iwaizumi hajime x reader. exes to lovers, jealousy, mdni.
→ the injury of finally knowing you - multi-chapter
iwaizumi hajime x reader. enemies to lovers, rivals with benefits, athletic trainers, angst/fluff, mdni. in progress.
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→ better without me (but stay anyway) - multi-chapter
dick grayson x female oc. very slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, found family, canon typical violence, life in gotham, denial of feelings, sexual tension, vigilantes. mdni in progress.
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The next few days slipped by almost without notice. The first days of preseason always carried the same rhythm. Early mornings, assessments, meetings with the team, crew, sponsors, lots of taping, reviewing footage, rehabilitation plans… reminding everyone that mobility is just as important as scrimmage.
It was almost comforting, how quickly volleyball became your world once preseason was in full swing.
(not that it had ever really stopped)
There’s always another article to read before bed, another rehabilitation protocol, another online seminar that becomes your entertainment as you ignore the movie playing in the background.
Bokuto and Kuroo had caught you three separate times falling asleep on your couch with your laptop balanced on your chest. You pretended not to notice.
Having Akaashi around helped too because after yours and Kuroo’s heart to heart, you decided rest can be productive too. You read on opposite ends of the couch while he edits manga panels. You go on late evening walks, cook dinner together while Bokuto and Kuroo sing in the background. Sometimes it’s just, the both of you sitting in comfortable silence.
Today, however, there isn’t much room for said silence.
Today is the first preseason match. Against EJP Raijin. Which means friends (that for roughly three hours, became the enemy) and even family. You smile as you walk through the training facility.
You’ll see faces that have woven into your life through the years, today they’d be on opposite sides of the net, but tomorrow you’d probably all be sharing dinner somewhere.
That’s simply the beauty of volleyball.
You step into your office first, setting your coffee beside your laptop before checking everything you need for today one last time. Emergency medical bag, extra tape, ice packs, bandages, heat compressions. Check, check and check.
Satisfied, you grab your clipboard before heading toward Coach Foster’s office and tapping your thumb three times.
“Come in.”
You slip inside. Coach Foster looks up from the whiteboard spread on his table while Kaito leans back in his chair, greeting you with a smile with a half-filled cup of coffee.
“Morning, gentlemen.”
“Morning.”
Coach nods toward the tactical board. You step closer, studying it while sitting down on the empty chair.
“What do you think?”
It’s balanced—giving the newer recruits meaningful minutes while keeping the usual members on court to maintain it. You nod.
“I like it.”
“You’d change anything?”
You consider it for another few seconds before shaking your head.
“No. if anything, I’d keep an eye on Bokuto’s jumps if he gets carried away.”
Kaito laughs.
“So… five minutes in?”
You smile.
“Three.”
Coach Foster chuckles.
“I’ll let you stop him.”
“Good luck with that,” Kaito mutters into his mug.
Coach leans back with a satisfied grin.
“I appreciate your input. Both of you.”
The words were simple, but what they carried made something warm settle inside your chest. Not every organization treats athletic trainers as valuable for this part of the conversation. Some viewed you as an instrument for when injuries appeared (and blamed you for them).
But Coach Foster and Kaito never had. From your first month with the team he’d ask your opinion and listened to it. Trusted it.
Someday, you’ll get used to it.
Trying to calm the team before and during warm-ups proved literally impossible.
“You’d think they’d never seen each other before,” Kaito sighed.
“It’s been too long for some of them,” you answered.
“They saw each other three weeks ago.”
“Yep. Exactly.”
The Raijin bus pulled into the parking lot and any remaining hope of a professional, disciplined team disappeared completely.
Atsumu was the first across the court, practically launching himself toward Suna.
“You finally showed up, Sunarin.”
“You’re getting awfully heated, Tsumu.”
(He wasn’t, but Suna knows how to push his buttons)
“Hah? Heated? I’m chill.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m chill!”
“If you say it enough times maybe it’ll become true.”
“I hope Samu dumps you.”
“Sure.”
“You could at least pretend to care.”
“I care,” Suna says, with the blankest stare ever.
“I hate ya."
“No you don’t, Tsumu.”
“... no.”
A few meters away—
“Kiyo!”
Komori nearly tackles Sakusa into a hug, which he accepts with practiced (and fake) resignation.
“Hi, Komori.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good, how are you?”
“I’m great! Did you end up making my curry?”
“I did?”
“And?”
“I added pickled onions."
Komori gasps dramatically, eyebrows rising.
