A Reason for Being

10. From behind, preferably

Once Oikawa found out that his best friend and his once sworn enemy, mild exaggeration, hang out outside of work, he jumped at the opportunity to join them.

"If I hear you complain just once, I will throw a medicine ball at your face Oikawa." Iwaizumi sternly states.

"Ok, ok, no need to be so aggressive, Iwa-chan."

Already at the gym, Ushijima glances at Oikawa, then back at Iwaizumi in puzzlement. "I WON'T COMPLAIN!" Oikawa yells, echoing in the entire gym.

He tried to keep his promise, but somehow non-practice days are more intense than regular days. "Are we almost done, or?"

"Or? That was just the warm-up."

Fuck.

"Where is Oikawa?" Ushijima looks around for his missing teammate.

"Pretending to be busy, so he doesn't work out with us." Iwaizumi responds. Not that was a surprise to him. Oikawa is an elite athlete with extraordinary stamina and strength. But if it didn't have anything to do with volleyball, then he was just lazy.

"Are you done with this machine—Oh, Iwaizumi? I'm surprised to see you at the gym of all places." She states.

"Yeah, it's not like I'm a trainer or anything." He sarcastically replies. "What's up, Y/N."

Since her interaction with Oikawa, Y/N has tried to drown herself with work. Anything to forget what happened, which was nothing according to her. NOTHING HAPPENED.

Yachi forced her to take a day off, which is why she ended up at the gym, almost like fate.

Y/N was in her own world, trying to clear her mind with aerobics and strength training. She didn't realize who she was talking to until she looked up to him. She did, however, notice the man standing next to him, the one with the muscular build and stoic expressions.

"He looks more like a trainer than you do, Hajime. Such big muscles you have there." She says, walking closer to the man with the violet-colored shirt. "Aren't you easy on the eyes? What do they call you, handsome?"

"Ushijima Wakatoshi. While yes, physically, I am much stronger than Iwaizumi, I am not a trainer. I play volleyball."

Y/N admired the striking man in front of her. With short shorts and bulging quads, a perfect distraction. He will do just nicely.

"I swear I got caught up with a fan. I am ready to continue the workout." The voice says, Y/N unable to see who it was, the towering Ushijima was blocking the view.

"Oh shit." Oikawa mouthed when Ushijima moved out of the way and saw who was standing there.

To say things were tense and awkward is an understatement. This is the first time meeting since they almost kissed. Both of them, refusing to make eye contact with one another.

A regular person would try to veer out of the awkwardness, but Iwaizumi is far from normal. He wanted to relish in Oikawa's dumbfounded state. Because if there is something he knows about Oikawa, is he gets jealous. And once he feels a hint of envy, he will fight for what he wants.

"I was just introducing Ushiwaka to our neighbor. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes, she is conventionally attractive." Ushijima's response causes Oikawa to twitch his lip up in discomfort.

"Y/N was just telling us how much she appreciated Ushiwaka's muscles. Remind me again, what's your benching weight, Ushijima?" Iwaizumi responds with a scheming grin.

"Aren't you, my trainer, supposed to know these things? 290" Ushijima responds. Unaware that he was being used in the Iwaizumi master plan.

"That's quite impressive. Here's an idea, why don't you help out with the machine. Spot Y/N while she squats. Make sure to get nice and close. From behind, preferably—"