❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋. ❞
⟿ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the newest staff member of the japan national team makes an interesting first impression.
( 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 )
( fem! reader )
( body × megan thee stallion )
( 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 �...
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———— VOW.
hinata stared at the ceiling as he laid on the gym floor, thoughts running rampant in his mind as the squeaking of shoes filled his ears.
"you gonna lay there all day? get your ass up and let's practice," kageyama kicked his foot. "what're you thinking about?"
hinata turned to look at him, trying to decipher the expression on kageyama's face. he wasn't an openly emotional person, so this was a bit hard. "i don't think i'll be satisfied even after this is over."
"oh jesus," kageyama muttered, deciding to take a seat. "we're never really satisfied, are we? this is all we really have, y'know? so to settle would be like giving up. we're always going to want to better ourselves."
"i'm going back to brazil."
"i'm going to italy."
the two looked at each other, trying to act shocked but knowing it was how the world intended for it to be. "well, i wish you luck in italy. maybe we'll see each other again sometimes," hinata cracked a small smile, getting up. he held a hand out to kageyama, pulling him up when kageyama grabbed his hand. "have you seen [y/n]?"
"nah, i haven't. maybe iwa has?" kageyama shrugged.
"i told her to take a rest day. she's going through a life crisis right now, and she keeps stressing herself out," iwaizumi told them. "a better question would be where the fuck is kuroo."
"he said he was going to watch the women's track event for a little, but he should've been back here by now," yaku checked the time.
"who's competing?" hinata asked.
"us, korea, nigeria, brazil, ireland, and usa i think," iwaizumi recalled.
"oh, the girl from nigeria is really pretty," kageyama absentmindedly told them, heading to go practice some serves.
"i- never mind." iwaizumi heard footsteps approach him and turned around, eyes widening when he saw [y/n]. "i told you to go rest."
"and i got restless, who would've thought! but, could i talk to you for a second?" she asked.
"i don't like that look on your face," he muttered, following her out anyways.
she pulled him into a bathroom and locked the door, covering his mouth when he was about to say something. she shushed him before leaning an ear towards the door, making sure no one was nearby. "okay, when i remove my hand, you have to promise to not scream." at the flat look he gave her, she took it as a yes and removed her hand from his mouth, placing it subconsciously on his chest. "we need to do something about kuroo."
"what the fuck do you mean 'we'? he's your friend."
"he's also your friend. crazy how that works, isn't it? but, anyways, he's kind of on a bender right now and it's concerning the fuck out of me."
