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Ugh I was so excited until I realized I can't post it because we aren't there in the story yet -_- 
But don't worry, my desperation/motivation to finish the chapters in between is way up now
Hogwarts AU for Haikyuu is the only thing on my mind O.O

Year 2 - The Wall


A knock on the door interrupted your reading. You blinked as you pulled your gaze away from your textbook, wondering if you had imagined the sound.

"Someone knocked." Kenma didn't bother to pull his own gaze from his screen as he informed you. Instead he remained curled up next to you on the couch, intensely focused on the game in his hand.

"Who could it be this late?" You wondered aloud and you felt Kenma shrug at your side. You glanced around. "Do you think Kuroo forgot his keys again? Where is he anyways? He knew I was coming over to study."

Kenma shrugged again, apparently unconcerned for his missing roommate as the knock sounded at the door again.

"Coming!" You called, setting the book aside and gently dislodging Kenma from your side. The fact that he was comfortable enough with you to sit so close was a testament to how far your friendship had come from first meeting him when you emerged from the lake shivering and wet your first year. He had been waiting for Kuroo and Bokuto on the banks with towels, too smart to jump in the water himself.

You shook off the memories as you reached the door and swung it open to reveal Kuroo and Bokuto, dressed all in black, holding paint buckets, brushes, and a matched set of sinful smiles a saint couldn't resist.

You immediately were on your guard. "What ever half-baked idea you have, Kenma and I want no part of it. I came here to study tonight." You crossed your arms and tried to look serious. Kuroo's smile grew as he walked past you into the room, as if he knew just how easily he could change your mind. Bokuto fairly flew into the room, bouncing with barely restrained excitement. You smiled and rolled your eyes as you shut the door before turning to look expectantly at the two hooligans.

"Tonight's the night." Kuroo said simply, his eyes alight with mischief as you arched a confused brow.

"We're going to paint The Wall!" Bokuto crowed, bouncing from foot to foot. "We've got the supplies, we know the guard on duty and already bought him the ceremonial coffee bribe, now all we need are some kickass friends to come." He paused to stare at you with a mischievous grin. "And I guess you can tag along too (First)."

You stuck your tongue out at him before giggling as he began to bounce around with excitement again.

"So?" Kuroo stared intently into your eyes. "What do you say?" 

Your eyes flickered to Kenma who cocked his head as he watched the rest of you. "Let's do it."




Fifteen minutes later the four of you found yourselves staring at The Wall. It was covered in layers and layers of paint from students over the years each leaving their own mark.

You ran a hand along the paint, thinking about how many students must have stood where you were standing to do this exact thing. Suddenly it seemed more significant than a silly splatter of paint.

"What's the matter?" Kuroo's voice whispered across your shoulder as he came to stand by you.

"I can't think of anything to paint." You stared blankly at the 'canvas' in front of you as your mind searched for an idea.

"What do you mean? You just paint anything."

"No Kuroo, it's supposed to be something meaningful to you. Something important."

"Hmm…" He studied the wall with your for a moment before snapping. "I've got it!"

With a quick flourish of his brush he painted your name in scrawling script, then his below it, and added Kenma's name for good measure. You laughed and knocked his shoulder with yours.

"You are too smooth, my friend. Too smooth. But you can't paint our names!"

"Why not? Where are all these rules about painting the wall? I want to read them." He grumbled jokingly.

"They'll know we did it then, and it's technically still vandalism so we could get in trouble."

Kuroo pouted but picked up his paint brush again anyways and attacked the wall with renewed vigor.

"Now what are you painting?"

"Don't look (First), it's a surprise!"

You stared at his back as he blocked your view, paint dripping from your brush onto your sneaker.

"There!" He stepped back to present his masterpiece. "Tadaaa!"

You stepped closer to get a better look and smiled. Kuroo had painted you. As a cat. The cat was sitting atop a book, your favorite title painted sloppily along the binding. It's eyes matched yours for color and shape, even how it sat was reminiscent of you.

With a smile you stepped back and grabbed a fresh brush. "I know what I'm going to paint then." You announced, and proceeded to paint Kuroo as a cat, a very easy task.

By the time you had finished Kuroo had completed a bored looking Kenma cat, and Bokuto had joined to paint a rather amorphous shape he claimed to be himself as a majestic owl. Kenma had quietly painted his favorite gaming system in precise detail on his own section of the wall.

As you stood back to stare at your collective masterpiece you couldn't help the satisfied grin that spread across your face.

Kuroo grinned as he wiped a smear of paint onto your cheek. "Another great year, huh?"

You couldn't resist putting a dab of paint on the tip of his nose as payback as you agreed.

"Another great year."

The Big Four (2/4) - KurooxReader
Here is the next part of the collegeAU series thing
So sorry it took so incredibly long but I had a huge writers block for some reason. but no more! 

I don't own haikyuu
I do own the plot

Chapter 4 - ZombiesAU!