“That actually sounds amazing.”
“It was.”
On the other side of the gym-
“Washio!”
Washio smiles the moment Bokuto comes barreling towards him.
“Bokuto-san.”
“Wow! You’ve gotten stronger!”
“So have you.”
“You staying tonight? Drinks?”
Washio smiles apologetically.
“We’re heading back after the match.
“Aww…”
“Next time."
“Promise?”
Who could resist those big golden eyes?
“Promise. I’ll tell Akaashi-kun as well.”
Watching all of them greet one another never fails at making you smile. Professional rivals, friends, family, former teammates, current opponents. Somehow all of those things coexist without contradiction.
The match itself was exactly what we expected. Explosive, experimental and fast. Both coaching staffs spent more time observing than trying to win—new rotations, offensive tactics, defensive ideas. Some worked as planned, others crashed and burned, but no one seemed truly bothered. That’s why preseason is important.
Coach Foster stood beside you with his clipboard while Kaito occasionally leaned over your shoulder to compare notes or point things out.
“The rookie’s reading is late.”
“Sakusa’s shoulder looks good.”
God, you love this job.
An hour later, MSBY took the match two sets to one. Everyone looks exhausted and incredibly happy.
You are gathering your equipment when something catches your attention. Bokuto and Hinata are talking quietly… way too hushed voices after a win. Your stomach immediately tightens. You cross the court.
“What happened?”
Both of them look up.
“Which one of you is hurt?”
The concern in your voice makes Bokuto blink.
“We’re fine.”
“I don’t believe either of you.”
Hinata laughs nervously.
“Really!”
“I want you both in my office after stretching.”
Bokuro rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“We’re okay, bug.”
You search his face. Bokuto had never learned how to lie and if something hurts, his entire body gives him away. So, you find nothing–not even a flicker.
Your shoulders relax.
“Okay,” You point between them anyway. “Stretch properly.”
They nod.
“Ice anything that feels tight. We’ll do treatment tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Only then did you let yourself give them a small smile. Maybe you worry too much, but then again, it is your job.
That evening, after everyone had gone home and the training facility fell quiet, you locked your office before heading toward the parking lot.
Another successful day with pages filled with notes and another step towards the season.
You had no way of knowing that in just two days, another preseason match would turn your routine upside down.
chapter 2: i get by with a little help from my friends
That same night, your apartment feels even warmer than usual. Maybe it’s the familiarity, maybe it’s the fact that (almost) all your favorite people are under one roof with you again. Dinner plates are still abandoned on your kitchen counter next to the sink because none of you could be bothered to wash them yet. And now the four of you are sprawled across the living room with half-finished drinks and growing amounts of stupidity.
Well. Mostly Kuroo’s stupidity.
Bokuto only had one beer, insisting he didn’t want to drink much now that preseason started. As his athletic trainer, you were proud, as one of his best friends you were silently hoping he’d relax a little more. It’s a paradox really.
Kuroo tried bribing him twice, but failed both times.
You and Akaashi, however, are absolutely lightweight drinkers, which means you’re pleasantly tipsy and sitting side-by-side on the floor, shoulders pressed together while the other two occupy the couch. Your face feels insanely warm, courtesy of the overhead light, the alcohol and the laughs because Kuroo is currently controlling your laptop while a giant tier list titled:
HOTTEST V. LEAGUE PLAYERS
Fills your television screen.
It might be a little unprofessional, but these are your best friends, not league staff! Who cares?
You gasp suddenly.
“Wait. Where are we putting Ushijima?”
Akaashi hums thoughtfully beside you, taking this very seriously.
You sigh dramatically and lean your head against Akaashi’s shoulder.
“What about Osamu? Can we rank him instead of Atsumu?”
Akaashi sighs dreamily. “Osamu is S-tier.”
Bokuto gasps in mock betrayal, “baby, does Sunarin know about your crush on his boyfriend?”
Akaashi turns to him calmly.
“He does.” A beat. “We’ve bonded over it.”
Then–
“We bond over you too.”
You immediately exchange identical looks of alarm with Kuroo. Shit. You know exactly where this is going. Bokuto leans forward from the couch toward Akaashi’s form on the floor slowly, golden eyes turning dark and hazy immediately. Akaashi looks up at him with equally dangerous eyes.
Oh fuck no. Not in your living room.
Bokuto murmurs quietly. “Oh yeah?”
Akaashi smirks and it makes him look like a siren, singing a song only for his prey’s ears.
You point at them.
“Okay! Night’s over before this turns into a porno starring two cuckolds.”
