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The school was over half an hour ago. Y/N was stuck in the teacher's faculty room while helping their English teacher. She glanced at her watch for the millionth time. She was getting late for the practice.
"Okay all done. Thanks L/N." Immediately, her eyes lit up and she bowed before leaving the room. She strolled down the hallway to reach her classroom.
Sun rays filtered through the curtains in the empty room. All the desks were stacked together. She spotted her bag which was kept on the teacher's desk. With a sigh, she picked up her bag only to find it a little lighter than before.
Her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. She decided to check if all the contents of her bag were there only to find some of her books missing.
After checking for half an hour with no luck, she stared out of the window. Her gaze went to the ground and her eyes widened as she spotted her missing books torn in half along with some paper.
She gasped and rushed towards the place. Arriving at the place, she crouched down to collect her torn books. Her lips pressed in a thin line as she carefully kept them in her bag.
Her eyes widened as she felt something wet and cold being poured on her. Instantly, she stood up and glanced at her uniform to watch as water seeped through the thin cloth.
She looked up and found some girls snickering at her. One of them had a bucket in her hands.
"Serves you right, slut!"
"That's what you get for throwing yourself upon our Oikawa-san!"
"You deserve it, bitch!"
Blue eyes narrowed and she stared at them with a blank expression. With an audible voice, she spoke.
"It's not my fault that you all are annoying and they chose me as the manager."
The girl, who poured the water, gritted her teeth while the other lifted another bucket.
"You little-"
The colorful liquid poured out of the bucket. Y/N's eyes widened as she felt a tight grip on her forearm and she was suddenly yanked towards the person.
She was met with a toned and warm chest. A hand snaked around her shoulders preventing her from turning around. A familiar scent of milkbread entered her nose.
"O-Oikawa-san!"
"Here I thought you skipped practice but it looks like my fans like to prove me wrong." He glared at the girls sending shiver down their spines.
The girls' face color faded, and they ran away. Oikawa sighed at their deed. He always had an idea how obsessive his fan girls were, but he never knew that they could go to such lengths.
He slowly pulled away and looked down at Y/N. She was completely drenched. Her hair were dripping wet along with her uniform. His eyes trailed down but stopped at her shirt collar.
Y/N heard a hustle and she looked up to find a white colored fabric in her view. She glanced at the brunette captain. His face had a small blush and he was facing in other direction.
"Please put it on, then change later into your gym uniform." He muttered still facing in the same direction. Her lips curled up into a small smile and she put on the white jacket which was reaching her thighs.
Her face was buried in the collar and she could inhale the salty yet sweet scent of the cologne along with tinge of milk bread.
➳
"Karasuno?"
Y/N changed into her gym tracksuit after arriving at the gym wearing Oikawa's jacket which everyone questioned. She was making notes for whatever she could observe. It was then, when she overheard the coaches talking about a practice match with Karasuno.
The name wasn't foreign to her. She had heard a lot about the school in the past. From how they were able to go to nationals years ago to how they were later called "Flightless Crows".
Suddenly, she heard a scream. She turned around to see the members huddled up together with Iwaizumi scolding along the lines of 'Boke'. She immediately made her towards the team.
"What happened?"
Everyone moved out of the way at the coach's voice. Y/N worriedly went along with him only to see the captain sitting on the ground holding his ankle. Amidst the worried atmosphere, his face had a calm expression painted on it. Still, she could spot the pain.
Y/N crouched in front of him and inspected the blueish bruised area.
"Help him to the bench. I'll do the first aid."
Iwaizumi nodded and supported Oikawa to stand. He helped him to the bench. Y/N arrived with the first aid kit.
She placed an ice pack to reduce the swelling. Oikawa hissed at the sudden cold touch. After 20 minutes, she placed rolled up tissues on both side of the ankle and then, wrapped a bandage all the way from the toe to the injured area.
"I have done the first aid. The swelling is reduced and the pressure will reduce the pain to some extent," She informed Oikawa who was surprisingly calm and composed.
She glanced at Iwaizumi who had worry written all over his face. Although, he would often hit Oikawa and lash out at him for his stupidity, he was genuinely worried for his best friend.
"Iwaizumi-san, please make sure he consults a doctor." Iwaizumi nodded and went to collect his and Oikawa's belongings. Y/N re-packed the first aid kit and sat beside the quiet captain.
"Oikawa-san. I know volleyball means to you a lot. But please, take care of yourself first. Don't overexert yourself. You will face problems if you will continue to practice like this. There is no point in playing if your body isn't 100% fine. Consult a doctor and take full rest."
He let out an uninterested hum. His gaze was fixed on his hands. She smiled and stood up to leave. But before that, she patted his fluffy hair.
