Training with Iwaizumi

Haywire, out of control. That's all you could think since the announcement of your department's partnership with the Japanese Men's Volleyball team, student apprentices and seasoned trainers alike fumbling over paperwork and schedules to clear time to take on the honor of being one of the lucky few to get in on the action. You were absolutely elated for a once in a lifetime opportunity like this but you were so new and surely they would choose to send only the best for the best in the country, someone like Iwaizumi Hajime. The stoic man was talented with a long list of clients who paid top dollar, some would pay more to have him as a trainer. Couldn't blame them he was talented and incredible at his job, not to mention the office heart throb that didn't give anyone the time of day. The man was either oblivious or just did not care for the sought out affections bestowed on him, very all work and no play but he was always so kind to you.

"Hey y/n-chan, who do you think they'll end up assigning to the Olympics?" Your coworker Yaga whispers to you in the break room. The room was packed with trainers and staff standing idly by refreshing their company emails with anticipation, while you decided to just sip your drink before your next patient came. Sitting on the counter since all seats were taken up, dark blue joggers hugging your hips and company crewneck tied around your waist while you wore a dry fit tee underneath, kicking your legs like a child staring down at your white shoes.

"I'm not sure, whoever they pick is lucky for the opportunity. But they'll probably send Iwaizumi since he's our best along with a few other experienced trainers,"

"Gosh I'd kill to be partnered with Iwa, in and out of work," they whisper, making your cheeks go red from second hand embarrassment and they definitely notice your strain to not react, "C'mon you know it's true! You've had a crush on the guy since he was your mentor when you were a student working under him, all newbies are jealous that he'll grace you with attention versus the rest of us he keeps his stoic professionalism,"

"He's okay I guess," you blushed, still staring at your swinging feet fidgeting with the straw in your drink.

"Whose okay?" a deep voice cuts in beside you, but you know exactly who it is you'd heard it time and time again over your apprenticeship and passing by.

"Iwa! Are you excited for the assignments, the Olympics, that's crazy exciting!" your coworker asks and you say a silent thank you they did.

"Sure, hopefully they kick Shittykawas ass in London," he says like its nothing, "Knock him down a couple notches for me,"

"Shittykawa?" You ask out of curiosity

"Tooru Oikawa, Argentinas star setter and my best friend," he answers walking around the counter in front of you, making you look up from your spot and your face now in sight of his broad chest where his arms are crossed, his company shirt looking extra fitted around him, "You mind?" he asks, pointing just above you at the cabinet that held mugs for the staff.

"Oh yeah! Sorry let me hop out of your way," you answer frantically shuffling off the counter.

"Don't it's fine, just don't wanna hit your head with the cabinet," he says placing a hand beside you, his thumb brushes your thigh just slightly making your heart stir a mile a second from the little contact, his large frame hovers over you as he reaches to grab a mug. You can smell his cologne spicy and sweet like pepper and patchouli mixed with the faint scent of the detergent he uses. Squeezing your thighs together at the action, trying to focus on anything but his body so close to yours.

"Okay," You mutter innocently

"Do you have any patients today?" He asks after grabbing what he needed.

"Yeah, nineteen year old college athlete, football I think. History with the achilles so I'll probably eval and end with a pressure massage which I'm hopefully not too weak for," you answered laughing slightly at your own pain, when you glanced at your patients file this morning you remember he was a 6 '4, 190+ lb athletic machine. "Still have a few hours."