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One day, twenty-five year old professional volleyball player Hinata Shouyou woke up in a room he hadn’t lived in since he was a teenager.
He frowned, cataloguing the sight in front of him. This was strange. He had been celebrating his team’s victory against Ali Roma only yesterday, and their subsequent winning of the FIVB Championships, in Poland. So how was he in Miyagi right now?
Maybe this was just a very elaborate prank, Shouyou theorised with an irritated sigh. Exactly how his teammates managed to fly him to Japan without waking him up is beyond him, but they all must have been pretty fucking buzzed last night to do something like this. He should text them, probably, maybe ask if they at least had the decency to book him a flight back.
He swung his feet off his bed and got off, only to fall back in shock as he realised—merda, he felt much, much shorter than he had last night.
Now that he took a proper look at it, his body was much smaller and skinnier. All of his muscles were gone . If he didn’t know better, Shouyou would’ve thought he was some kid, but that didn’t make sense, not when he knew he was an adult. Did someone do something to him last night?
Horrified, Shouyou speed walked to the bathroom to get a look in the mirror. What he saw… wasn’t his reflection. Not anymore. Hadn’t been in a while.
So what was the face of teenager-Shouyou doing in the mirror?
“Okaasan!” He hollered, trying not to panic. This was a dream, his mind chanted. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was a dream–
“What is it, Shouyou?” His mom yelled back, probably from the kitchen like she always did. Good, good. That meant she hadn’t gone off to work yet.
He ran down the stairs, bustling through the kitchen door. His mother looked up to give him a quizzical glance, but otherwise kept preparing their bento. Natsu was already at the kitchen table, grumpily eating her breakfast like a little brat
Shouyou’s breath caught. Why did his mom and sister suddenly look ten years younger?
Nobody answered his unasked question and the scene in front of him continued to look like a picturesque memory from his childhood. His body quivered where it stood, not liking the implications of what was happening. Unfortunately, Shouyou was much better known for his quick action rather than his thinking, and his mouth flew open on its own to say—
“Okaasan, why do you and Natsu-chan look so young today?”
Horrified hands clapped over his mouth, silencing it and buying his mind some time to think.
His mom chuckled. “Don’t think you can go around buttering me up, young man. No matter what you say, I’m not making you tamagoyaki for your bento!”
Eh? “Bento? Why would I need a bento?”
“For your first day, of course. It was all you could talk about last night! How did you forget? Are you feeling okay, Shouyou?”
Though he knew his mother was teasing, the redhead couldn’t help the feeble shake of his head. This made even Natsu look at him strangely.
Concerned hands cupped his face, pulling them up — up! — slightly to meet his mother’s eyes. “Oh, you don’t look so good. Why don’t you go rest up, honey? I know you were excited for school but this is no condition to go biking over a mountain.”
Shouyou had never had to bike over a mountain to get to school, except when he was at Karasuno.
(Now that he thought about it, his room had felt strange without his old club uniform in sight.)
He was too shocked to protest.
(Vaguely, he could hear Natsu ask, “Okaasan, what’s wrong with Niichan?”
She was quickly shushed.)
Shouyou didn’t know what was happening.
Or, more accurately, he knew too much of what was happening, and what would happen after.
His new situation felt surreal, straight out of a nightmare, with no way out. The more he thought about it, the more confusing it got, and the less he tried to think about it– Well. Not -thinking about something was the same as thinking about it, right? After being holed up in his room for most of the morning, Shouyou had raided the house the second his family had left. He wasn’t sure what exactly he had been searching for—clues, old memories, proof that the memories he remembered had happened—but it was to no avail. None of his little knickknacks existed anymore. It was like he had gone back in time or something–
Shouyou gasped, because holy shit. Holy shit, he had gone back in time.