#sprained

This image makes me laugh and cry at the same time cuz like on one hand bro just LET THIS HAPPEN. He froze like a fucking deer in headlights like ??

It was a hot afternoon out on the field, and Epel's gym class was playing some spelldrive.

He was doing pretty good, but that was to be expected. It would have been really embarrassing if the guy on the spelldrive team wasn't performing amongst the best, after all. Yes, he was doing pretty good... until he wasn't.

He didn't know what happened. Suddenly everything was upside-down, and he was flailing blindly for his broom. Someone had probably body checked him, they always tried to get him off his broom instead of actually trying to strategize the disk away from him... cowards. At the very least he had managed to send the disk in the vague direction of his team, instead of letting it fall with him. He wasn't going to give it up to the other team that easily, he wasn't gonna make it theirs for the taking.

He managed to get a hold of his broom before things became a total splatfest, but he didn't grab it soon enough to not make contact with the ground. He banged his ankle pretty hard while trying to climb back on, and he yelped involuntarily, but bit his cheek to not make another sound. That hurt. That really hurt.

He slowed to a stop and took a breath, closing his eyes and trying to tell if he had broken anything without making a big deal of it. Without showing any weakness. He tested the waters, putting a little weight on it, trying to see if he could stand without the support from his broom.

Ouch. Okay. It was fine. It was fine! It didn't hurt too bad as long as he didn't put too much pressure on it, so as long as he stayed in the air he was fine. Right? Looking up at the score board, his team had gone down two points since he had fallen. One of those was probably his fault, for losing control of the disk. He had to keep playing, he had to make it up to them. He glanced nervously at coach Vargas, hoping he hadn't seen what had happened, afraid that he'd be called out. But nothing was said to him, so Epel flew back up and slid back into the fray.

Only he wasn't playing as good as he was before. It was a lot harder to concentrate than he thought it would be, and he was slower than before too. He was breathing heavier, and the other team had definitely noticed, and had begun to target him more and more. There was blood in the water. His blood in the water.

But he refused to back down. He continued to hold his own, far from being a star player but not getting knocked off his broom again either. Though he wasn't doing his team much good the way things were... they needed someone speedy, and that just wasn't Epel right now.

This sucked.

You were at 1st year at Aoba Johsai, and you were the manager for the boy’s volleyball team. You were invited by Nobuteru Irihata, there head coach when you stated attending high school. You were in the locker room folding the practice jersey’s for the next part of practice, which if it wasn’t obvious, it was going to be a practice match. The 3rd years vs Everyone else. Once you were done folding, you went out to set them on the bench and started to fill the water bottles. You watched as all the players were involved in some kind of motion and spike drill which was organized by Coach Irihata. 

As you filled the bottles, your eyes glanced towards the 3rd years. In particular, your eyes locked onto Iwaizumi. There vice-captain, and ace. You had always liked the way he did things; his hair style, the way he plays, and how motherly he gets with everyone. You honestly loved everything about him, but wouldn’t tell it to his face. You were way too scared. You thought he would never like you, especially since you were only a 1st year. You thought he would never go for the age and year difference if you had a shot so you stayed quiet. But, above all else, you loved Iwaizumi at the bottom of your heart.

When you finished filling the waters you headed back to the locker room to get the towels from the storage part of the room. As you grabbed the box full of towels, you heard a sliding sound. That sound soon turned into a loud crash or slam. You jumped at the loud noise, causing you to drop the box on your feet. Without hesitation, you left the box on the floor and ran out to see what in the world had just happened. As you flung the door open you could see everyone crowding a single spot on the court, coaches and all. As you rushed over you could see one person before your eyes laying flat on his back, in what looked like excruciating pain. And that person was none other than Iwaizumi Hajime. 

“Damn it!” You heard him whisper but scream over and over, as he held his hands over his right ankle. His face expressed every bit of pain you could imagine he was in. Your face sank as you watched him lay there. 

“Calm down Iwa-chan, you’re overreacting” Oikawa said, in a babyish voice. 

“In case your eyes don’t work dumbass, I just fell on the court!” He yelled at the smug smiling 3rd year. 

“What happened??” You finally spoke up, looking at the coach.

“Can you put pressure on it son?” He asked, disregarding your question. 

As you watched Iwaizumi try to stand, you could see him quickly lift his ankle back off the floor. “No, it hurts like a bitch” he muffled under his breath, trying to hide the pain. 

