Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

An old face

A Saturday arrived quicker than you expected, afternoon practice was soon but seeing as you still has some of the morning to yourself it wouldn't hurt to go for a morning brew. It has already been a month now and even though life without Sakusa has been challenging it's doable, you put time away for him at the end of the day so for him it's either morning or late mornings.

You don't mind if you can see or hear him it makes doing all this worth it. The idle chit chat around you, the fumbling of muddled English now becoming more clearer to you as time passes. As a non-native English speaker, you can say for one thing that Americans speak faster than the English teacher at school did. Maybe they did it slowly for your class to understand him, but wow were you in for a shock to have to ask everyone around you to slow down.

You pick up the lingo quickly, ordering your regular to go drink about to step out when you bump into someone you would least expect to be here in America as well. You wouldn't forget that spiky hair and such a menacing glare.

"Y/n?!"

"Iwaizumi?"

"W-what are you doing here?" His awkward smile, his cute little dimples far more dominant on his right cheek confirms that statement. Honestly you had no idea he would be here in America; you had heard he took up on your offer but is he here to play or?

"I'm here to play, didn't you hear?" He shakes his head, before spotting my to-go drink in hand.

"I'm not holding you up?"

"Ah, no. I've got practice later, but we can talk now if you can?" Nodding away you take a seat by the door waiting for him to order.

Despite being someone, you never really spoken to before it's always nice to see an old face in a new place, there's a comfort to that. Soon after a few minutes of waiting and sipping your drink Iwaizumi soon walks over with a surprisingly charming smile. You can quickly tell he hasn't given up on volleyball via looking at his physique plus who could forget those beefy arms of his.

Once an athlete, always an athlete.

"I never expected you would leave Japan, who are you playing for?" Asking him straight, but he just waves his hand in a dismissing gesture. Is that not the case?

"I'm not here to play, I actually came here to study under Coach Utsui. Heh, funny thing is though he's Ushiwaka's dad." He chuckles lightly, thinking back to your school years when Ushijima and you were in the National youth training programme you vaguely remember him saying his father is studying abroad. But it must be one small world, your high school nemesis's dad is your old-time favourite coach and the person you're studying under.

Wow, just wow.

"Oh, that makes sense you were more of the captain figure than Oikawa." He nods to that, before flipping out his smart phone before smiling and showing you the screen.

"This is where Oikawa is now, playing for Argentina." Huh.

"I'm glad he did it then." Oikawa deserved that much at least he's with a team that will better work with him and maybe this time his strive to do better than his hatred for a particular player will make him better. That's right, Hinata is in Brazil now thanks to your connections and with his own he should be making a headway. He's insane to try and tackle the wind and sky at the same time but the foundation he will be gaining will last him a lifetime.

"Yeah, I'm here to play for two years. With the Olympics out of the way I think it's best to start looking outwards broadening my horizon." Fiddling with the wavy bumps of the cardboard sleeve around the disposable drink.

"I would've been surprised if you didn't. You always had that vibe about you the same with shittykawa, so determined to win. After you came to train us for that day trashykawa wouldn't stop perfecting his serve." He pauses with a content expression lessening on his face, despite aging you can clearly see that Iwaizumi really grew into himself. Much more handsome he was before and somewhat giving off that reliable dominating vibe.

But that could be you, and your sexual interest peeking through, it's not like you're on the market or even looking. You have a promise to keep. Plus, Sakusa himself is a full course meal you'll just have to wait for until it's time to dine.

"Anyway, I'm sure I'm keeping you up, so I'm going to head off but let's keep in touch." You both exchange contact information, despite it being a one in a million chances of seeing someone you know now in America as well you weren't about to give up the only other Japanese speaking friend you know so easily.

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