Worth (Miya Atsumu)

6

"Why are you here again?" (Y/n) stands up from her seat, turning to face the door.

Her voice didn't sound annoyed, though; it would've seemed that way if it weren't for the smile on her face. 

Atsumu scratched the back of his head lightly. "I forgot something again."

He grins, looking back into her pupils. "Do ya always stay in the building till' this late?" The windows had a clear view of the dark sky.

The days were now getting shorter, preparing for the cold weather ahead. 

"I could ask you the same." She replies, turning back to the table, picking up the scattered papers.

"But, it's usually only Akko-Senpai here, so she needs all the help she could get." (Y/n) turns around.

"Looking for new members isn't easy." Placing down the now neatly stacked papers, she grabs her coat and bag from her seat. 

"Are you not going home?" The girl asks, slipping on her f/c coat. 

After processing all of the words and sentences, he finally responds. "Want to walk back together? It's getting late." Atsumu offers.

"I'm only in here until evening because of volleyball practice." 

"No thanks." 

Well, that was unexpected.

Atsumu thought. He laid in bed again, hands behind his head. 

"Did I say something wrong?" He muttered.

Surely, no other girl would turn an offer to walk home with Miya Atsumu. 

"She's something else..." The setter muttered again before settling under his covers. 

"Shut up." Osamu called out, "Sleep." 

The next morning, Atsumu arrived at morning practice on time. 

"Did you wake up early this time?" Aran asked, with concern. Eyeing the tall male.

Osamu answers for him, "He did, surprisingly." Pointing at his brother, he starts his morning warm-up. 

Atsumu's brother's words went unheard as he continued to pile his mind with his own thoughts. Once again, muttering to himself. 

"And he's doing it again." Suna sighed. "The incoherent babbling to himself." 

"Hey, Samu, let's practice our serves." The setter calls out, acting as if he didn't have an internal breakdown a few seconds ago.

It didn't take the two long enough before setting up the net and grabbing the cart of volleyball. 

The students near the gymnasium soon heard the familiar sound of balls hitting the floor, along with shoes squeaking.

"That last toss was a bit too low," Osamu informs the golden-haired male. 

"Huh? What do ya mean? It seemed perfect to me." He retorted. 

Thus, sparking their usual bickering. 

"I guess volleyball lifts his spirit up." Aran laughed, clearly talking about Atsumu. 

"Good morning, Himari-San." (Y/n) takes her assigned seat next to her. 

Looking out the window, she mutters a good morning back to the girl. "How's the school so far? Considering you're still a new student here."

Apparently, their sensei gave Himari the job to show (Y/n) around the school; she ended up not fulfilling his wishes. Nonetheless, she'll still ask, just for the sake of not getting in trouble later. 

In short, Himari was a brat. (Y/n) couldn't realize it.

" I think it's going good." (Y/n) smiled. "I recently joined the art club." She proudly announces. 

However, Himari was not pleased. "Oh, that club room next door? I thought no one went there. Besides the club leader." 

"Well, our club leader is in charge of the school festival coming up. I'm sure this will reel more students into joining." She looked on the bright side.

"Maybe you might consider joining yourself, too." (Y/n) teased lightly, chuckling. 

"Maybe I'll go join then." She annoyingly murmured. 

(Y/n) misunderstood the tone in her voice, so she shrugged, putting her attention to the lesson on the board. 

"What's wrong, Akko-Senpai?" (Y/n) worried as Akko quickly paced back and forth in the messy club room. 

She abruptly stopped in her tracks. 

"Earlier around our lunch period, I was called down to the counselor's office. It was regarding the whole art club in general." 

(Y/n) nodded as a sign for her to continue. 

"They told me that if we can't get at least 4 members by the end of this month, there can't be an art club anymore! We'll get disbanded!" She panicked.

"We need at least 4 people..." Akko sighed. "Too bad no one is interested in-'

"Before we just give up, Senpai," The e/c girl furrowed her eyebrows.

"Maybe there are lots of people who love art!" Putting her thumb and index finger up to her chin,

"They just probably have no idea that an art club exists in the school." 

"Are you sure that's not an understatement, (Y/n)-Chan?" She hopelessly chuckled. 

"We just need to spread the word more then." She smiled.

"It's a start." Akko agreed, "But what more can we do besides putting up a few posters in the school?" 

"Well, if I'm being honest, no one is going to join if they see an unfamiliar student like me." (Y/n) giggled. "We need someone who..." 

The silence of the classroom was interrupted when another can of paint clattered onto the floor. 

"Again??" The boy clicked his tongue. 

It was Atsumu. 

"Someone who's well known." Her eyes sparkled, looking at the setter.