Family

                                    

                                          
Y/n's POV
                          
"Y/n, please talk to me. This time, I'm here for you."
                          
I turn around to face Oikawa who stood there. He raised arm and tried to reach out to me and I step back, hitting his arm away from me.
                          
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I scream. But that didn't stop him. Instead he came closer and pulled me into a hug. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. 
                          
"LET GO OF ME!!!" I cry as I punch his chest but I was too tired and hurt. Why? I'm so pathetic and weak. 
                          
I had calmed down a few minutes later but me and Oikawa were still in the hug. No one said anything and it was a comfortable silence. 
                          
"You know, you've been such a crybaby these past few days." He teases and chuckles. I playfully punch him in the chest and laugh. I rest my head on his chest.
                          
"Thank you Oikawa." 
                          
"No need to thank me. I'm just repaying you for everything that you've done for me in the past," He says and I smile, "But Y/n, please tell me what happened back there." Tears were threatening to fall but I held back. Stop crying Y/n. You're such an idiot. I mentally slapped myself and sighed.
                          
"Just promise you'll listen." I say and he nods. "Well it all started with me getting a few injuries from volleyball. My mom got really upset and told me not to play anymore. Then we started arguing and yelling at each other. I said such cruel words to her. I couldn't take it anymore so I ran out. I was crying and ran into the middle of a busy road of people crossing. I didn't realize everyone had already crossed and cars were starting to move. A truck came at me and I froze. The next thing I knew, I was pushed away and my mom was laying there on the road. She had taken the hit for me. I knew she was... dead," My voice started breaking, "It was all my fault... Just because I wanted to keep doing volleyball. So I told myself that I was never going to do anything involving volleyball, for my mom." The tears fell again. Oikawa pulled me into a hug once again.
                          
"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I could never know how difficult that must have been for you. That's why you said that your mom was on a really business trip and she wasn't going to come back in a long time. You were hurting and scared. And when you yelled when Maki asked you to be our manager.  Y/n... I'm sorry. Thank you for telling me." He says softly.
                          
Time Skip
                          
"Y/n, I think your mom would be okay with you playing volleyball." He says. My eyes widen and I look down at my feet. We were walking to my house after I had calmed down.
                          
"She knows how much it means to you. She told you to quit because she was worried about you." He explains. He's right. But...
                          
"I'll think about it, about volleyball that is." I say giving him a soft smile. We finally got to my house.
                          
"Thanks Oikawa."
                          
"No problem," He gives me a hug, "But seriously though, you've been so moody these days. Are you on your period or something?" He teases and I punch him.
                          
"Shut up idiot!" I shout before slamming my door. As I get inside, I smile and chuckle.
                          
Time Skip
                          
I was working on some homework when I heard the front door open. My uncle's probably home. I stay in my room and keep working on my homework until I hear my door creak open. I hear a knock on my door and I see my uncle standing there.
                          
"May I?" I sigh and nod.
                          
"Look, Y/n. I know you probably aren't going to tell me what happened before and I'm not going to force you to but I just wanted to check in and see if you were okay." He says and I shake my head.
                          
"No, it's only right that you know." I say. I explain to him what happened when my mother died and how I blamed myself for her death.
                          
"So that's the real reason my mom died..." He smiled apologetically, "You know, you're just like your mother." I tilt my head confused.
                          
"What do you mean by that?" I ask.
                          
"Always determined to do things, strong, brave,kind-hearted. Awkwardly social too. You also have her looks." He gently spoke.  I smile. Who knew that my uncle was this caring. I went up to him and gave him a hug.
                          
"Thank you Uncle Irihata."
                          
I realized then that I had a caring family that would be with me forever. Always there to support me, care for me. That I could be myself and express myself. That they're willing to wait eternity for me. I haven't thought about how lucky I was to have them in my life. I just hadn't given it time and thought. But now I know how important my family is to me and how I wouldn't be able to live without them. I'm thankful that I have them in my life.