I move before I think-each step, each jump, syncing with a rhythm only I can feel. The ball isn't just a ball; it's a beat. A pulse. A part of me. For a while, I forgot this, almost lost it all-dance, volleyball, everything that made me me. But now, Kageyama's sets come in sharp, unpredictable, and I catch them. Not because I'm faster, but because I know. In my bones, I remember how it felt to dance, how it feels to fly. I'm not just reacting anymore. I'm dancing. On the court. In the air. This is mine, and I won't lose it again. But am I really prepared to look back at my past? A/N: This is a haikyuu fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own haikyuu, rights to the owner.

Status: COMPLETED Words: 41455 On his twentieth birthday, a man is sent back in time to when he was the age of ten. Intending to repeat the same choices and actions he had made in the past, he discovers that things don't always play out according to expectations. Some Characters Back story will be completely different. Disclaimer : This story is a fan Fiction. The original story and characters are owned by kinugasa shōgo.

After his first year at the Advanced Nurturing High School, Fukazawa Yato is about to start his second year as a student. With a better understanding of the situation and himself, he is ready to face his past that is catching him up...but he couldn't expect all the problems that would bring this new year and new first years students. This is the second part of my story. If you haven't read Year 1 first, you should do so to understand. (Volumes 1 to 7) I don't own Classroom of the Elite.

Fukazawa Yato is forced to attend the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. Even if he had no motivation to go at the beginning, that will change more as time passes. Finally, his life will change when he meets the masterpiece of the White Room. So in this story, my OC is not more OP than Ayanokoji. BUT his potential is monstrous. This FanFiction is inspired by Classroom of the Elite: I am really an ordinary person by Azreel13. I don't own Classroom of the Elite.