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If someone asked you for the full story, there was no way you could explain it. One moment, you were in junior high, relatively enjoying your time on the track team. The next, you were attending Fukurōdani Academy without a clue to which club you wanted to commit to. While you could have rejoined the track team, you were not especially good at sprints and had only done so for your friends at the time. Now, there was a much more daunting pressure about what you were going to be committing your time to. Akaashi has suggested you take-up the open managerial role for the volleyball club, since you were unsure you wanted to truly dedicate y

You led Kageyama back to the living room, the both of you standing awkwardly as the current Aobajōsai kids talked amongst each other. Oikawa stood the side, surveying the situation before tsking, then walking over to you and leading you to sit in the empty armchair while he leaned on the armrest. He placed a lazy arm across the back of the chair and you fought the urge to say a sarcastic remark. It immediately became silent, parents conversing amongst each other and unknowing to the tense situation in the center of the room amongst the young teens. Tōru was making it pretty obvious that he was draping his presence all around you.

It seems Kageyama is finally beginning to trust other people, you inwardly mused when you reran the last few plays within your mind. You stood at Aobajōsai’s side of the stands, waving to Oikawa with a smile when he spotted you, lining his team up to bow at those who came to watch the match. Oikawa made a point of smirking and pointing a finger-gun at you, making many heads turn towards your direction as he did so.   You felt the instant pang and vengeance of a thousand fangirls, making the third-years of Seijō roll their eyes as you tensely motioned a slash across your neck toward the brunet. Other Aobajōsai students,

Contrary to what Jisoo believed, you and Natsuya shared a generally peaceful dinner. Food and recounting his adventures, from London to California to Sydney - it was all solely funded from his winnings in swimming competitions. It made you wonder, how a man with such amazing potential, did not care for medals. He could easily be scouted onto the Olympic team, what was holding him back from staying here? While at dinner, Natsuya suggested getting everyone back together for dinner the following day. You invited your roommate and already had a place in mind since the two of you near haunted a specific dinner place (and thankfully it was open f

    -      Captain-Sama! In the groupchat is the username for the female captain of Shiratorizawa and do you know da wae is the reader’s lmao xxxx As much as Oikawa complained about him, you understood Kageyama Tobio to a certain extent. You spotted the setter during your shared time at Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High, him being one year your junior. There was no doubt the genius and pure talent that was coursing through his veins - he was surely going to make whichever high-school he attended proud. You had the same position as him on the women's volleyball team and served as vice-captain in your second-year, alongside a third-year wh

Background info: reader is one year older than Ushijima, which is why they’re very formal with her :) + this comes after Tendou's story in the timeline + I decided to no longer include the Oikawa story that I made a while back in my Shiratorizawa AU timeline :) + wow this is the longest one in the whole series lmao xXxXxXxXx You took one last gaze at the school, a whole chapter of your life seemingly closing before you. You served your position as captain of the women's volleyball team dutifully. The last three years were tinged with pride, leading your team and proudly donning your school uniform to it’s first national co

Tendou got a glimpse of your unique tuft of hair and it almost made him scream. Almost. But he did immediately bless whatever Gods could possibly exist for this second chance. Third chance? You both attended Shiratorizawa Academy in junior and senior high and you definitely caught his attention before. It was a toss-up between your chill personality and your overall friendly character, but he just felt drawn to you. And here you were, sitting opposite of him in a college far away from home. Tendou chalked up your lack of conversations due to the fact that before he was so busy with volleyball and he had powerhouse label to live up to –

You were on the phone, lazily chatting away with your favorite Salami and catching-up with what you had missed since the last time he called. You went to Shiratorizawa Academy Junior High with the red-haired middle-blocker and many of the other current third-years. During the break of your first-year of high school, your dad got a new job in Tokyo and it was off to Fukurōdani Academy for you. It was an amazing three-years that you would not change, from Bokuto’s inconsistent confidence – which did extend to girls! – to Akaashi’s eternal suffering. You were amongst the many who cried at graduation. It was not unti

As the student body president, it was your sworn duty to uphold the high ethics as a student and leader. Many often described your personality as rough or overly haughty from your mean-looking resting face. However, they continued to vote for you simply because you were the most qualified and your very presence screamed authority. You wanted to pursue politics in the future and therefore treated the role professionally. In your first-year, you were already elected as a delegate to the student government. Second-year, you were the vice president. And in your third-year you were the highest position possible. The only thing that kept you held b

Four years ago, it would have been a strange sight to see the great wing-spiker, (L/N) (F/N), sitting on the sideline of the volleyball team. Being the female team’s manager was nice, but just as ambiguous as the adjective. You sorely ached to be an active member on the court and you seemed to radiate that very thought throughout the schoolyear. At the end of your first-year you were switched from official wing-spiker to sub-pinch server. That was a huge demotion in your eyes, but a position you would gladly accept now. You knees were deteriorating and it was only facilitated at the Spring Tournament during your first-year. A bad-land f