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Au: Regular
Requested
Tags/Warnings: Male! Professional volleyball player Reader, established relationship
Word Count: 1.8k
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Finals matches are always surrounded by high energy. Whether on the pitch or not everyone's breaths seemed to fall in sync with every rise and dropping of the quickly moving ball. It was fast-paced, aggressive, and most of all, entertaining.
High school volleyball teams around the country were huddled into their club rooms, hunched over in their seats as they tuned into the Japanese U '20 men's volleyball team as they faced against their long-time rival's and neighbours, South Korea. This mash-up, no matter the time or the occasion, was a game to watch.
While the under 20's teams may not get the same press coverage as their main team counterparts, students especially were always eager to flood into any accessible channel or sight they could to see player's their age compete at an international level. Nekoma was no different.
"HOH! Look at that spike!" Kuroo stared at the screen in front of the team with glittering eyes. His leg shook in anticipation. His grin was wicked. "I have to block it."
"He would probably break your arms," Kenma muttered beneath his jacket collar. Kenma's eyes were glued on the setter, watching as he moved around in quick, fluid motions.
The team hummed before leaning forward as a group when the setter twisted their back mid-jump, arm twisting above his head to come at the ball with such speed that the camera's frame rate couldn't keep up. The ball smacked off South Korea's half of the court before launching into the stands to the awaiting hands of fans watching in person.
Nekoma cheered, arms swinging over each other's shoulders as they wrestled in excitement. Inuoka, cheering loudest of all, dived over the heads of his team and snatched his phone off the counter next to the screen. Kuroo though, as a captain should be, was quicker. The black-furred captain made a quick swipe, grabbing Inuoka by the arm and tugging him forward into the laps of the front row.
Inuoka however was relentless, even if a bit ruffled from the fall. He tucked his arm back into his chest and quickly began typing, dodging all of Kuroo's attacks.
"No phones! This is quality team time!"
"Ya? And I'm messaging a teammate! So it counts," Inuoka retorted, sending off a last hurried text before tossing the device back onto the table. He flopped back down into his team's laps, arm's crossed with a content smile on his face. "There."
Kuroo's brows furrowed, but before he could speak a word, Fukunaga spoke from the back of the crowd.
"Everyone on the team is here. Even our coaches." His calm voice held a lilt of confusion as he nodded toward the coaches that sat at the other end of the room, talking and taking notes. "Who are you talking about?"
