Letters to Him - Kyohaba

Chapter 1: Maybe he's not that bad

Yahaba POV

"Hifumi...?" I whisper, walking towards a familiar shape, yet I cannot be sure. The figure looks back at me and I immediately know who it is. Our eyes meet and for a moment, there was pure silence between us. They break the silence by running towards the gate. Now we're booking it down the hallway and I'm getting so close.

I grab their hand. We stand still and I open my mouth to speak "Kyo-"

HOLD UP, we're getting too ahead of ourselves.

Two weeks ago, after the Spring Inter-high match with Karasuno

I hold my bag close to my side, tears falling down on the parking lot's floor, as we head inside. I see that the seats next to all of my friends are occupied and there's a choice between Kyotani and Yuutaro. I'll save a seat for you, my ass. I shake my head in disappointment and curse Shinji for occupying a whole row for his sleeping space. I didn't feel like being a mom who comforts so I left that job to Kunimi.

I stand right in front of Kyotani who looks at me strangely. "What are you doing?" he says, still wide-eyed. The fuck it look like I'm doing? Argh Yahaba stop, he's not your enemy. Don't take it out on him. I shrug put my bag above our seats right next to his. I see quite a large, hand-knit... Mandrake keychain? Oh my gosh that's so cute!

"Did you make this?!" I exclaim. It looks like there was so much time put into this and it has little roots too! 

"y-yeah, it's so ugl-" 

"It's so cool! I just love it, oh my gosh. Wait does this mean you're a fan too?! Oh thank GLOB someone here finally has some CLASS. Did you try out the authentic version of the 'Which house are you' quiz?! I got Ravenclaw which is so weir-" I stop blabbing only to see everyone waiting for me to shut up and sit down. Not only does my face heat up, I look over to my side to see an embarrassed Kyotani. "sorry... i got a little too excited. how the heck did you make that keychain?" I whisper.

"my mum is a tailor... it's not that good anyways" Kyotani looks down in shame and I frown at that yet say nothing because I could tell I've probably made him uncomfortable. It becomes an awkward silence between us and we're unable to break it for a few minutes. I bring out my phone and start putting on earphones. Despite my music blaring through my ears, it feels oddly silent. I see Kyotani open his mouth slightly over and over, like he wants to say something. It sounds like he has trouble breathing. Well, he did play full sets so that makes sense. I stop thinking and let myself drown in the sound of nothingness.

For a second, Kyotani's Mandrake made me forget what had just happened. As much as Oikawa tells us not to think about unnecessary things during a match, I can't help but clench my teeth at the fact that we couldn't win even though we were doing our best. I put my hands on my face and sigh. Ahh, I can't hear the music at all.

It's not that we aren't good but it feels so... unreal. I wish I could've done something more for the team; I wish I could've made more service aces instead of making serves that are so easily picked up; I wish I were someone who deserved to be the next cap- "Thank you."

I look up in confusion. "For what?" 

"You helped me back then. I wasted a set, but you brought me back" I finally understand that he's saying sorry. Such a child, not saying it upfront yet still apologising. To others, he seems like a scary, unapproachable person but now I can clearly see that he's just someone who's trying his best to be happy. Maybe his appearance made everyone so scared that they let him do whatever he wants; that's why he lacks empathy because no one ever tells him what's wrong. In spite of the fact that Oikawa has been trying to discipline him, it's probably ineffective since he probably thinks we're gonna give up on him. "Oi, did you hear me?"

I burst out crying and giggling. I look like a fucking madman. Kyotani looks at me, a little concerned. "Are you insa-" "Thank you" I wipe my tears with my sleeve and smile. "You just saved me a little"

He seems a little taken aback. I mean I would too, imagine though; a guy stays silent then suddenly cries and laughs. I look at my face on the reflection of my phone's screen to fix myself. I see a familiar building which means that we're already at our school. What the- that felt like 3 seconds. Whatever, Oikawa owes us food anyways and I'm hungry as fuck.

Kyotani POV (At the start of the bus ride)

I walk towards a spot that wasn't taken. Well, it's not taken anymore, since a random teammate just saw me and fled somewhere else but I'm used to it. I've stopped trying to convince people I'm not as bad and I started becoming as bad as people think. It's stupid but what do you do when no one wants your opinion.

I put my bag above the seat and I place myself by the window so that I can start planning jogging routes around the school. Almost everyone is on the bus except for some second and first years, probably still crying their eyes out. I guess everyones so scared to sit by me that they share 2 seats amongst 3 people... or so I thought.

I feel someone looking at me (A/N: LMAO idk why but this reminds me of Inosuke from Demon Slayer anyways carry on) and I look back to see the gutsiest person of all. Yahaba. "What are you doing" I'm genuinely curious as to why he's sitting next to me. Didn't someone tell him dogs bite? 

He doesn't answer anyways and leaves his bag above us.. and suddenly he squeals. "Did you make this?!" Oh shit, I thought I hid it away?! Who put it ba- MOMMY!! I start trying to hide myself from the several eyes watching me. 

I figured I needed some way to shut him up and the best way is: talking. "Y-yeah, it's so ugl-" 

"It's so cool! I just love it, oh my gosh. Wait does this mean you're a fan too?! Oh thank GLOB someone here finally has some CLASS. Did you try out the authentic version of the 'Which house are you' quiz?! I got Ravenclaw which is so weir-" Yahaba fINALLY realises what he's yelling and freezes. My face flushes; now everyone knows that we're huge dorks. He sits down after giving me an apologetic look. "sorry... i got a little too excited. how the heck did you make that keychain?"

I'm shocked. He still wants to talk? I didn't want to be rude so I replied "my mum is a tailor... it's not that good anyways" I look to the floor, hoping he doesn't talk to me anymore. As much as it's enjoyable that Yahaba talks to me, I think it isn't fitting for him to be talking to someone like me. Ah fuck I made it awkward.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I could hear my own breathing, until Yahaba pulls out his earphones. And then it hit me. I haven't apologised for earlier. It was my fault we lost a set. Maybe if I hadn't done that we'd be against Shiratorizawa. I should apologise, but how do I start? I opened my mouth constantly but nothing comes out. Unrealising that Yahaba is listening, I utter out "Thank you".

There's confusion written all over his face; that's understandable. "For what?" I started fidgeting with my fingers and sighed.

"You helped me back then. I wasted a set, but you brought me back" I couldn't have been more embarrassed than now. Yahaba furrows his eyebrows; I wasn't sure what emotion that was supposed to be. He became silent for a minute and it becomes concerning. "Oi, did you hear me?"

He instantly started... mentally breaking down? He's crying and laughing at the same time? What do I do? Shit, I broke him. I started looking around for a bag while trying to look calm and cool. "Are you insa-" "Thank you" HUH?! DIDN'T I JUST TRIGGER SOME SORT OF TRAUMA?! WHY'RE YOU THANKING ME?! "You just saved me a little" Yahaba smiled. 

Badump.

What. What was that? 

Badump.

"Ah we're almost here." He simply states and wipes off his tears along with his sadness.

(A/N: hii so yea that was the first one pls tell me if its too long and if i shouldve just made two chapters or anything in gerneral ajksdjak ok bye-)