was a lack of productivity. He moved my first few boxes upstairs, I held the hangers, and my brother carried a chair. I was situated in front of the closet with clothes to put away while my dad, brother, and the moving team dealt with everything else. A feeling of absolute uselessness overwhelmed me. This feeling of doing nothing coupled with my inability to help in any way was a familiar one. I tackled each box until I came to the last one which held my sports stuff. I pulled out my old jerseys, knee pads, and arm sleeves as tears rolled down my face. They smelt like the laundry detergent my mom always used. I folded them back up, wiped my face, and pushed it to the back of my closet. 

You will get better Y/n, you will get better.

I repeated that mantra in my head as got up ready to move downstairs. I must have taken longer than I had realized folding because all the corresponding boxes for the living room as well as the furniture were situated. Taking my seat in the armchair, I began to unpack the pictures, plants, and books while my father and brother worked in the kitchen. 

We spent the day unpacking to the point the living room, kitchen, and bathroom were complete. All of our bedrooms were decently set up and we only had a few rooms of the house left, including a shrine for mom. 

Since today was Saturday, I start physiotherapy tomorrow and at my new school, Karasuno, in two days. I went to sleep recalling all the changes that had occurred in our lives over that past few months and the change that would follow now that we are adapting to a completely new life without my mom.