𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 // 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑

14

years later i graduated from school and pursued my dream of being a sports physiotherapist along side with haijime. he somehow dragged me along to watch japans olympic team play to win gold again. "haijime do we really have to do this?" i asked sitting down on a chair. "oh shush, people rarely ever get hurt anyways. all you have to do is sit there, eat, and look pretty" he said turning on the tv.

"woah there buddy, you're a few years older than me" i said suspiciously. "oh shut up i'm only a year older" he said punch my arm lightly, "wowww did you just punch me? so rude" i huffed.

"what's the roster?" i asked, "number 17, suna rintarou" he said. "seriously? you dragged me here so i could see suna?" i asked slouching in my chair.

timeskip

third set and haijime went to get us food and drinks, when someone was abruptly brought into the room. "suna rintarou" the assistant coach said, "injuries?" i asked as he helped suna get into the medical table. "we suspect a fractured or broken arm, and finger" he said, "jesus" i said under my breath.

"i'll work on it" i said before he smiled and left.

"which arm?" i asked, "left" he murmured. i did a quick x-ray scan and looked over the bones carefully. "it's definitely broken..." i said looking at the x-ray. "your finger too" i mumbled, "shit" he whispered. "sorry" i said wrapping his arm in a temporary sling as well as his fingers.

"anything else wrong?" i asked looking up, "y/n?" he asked. "yeah..." i trailed off, "it's been awhile" he replied. "yeah. uh, how are you?" i asked, "not to well considering, well, this. but otherwise, i've been great" he said. "you?" he asked, "fine myself." i said.

"let's catch up"
"i should probably get you back now"

"sorry, say that again? i interrupted you" i said, "it's nothing" he said getting off of the bench. "okay" i said opening the door, "cmon" i said as he followed.