What are the odds

1

Nowadays, the probability of being in a motor-related incident is low, approximately one in 103 kinds of low. unfortunately, low probability does not equal no probability. This is something the Karasuno team learnt the hard way on one fateful Friday night.

"I can't believe Takeda-senpai is actually letting you drive the bus back," Sugawara Koushi says with an angelic chuckle from his place in between the other two third years as they make their way to said bus.

"Honestly, neither can I," Daichi replies swinging the keys carefully around his pointer finger. From the look the tallest of the three was giving him, he still wasn't being careful enough.

"I want to sit by the window seat this time!" a familiar shout echoes out from in front of them.

"Dumbass, you sat in the window seat last time! it's my turn!" An equally familiar response can be heard just as loud.

"I said I wanted it first!" Hinata shouts.

"So? idiot!"

"Asshole!"

"Dumbass-"

"Oh, will you shut up already," Tsukishima's monotone voice interrupts the two other first-years fighting. Normally he would let them go on for far longer but he, like everyone else, was tired and apparently out of patience.

Still, no one bothers to suggest the pair split up so that they can both have window seats.

Daichi wishes he could say that once they started driving, things quietened down. Unfortunately, that was not the case. They had been driving for an hour and a half and still, no one but Asahi was asleep, an anomaly when compared to all the other times they had driven back from games. Instead, everyone was invigorated with a boost of sleep-deprivation-induced energy. Daichi had no idea how that worked.

In the very back of the bus, the second years were laughing loudly, Tanaka leaning far enough out of his seat that Daichi wondered if he was even wearing a seatbelt. All five of them looking far too awake after such a long day.

In the seats in front of them, the first years had clustered together in a smaller group, something that was becoming more common as the year went past. Hinata and Kageyama's arguments could still be heard above all the noise of the bus every now and then, as could Tsukishima's rude remarks and Yamaguchi's sweet giggles. Still, the for of them remained together, despite what an outsider would view as distaste for one another.

In fact, Daichi was sure he could see them all holding cards in the reflection of the mirror as his eyes flicked from the road for a second.

In the seat beside him, his vice-captain was sitting, occasionally twisting in his seat to engage in conversation with the rest of the team, even if it meant having to literally shout across the entire bus. Daichi couldn't help the warmth in his chest as Suga's eyes lit up and a loud laugh escapes his lips at something Yamaguchi had just shouted to him.

Directly behind him, and out of his view, he knew Asahi was curled up, as small as he physically could be on the two-person seat, fast asleep. No one questioned how the teams ace was able to sleep through the current ruckus on the bus.

All was well, for the first hour and a half, and then it started raining.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, but going around a mountain with some sharp turns, it was mildly terrifying. More so when the rain got so heavy that Daichi could hardly see, and again when flashes of lightning started to light up the sky far too close for comfort.

"It's okay, everything is going to be fine," the team captain calls out flicking his eyes to his rearview mirror and seeing how everyone had grown more aware of the storm. Tanaka was still out of his seat, something Suga shouted at him for, but now the rest of the second years were worriedly looking out the windows. Hinata had taken to basically crawling into Kageyama's lap in order to get a better look outside through the window. Or at least, that's what he would claim he was doing.

Tsukishima was uncharacteristically quiet and pale, sitting in the aisle seat and pointedly avoiding looking outside while Yamaguchi appeared to be whispering comforting words to his best friend. Asahi's head had popped up above the seats and the other two third years could basically hear the nervous ramblings and anxiety building in his head.

Daichi's eyes flick back to the road in front of him just as a bolt of lightning hit the side of the cliff not too far up the road. He tried to break but even at the lower speed he was driving, he knew they weren't doing to be able to stop before they collide with the large boulders and rocks that were now tumbling onto the road.

The tires were already slipping on the wet asphalt below, and in a last attempt to minimise the impact and prevent them all from getting crushed, Daichi turns the wheel sharply.

They go over the edge.

Everything goes black.