*Ding~

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Mission 2:

《 Make the proclaimed demon coach Tanji Washijo meow》

Reward: 200 points
Failure results in penalty spin.
Time limit: 167 hours, 59 minutes

Good Luck!
≥3≤

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I'm guessing that my extreme desolation was radiating off me at full power since Coach Washijo almost instantly looked up at me.

"Boy, you okay there? You look as if your life got sucked out of you you know? You look horrible."

I swear when he spoke to me, my soul really came flying straight out of my body. My mind didn't even register that he had technically insulted me by stating that I looked horrible.
Also, Turns out my small body couldn't take all the pressure and stress, causing black spots to fill my vision before everything went black.

-
Washijo's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the kid's face losing color rapidly as he stood there with his head turned facing his direction. However right after he spoke, the kid's body wavered a little before collapsing onto the ground of his living room. 

"What the heck did you do now?", his wife came out of the kitchen with a bag full of cookies, her eyes blinking profusely as she stared at the now fainted boy on the ground.

"I didn't do anything. He fainted on his own." Washijo raised his hands in a surrender notion.

Washijo's wife narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her husband before placing the boy onto the sofa. Motioning for her husband to get his ass out of it to make space for the poor unconscious boy.

-

"It must be you. You must have said or done something!"

"I did not", a firm voice spoke after.

My head throbbed as I blinked multiple times trying to clear up my blurry vision, awakening to the sound of Washijo and his wife arguing.

"Ah, you're awake. Want a glass of water?" the woman asked as she looked at me with concern.

I nodded my head slowly, not yet trusting my voice to speak without stuttering as I eyed Washijo briefly as he sat on a nearby chair.

Internally, I've decided not to call him Coach Washijo since he ain't my coach so :p.
I admit I may have overreacted a little. I mean he doesn't seem too bad at the moment. Especially since I'm not doing anything related to volleyball now, so he can't judge me.

As Washijo's wife walked away to retrieve me some water, Washijo spoke up giving me another mini heart attack, "Kid, what's your name, and do you have any experience with sports?"

I blinked. What's with the sudden line of questioning?

"M/N s-sir. And yes", I answered honestly without stipulating exactly what kind of sports.

"Washijo. And what sports do you typically play?"

I dug my own grave, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Shut up, X.

:p

"I normally play basketball or do some ice skating, Washijo-san", I replied warily, leaving out volleyball purposefully.

"Hm, how about volleyball? I noticed while you're unconscious that your body is rather well maintained at such a young age."

Ah fuck.

"I normally run daily so yeah. And no what even is a volleyball... haha", I lied. I swear to god why am I so awkward.

"Do you want to try volleyball?" He questioned, looking at me straight in the eye.

I froze. 
Washijo you old man, what the heck are you doing I'm 6 years old for god's sake. Don't scout me, fuck, fuck fuck, how do I reply, "I-I-I..."

Thankfully right at that moment, Washijo's wife returned with the glass of water, thanking her quickly, I gulped down the water, before standing up giving a hurried bow and brief thanks before scurrying out of the house and back into mine.

As I made it into my new room safely, I let out a sigh of relief, though tearing a little due to my missed cookies. But thankfully, I managed to escape such a situation.
I was a little rude leaving so abruptly, but I seriously hope I didn't leave too bad of a bad impression. *sigh*

"M/N, it's dinner time, get your butt downstairs!", I heard my mother calling out.

"Hai! I'm coming!"

Huh, I never knew I spent so much time upstairs already... or was I passed out for too long? Heading down to eat, my mind was filled with worry. I really didn't want to receive any penalty, and I can't cancel the mission, but my task is basically impossible! To hell with all those (I'm possible) bullshit.

Can you even imagine the demon coach Washijo meowing adorably in broad daylight? Exactly.

-

Ahhhhh my first day in Sukomi Elementary school. What if I have no friends? 0-0

Hm, I'm in class 1/3 according to this paper, but where is the classroom? Why is there no one here to help me?
Talk about zero out of five stars hospitality and service.

Oof. 
Again, I bumped into another person with both of us falling onto the ground. Deja vu much?

Looking up, my eyes widened for the hundredth time since I found out that I was in the Haikyuu universe.

Messy ash blonde hair with dark tips along with a slight strict look on his adorable flawless face. Yep, that's Semi Eita alright.

"I'm so sorry!" I stood up quickly bowing down.

He too stood up, politely speaking "It's quite alright"

Biting my lip, I thought for a second if I should ask him where my classroom was. Technically he should be 2 years older than me in this world, so he should be in 3rd grade. 

"Um senpai, do you know where is classroom 1/3?" I shyly asked.

"1/3? Yeah it's on the way to my classroom, I can guide you if you want"

"Thank you so much senpai!" I bowed once more.

The walk to the classroom would've been quiet but thank god Semi surprisingly actually decided to start a conversation with me.

"Hello, I'm Semi Eita. What's your name?" he inquired, looking at me.

"Akiri M/N", I replied as calmly as possible. Which is a little difficult for me since Semi Eita is my second favorite character in the entire Haikyuu cast. My baby is a cute child right in front of me, I'm hyperventilating a little on the inside. Being excited is completely valid.

"So Akiri-san, I can see that you're in first grade, but it is in the middle of the semester and you're still lost?", Semi questioned looking slightly baffled.

"Um, I actually just moved near here, so today is actually my first day."

"Ah, I see. I'm in 3rd grade so I'm 2 years older than you. Want to be friends?" he asked, looking away with a hint of shyness painted on his face.

I grinned, "Sure senpai!"

He returned my smile, "Then let's meet during recess okay? the first to third years have the same time slot for break."

I nodded as he waved me goodbye since we've reached my classroom.
I'm glad I made a new friend.
As I knock on the door, the teacher looked at me smiling as she ushers me into the classroom, before requiring me to introduce myself.

"Hello, my name is Akiri M/N. I hope that we'd get along!"

"Okay Akiri-san, please sit on the empty seat behind Kunimi-san. Kunimi-san please do raise your hand", my teacher instructed.

Wait a damn minute- Did she just say Kunimi? As in Kunimi Akira? 

Glancing in the direction of the raised hand, I analyzed the person sitting there; dark hair that is parted into two sides in the middle paired with an indifferent tired-looking expression etched on his face...
Yeah, that's Kunimi Akira alright.

New personal goal: Make friends with Kunimi Akira.

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Author's note:
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