(Y/N) is forced to join a club after transfering to Karasuno High, and after finding out that her childhood neighbour Hinata had joined the Volleyball Team and that the same team was looking for a new manager, she finds herself entangled with their Coach. Warning: This is a student X teacher story. (Y/N) is a 3rd year. This makes her OVER 18. Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK. ALL RIGHTS TO THE CREATOR OF HAIKYUU

Your friend is assistant coach at the karasuno high school, home of the flying crows. He's got to tend to his mother and doesn't want to leave the coach alone. I mean of course he needs an assistant coach. Well lucky for you you've got the skills. Playing volleyball in school wasn't for nothing. You need to find something to pass the time anyway so why not do it? Well turns out this coach is actually your crush from high school and he's just as annoying as he was before

Y/N was so excited. She finally came back to Nockfell to see her old best friend, Larry, once again. They used to be closer than ever, until she moved away due to her father getting a new job across state. Thankfully, with summer being here, Lisa got in contact with her and offered her a place to stay for the entire time. Little did she know, she was getting herself into some crazy ghost shit. And she was especially not ready for him. (This story is loosely based on the game! nothing is exact of course, but the characters are the same and obviously anything that goes on in this story doesn't have to correlate with the plot of the real game! generally, I see the characters as adults, the older versions of themselves still living in Addison Apartments with their respective families!) THERE IS ALSO TWO BOOKS IN THIS WATPADD THINGY. BOOK ONE IS COMPLETE TECHNICALLY AND BOOK TWO IS ONGOING INSIDE THIS BOOK ! ❤️

Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.