Yama you idiot. · Y/n story by @darling

The gym echoed with the familiar sounds of squeaking shoes, the rhythmic thud of volleyballs against the polished floor, and the sharp shouts of players calling for the ball. It was another regular day of practice for the Karasuno Boys' Volleyball Club.

Daichi Sawamura

sharply, as a receive goes wide Tanaka! Focus!

Yū Nishinoya

diving dramatically for the ball anyway Got it! grinning as he bounces back up Kageyama, toss to me next!

Tobio Kageyama

frowning Hinata's open.

Shōyō Hinata

already jumping, arms windmilling Over here! Over here!

Y/n was on the court, close enough to see everything. The way Yamaguchi's attention kept drifting from the game, the way Himiko tilted her head with practiced charm, the way the team's energy had shifted, tenser than usual.

Kōshi Sugawara

quietly, to Daichi, nodding toward Yamaguchi He's going to get himself benched if he keeps looking over there.

Daichi Sawamura

low, tired I know.

Yamaguchi turned toward Y/n for the briefest second as they rotated positions. His smile flickered, uncertain. Then he was looking toward the stands again.