Kuroo smirks lazily from the couch.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Bokuto snaps out of his horny daze and instantly throws an arm around him.
“I missed ya, Kubro!”
Kuroo grins. “Missed you more, Bokubro.” Then he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“What do you say we ditch these two and head to bed together?”
Bokuto giggles loudly and beside you, Akaashi sighs deeply. “You love provoking me.”
Kuroo beams. “I really do.”
You snort a laugh and carefully push yourself upright, wobbling slightly before steadying yourself against the coffee table.
“Okay, okay. Stop fighting." You point toward the door. “Kou, Keiji, go have sex in your bed."
Then toward Kuroo–
“Tetsu, let’s go to bed.”
Kuroo raises both eyebrows.
“That’s the best invitation you’ve ever given me.”
“Congrats, you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“Wait, no!”
“You reap what you sow.”
Bokuto gasps.
“Bug! Don’t bully my other boyfriend!”
Kuroo points proudly. “See? Someone loves me.”
You roll your eyes fondly as Akaashi finally stands too, reaching automatically for Bokuto’s hand. The sight softens something in your chest. Routine. Comfort. Love.
As you close the front door behind Koutarou and Keiji, you immediately witness Bokuto trying, and failing, to walk in a straight line while Akaashi clings to him attempting to kiss him every three seconds or so. Akaashi gets unusually clingy when tipsy, which is truly adorable. But unfortunately, it also means he gets very obviously horny. Tonight (like all nights when this happens) Bokuto looks delighted by the development.
“Baby,” Bokuto laughs breathlessly as Akaashi grabs his face again, “we gotta walk first—”
Akaashi ignores him completely. You snort loudly. Beside you, Kuroo leans closer to watch too, equally entertained.
“They never change.”
You laugh.
“No. Horny animals.” You throw him a sideways glance. “And you’re no better, Tetsurou.”
Kuroo smiles immediately.
“You’re friends with my boyfriend, can you blame me?”
You sigh deeply.
“No. You're all annoyingly attractive. People congratulate me on having a hot friend group all the time.”
Kuroo smirks. “As they should.” His eyes flick over to you briefly. “You’re hot too. Even with those giant, dark circles under your eyes.”
You huff. “Shut up.”
Kuroo laughs loudly before his expression turns thoughtful.
“When’s the last time you got laid?”
You freeze.
“...what?”
“It's just a question.”
You open your mouth confidently, and then immediately realize you genuinely don’t know. You can't remember the last time.
“...uhhhhh."
Kuroo’s eyebrows rise slowly. You start counting backwards.
“June? No wait—” You grimace. “Maybe April?”
Kuroo groans dramatically, head falling backward.
“You can’t even remember?”
You burst into laughter. “Sorry I’m not having mind-blowing sex like the rest of you apparently are!”
“That’s not the point,” Kuroo says immediately and something softer slips into his expression, and it’s something you know pretty well. Concern, the kind that comes from years of knowing each other too well.
He studies you for a second before sighing.
“Let’s clean up first,” he says. “Then we’ll talk once we’re in pajamas.”
You nod immediately.
“Deal. I love my pajamas.”
Kuroo snorts.
“What? Tell me something better than coming home and getting into comfy pj’s.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” you say smugly while grabbing empty beer bottles from the coffee table, “you came to Osaka just to hang out with me. And you missed me.” You sing-song.
Kuroo points at you accusingly.
“Don’t use my affection against me!”
The apartment is quiet, but never completely silent—outside, there are distant cars, an occasional muffled conversation and the ruffle of a nearby trees as the night gets cooler.
You and Kuroo are lying side by side on your bed. The lights are off, enveloping the room in darkness, the only illumination coming from the streetlights filtering weakly through the curtains. Neither of you are asleep, even though it’s been a while since you washed up and tucked into bed. You can tell he’s awake because of the occasional shift beside you. The conversation from earlier lingers between you and eventually, he sighs.
“You know I wasn’t asking about sex because I want to intrude on your sex life, right?”
You snort.
“That’s disappointing. You seemed pretty invested.”
“I’m invested in bullying you.”
“Ah, real friendship.”
“Indeed.”
A comfortable silence follows. Then—
“Bug.”
You already know what’s coming, so your initial instinct is to sigh, a little louder than you wanted.
“Tetsu.”
His voice stays soft.
“When’s the last time you took a day off?”
You groan.
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You too?”
“Yes.”
You throw an arm over your face.