Warning for some curse words. (Hey, you would swear too if it was the zombie apocalypse)

“A defense team is going to meet you at the gates to make sure you get in safely.” 

 You were close enough to see people walking along the top of the wall, gesturing between you and the gate as you approached. The smell of rotting flesh washed over you with each gust of wind at your back, letting you know exactly how close your undead pursuers were behind you but you didn’t dare look back. Instead you stared intently at the gates in front of you as they groaned open a sliver, beckoning you in. 

“You’re almost back, keep running!” Daichi kept cheering you on as each breath tore from your throat and your feet kept pounding. Four people slipped out of the opened gates and took up positions to watch your final stretch. 

When a loud groan sounded over your shoulder a crack split the air as wind whistled past you, cutting off the groan. 

They’re shooting.They’re shooting at me. Panic gripped you as irrational thoughts seemed to flood your brain. You knew they weren’t shooting you, they were shooting to protect you, but something felt horrifyingly familiar.

The men were backlit by the gate floodlights, and the shadowy figures and gunfire tugged at a memory until it pulled loose and crashed into you. 

Suddenly you can’t escape the dark room with a single light bulb and the shadowy man standing over you. The memory seemed to swallow you up, leaving no awareness of anything else. You drop to the ground in a protective fetal position closing your eyes against the shadowy figure and the perilously dim light. 

A voice sounds in the distance of your awareness. Daichi, yelling in your ear to keep running, that they aren’t shooting at you, to get up and keep going. But the part of your brain that registers the logic of his words has been overpowered by the panic flooding your system.

“What the fuck is she doing?” a voice nearby roared. “Someone cover me, I’m going to get her. Bokuto, get the box!”

The shadow man stepped closer and suddenly his arms wrapped around you, lifting you from the ground. You screamed and tried to wriggle free but his grip was too tight as he carried you. 

“I’m so sorry, don’t do it!” You begged, sobbing as he grappled with your flailing limbs. “Don’t hurt Keiji, please no more!”

You words startled him enough to glance down at your face, his golden eyes meeting your terrified gaze, before he once again focused on fending off the zoms and getting you inside the gate. As the gunfire fades behind you the shadows begin to melt away. 

“Kuroo get her into the med bay, I’m getting the emergency supplies.” A grey-haired man rushed past and the man carrying you changed direction to head deeper into the compound. 

“Get the defense team in here and shut those gates!” A familiar voice ordered from next to you. Daichi. The man carrying you, Kuroo, tossed his weapon to Daichi and readjusted his grip on you as he jogged to the med bay. 

“Just take some deep slow breaths and you’ll start feeling better, kitten.” His voice rumbled through you and you suddenly sucked in a huge breath without realizing you had been holding it. “There you go, just like that.” 

You shut your eyes and focused on your breathing to try and calm down, your whole body shaking like a leaf in a storm. You didn’t open your eyes until you were placed gently on a med bay bed. 

Sugawara’s examination passed in a blur. Kuroo and Daichi turned away to give you privacy but didn’t leave, instead they stood together and talked quietly. Suga would occasionally murmur small apologies for the intrusions but you were too tired and in too much pain to care. He tried asking you questions about yourself but quickly gave up when he realized you had as much information about yourself as he did, which was none. He noticed your wrist and was impressed at how you managed to set it by yourself somewhat but carrying the box has strained it and as he readjusted your bones you blacked out from the pain.

When you came to your examination was complete and your scratches and cuts had all been tended to. The three men stood off to the side talking in low voices as Suga explained the injuries you sustained to them. 

“She has obvious bruising and lacerations from the crash as well as her escape from the clinic, not to mention the bruised rib and dislocated wrist, but that’s not what concerns me the most. She’s severely dehydrated and has bruises that are days old at least. She also has low iron that I was worried at first indicated she was bleeding internally but that isn’t the case. And she has puncture wounds all across her body that needed treatment.” Suga’s voice held quiet worry as he spoke. 

“You mean they sent us an addict?” Kuroo’s voice raised in concern. 

“That is one possible explanation, but she has no drugs in her system and isn’t suffering from withdrawal, which doesn’t match how recent the wounds are.”

“And old bruising and dehydration. That doesn’t make sense.” Daichi interjected thoughtfully. “She would have been dehydrated before she got on the chopper then.”

“When I picked her up she started freaking out and begging me not to hurt her. I thought it was just because we were shooting but then she started pleading for me to not hurt ‘Keiji’ anymore, and when I looked at her she seemed completely lost. Like she couldn’t even see where she was anymore.”

The other two stared at Kuroo for a moment, digesting what he said before Suga spoke. 

“It could be part of PTSD or some trauma, having flashbacks of what occurred and losing grip on reality temporarily.”

“Do we know anyone from her base named Keiji?”

Kuroo frowned. “I knew someone from that area but haven’t heard of them since the outbreak. And he didn’t have a sister.” 

“A girlfriend?” Suga asked hopefully. 

