1: “Cutting class isn't really cool.”

Keep it in mind that I do not own the characters in this story. Everything is based off of Haruichi Furudate manga series called Haikyu. I did create and write this fan fiction though.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Fukurōdani Academy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Wednesday, 5th of September

The second semester of the school year had finally commenced.

Summer break was long and tiring. This went, especially, for one second year student. He had nothing to do. Which was nothing new to him. At least in school, he had something to do. Even though he did not like going. He thought it was a hassle.

Grasping his pen, Akaashi struggled to write. He never has had a problem with writing before but this was a different case, completely. Bearing the thought of failing this assignment, Akaashi wrote down everything but the truth.

The assignment was to write about a friend. That was all. Akaashi strived for a long time to find one of those; a friend. Never once succeeding, he eventually abandoned the impossible task at hand.

He grew weary as time went on. That is nothing new though. He does not get much rest when he is supposed to, affecting him in his school life.

Sometimes he would take naps in between classes.

His hand stood still as he had finished his last sentence in his writing. Not bothered to look over it, he handed it in as is, and left the classroom.

He walked down the overly familiar hallway, the pace was steady, no rush. He turned a corner before he made his way down another one. He knew the place he needed to go to was near.

The exit.

Akaashi leaned against the door that was directly under the illuminating white and red sign. A blaring beep escaped when it released from the hatch. Only half opened, cold, outside air hit Akaashi in his face, instantaneously. He shook it off and opened the door the rest of the way.

A voice echoed down the hall, "excuse me?" Akaashi's movements died as he gripped the crash bar. He knew he could make a run for it but it was almost like he was frozen solid. Footsteps started to become louder by each second. "Cutting class isn't really cool." The voice sounded as if it was right behind him.

He swallowed his own saliva, stepping outside of the building. His step turned into a dead sprint. The school became smaller and smaller as he fared from it.

Normal people would question who the voice belonged to. Akaashi, on the other hand, was not 'normal people.' He would like to think he was normal but he knew that was not true and that was alright with him.

Once the school was no longer in his view of sight, his sprint died down to a walk. He arrived at his house, momentarily later.

Akaashi sighed when he closed the door behind himself. He took off his shoes and proceeded to his room without a word to his parents.

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