“Can everybody stop acting like I’m seconds away from collapse?”
“No.”
“Tetsurou.”
“No.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sure. I know.”
“Do you?”
“I do.”
You turn your head toward him even though you can barely see him in the dark.
“Tetsu.”
“Bug.”
The matching tone makes you roll your eyes. You stare back at the ceiling.
“I eat. I sleep—”
“Barely.”
“I exercise—”
“Because it’s your job.”
“I have friends.”
“Thank god.”
You groan again. His voice remains frustratingly gentle.
“You know why everyone likes you?”
You blink, not expecting the question. He doesn’t wait for an answer.
“You’re kind, you’re smart. You care about people, you’d bend over backwards for any of your friends. Hell, for strangers too.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, caught completely off guard.
“Tetsurou—”
“But you’re terrible at extending that same kindness to yourself.”
The words land harder than you want them to, so you bristle, getting defensive, becoming agitated. Because everyone keeps saying it or hinting towards it. Bokuto, Akaashi, Coach Foster, and now Kuroo. You sit up slightly.
“I take care of myself. I worked my ass off to get here.”
His expression doesn’t change, you can feel it even in the dark, his calmness and patience.
“I know.
“This is where I’ve always wanted to be.”
“I know.”
“So why does everyone keep acting like it’s a problem that I care about my job?”
“It’s not.”
His answer is immediate, with no hesitation or judgement. You falter. Kuroo turns his head slightly towards you.
“You love your job, you love volleyball, and you love helping people.”
Your throat tightens slightly.
“Yeah.”
“And that’s why I’m worried."
The irritation drains out of you in waves, little by little as your body settles—your eyebrows unfurrow, your shoulders come down from where they’ve been tense. Kuroo isn’t accusing you of anything, he’s not judging you. He’s just worried.
“I know you’re exactly where you’ve always wanted to be.” He says quietly. “And I’m so proud of you for it.”
You swallow.
“But there has to be a balance. Because if there isn’t…"
He pauses, sighing softly.
“You’re going to burn out.”
You don’t answer because part of you, deep down maybe, knows he’s right. You just don’t know what to do about it. After a moment, you answer, voice barely above a whisper—
“I don’t know how.”
The admission feels strange, foreign as the words come out. You’ve never felt so small and vulnerable, you hate having to admit that you’re clueless about something. But beside you, Kuroo understands. Of course he does.
“I figured.”
You let out a quiet laugh.
“So helpful.”
“I know right.”
You bump his shoulder lightly, he bumps yours back before saying—
“You don’t have to figure it out alone.”
You stare at the ceiling, listening.
“You’ve got Bokuto. He’d fight three bears for you, remember?”
You nod.
“Akaashi.”
You nod again.
“Kenma. The team. Your family.”
You hum.
“And me.”
The silence that follows is not uncomfortable, but the complete opposite, it’s full of real concern coming from your best friend. Full of years of friendship, of tutoring sessions, road trips, late-night calls, and achieving dreams together. You don’t say anything, you don’t really need to, you think. Instead, you slowly drift closer beneath the blankets until your shoulder presses lightly against his. A silent answer. Thank you. I heard you. Which Kuroo immediately understands and after a second, he gently tilts his head until it rests against yours.
You close your eyes and for the first time in a while, you let yourself believe that maybe you don’t have to do everything alone. After all, you have a team, actually two, to count on.
Two days before the Adlers match, the MSBY training facility is already buzzing at nine in the morning. Not because of practice or a match. Not even because we’re watching a game tape. It’s worse.
It’s because of media day. Which, in your professional opinion, is significantly more dangerous than any exercise you could possibly ask them to do.
You sit on one of the folding chairs set up near the court with a large coffee in hand, watching a small army of JVA staff move equipment around. Big cameras, blinding lights, clip-on microphones and a big wheeled monitor.
You’re suddenly glad you’re only babysitting because the entire thing somehow looks more exhausting than a five-set match.
You take another sip of coffee.
The boys are finishing up their showers after a light workout, leaving you with twenty merciful, quiet minutes.
tetsu: how dare you abandon me
you: i left you my car
tetsu : and yet i’m still alone
you: a real tragedy, who’s fault is that?
tetsu: you have no compassion
you: i’m an athletic trainer
tetsu: i knew you were gonna say that!
You roll your eyes. Before you can answer again, a familiar voice calls your name.You glance up to see Coach Foster walking towards his office as he toward the general direction of the locker rooms.
“Your children are almost ready.”
You immediately sigh.
“They’re your children too.”
