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"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." -𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢
"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧." -𝘝𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘷
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☼ Keishin Ukai
☼ Kiyoko Shimizu
☼ Hitoka Yachi
☼ Daichi Sawamura
☼ Kōshi Sugawara
☼ Yū Nishinoya
☼ Tobio Kageyama
☼ Shōyō Hinata
☼ Kei Tsukishima
☼ Tadashi Yamaguchi
☼ Mao Aihara
☼ Madoka Yachi
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🔮Aoba Johsai
☼ Tōru Oikawa
☼ Sadayuki Mizoguchi
🔮Date Tech
☼ Yasushi Kamasaki
☼ Kaname Moniwa
☼ Takanobu Aone
☼ Takurō Oiwake
🔮Fukurōdani
☼ Kōtarō Bokuto
☼ Keiji Akaashi
☼ Yukie Shirofuku
🔮Shiratorizawa
☼ Wakatoshu Ushijima
☼ Eita Semi
☼ Hayato Yamagata
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☼ Yūji Terushima
☼ Hana Misaki
🔮Ohgiminami
☼ Yoshiki Towada
🔮Kakugawa
☼ Yüdai Hyakuzawa
🔮Nohebi
☼ Mika Yamaka
🔮Itachiyama
☼ Kiyoomi Sakusa
🔮Inarizaki
☼ Shinsuke Kita
☼ Hitoshi Ginjima
☼ Atsumu Miya
☼ Osamu Miya
🔮Kamomedai
☼ Kōrai Hoshiumi
🔮Niiyama Girls'
☼ Kanoka Amanai
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“coach! i brought my sister with me today!”
natsu squeaks and hides behind her brother as his teammates approach. she feels small against such professional players, but relaxes when bokuto catches her eye with a grin and raises his fists in the air. “hey, hey, hey, natsu-chan! long time no see!”
she gives a timid nod. miya leans forward, a finger wrapped around his chin. “followin’ in yer brother’s footsteps, eh? i bet ya also have an impressive spring in yer step.”
hinata grins. “of course, but her jump isn’t as high as mine!”
“given that she’s almost the same height as you despite being younger,” sakusa comments, “i wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case.”
“omi-san, you don’t have to be so blunt!”
coach joins them, his voice is warm. “it’s nice to meet you, natsu. we always welcome friends and family to our court.” when his eyes cut to meian and barnes, they turn away, whistling innocently. “your brother mentioned that you also play volleyball?”
“yes! i’m a wing spiker at niiyama girls’ high school.”
“natsu-chan,” miya pipes up, “lemme toss to ya later!”
meian claps his hands together. “let’s get back to work. natsu, feel free to watch from the sidelines. if you have questions, i’m sure our coaches can help.”
she nods and bows. “thank you for letting me watch!”
the players return to their warm-ups, and hinata leads her to the bench. foster calls for a huddle, and hinata pats her shoulder on his way over. “watch what your brother is made of!”
she barely has time to relax before a manager slides next to her, eyes shining. “we’ve seen a few family members come by, but you’re the first that also plays volleyball. are you here to get the inside scoop?”
“oh…i just wanted to visit and…” natsu trails off. “i guess i do want to see what it’s like, and if it’s something that i want to do.” despite being in her second year, the future remains at the forefront of her mind. she enjoys volleyball, the thrill of competition, the results of hard work, but she can’t help but wonder: what if her future lies beyond the court?
her brother knew that volleyball would remain central to his life when he was her age. natsu, though, doesn’t feel the same, although her coaches said she has a future as a pro. she likes studying too, and has briefly looked at universities with a good volleyball team. she knows some of hinata’s teammates went to university first, like sakusa and bokuto. some entered the v. league straightaway, like miya and kageyama. either way, they’ve gathered here at the top, wholeheartedly dedicated to the sport.
the players practice their serves. miya works on his jump floater-spike serve combo, and hinata also works on his jump floaters, along with meian. barnes, bokuto, sakusa, and adriah stick with jump serves, the ball traveling across the court with frightening speed. it’s impressive that inunaki can pick them up at all.
afterwards, they move to spikes. natsu has always been enraptured by spikers seemingly able to float in mid-air. when it’s her brother’s turn, he makes his approach and jumps, easily reaching the top of the net. his ball lands just before the end line.
practice ends all too soon, and as some players shuffle toward the locker room, her brother bounces toward her, ball in hand. “natsu! let’s play together! that’s okay, right, coach?”
he nods, warning not to overdo it. hinata grins at her, and she smiles back, taking her jacket off, reaching into her bag for kneepads and a hair tie. she joins him, along with miya, sakusa, and bokuto.
“natsu-chan!” miya calls out. “lemme toss to ya! if yer better than shoyo, i’m gonna ask coach to replace him with ya.”
“atsumu-san!” hinata yells indignantly. natsu laughs, squeezes the ball tighter in her hands. she stands away from him, already positioned at the net. does one of the best setters in japan really want to set for her?
