Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Journey
The rhythmic beeping of an alarm clock cut through the silence of the dimly lit room. A hand shot out from under the blanket, smacking the snooze button with practiced precision. Tatsuki Asano groaned, pushing himself upright as the gray morning light filtered through the blinds. Today wasn't just any morning—it was his first day at Date Tech High School.
He exhaled slowly, rubbing his face. High school, huh? It didn't feel real yet.
Tatsuki swung his legs over the side of his bed, his bare feet pressing against the cool wooden floor. With a deep breath, he stretched his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders. The faint ache of yesterday's training lingered, but it was a familiar sensation—one that reassured him.
His room was simple, almost minimalistic. A desk sat against the wall, cluttered with notebooks and a laptop. A few posters of musicians and volleyball legends adorned the walls, and his guitar leaned against the corner. His duffel bag, already packed with school supplies and a spare volleyball jersey, rested near the door.
With practiced ease, he moved through his morning routine—brushing his teeth, splashing cold water on his face, and taming his slightly messy ash-gray hair. He caught his reflection in the mirror, eyes sharp and focused. His collarbone tattoo peeked out slightly from under his shirt, the familiar treble clef a silent reminder of his love for music.
"Alright," he muttered to himself. "Let's do this."
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Breakfast & Conversations
Descending the stairs, Tatsuki was met with the warm scent of grilled fish and miso soup. His mother, dressed in a casual apron, stood by the stove, flipping tamagoyaki with practiced ease.
"You're up earlier than usual," she said, glancing over her shoulder with a small smile.
Tatsuki shrugged, sliding into his seat at the table. "Didn't want to be late. First impressions and all."
His father, already seated with the morning newspaper, peered at him over the rim of his coffee cup. "First day of high school... You nervous?"
Tatsuki paused, considering. "Not really."
His father chuckled. "Figures. You never really overthink things."
His mother placed a steaming bowl of rice in front of him. "Just don't skip meals if you get busy, alright? High school will be different."
Tatsuki nodded, grabbing his chopsticks. "I'll be fine." He started eating, savoring the familiar taste of home-cooked food.
As he finished his meal, his mother placed a neatly packed bento on the table. "Here, for lunch. Make sure you eat properly."
Tatsuki took it, tucking it into his bag. "Thanks, Mom."
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The Walk to School
The streets were alive with students in freshly pressed uniforms, some chatting excitedly, others dragging their feet. Tatsuki adjusted his bag over his shoulder, earphones in as music pulsed through his ears. The steady rhythm helped him focus, blocking out the morning chatter around him.
As he neared Date Tech High, the towering school building came into view. The large stone sign with bold kanji letters stood proudly at the entrance. The moment felt surreal—he was really here.
He stepped through the gates, weaving through the sea of students. Conversations buzzed around him—talks of club sign-ups, nervous first-years, and returning upperclassmen. Despite the excitement in the air, Tatsuki remained calm, eyes scanning the area.
"So this is where it all starts, huh?" he murmured to himself.
He made his way through the hallways, following the signs toward the administration office. After confirming his class assignment, he moved to another counter—the sports club registration area. His eyes immediately found what he was looking for.
"Volleyball Club Registration"
Tatsuki picked up a pen, filling out the form with steady hands. Name, year, position…
Position: Opposite Hitter
A staff member, an older man in a Date Tech tracksuit, glanced at his form. "You're joining the volleyball team, huh? Trials are in two days. Be at the gym after school."
Tatsuki nodded. "Got it."
As he walked away, the weight of reality settled in. Two days. That was all the time he had before he had to prove himself.
His grip tightened on his bag strap. This isn't middle school. No more training in the shadows. This was his chance to show what he was capable of.
With renewed determination, he made his way to his classroom, ready to begin his high school journey.
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