You sighed and got up, deciding to distract yourself from the gloomy conversation by practicing for your scholarship interview.
“Is it cheating if I Google common scholarship questions?” You thought, heading back to your room and flopping down onto your bed then reached for your phone in your pocket and opened the internet browser.
The next few days flew by quickly and all of a sudden it was Monday and you were sat in front of a panel of people in the interview room at Kappuru; sweating bullets.
“So, Y/N, tell us a bit about yourself?” The interviewer asked with a mechanical smile.
“I hate this fucking question.” Your brain screamed before you smiled and started your reply. “Well,” you started, “people don’t recognize me without a volleyball under my arm. I live and breath the smell of Mikasa.” You tried to make a little joke to lighten the mood; earning yourself a small chuckle from the lady on the end.
The head interviewer smiled. “I assume you are interested in our sports instructor program then?” He placed his hands neatly on the desk and interlacing his fingers together.
“Definitely.” You said with a smile. “I’m passionate about the sport and would love to be able to light that same flame in the kids I train.”
The minute the words left your mouth you immediately thought of Dabi and cursed the day you were born.
“Fuck, that was a terrible analogy.” You screamed internally.
“That’s wonderful.” The lady on the end piped up, “can you tell us about a time that you had to overcome a challenge regarding volleyball?”
“Yes, volleyball is a team sport but sometimes I feel like I need to carry the team on my shoulders; because I’m a bit of a go-getter.” You said, repeating the very specific reply you had rehearsed over the last few days, “this causes me to be a little too uptight and I don’t play as well. It’s something I’m working on – trusting and relying on others, but I’m getting there, and I’m always open to advice and constructive criticism.” You said with a nervously shaky smile, “that last bit isn’t exactly true.” You thought, “I get extremely defensive if someone tries to correct me but these people don’t need to know that.”
The lady smiled politely.
“Well, it looks like you answered my other question about strengths and weaknesses too.” She said before looking at the man beside her for him to ask his question.
“Why do you want this scholarship?” He asked bluntly.
“Someone I really care about, got into this college.” You said honestly, “we share the same dream and the same passion, and although I haven’t finished school yet I would love to be able to support them here while doing both school work and college work to prove to them that if I can do it, they can do it too.”
The lady smiled at you again; obviously impressed with your answers while the man who asked the question nodded stiffly and wrote something down.
“Tough crowd.” You thought with an internal grimace watching him write.
The last few questions were asked then you were excused and they said they would be in contact soon.
“I hope I did ok?” You thought as you left the room and headed down the hall, “I don’t feel like I had them all on side but let’s just hope they let me in.”
You exited the building and followed the path out and down towards the college gates; your attention being drawn to some courts nearby where a guy was teaching a bunch of kids some volleyball.
“This is boring.” One kid pouted as the guy tossed him a ball to receive.
“Come on now, it’s better than washing dishes?” The guy cajoled with a brilliant smile.
“No it’s not.” The kid pouted again.
You slowed and stopped, then turned and walked across- out of interest.
“Hey.” You called to the guy and kid. “Ever played ‘the floor is lava’?”
The kid looked at you and deadpanned.
“That’s so lame.”
“Is it?” You asked with a smirk as you indicated for the guy to toss you a volleyball.
He did so with a little bit of a pout and crossed his arms across his chest defensively, but still a little curious to see what you’d do.
“Every ball that hits the floor means you lose a point.” You said as you punted it lightly towards the kid.
He deliberately missed the first one and his eyes flicked towards it as it sailed past and hit the floor.
“Oop. Loser…” You said smuggly as you indicated for the guy to throw you another ball; which he did. “Let’s see about this one, huh?” You added as you tossed the ball up then smacked it towards the kid.
He let that one go too but seemed a little more upset that it had hit the ground this time, and you let out a loud fail buzzer noise.
“Maaan, you really suck at this, don’t you?” You said cheekily to the kid, “that’s two down.”
You asked for another ball from the guy then punted it at the kid, this time he jumped to retrieve it and you smirked.
“See?” The kid said defiantly, “I can totally get these, they’re easy.”
“Oh are they?” You retorted playfully, “don’t let this one hit the ground then.” You added as you returned it away from him, making him run for it to receive it.
“Too easy.” He lied as he returned it, “you can’t beat me.”
“Bet I can.” You challenged, making the servers harder and harder to challenge the kid.
He was working harder and harder with each return and the guy who had been originally teaching him stood there with an impressed smirk on his face.
“I like your teaching technique.” He said once you and the kid had finished; stepping forward and extending his hand to shake yours, “names Tooru Oikawa.”
“Hey.” You greeted, “Y/N, L/N.”
“You go here?” He asked jerking his head towards the college.
“Maybe?” You replied with a shrug. “Just had the scholarship interview.”
“A smart girl, huh?” He said cheekily with a smirk, “I like smart girls.”
“Is that because they make up for what you lack?” You replied with a completely neutral expression, waiting to see what he would say.
“Icy.” You replied with a smirk, “ok, Oikawa. Have a nice life.” You said before turning and leaving.
He didn’t say anything as you walked off, just watched you go with an amused smirk.
“You got shut down.” The kid deadpanned at him, “you’re so lame. I want her as my teacher.”
“You’re only 8, what would you know.” Oikawa pouted, placing the volleyball on his head and pulling his bottom eyelid down while poking his tongue out at the cheeky 8 year old.