“go for it, natsu-chan!” bokuto cheers.
she lets out her breath and focuses. tossing the ball in the air, she makes her approach. miya raises his hands, watches her out of the corner of his eye. then, he sets it. she jumps.
it’s not too high, nor too low. not too far from the net, not too close. it’s just…perfect. her arm swings down, the ball slamming to the floor. she lands with thundering applause from behind. “yep, both ya and yer brother are monsters,” miya comments, shaking his head.
“natsu! nice kill!” hinata has his hands up for a high-five. she slams her palms against his. “let’s play some 2-on-2! team hinata is here to beat all of you!”
“i’d like to see you try.” sakusa slinks under the net, along with bokuto. “miya, you can sit out first.”
“fine, but don’t cry ta me when ya get smoked by the sibs,” miya scoffs, moving off the court. natsu glances at her brother, who only gives her a reassuring thumbs-up.
for the rest of the afternoon, she feels like she’s in a daze. her brother sets to her, and although they aren’t like miya’s, it’s enough to get the ball from one side of the court to the other. her receives aren’t great, so sakusa often targets her, and hinata berates him for it. she manages to receive one of miya’s jump floaters though, but his spike serves go untouched, except when hinata receives them.
by the end of the session, they’re all drenched in sweat, heaving for air. natsu braces her hands on her knees, feels an arm slide around her. “how was it?” hinata asks.
“it was fun.” natsu straightens, watching miya stop bokuto from taking his shirt off, sakusa already halfway toward the locker room. “i could tell they were all holding back.”
“just a bit! atsumu-san never holds back with his serves though, and omi-san is always serious about his spikes. bokuto-san, though…you’re too young to receive his spikes at full power. your arms might fall off,” hinata says, half-serious. natsu still remembers the story of an unfortunate opponent that got hit in the face with one of his spikes. it dislocated his nose. “natsu, it’s okay if you don’t continue with volleyball.”
she jumps, caught by surprise by his words. her brother’s eyes are soft, hunched over slightly so they’re eye level with each other. “mom told me that you weren’t sure what to do after high school. you don’t have to go pro; there’re lots of teams you can join and play for fun! you could do what omi-san or bokuto-san did and go to university first and play there. or you could be like me and go halfway across the world. i’ll support you!”
“thanks, nii-chan.” natsu lifts her head, eyes scanning the stands that line the gym. if she retires her court shoes, would she miss the roar of applause, the sweet thrill of victory? if she surrenders her books, would she regret not having gone to university, not having something to fall back on? “i guess i’ll need to think about it more. but…”
her eyes drift to miya and bokuto, closer to the locker room entrance now. miya turns and shouts at them, telling them to hurry so they can get dinner. “i’m happy that you picked the jackals. everyone is so nice.”
“right? i’m sure wherever you go, you’ll also have people that’ll support you.” he points a thumb to himself. “that includes me, too!”
she laughs, turning to give him a hug. no matter what path she picks, she knows that volleyball will always connect them.
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Iwaizumi x F!Reader
It's a miracle, really, with the compact schedules of both the Aoba Johsai girl’s volleyball club and your volleyball club that you were able to schedule a practice match.
While he hasn’t been able to properly watch one of your matches like you have his, he’s managed to grab recordings, praising you for your technique, but it's different watching you play in person.
“Is she even real?” Hanamaki asks after watching you make a ridiculous set to the MB after your setter got first touch.
“That is rather impressive,” Oikawa comments, leaning over the banister in an attempt to get a better look. “I wouldn’t have expected it from her.”
You’re moving better than you usually do, making the most of your position as opposite hitter—easily filling the space left by your libero in their absence while making yourself available to your setter when needed.
Seijoh’s coach calls for time and your eyes immediately find his, telling him that you’ve been aware of his presence. Your grin is wide and mischievous, dropping only when you turn your attention to your team.
“We aren’t looking good here, guys,” Hanamaki remarks, pointing at the scoreboard.
It’s true—Niiyama's currently wiping the floor with Seijoh—but he’s aware, more than any of the others, of how much time you’ve put in with your team.
His phone chimes and he’s surprised to see your name next to the text claiming he’s your good luck charm, requesting that he stays till the end of practice if possible.
It’s easy to comply, easy to give you what you want. Not even an hour later, he meets you at the entrance to the gym.
You have that post-win glow and excess energy that makes him think you could keep going for another three hours. He sees it in you—that promise you had made at the start of the year, that drive to make it to nationals. He hopes you see it in him, too. They’re going to Tokyo in January. You will, too.
When he asks why you wanted him to stop by—not yet acknowledging that he’s late to his own practice—you respond with a soft smile.
“I just like seeing you. You’re my good luck charm, after all. I’ll bring by some fruit after I’ve had a chance to clean off, okay?”
He plays better during practice and he thinks that, maybe, you’re his good luck charm, too.
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