“No.” He takes a sip of his coffee, “I’m the coach.”
You narrow your eyes.
“And I’m what?”
“Right now, the babysitter.”
You flip him off and he just laughs and keeps walking. Imagine flipping off your boss! A few minutes later, the locker room doors burst open. As expected, Bokuto appears first, followed closely by Atsumu and Hinata. And finally Sakusa, who already looks tired of all of them. Poor Kiyoomi still has to survive a media day.
“Good morning!” Hinata beams.
“It is still too early,” Atsumu complains.
“You’ve been awake since five.”
“That’s different.”
“You woke me up, Atsumu-san.”
“Ya should thank me because the sunrise was perfect.”
Sakusa walks past them.
“No one should thank you for anything.”
Atsumu gasps, hand darting to cover his left pectoral in fake dramatics. You take another sip of coffee. Business as usual.
The media team finishes setting up shortly afterward. The concept for today’s interview is apparently a Wired-style autocomplete interview. The setup looks pretty cool—Four stools for them to sit in the middle of the court, lights on and the board with questions generated from internet searches.
Lots of opportunities for chaos, which means the production team is thrilled and the boys even more so. The director, a woman named Suki, claps her hands.
“Okay, everyone!”
The boys immediately turn toward her.
“We’ll do a quick rundown first.”
She points toward the stools.
“Sit wherever you want.”
The boys nod eagerly and move quickly towards the stools with obedience. You hide your smile behind your coffee.
A few minutes later they’re all settled—microphones attached, unruly hairs fixed as final camera checks are done.
They look great- professional, relaxed, and comfortable- which is exactly what sponsors and viewers love.
The court itself has become the backdrop, with the gleaming, polished floor with the giant MSBY logo in the middle and banners hanging overhead. Apparently it creates “atmosphere.” Though Volleyball players could probably be interviewed in a parking lot and still look cool.
Kuroo finally arrives a few minutes before filming, just as you knew would happen. The moment he spots you, he winks. You immediately give him a thumbs down. He grins, then heads off to speak with his JVA crew.
A few minutes later, once everything is finalized, he drops into the empty chair beside yours.
“Missed me?”
You don’t even look at him.
“No.”
“I should’ve known. You abandoned me.”
“I left you my car.”
“That doesn’t mean shit to me.”
“Well, at least you made it on time.”
“Barely.”
You finally glance sideways. He’s holding the coffee thermos you so gracefully left him, red tie perfectly tied and hair suspiciously well-styled.
“Looking corporate today.”
He smiles proudly. “I know.”
“Disgusting, but somehow handsome.”
He doesn’t even bat an eyelid at your jab. “Thank you.”
The director calls for quiet and the camera operators move into position. The interviewer, Suki, steps into frame.
The boys immediately straighten.
Well. Three of them do, Atsumu is still fidgeting with the stool height.
You hear Kuroo sigh beside you.
“They’re going to be a nightmare.”
You smile into your coffee.
“Yep.”
On court, Suki beams at the camera, signaling to another woman behind the camera. The red recording light flickers on.
The interview begins.
Immediately, the four players sit up straighter on their stools.
Hinata is already grinning, Bokuto looks excited enough to explode, Sakusa looks like he’s questioning every decision that led him here and Atsumu looks smug already. Suki smiles brightly at the camera.
“Whenever you’re ready, guys.”
The four of them nod.
They exchange a glance.
Then:
“Hello! We’re part—”
The intro immediately falls apart by them being totally out of sync. Hinata starts laughing first, Bokuto starts laughing because Hinata is laughing. Atsumu laughs too, leaning slightly to an amused Sakusa. You hear Kuroo sigh beside you.
“They didn’t even make it to three words.”
You snort into your coffee.
On court, Hinata claps his hands together.
“Let’s try that again!”
This time—
“Hello! We’re part of the MSBY Black Jackals and we’re here for the Wired Autocomplete Interview!”
“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto adds.
The crew applauds. Suki laughs.
“Perfect. Welcome, guys. Why don’t you start us off, Atsumu-san?”
Atsumu nods immediately and a board comes flying toward him from off-camera. He catches it cleanly.
Bokuto points instantly. “Nice catch, Tsum-Tsum!”
Atsumu winks dramatically.
“Thank ya, thank ya.”
He angles the board so both his teammates and the camera and crew can read it.
“Alright, let’s see here.”
His eyes scan the card as he peels the little strip of adhesive paper off. He laughs after he's done reading.
“‘Is Atsumu Miya really a twin?’”
