ARXMA

Hinata had to admit: Transferring schools all of a sudden was a lot for him to handle - what with the forms to fill out and the entrance exam to pass; but he made it. He made it to this high-ranked academy towering in front of him; the feeling nervousness running down his spine. There would be a lot of things he’d have to adapt himself to, but that’s alright. And there would be a lot of things that might occur which then might lead to him failing a lot of classes, but that’s alright. Anything is alright compared to what made him happy the most:

He could play volleyball. In a proper club. Heck, it was even a class he had to attend no matter what. That’s all what mattered - even if leaving his actual dream behind took him a good month to get over. But it was time to move on. Time to start anew.

Running toward the new school building, his eyes filled with a spark of hope, as if he was removing whatever worries had manifested inside of his mind …only to stop to an immediate halt as the indescribably comfortable fragrance of flowers and herbs had filled the air around him before he could notice. It’s just as he decided to turn around that things happened too fast for him to handle, eventually leading to what he didn’t intend to do: bumping into someone.

"So—-"

Crap. Crap. Crap.

"…rry."