“Should we take him to the clinic?” Makki suggested, looking around everyone. 

“Good idea, the rest of you stay and continue practice, I’ll take Iwaizumi to the clinic to get looked at; and don’t think about doing any funny business while I’m gone. Keep them in line y/n” Coach Irihata glared at you with a worried smile. 

“Y-yes sir” you stuttered as you bowed before him. You watched as he and Iwaizumi left the gym, leaving all of his players before you.

“What should we do y/n-san?” Kunimi asked, expressing no emotion. 

“Right, um-” you paused, looking over the clipboard at the benches in the corner of your eye. You grabbed it and walked back to the team. “Uh, get the jersey’s off the bench and split into teams, all 3rd years and the rest of you. It says it’s time for a practice match” you said, then clapped your hands. 

“Hai!” Everyone yelled, you jumped back in shock. ‘Wait, am I seriously coaching the team now??’ Your mind went a blank. 

When everyone was suited up, they went onto the court like you asked. Well all except for Oikawa, who was just sitting on his phone. “Senpai, get dressed” you said, your shadow standing in front of him. He just rolled his eyes at you. 

“Iwaizumi-senpai will be fine, get ready before coach yells at you” you gave him a glare as he stood up. 

“Alright guys, I’ll be back, just get to the match” you said, running out of the gym. 

You made your way to the clinic when you saw Coach Irihata heading out. He didn’t know it was you and continued back to gym. You opened the doors to see the nurse no where. You made your way to the only occupied bed you saw with feet at the end. “Iwaizumi-senpai” you whispered, behind the curtain. 

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He said, his face looking in less pain than before. 

“I came to check on you, otherwise Oikawa-senpai would bug me about it. What did the nurse say?” You said, looking at the wrapped ankle with a half melted bag of ice on it. 

“I’m screwed y/n..” he sighed. You didn’t hear what he said. 

“I’m sorry?” You asked, sitting beside him. 

“I’M SCREWED!” He yelled out. 

“Calm down, is it that bad Senpai?” You questioned. 

“I’m out for 2 months y/n-” he started to cry. 

“2 months?? The prelims are in 3 weeks” you said in shock. 

“I know, Its a bad sprain, I can’t walk on it. The nurse is putting a cast on it until I can get cleared for a boot” Iwaizumi explained. 

“I’m so sorry Senpai-” you said, grabbing his shoulder. 

“Don’t be, if Shittykawa didn’t make me jump for the ball I wouldn’t of fallen. The fact he has the audacity to say I’m fine pisses me off” Iwa said, grabbing his hair tightly. 

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it, he does feel bad though I know that” you said, letting your hand slide down to reach his. 

Iwaizumi looked at you. “My feet and head are killing me” he sighed. 

“That’s to be expected, let me get you another ice pack” you said, trying to find one. 

“Y/n...” he said, quickly. 

“Hmm?” You said, turning to face him. 

“I have something to say-” he cleared his throat. 

“What is it? If it’s about Oikawa I can-” he cut you off. 

“Not about that dumbass, y/n...I like you-” he spat out, hanging his head low. 

“What??!” You said, in shock. You didn’t think he would ever say those words to you. 

“You heard me” he said. 

“I’m surprised..” was all you managed to say. 

“I don’t know how it works but I just know I like you, and I want to try it, if you even feel the same way” he said, rubbing his head. 

“Iwaizumi-senpai, I-...I like you too” you said, sitting next to him.

Before he answered, he grabbed your head and kissed you long and hard. “Call me Hajime-” he said, with a huge smile. 

“O-okay Hajime” you said, at a loss of words. 

“Getting a sprained ankle was worth this” he chuckled. 

“Really?” You said, not buying it. 

“Well yes and no, just be happy I actuallly confessed” he giggled, kissing you again. 

“I KNEW IT!” A voice yelled from the entrance, it was Oikawa and the rest of the volleyball team before the 2 of you. 

“Oikawa!” You yelled. 

“So you finally did it huh?” Makki said, shooting a glare at Iwaizumi. 

He nodded with the biggest grin. “They knew???” You said, wide-eyed. 

“Yup!” Iwa said, sitting up, aujusting his posture. 

“Was the whole Injury a part of this??” You said, confused. 

“Well acutally no it wasn’t, that’s just shittykawa’s brand of fun” he laughed, kissing you again.