“Yeah!” Hinata answers immediately.
Atsumu nods. “Yep. I’m seven minutes older, though.” He points at the camera, “If ya wanna see him, go check out @onigiri.miya.”
Sakusa doesn’t even hesitate.
“He’s the better twin.”
Bokuto nods. “He makes the best onigiri too.”
“Alright, alright,” Atsumu groans. “Forget that scrub.”
You can already imagine Osamu receiving fifty messages about this later. Maybe even the occasional pick-up line. Atsumu goes to the next question.
“‘Did Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi know each other in high school?’”
Sakusa immediately answers.
“Unfortunately.”
The crew laughs. Atsumu looks personally offended.
“Also yep.”
He points his thumb toward Sakusa. “I met Omi during a training camp back in high school and thought he was the most prickly guy I’d ever met.”
A beat.
“Turns out I still think that.”
Another beat.
“But now it comes from a place of pure appreciation.”
Sakusa stares at him blankly.
“I am so honored.”
Hinata laughs.
“They were in amazing high schools.” He gestures between them, “They looked almost professional.”
Then he points toward Bokuto.
“Bokuto-san too!”
Bokuto immediately places both hands over his heart.
“Aww.”He turns toward Hinata, “My disciple!”
Hinata laughs.
Bokuto leans forward excitedly.
“Do another one, Tsum-Tsum! This is fun.”
Atsumu flips the board again.
His eyebrows rise.
“Oh.”
“‘Atsumu Miya edits.’”
He squints.
“Uh…”
Bokuto tilts his head.
“There’s edits?”
The crew laughs.
“I’ve only seen those for K-pop and J-pop idols and stuff.”
Hinata immediately perks up.
“Can we see one?”
Atsumu’s expression changes instantly.
“Actually, I don’t think that’s neces—”
He notices a crew member already pulling up a video.
“Oh. You already have one.”
The crew wheels a monitor closer and a tiktok edit starts playing. It grabs everyone’s undivided attention immediately. It’s very quiet now. The video opens with a slow-motion clip of Atsumu serving. Then another, then a close-up interview shot, followed by a dramatic, surprise spike. Then somehow another close-up.
Everything is edited to a slowed-down absurdly intimate song. So it makes it seem more like a thrist trap/edit than a normal edit.
You may be cringing but objectively, the transitions are smooth. The slow-motion should probably be illegal, though.
You hear Kuroo choke on his coffee beside you.
“Oh my god.”
On court, Bokuto stares. Hinata stares. Sakusa looks mildly alarmed.
Atsumu watches himself for several seconds.
Then:
“Oh damn.”
A pause.
“I look pretty good, don’t I?”
Atsumu points towards the cameras.
“To whoever did that, I like you.”
“You look so cool, Atsumu-san!” Hinata says, quickly bringing his hand up to high five his teammate, making the entire crew erupt into laughter.
The crew swaps boards and a staff member tosses the next one to Sakusa. He catches it smoothly with one hand and immediately turns toward Atsumu with a look in his face that very clearly says: see? I can do it too.
Atsumu, grown adult that he is, sticks his tongue out at him. Sakusa ignores him and the crew bursts out laughing. You hear Kuroo snort beside you.
“They’re five years old.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Fair enough.”
On court, Sakusa angles the board toward himself and peels off the first question, reading it aloud.
“'Why can Sakusa Kiyoomi bend his wrists so far back?'”
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Hinata says. Sakusa nods in agreement.
“It’s because I have joint hypermobility, or hyperlaxity.” Then, because he is incapable of leaving important things half-explained, he continues—
“My joints can move beyond the normal end range.”
Atsumu immediately points.
“Show the camera, Omi!”
Sakusa obliges and bends both wrists backwards, the tips of his fingers basically touching his forearm. You laugh at the reactions from the crew—some of them cringe and wince, others are amazed. One camera operator lets his true feelings out with an “oh, absolutely not.”
Hinata laughs, Bokuto always looks fascinated by Omi’s “party trick” and Atsumu looks smug. Sakusa simply returns his wrist to normal.
“Anyway,” he peels off the next question.
“What are Sakusa Kiyoomi’s hobbies?”
He pauses to think, tilting his head slightly, which makes his curls flop cutely.
“I like cleaning.”
Nobody reacts at that, with it being public knowledge from Bokuto’s twitter.
“Baking.”
A few eyebrows rise at that, even Kuroo looks mildly impressed.
“Crocheting.”
Hinata points at him after that one, “you like reading!”
