𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔- 𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘼

four

TW: small mention of death

Junior high.

Through your eyes

"And y/n l/n scored another point with her incredible spiking range! The way she can use her whole upper body to increase her spiking range is terrific!!" The announcer yelled.

You loved volleyball and that was no secret. You played it vigorously almost every day. You had a special technique that most people spiking didn't. You didn't just use your arms to spike the ball you used your whole upper body to spike the ball. It made things much easier when facing a blocker and you loved that.

Your team won thanks to your last spike. You saw your dad and grandma waving to you as you did. You looked at almost everyone who came to your game honestly. It was great to see so many people were interested in this game.

After the game was over you got the praise you normally got from your dad. He complimented your playing all the time. That's not to say your grandma didn't either but hearing it from your dad who also played volleyball in his youth made you so happy.

''Keep winning games for me y/n!'' You heard your dad last say to you as you went to bed.

That really was the last thing he'd say to you.

Morning came and soon after you had learned he had died from sudden cardiac arrest. You didn't understand how. He seemed so healthy. You couldn't believe that the last thing he said to you was about volleyball and you hadn't told him you loved him or anything like that. You felt guilty. You didn't understand it at all but you wanted to just keep that guilt with you. You wanted to use that guilt and do what he said. You were going to keep winning games for him.

For the next weeks, you would continue to win games with your unflawed technique. They were mostly practice matches but it didn't matter to you. A win is a win.

It was until your next big game was when you realized your technique was flawed. Your spike had been blocked by the opponents. Your eyes widened as you saw the ball fall all the way onto the ground. Once the announcer announced the winners you couldn't believe it. You...lost? You didn't want to believe it. You SAID you would win. Losing was not in the picture.

Tears formed in your eyes as you felt your teammates huddle around you. They told you it would be fine and how they would win the next one. You couldn't even think about anything else besides the fact you hadn't been able to grant your father's wish. You just wanted to win all your games from now on. A very unrealistic goal but you wanted to try. You thought your technique could work, it wasn't flawed but I guess it was. Your teammates didn't notice but your expression darkened at the thought of that stupid technique. You should've known it wouldn't work, the technique was terrible.

After the game was over you decided to go to the water fountain to just get some refreshments if you're being honest. You didn't want to face your grandma just yet after losing that game. After you finished you were about to leave until you felt someone lightly grab your arm. You turn to see it was a guy with brown hair and pretty yellow eyes. You had no idea who he was but you thought you had seen him around school once or twice.

"Rintarō Suna." The guy said bowing suddenly.

"Y/N L/N." You said to him.

"I watched your other game and saw how you manipulated your upper body so you can spike the ball in different directions. I used it a bit in my volleyball practice and it worked. It's a really good technique." Suna said with a lazy smile.

Your smile faded as you heard him say these words.

He... was going to use your technique? The technique that caused you to lose? Were you... setting him up for failure? He thought your technique was bad when really it was so basic. You didn't want him to go down the same road you had just gone down.

"Hey. Suna. You shouldn't use that technique. It'll only set you up for failure." You say smiling at him. You wanted to sound as nice as you can to not make him feel disappointed. You weren't going to let another kid follow in your footsteps and fail in front of everyone. No way. You turned around and walked off hoping he would take your advice. You were really curious about how he played besides your technique but you didn't want to ask a guy you just met that so you didn't.

Over the next few weeks, you tried different volleyball techniques. None really worked for you. You just figured it would be easier not to have one but at the same time, you wanted to play perfectly. You started to get better on your blocking and even started using more force when spiking the ball which seemed to work for you.

You heard about a game for the boy's volleyball game was coming up. You thought of Suna as you knew he went to your school, well you guessed he went to your school but you wanted to go. Your grandma let you go by yourself as she wanted to see you smile more after your father had died.

During the start of the game, you spotted Suna. You smiled knowing you were right about him going to your school and you sat happily. That was until you saw Suna using the technique you told him not to do. He just kept and kept using it. He scored the points. Most of them. That wasn't the point though, he was just like you. How you used to be when you first started doing what he was doing. It started well, you got so many points but in the end, it would just fail. You warned him about it because you didn't want anyone to fail due to being inspired by a stupid technique you used. It was so stupid. You watched the rest of the game angry. You were angry at yourself and Suna but more at yourself for even using that technique in the first place.

Once the game was over you looked for Suna. You found him and walked over to him as he turned to you. Your expression was dark as you walked over to him.

"I thought I told you not to use that technique. It's a bad technique." You said.

"And I ignored that so you could see that this "bad" technique was actually a really good one," Suna said to you. You could hear the annoyance in his voice which made you upset. You thought he might've actually considered your advice.

"I'm just trying to help you. That was exactly what happened to me when I used that technique. It started with praise and being dependent on it. It seems good until you end up getting blocked which will happen to you!" You yelled pointing at Suna. You were so angry at yourself for this, you knew he was just going to end up failing because of you. You just always thought it would be because of you.

"You're the one who inspired me to use it," Suna said to you.

You paused at those words as you heard him say them. You wanted to calm down but just some ''stupid'' guilt kept riling you up.

"And I'm the one who's telling you to stop using it." You said glaring at him.

You both glared at each other angrily. It was almost like a staring contest. When he wouldn't back down, I think apart of you just gave up. You realized how stupid you looked trying to convince this guy who was pretty much a stranger to stop so you just decided to walk away.

'' Stuck up....'' You whispered to yourself walking away.