Swish.

Missed.

Swish.

Missed again.

Swish.

Got it. But not good.

Tck.

Ah. I completely didn't measure the power. Last one now.

Cring.

Oh... I got it. That was a pretty good sound I made.

Then I sighed, slowly put down my bow and take a step back and sit down in a proper manners. When I'm done on doing it, I carefully sit up, walk to a small desk where I put my notebook.

I open it, take my pencil and write the records of how my conditions today. How much did I hit, and how much did I do as I draw circle if I hit, and cross if I missed.

Today it just me that in dojo, more like, it is just me. Well, not like there's have been anyone visited this dojo.

Looking at my phone, I notice it's already near 8 a.m already. Which means, it's time for me to go to Volleyball practice. Well, watch it I guess.

Why did I even decide to join Volleyball club when I'm already in other club. Even though I'm just a manager in the Volleyball club. 

Oh yea, it's all because of that flat-ass that have a charming smile that I can't help to admit, no it's not because of that I decided to join in一 absolutely no.

He just suddenly came up to me when I seems helped him? I don't know. He said that's the reasom which is so abstract. Really, he was so sudden and abruptly say to be his personal manager, personal, I refused of course. But it's because he REALLY wanting me to do it (I hate how he used those face where I can't refuse.) So I don't have any choice to accept it.

Hear me readers, he always use many kinds of words to deceive me. He's saying things like "Let me be spoiled to you!" and, "You're the only one for me~" as a joke. And I hated that. Why he even say that as a joke, why not as the true一 ahem, that... is a misunderstanding.

Anyways, let's just forget about that.

I look at the notebook and realize the assignment the Kyuudo club coach assign to the members.

"...Write your own profile in the book and then submit it."

Why did our coach think this is a good idea to do so.

Well, understandble I guess. We're lacking members lately so I guess this is one of the way to get more members?

...I feel this is unrelated. Meh, it just a profile. It's the same as when you get into a new class and have to introduce yourself many times. That was so.... Troublesome.

I sighed and grab my pen, slowly write my own profile.

First, my name一

Name: Narumiya Haruki
Age    : 16
Hobby: Kyuudo, listen to music, playing music, drawing.

What else...? Like and dislike? I think that will be completely unrelated. Who want to know me to that extent anyways?

Thinking for a while whether I stop write the profile or not, I decide to add some more regardless the thought of it's no use of it.

Likes: Noodles, Kyuudo, books, pudding, ice cream, bread, tea.
Dislike: Loud, crowds that's too much, ghost, insects (lizard), any scary things.

...Is it really necessary to write your own weakness when you don't know someday people will use advantages of that?

...

Then a face of that person with a cheeky smile came up in my head.

"...I should erase it before he find out."

Then I erased it. So it just about my likes, and no dislike. Now I become scared when I imagine if he found out about this.

Anyways what else should I write...? The contents I wrote should be enough for a profile. Then I thinking for a while, what should I do. Add something or no?

A thought suddenly popped up.

"...Should I add the fact I have a little brother? But, he's in the same club so it's kind of pointless to do that."

I sighed, did my little brother write the fact they're brothers? Thinking for a while, I decide to not add it.

"Oh well, our surname is the same, everyone will know eventually." Decide to not think really hard just for a profile, I close my notebook and put it in my bag. 

Stand up, I went to take my arrows back after using it. Thankfully it didn't broke or something, if it broke, well, it's gonna be me that broke instead.

After cleaned up the mess I made in dojo, I go to the changing room to change to my uniform from my attire.

I already put my bow and arrows to the case. I look at the mirror and see how the cyan colored jacket and the pale blue shirt on me.

One thing I didn't regret joining the Volleyball club is the jacket. Honestly, it's cute. The color of the cyan with the white is so iconic. It really feels like an elite.

When I was going to lock the door of the changing room and the dojo, a call came up suddenly. I took out my phone and look at the caller name, only to sigh.

I accept the call and put it in my ear.

"Hello?"

"Haru-chan! Where are you! Practice already started! I need you一"

"Oi Shittykawa! Don't skip practice and bothering Haruki you bastard!"

"Iwa-chan it hurts!"

The sigh I let out only get bigger and bigger hearing them bantering as always. It just a morning practice, do I even have to go? Though I didn't say that to them, even though I'm wondering about that every morning.

"I just finished my morning practice here and already cleaned up, I'm on my way there."

"Alright~ I need you here right now to ease myself from Iwa-chan earlier一 Iwa-chan that was dangerous! You missed it on purpose didn't you!"

I can imagine how the scene unfolding even though I'm not there. I laughed briefly before answering him.

"Alright alright, I'm your personal manager after all."

"Oh? You finally admits you're my personal manager Haru-chan~?"

I can hear how he seemed happy but with teasing me as I just coughed. "It's the truth after all, anyways... why do I even have to ease you when Iwa-chan's right about it?"

"Why? Of course because your existence itself heals me."

See? He always joke around about it and I'm trying so hard to not lose into that statement. He's surely saying that easily because he's always say that to his fans as an act of service. Which I can't take it seriously.

"Alright alright, I'm going right now so just wait for me."

"Roger that~ I'm waiting for you always Haru-chan一 Ouch! Hey! I said it was dangerous一"

The call ended just like that. Looking at the phone for a minute, I put my phone back to my pocket and locking the door of the dojo.

'Let's go then, cannot make them wait.'

When I'm walking, I just notice the shake on my hand. I grip my hand and open it, still shaking.

I'm sure it happened when I'm doing shooting in dojo. It still not cured after all.

"My... arm?"

"Yes, the muscles seems become unstable and I'm sure you hurting everytime you try to use your arm forcefully."

"...How long does it take to heal?"

"I'm not entirely sure when, but i think if you slowly take rehabilitation frequently it can be better around... 6 months."

"Does that have... any connection why I have panic attacks everytime I shoot?"

"For that, I think it lies inside you Narumiya-san. The reason why you have panic attacks, it could be some of trauma of an incident that made you shaken up badly. Do you have any ideas?"

"I..."

It slowly healing, now I can shoot with no panic attacks. Precisely, the amount I got it decreased and I could control it pretty much now.

But, it's always when I didn't realize it.

Decide to not think about it, I continue to walk to the school.

Well, let's see how I can hold on the chaos on both club.

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Hello everyone! I finally wrote a Haikyuu fanfic!! I think this book will be my favourite book I ever wrote because no matter I don't see Haikyuu again, I can never grown tired of it and the hyperfixation still there.

This is the first time I wrote Haikyuu fanfic, so forgive me if I made the characters too ooc or mischaraterized the characters. You guys can correct me if I made that mistake!

I've made the illustration of this book so you can imagine how Haruki is.

Enjoy this book!!