*Volleyball Au, duh, no not haikyuu, but like, kind of. Maybe... okay just a little bit.*

NO QUIRKS

Okay this is highkey inspired by @MLB224 they're the best check 'em out. But beware of the sinful shit on their account ;)

THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE PROLOGUE OF MY BOOK 'Over The Net'!!! a lot of you wanted me to make it a book so uh, here you go.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Aizawa, his volleyball coach and homeroom teacher yelled at their team for not playing hard enough.

Bakugou clicked his tongue as Aizawa sighed, telling them to warm up.

"Oi! Kirishima, let's practice some passing, you could use it."

"HEY!"

Bakugou snickered as his red headed best friend scowled, walking to the other side of the court as he got ready to receive the ball.

As Bakugou's hand lifted to serve the ball another volleyball wacked him in the head.

He fell over, a large red spot forming where the ball made contact with his skin.

"I'm SO sorry!" A girl yelled, running over to him, she was on the girl's volleyball team, who were practicing on the second volleyball court.

She leaned down to see him, brushing his hair out of the way, Bakugou grumbled to himself as he pushed her away, shakily moving to his feet before crumbling to the floor again.

"Coach!" She called, making sure Bakugou was still awake.

Aizawa jogged over, holding back a laugh as he saw Bakugou.

"Take him to the nurse, he probably just has a concussion."

Y/n helped Bakugou to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist as his arm fell over her shoulders.

"I don't need... your help." Bakugou hissed, stumbling through the hallways.

"Last time I checked you're the one that can't stand on his own two feet, lemme at least get you to the nurses office."

~*~*~*~*~

Bakugou scowled as the nurse read off of her clipboard.

"So you do have a concussion, so no sports or anything for a week, here's your pass for gym, and if you ever need headache meds all of your teachers are stocked with them."

"Thank you!" Y/n called as she and Bakugou walked out of the office. Bakugou no longer needed help walking, but the nurse insisted Y/n be there to make sure he didn't pass out in the halls.

"So what's your name? Mine's Y/n."

"Bakugou, the best volleyball player to ever live."

"Better than All might, the best spiker ever? I don't think so."

Bakugou 'tch'ed.

"What do you know about volleyball, last time I checked you're on the freshman team."

"Actually, I was just there to supervise practice and teach them a few extra skills, I'm on the junior team."

"Hah! I bet they only brought you in to help with practice because you're the wors player on the team and they needed you off the court."

"Actually, I'm off the court on a sprained ankle, and my team has been losing all of their games since I left."

"Tch, whatever! You're just a piece of shit that can't do anything!"

"YOU COULDN'T GET UP WHEN A FRESHMAN SPIKED A VOLLEYBALL INTO YOUR FACE!"

"YOU COULD BARELY CARRY ME DOWN THE HALLWAY!"

"I HAVE A SPRAINED ANKLE!"

"OH SHUT UP!"

Highkey wanna make a book outta this