Kuroo, the Socially Anxious Guy, Is Harassing Me Again Today

[No need for guidance. I won't write fanfiction again.]

[Warning: Extremely, outrageously OOC. Written entirely from my imagination. Please prepare yourself before reading.]

Nikaido Soma betrayed the Nikaido family's genes: he'd been a stone-faced social recluse since childhood. So whether it was New Year's or his birthday, for ten years straight, his wish was always the same: to turn his silver-gray hair black.

"Compared to the pudding-bowl haircut at my new school, silver-gray hair isn't that bad. But for someone like me, it's still way too conspicuous."

Nikaido's younger brother complained to his older brother, but that didn't stop his wish from never coming true.

With no money to dye his hair, he was forced to show up at his new school with a head of silver-gray hair. Fortunately, on the first day, Nikaido found his ideal type in his class.

By "ideal type," he meant the kind of person he wanted to become.

Black hair, sleepy sanpaku eyes. He was a little too tall and stood out, but maybe that was a good thing. Nobody would dare mess with him at his part-time job.

As Nikaido mentally listed the merits of his ideal type, his deskmate Yaku smacked him so hard he shrank three centimeters.

"Oi! Are you interested in our volleyball team's captain? Then come join the volleyball club!"

No, that tiny bit of interest wasn't nearly enough to...

He never even got a chance to refuse. After school, Nikaido was dragged toward the gym.

On the way, Nikaido asked, "What's your captain like?"

Yaku: "That guy? He's a social recluse."

Th-that's great! He's a recluse too! Even more my ideal type! I want to be his friend!

Ten minutes later, Nikaido watched the guy on the volleyball court, full of energy and getting everyone fired up. He felt as if his heart had turned to ash.

"...Do you even know what 'social recluse' means?"

"Of course!" Yaku said. "It means a social terrorist!"

I'd say you're quite the social terrorist yourself.

Nikaido turned to leave, but the social terrorist had already marked him as prey.

"Nikaido, are you here to join the volleyball club?"

No, I'd have to be crazy to...

"Great timing. We have an extra application form."

I said I'm not...

"Here, just sign your name here... Nikaido, that's how you write it, right?"

Nikaido fell silent, watching helplessly as the other guy signed for him and put the application away.

"Starting today, you're a member of the volleyball club!"

So helpless. I'm really so helpless. Yongliang, save me!

In his final year of high school, Nikaido changed his wish.

Call the cops and arrest this social terrorist!

#Not a starter, a benchwarmer year-round, just a poor guy who keeps getting bullied while trying to get some exercise

Theme: Treasure your life, stay away from social recluses.