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Karasuno Highschool Volleyball team had a match today; though those who were spectators in the stands, watching couldn't help call it a bloodbath. All which was surprisingly done by none other than Karasuno, speedy, energetic, and adorable ball of sun, number ten. What was the reason behind such a drastic change in personality? Well, it was due to one reason, and some women go through it at least once a month.
All the male members of Karasuno’s team were terrified of this sudden change in their loveable number ten. Even the quick-tempered Kageyama and the snarky Tsukishima kept their mouths shut. Tanaka and Nishinoya sadly kept their distance from Hinata, recalling the cold glare the younger girl shot them when they were about to ambush her in a hug like always when she walked into the gym to meet up with the rest of the team before the match.
This action both shocked and broke their hearts, though they weren’t the only ones who were caught off guard by Hinata’s actions as so was everyone else. If this was like usual, the girl would have warmly accepted their hugs, but today, something was definitely off with Hinata. Unlike that warm and bright energy she normally gave off, today the aura around her was cold, unwelcoming, and threatening.
“Oi, dumbass, what's up with you?” Kageyama, such a brave soul, walked up and questioned his partner.
“Shut up, your voice is too loud. Shout any louder...” Her small hand reached out and, with impressive strength, brought Kageyama’s face down close to her. “... and I’ll cut off your tongue and shove it down your throat,” threatened the middle blocker as a cold silence swept over the room.
Tanaka and Nishinoya, turning pale, began hugging each other, Suga and Daichi mouths were gaping, Azumane dropped the ball he was holding, and Yamaguchi immediately scurried behind Tsukishima. Everyone was left gaping and scared as they stared at Hinata, well minus Shimizu, who was too busy analyzing ideas that could issue such a drastic change in the sunny girl. Though the person who had it worse was Kageyama, staring face to face with Hinata, eyes promising his death, a huge difference from her normal intense stare.
When it came time for the match, the male members were hoping, no scratch that, praying that Hinata would turn back to her usual sweet, adorable, and kind self that everyone loved. Sadly, their prayers went unanswered, watching the bloodbath Hinata was delivering to their opponents.
“I can’t help but feel sympathy for them.” Such a surprising response came from Tsukishima. In the background, Tanaka put his hands together and offered the opposite team a silent prayer.
“Daichi, what happened to our daughter? She’s... She’s like a...” Sugawara stuttered, not wanting to finish the word he was about use to describe the current Hinata.
“Hinata-chan is so scary,” trembled Yachi; hands covered her face, too scared to watch the massacre.
“Shimizu, any chance you may know what is happening with Hinata?” asked the captain, unable to take a sip of his water, when he saw one Hinata’s spikes almost smash the face of that poor middle blocker on the opposite team.
“I have an idea...” Shimizu replied, overhearing one of the members on the other team shriek as if he was in a horror movie, wide-eyed and pointing at Hinata.
“Akuma... Akuma!!!”
“Shut up and take it like a man! Kageyama, another one!” Hinata ordered the setter.
“H-Hai...” Kageyama meekly responded.
“Dear god, Hinata’s turning into a war demon; Kageyama’s scared and obeying her...? What is this, the Twilight Zone ?!” exclaimed one of Karasuni’s second-years, sitting on the bench.
“I think it may be Hinata-chan’s time of the month,” said Shimizu, a pink blush dusting Sugawara’s, Daichi’s, and Yachi’s cheeks as they turned to look at her.
“One more... One more!”
“Hinata, you’re gonna kill them!” shrieked Tanaka.
After that massacre of a match, never again would that team ever want to play against Karasuno, especially that demon with the number ten jersey. They no way in hell believed the rumors saying that number ten was actually a girl. That was no girl, hell that wasn’t even a boy, that was a freaking demon from hell. Unknown to Hinata, who, three days later, came skipping into the gym like a burst of sunshine, back to her usual airy self, she had left a permanent scar that would forever be mentally engraved in that team, along with her own team, hearts and minds.