Back On The Court {Haikyuu x Oc}

Chapter 14

⚠️ TW: Kinda has some beating up and threats ( I think), but not in much detail. If you are uncomfortable with reading these things, you can always skip this chapter ⚠️

These are thoughts

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Mizuki pov.
When I go back, some of the others are already asleep. I go to my futon and I fall asleep.

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Dream
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I'm at the park, in regular clothes, and people see me.
"It's the Falcon!"
"Oh, look it's her! Let's get her autograph!"
"I want a picture!"
"I'm gonna get both! Ooooo I really want to meet her!"

People start crowding around.

I crouch down and cry.

"Stop it, go away!" But they keep coming.

Then, I'm transported to the gym with my former team.

I stand up and hear them talk.

"Ugh it's her."
"Do we have to play with her?"
"Ya, no matter what we do, she always gets the spotlight."
"It's not fair."
"I want her to leave."
"Make her go away!"
"Ya!"

I watch them, crying.

They walk up to me.

"Go away!"
"We don't want you on our team!"
"Ya, leave!"

I try to move, but I can't. They start beating me up.

"Fuck off!"
"No one wants you here!"

Then, I run out of the gym.

Suddenly, I'm in my room and in front of my computer.

I see messages on the screen.

"Get out of the spotlight or else."
"No one fucking cares about you or how you play!"
"Stop showing off! You aren't important!"
"No one needs you! Leave!"
"No one wants to see your ugly ass face on tv again! Stop playing or I will-"

I also see unknown numbers texts on my phone. I look at them

"Leave Spencer alone!"
"You're wasting his time bitch!"
"He doesn't need you!"
"He doesn't want to be your friend!"

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Dream over
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I sit up in my futon. I look around and see the others sleeping.

It was just a dream...

I feel tears falling from my eyes. I wipe them off.

Stop crying, stop crying.

I can't stop.

I look around again, and make sure everyone is asleep.

Then, I put on my hoodie and sneak outside.

Tsukishima pov.
I hear someone close the door.

I sit up and look around. The only empty futon is Mizuki's.

I tiptoed to her futon, and see that its wet.

Was she crying?

Then, I hear singing. A soft beautiful voice.