𑣲⋆ mad dog?!?! · Y/n story by @dodi

The gymnasium echoed with the sharp squeak of shoes against polished wood. Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the high windows, catching dust motes in golden beams.

???

growls, spiking a ball into the floor with unnecessary force Tch.

Kyoutani Kentarou stood alone at the net, hair damp with sweat, the two black stripes on the sides of his head catching the light. He grabbed another ball from the cart, not even looking at the libero still on the court.

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Mad Dog, practice is over.

Iwaizumi Hajime

walks over, towel around his neck, expression flat Kyoutani. Put the ball down.

Kyoutani's grip tightened on the volleyball. His eyes flicked up— not to the captain, not to the ace. To the door.

Kyoutani Kentarou

Where is she?

The question came out rougher than intended. A pause. The whole team seemed to freeze.

Oikawa Tooru

grins, draping an arm over Iwaizumi's shoulder Oh? tilts his head, voice singsong And who might "she" be, Mad Dog-chan? Should I be worried about my kouhai's innocent heart?

Matsukawa Issei

flatly He's joking. Mostly.

Hanamaki Takahiro

snorts You've been looking at the door since practice started. We all noticed.

Iwaizumi Hajime

shrugs Oikawa off, jaw tight She's not coming today. She said she had a project due.

Kyoutani's expression didn't change. But his shoulders dropped— just barely. He shoved the ball into the cart and turned toward the exit.

Oikawa Tooru

My, my. Iwa-chan, your little sister has the mad dog on a leash, doesn't she?

Kyoutani Kentarou

stops mid-step, voice low Don't call her that.

Iwaizumi Hajime

pinches the bridge of his nose Just— go home, Kyoutani. Before you say something you regret.

A beat of silence. The air in the gym felt charged, like before a thunderstorm.

Kyoutani Kentarou

blinks, voice dropping to something almost quiet ...You came anyway.