One Shots

Sugawara x Daichi - Haikyuu

2/4/16

Hello. My name is Sugawara Koushi and I’m writing this journal so I don’t go insane. To put it simply; it’s been a week. A week since I had last successfully talked to another human. Whenever I try they all turn away or look right through me as if I’m not there. It’s like one large cruel game. Kind of like those games you played as a kid, to see who could stay silent the longest. It’s exactly like that. Except the rules are that you can’t talk, look at or even acknowledge my existence. It’s the most brutal form of torture I could imagine.

2/11/16

It’s been the same cycle for the last 3 weeks. I get up, eat breakfast, say goodbye to my parents, (who continue to pretend I don’t exist) go to school; get ignored by my teachers and classmates. I skip lunch, and then I walk home. I past the Sakura residents, their dog barks at me and Sakura-san looks more freaked out each day I pass the large home. I don’t know how long everyone will be able to keep the façade up.

 Every night –and only at night- I hear my mother’s cries and pleas. She’ll ask “Why? Why him? It should have been me.” Then my dad will try to comfort her only to break down into tears himself.  I don’t know who they’re talking about; they never allow a name to fall past their cracked lips, it’s as if they were to speak of this person to loud, poison would spill in dry mouths and down swollen throats. I pity the unnamed male that caused so many tears, to fall past normally dry eyes.

2/18/16

I didn’t go to school yesterday. My parents didn’t say anything – not like I excepted them to anyway. I stayed home to search. At the time I had no clue what I was looking for. All I knew was that there was something to be found. So I looked; in the cupboard, under the coach, behind the TV, I tore the house apart. By the time I had gotten to the last room in our home –my parent’s room- I had barely any energy left. I looked in their closet, bathroom, all the drawers and lastly under there bed. I don’t know what I was expecting; but I know it wasn’t this. A stack of missing news clippings –from news papers, magazines, milk cartoons, anything you could plaster a picture on really.  They all had the same picture of me duplicated to the front. A bright smile with my pearly teeth showing, my grey hair neatly combed to the side, and my brown eyes sparkling with happiness.

The paper that was at the bottom of the pile shook me to the core. It was a note, from the police stating that my body had been found by a river. Bloody and abused. I was dead. I had been dead for 4 weeks and the cause of my death was blunt force trauma.

2/28/16

I haven’t written to you in a while but I have a good reason for that- I promise. After finding out that I’m dead and most likely a ghost, I began to leave the house more often. I kind of lost track of the time last week and stayed out until 10 pm. When I realized it was so late I began to walk home but someone called out. At first I thought they were talking to someone else so I ignored them. When they called out again and said something about a grey haired boy I knew they were talking to me. I swung around and asked him if he could see me. He said yes and then questioned why- as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I decided to take my chances and explain to the stranger that I was dead and no one has been able to see me for 6 weeks. He seems surprised and offered to be my friend which I said agreed to. It’s not every day that you meet someone who can see dead people and are totally okay with becoming friends with them. Long story short me and Daichi Sawamura are now friends and have been meeting up and talking to one another every day.

3/15/16

It’s felt like a day since I had last written you. I guess the saying “Time turns fast when you’re having fun” is true. I’ve been spending a lot more time with Daichi-san lately. I feel alive when I’m around him. Honestly he’s like a magic spell.  I think I’m beginning to grow romantic feelings for him. Every time he touches me my heart starts beating so fast – which is a miracle in my mind. I’m dead I shouldn’t have a heart or should I? I’m not very well acquainted with the whole being dead thing yet, but I’ll figure it out.

3/28/16

I confessed my feeling to Daichi today. He said he returned them. I honestly couldn’t be happier.

4/2/21

I was cleaning the house while Sawamura was at work and found you in the attic. I haven’t talked to you for so long. I have no excuses, really. Sawamura and I moved in together. He said and I quote “I would marry you but people will think I’m nuts, for proposing to a ghost.”  We did adopt a daughter though. She can see me, just like Sawamura can. Her name is Lilly and she is the sweetest child that I have ever met.

You might think I’m crazy for saying this but I’m happy I was kidnapped and died all those years ago.  If I were still alive I wouldn’t have met Sawamura and fallen in love, I wouldn't have adopted Lilly and known what it feels like to be called "Papa", I wouldn't have shed so many tears or laughed so hard that I could barely breath. In a way it was like a miracle that only I would understand.