Sakusa nods. “And listening to podcasts.”
Bokuto beams, pointing towards Sakusa. “Oh! We have a room at home that I call The Kiyoomi Hobby Room.”
The crew laughs and Sakusa looks vaguely mortified. ç
“It’s not called that.”
“I call it that! It is called that in my heart.”
Kiyoomi sighs, but lets Bokuto continue, which he does, very proudly.
“He likes doing his hobbies there, except for baking, of course,” then he points towards himself. “And there’s a couch where I lay down and watch movies or shows on my laptop. Also game tapes!”
Kiyoomi’s expression softens at his roommates’ explanation of the room. And it’s true, you’ve witnessed it—Kiyoomi sitting in a one person armchair, crocheting with a podcast or audiobook playing in the background while Bokuto lounges on a bigger couch with a plushie, watching a movie.
It’s insanely cute of them. The crew seems to think so too because they let out a collective “awwww”.
Atsumu watches the interaction with a small smile and from your chair, you notice it again—the way his eyes soften around him, the way his attention always seems to drift towards him and how genuinely fond he seems.
You don’t think Atsumu is hiding very well. If anything, he’s failing spectacularly (thankfully, Kiyoomi is none the wiser). Kuroo leans toward you.
“He’s down bad."
“Focus on your job.”
“I am.”
“Is your job gossiping?”
“My job is volleyball.”
You smile into your cup of coffee.
“We can gossip about it at home, you menace.”
On court, Sakusa peels off the final question, his eyes scanning it briefly.
“Is Sakusa Kiyoomi single?”
You notice Atsumu shift in his seat, it’s so subtle that most people probably wouldn’t notice, but you, Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo definitely do. Sakusa doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
A beat passes, then another as everyone waits for something, anything. Instead, Sakusa simply looks back down at the board, entirely satisfied with his answer.
Suki recovers quickly.
“Alright!” she claps her hands, “thank you Sakusa-san!”
She points towards the next victim.
“It’s Hinata-kun’s turn!”
He beams immediately. A crew member tosses him the board and he catches it cleanly, hugging it against his chest like it’s precious. He peels off the first question.
“Oh! 'Does Hinata Shoyo hate Kageyama Tobio?'”
Beside you, Kuroo immediately snorts, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“If hate means being hopelessly obsessed with him, then yes.”
“Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not. Tell me it’s not true, then.”
You can’t, so you opt on taking a cheeky sip of your coffee, to which Kuroo smirks smugly. On screen, Hinata is already giving the people (even though they’ve heard it a hundred times) the story of their epic friendship/rivalry. He finishes his section to loud laughter from both the crew and his teammates.
Suki smiles.
“Alright! Bokuto-san!”
Bokuto shoots both fists into the air with his usual—
“Hey hey hey!”
A board flies toward him. He catches it, almost drops it, but then recovers at the last second due to his fast reflexes. The crew applauds and he bows dramatically.
“Thank you, thank you.”
He turns the board toward himself.
“'Does Bokuto Koutarou dye his hair?'”
“I do!”
Atsumu, giving the interview his usual flair and charm, clutches his chest dramatically.
“I knew it!”
Bokuto laughs. “It’s actually my older sister’s fault. When I was in middle school, my sister Fumi convinced me it’d be funny if she dyed the tips.”
That is so Fumi, you think to yourself with a small smile.
“I thought she’d make me look terrible. But then I looked insanely cool, so I just never stopped.”
Hinata nods.
“It suits you."
“I know right?!”
Bokuto peels off the next one.
“How many sisters does Bokuto Koutarou have?”
His smile turns a little softer. “I have three. Fumi’s the oldest, then Hana, and Kimura’s the youngest. And they’re all amazing! Even though they bullied me growing up…" He pouts, “actually, they still do.”
The crew laughs.
“But they’re some of my biggest supporters!"
Hinata smiles. “I’ve met them! They’re really nice.”
Sakusa nods solemnly, “they are."
The next question is—
“'Bokuto Koutarou Youtube channel.'”
“Oh! It's been a while! I used to vlog sometimes—during summer break, sometimes on travel days and away games. I just thought it’d be fun. I stopped, but if people still enjoy them, maybe I’ll start again."
A crew member giggles behind the scenes.
“I used to watch those.”
“Cool!” Bokuto says honestly.
The interview rolls on—more questions, laughter and chaos. That is until Suki reaches the last part of the interview and reads another card.
“This one’s different.” She looks towards the boys. “Does MSBY have a female athletic trainer!”
