I Promise

Fresh Start

10:00 AM, Friday

2020

Oikawa felt the world around him spin as he got out of his bed. He hadn't been sleeping much for about a month now, but this was something he was all too familiar with. He steadied himself against the nook of his bed.

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{ Oikawa had developed a malignant brain tumor in his frontal lobe, doctors claiming he wouldn't be able to live longer than 6 months, at best. His mother, however, denied that. She took it upon herself to save her child, and so they moved to the United States, since they had a few family members living there. They left Japan when Oikawa was around 11 years old. 

Oikawa underwent many extensive surgeries, experienced traumatic seizures and was constantly drugged up with medication. In 2016, the tumor was removed, however, the trauma from the surgeries and the medication left him with a severe case of PTA or Post-Traumatic Amnesia. This, not only made him forget about the events preceding his surgery, but also crucial things such as basic motor and cognitive abilities. It was so severe that he couldn't recognize his own mother. 

3 years of of intensive physiotherapy, constant medical check ups and homeschooling  Oikawa Tooru could finally live his life again, unless the tumor came back. He still suffered from PTSD and took a lot of medications to keep himself in check.

In order to gain physical strength, he picked up volleyball, partly because he loved the way his heart tugged when he played, and partly because he couldn't seem to find any other sport more interesting. He couldn't play a position as tough as wing spiker, and so, developed an affinity towards the setter position. 

In 2020 however, Oikawa and his mother had to move back to Japan, regarding his mother's medical issues and some unsettled visa complications. 

Oikawa joined Aoba Johsai for the last year of his highschool, however, closely monitored by his doctors. }

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He blinked, another dreadful day.

Sighing deeply, he shuffled his feet about and moved towards the bathroom. He looked up at the mirror and frowned. His eye-bags had gotten more prominent, he didn't resemble the guy who was once endlessly complimented for his looks. His hair drooped at his sides, oddly framing his face.

Disgusting. He thought to himself, looking away from the mirror.

"Tooru! Get down here for breakfast!" his mother called him. 

"Coming!" he replied, whilst picking up a toothbrush.

Oikawa wasn't looking forward to the day that lied before him. He was to be taking a neurobiology course at Miyagi Chou hospital, in order to meet the requirements for medical school at Kyoto University. 

He decided to take up a career in pharma, considering his medical condition and that it would be a more stable job, in order to support his single mother. Although he was more than happy to take care of his mother, who didn't quit on him when he was almost dying, he was frustrated that it couldn't be volleyball. It stung him every time he'd see his volleyball pen-pal, Kuroo Tetsuro, doing what he longed for. 

He put on a white t-shirt with a volleyball meme, blue jeans and a white cap, nothing too fancy. He slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way downstairs. He picked up a milk bread and an apple juice box, making his way to the door.

"Have fun! Hope it all goes well!" his mom spoke, giving him a weak but lovely smile.

"Thanks, mom." Oikawa smiled, hugging her tightly.

He said his goodbye, left his house and walked in the direction of the bus stop. Upon reaching his destination, he sat at the bus stop bench, taking out his phone to check the time, but instead finding a message from his new friend, Kuroo.

New Message! From: Tetsuro Kuroo @ 11:00 AM

Kuroo: 'Hey! How ya holding up, bud? Course starts today doesn't it? I'll text you after my practice match and you can complain all about it, haha."

Oikawa snorted.

Oikawa: 'Sure thing buddy, kick Tendou's ass for me will ya?'

Kuroo: 'HAHA...will do!'

Oikawa read the message and put his phone in his pocket.

I sure hope this day isn't a drag.