How you get the girl- T. Oikawa

3-Ice

A/n OKAY here's the actual plot lovelies so sorry

Since it was no longer school hours, you changed into regular clothes before going to the gym, just some jeans and a sweater. The two coaches and teams were already there. You observed the team in purple jackets warming up. Most of them were quite tall, and the one who appeared to be leading their warm up was quite built. You couldn't help but stare a bit longer than  what could be considered normal.

No no no. I just moved. There's no need to start something with someone just because they're like 6'4

But...

Nope. You weren't going to scheme how to get his number, you didn't know him. You've been here for five minutes, you'd need to talk to him first.

You went from filling water bottles to taping to changing the score during the game. Occasionally, when the captain of the other team made a point with one of his spikes you forgot to change the score and just stared.

Who knew playing volleyball could be hot?

While there was nothing wrong with finding it attractive, you eventually came out of your gaze, not wanting to only enjoy the sport because of a small crush developing on a player.

But, with the extra attention you were paying to the game because of the cute player, you had noticed more exciting things in the game, the spikes, blocks and serves. Wow. Both teams were ridiculously good, the score was close.

Both teams had won a set, they were onto the third when the purple team's captain jumped to spike the ball. He hit it over, scoring a point, but when he landed he winced in pain. One of the other players walked over to him and asked if he was okay before helping him limp off the court.

Oikawa said something to the player from across the net with a smug look on his face, the captain just looked back and nodded.

A few metres to your side the coaches started chatting quietly about the newly injured player.

"Y/n?" Your coach asked, "can you grab some ice? Their manager is sick and didn't come to this game."

"Yes sir." You nodded and jogged off.

Once you can back with some ice packs you saw the captain sitting on the bench where you had just been. His leg was stretched out on the bench with only his sock on, and his face was expressionless. Funny, you thought he'd be in pain if he needed ice.

"Hey," you said quietly, you placed the ice on his ankle. "Is that okay."

"Yes."

"Great," you said, "Is it just rolled or do you think it may be a sprain?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well if it's still really painful tomorrow you should see a doctor, for now maybe sit out the rest of the game and ice it on and off."

You couldn't tell if he didn't talk much or just didn't want to talk to you.

"So you're the other team's captain right? What's your name?"

"Ushijima Wakatoshi," he said. The quiet lasted a few moments until he asked, "you're seijohs manager right? How come I haven't seen you before?"

"Oh," you were internally screaming. "Yeah I am new, I just moved here and became the manager yesterday. I'm l/n y/n."

"Y/n," he repeated. "Do you like volleyball?"

"Um," you hesitated. Not wanting to be dishonest but also not knowing how to respond. "I don't understand it very well, but it seems like a great game."