Without hesitation or planning, all four of them point toward you, making you nearly choke on your own saliva.
Sakusa speaks next and you know his words come from the heart.
“She’s exceptionally knowledgeable. Notices things most people don’t."
Hinata nods. “She works harder than anyone.”
Bokuto points toward you. “Sometimes too hard. Now it’s public knowledge."
You groan audibly.
Atsumu grins. “She’s tiny, but she bosses around an entire room full of stubborn athletes. And we listen. Well, some of us… sometimes."
The laughter dies down naturally and Suki notices the shift.
“So, what’s it like having a woman on staff?”
This time, the answers come slower, the boys becoming more tactful, thoughtful about it. Sakusa speaks first.
“It shouldn’t be unusual. She’s here because she’s qualified, not because she’s a woman.”
Atsumu folds his hands together.
“I think people focus too much on that. When she joined, there were headlines about MSBY hirin’ a “female trainer”. He shrugs. “Should’ve written “excellent trainer.”
Bokuto smiles, a gentle one now. “We don’t care about the gender of our staff, we care that they make us better, that they’re good people.”
Hinata gestures vaguely toward where you’re sitting, but thankfully the camera doesn’t pan over to you now.
“She does and she is, so that’s enough. And it should be enough for everyone else too.”
You feel something tighten in your chest. No jokes, no teasing, no compliments because they know you’re going to become flusters. Just honesty, support and them being themselves.
Suki smiles softly.
“That’s wonderful, you guys. One last question!” She holds up the card, “why should people come watch the Black Jackals this season?”
The mood lifts as Hinata leans towards the camera.
“Because volleyball is awesome!”
Bokuto gestures to all of them.
“And we’re awesome!”
Atsumu grins smugly, “we’re aiming for that championship.”
The four of them look at one another, smiles and smirks on their faces, eyes full of confidence, heat and a whole lot of desire in their eyes to make their dreams come true. Someone counts down off-camera.
Three, two, one. In perfect sync this time—
“Come watch our games!”
They bow towards the camera and Bokuto lifts with one last “hey hey hey!”, making the crew burst into applause.
“Cut!”
Immediately, the boys start joking around. Microphones come off, people begin moving equipment around—you let out a long breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
“... that actually went really well.”
Kuroo hums in agreement. “It did."
He starts to stand, then pauses, looking down.
“So…”
You blink.
“What?”
He glances down at your hands, and only then you realize that somewhere during the interview (probably during the question about you) you’d reached over without thinking and taken Kuroo’s hand. Your hand is still clasped with his. You stare.
“Oh.”
Kuroo smiles softly.
“Now, I’m flattered, bug, but my heart is taken.”
“I didn’t even realize…”
“I know.”
He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing slowly. You give him a small smile on your own, hoping it emanates what you’re unable to voice out loud.
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bokutobeams: the way bokuto-san talks about his sisters is so cute!
blckjcklslvr: how the fuck is sakusa-san still single???!!!
hinkags: kageyama tobio mention... like a moth to a flame
onigirimiya: thanks for the promo, guys. come by anytime for some good onigiri! 🍙
miya.atsumu: thanks for the interview! had a lovely time before our trainer made us run... a lot.
bokutokou: what a hoot! thanks everyone! the snacks were amazing.
h.shouyou: yay!! the editing is so funny! thank you everyone involved.
officialsakusakiyoomi: 👍🏻 thanks.
skstsu: guys is anyone getting a vibe between two certain players like oof
- ripdaichi: omg yes! i thought i was the only one
- oikoiks: stop they'll become self aware and stop flirting
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rule one: work hard.
rule two: take care of your athletes.
rule three: do NOT think about iwaizumi hajime.
all of these were fine until the JVA decided that what the national team really needed for the upcoming olympics was rival athletic trainers. Which meant the two of you in the same building for months.
two out of three isn't bad, right?
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x !f reader
tags/warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, rivals with benefits, sexual tension, eventual smut, athletic trainer iwaizumi hajime, athletic trainer reader, olympics, MSBY, Adlers, Japan NT oblivious to feelings, mutual idiots, iwaizumi hajime can be bad at feelings, found family, bokuto koutarou is a good friend, kuroo tetsurou is also a good friend but he's a little shit about it, attempt at humor, angst with a happy ending, reader has terrible life-work balance, iwaizumi is competent and it's hot. others tags to be added. cross posted on ao3.
→ chapter 1: everything in its right place
→ chapter 2: i get by with a little help from my friends
