Haikyuu Oneshots

Daichi Sawamura ♡ Beach Volleys

I mean he normally looked good.

He just looked really good today, no?

You shook your head and closed your eyes to roll them, opening them back up as you forced herself to scribble notes about... uh... shit, you couldn't even think of something fake to write.

Your eyes rose back up, peeking through your sunglasses at him yelling 'back!' at one of his teammates, directing the others with his left hand, steadying his stance with his right.

The older boys all decided to take a beach trip, take some time to regroup and refresh but still practice, and what better place to do so than where volleyball started, right?

You and Kiyoko tagged along of course, Kiyoko sticking to her usuals of helping organize, clean, keep score and tally stats, while you stuck to your training usuals of helping coach, directing form, receives, sets, stamina maintenance, yada yada.

Since you managed Nekoma, you weren't really supposed to be coaching the other guys. But they were on a vacation, right? And you were allowed to be a personal trainer too, nothing in your job description said you couldn't, right?

Daichi a few weeks ago had asked if you felt comfortable personally coaching him to help him outside of practice, help him advance further than personal training by himself could.

You were good at what you did, you kept a part time job training junior high players to better their high school prospects. But, yeah, your team didn't like sharing you.

But you were all friends, and you really loved helping, and that Daichi asked in the first place. You always refused his money, so he'd always buy you food or snacks before or after practice, sometimes before and after.

He'd been really nice, really just as sweet as you'd known him all these years. This was the most time you'd ever spent with him though, and he really just seemed like a good guy.

Very hard working, supportive, consistent, competitive but also a good sport, overall a great leader, not too tough but not too easy, fun and funny, genuinely caring and just absolutely adorable, very much the dad of their friends.

You didn't know though, because you'd seen him play volleyball for years, but beach volleyball? This was another monster.

The sun, the sand, the heat, the water, the relaxed vibe, the fun, the way they played, yelling, laughing, constant visual of what he's looked like all these years underneath that jersey. Something about him, the air of the day, he just looked good.

You really were trying not to stare.

Notes! You needed to take notes. Take a drink of water, look as unbothered as possible.

You stole one more glance, immediately lifting your shoulders and pulling a smile back.

"Get it together, (y/n)." You whispered to yourself, shaking your head in self-judgment.

"We're only taking a break because your bum asses are slowing down!" Iwaizumi yelled across the net, verbally cutting off your train of thought. "Running like this shit's molasses!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night!" Tendo lifted his hands up, smartass smirk on his face.

The guys all opened coolers and grabbed drinks and sweat towels, laying around on the scattered beach blankets and towels, talking shit according to how the score looked.

"You really don't want to play a set?" Daichi smiled as he sat down next to you on your pink beach blanket and under the beach umbrella.

Daichi's POV