Kuroo shook his head. “Definitely not. Trust me.”

Suga sighed. “Maybe we should ask-“

“No!” Kuroo’s yell made you jump but you remained silent. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout but Bokuto was very close to him, and if he thinks Keiji is alive and in some kind of trouble he’d be gone to fight the entire base unprovoked. Can we keep that between us until we know more?”

Daichi nodded solemnly. “I agree, there are too many unknowns right now, we don’t want to cause a panic. I’ll update the general with the most important parts.”

“We’ll need to watch her, especially if she’s been traumatized. We don’t want her to be a danger to others. Or herself.” The all nodded solemnly at Suga’s statement.

“We’ll all three keep an eye on her.”

“Keep an eye on whom?” The new voice made you shrink into the bed a bit and shut your eyes to pretend sleep.

Daichi straightened to give a small salute to the newcomer. “On her sir, to monitor her condition. Suga has had a few late nights so we don’t want to keep him up all night.”

You tensed as you felt his calculating gaze sweep over you. It’s not cold precisely, but it felt more like he was crunching numbers than looking at a human. “Is she stable? We can’t afford to take on any extreme cases.” 

“She’s stable sir, and no bites on her anywhere.” Suga spoke soothingly. With that you decided to join the conversation, groaning a bit as you struggled to sit up. Suga was by your side in a moment as the other stepped closer to the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked gently, taking your vitals with practiced ease.

“Alive.” You croaked, wincing as he touched a particularly tender bruise.  

Suga smiled at your response. “We’ll thats certainly important.” 

“Is she able to work?” The general interrupted.

Suga frowned. “Not for a while, she’ll need time to rest and heal.” You watched the general’s face slip into a deeper frown and panic seemed to claw back to the surface. You couldn’t get thrown out. You wouldn’t survive.

“I can work! I’m fine!” The desperation must have been obvious in your voice for Suga patted your hand comfortingly and sent a glare at the general.

“Yes, you will be able to but not until you are healed.” He held up a hand to stop your interrupting protest.  “I won’t hear it, you are a strong, healthy individual and will heal quickly but you need to heal and that comes first.”

The general stepped closer. “What can you do? We don’t accept burdens, and you weren’t supposed to stay as a resident.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you searched for something to say.  “I have some general medical knowledge I think, I really can’t remember what I do, or even why I was in the helicopter.”

“We already have a medical staff, highly talented.”

“What’s one more helper?” Suga asked. 

“One more mouth eating food more quickly than before without providing a helpful service.” The general shot back. His brutal honestly stung and dread was settling in your stomach. How could you prove your worth when you couldn’t even remember? 

“Sir, you can’t expect her to prove her worth if she can’t remember who she is.” Daichi said, echoing your thoughts.

The general just frowned. “We can’t waste resources.”

Daichi looked like he was going to argue but Suga spoke up instead “Sir, we know she is in top physical condition other than her current injuries. And we have a runner opening. Her injuries will heal rather quickly now that I’ve looked at them. She would definitely be useful there.” He glanced back at you before continuing. “And we know she can run.”

He considered it for a moment and you tried to sit up straighter to make yourself seem healthier. Finally he nodded. “She may become a runner as long as her training begins immediately and she runs as soon as she is healed.”

Daichi nodded crisply. “Yes sir.”

And without another word the general walked out. You collapsed back against the bed, suddenly exhausted. Suga gave you a small smile before puttering around to make you more comfortable. “You should get some rest. We’ll be right here if you need anything.” 

You snuggled into the bed and shut your eyes as they left the med bay, but your exhaustion didn’t prevent you from overhearing Daichi and Suga speaking by the door. 

“Something is not right Daichi. Those old bruises, the injuries. And she’s underfed. We need to find out what happened to her.”

“I agree the bruises are strange, but everyone is underfed. Crops were down a bit last year so winter was tight.”

Suga shook his head. “Underfed isn’t the word for it. More like bordering on starving. I’m actually surprised she was able to make it as far as she did.”

“I thought their base was rather well stocked. I mean, they supply us so how could she be starving?”

Suga didn’t offer an answer, staring through the darkened room at your silhouette on the bed. “I don’t know, but it makes me wonder what’s really happening at the base over there.” He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “We won’t get any answers until her memory returns.”

Daichi clapped a hand on Suga’s shoulder. “No use worrying right now then. You get some sleep. Kuroo and I will check on her tonight.”

As you listened to their footsteps receding in the corridor you tried to recall what kind of life you must have led before this morning and slipped into an uneasy sleep. 


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LilMissFanfic Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016  Student Writer
Thanks so much for the Kuroo fav Hinata Smile 
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Hello!! Thanks so much for the watch! Appreciate you, and hope you have a wonderful day!
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You totally earned it, I love your writing style! Have a great day as well! :D 
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Hi there! Just dropping by to say thanks for the watch! I really appreciate it.

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Plz send halp I cannot write anything and have no motivation to do so cause classes are hard hep meh
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