Where a girl goes back to school for her second year of highschool to deal with nuisances who can't seem to leave her alone
(YANDERE HAIKYUU X FEMALE READER!)
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AUTHOR POV!
After the first match ended, it was announced that the second round wouldn’t start until 1:30 PM, which left you with way too much free time.
Honestly, you didn’t even know where you were anymore.
You spent the past hour just wandering around the giant tournament building, weaving through endless hallways, dodging players, getting briefly lost near the bathrooms, then somehow ending up near the vending machines three different times.
Paranoia was also a huge factor. Every few minutes, you’d check over your shoulder, peeking around corners and behind pillars, because frankly, you were half-convinced that Big Booty Judy Ushijima was going to pop out of nowhere, still determined to "protect you" from nonexistent dangers, or worse — lecture you for calling out his dump truck of an ass.
You were not ready to have that conversation.
You even checked the ceilings once to make sure he wasn't in the damn vents. (You weren’t proud of that moment, but you needed to be sure.)
You were basically pulling a full-on stealth mission to avoid any chance of running into that terrifyingly devoted man.
Every time you turned a corner, you checked both ways like you were crossing a busy street.
No lie, at one point you even opened a janitor’s closet and flinched so hard at a mop that you almost threw hands. You were living in survival mode
But finally, after doing an entire full circle around the building (and possibly another half lap out of boredom), you noticed the time blinking on the wall clock: 1:27 PM.
Adjusting your team jacket over your shoulders, you finally started making your way back toward the main gym, stretching your arms lazily as you walked.
Your steps echoed softly down the hallway, the murmur of voices and squeaking of volleyball shoes growing louder the closer you got.
You pushed the door open — and immediately were greeted by the familiar chaos of Karasuno's team warming up.
Across the polished gym floor, Nishinoya, Karasuno’s libero and resident chaotic gremlin, was mid-dive, springing off the ground dramatically as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "ROLLING... THUNDER!!"
You physically recoiled like a cat hearing a vacuum cleaner, standing there at the doorway for a second, staring blankly as Nishinoya posed like he just saved the world.
His arms dramatically raised toward the heavens, looking like he was about to be cast in some action anime where he was the protagonist screaming his ultimate move.
He was beaming with unfiltered pride, standing tall like he had just solved world hunger with that receive.
"Again, again!!" Nishinoya insisted excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a toddler who just ate three bowls of sugar, already sprinting back into position.
