UNBOUND - h. iwaizumi

chapter twenty-seven

oikawa was once again pouting, arms crossed as he scoots as far away from iwaizumi as he could while still being relevant in the conversation.

"you're dramatic." hanamaki deadpans, looking at the setter and then shifting to matsukawa, who was doing the exact same thing.

"he played with other spikers and setters!" the two defended themselves, dramatically looking opposing ways.

thankfully it was only the three of them at iruka's bakery at seven thirty pm, just an hour before close. y/n would come in and out to restock the pantry and occasionally join the conversation.

"not to mention he saw that bastard prodigy kageyama!" oikawa sticks his bottom lip out.

"so did y/n."

"you want us to be mad at y/n-chan?!" oikawa gasps, offended by the thought.

"shut the hell up." iwaizumi groans, rubbing his eyes.

the two came back from their trip a few hours ago, around two pm. y/n also offered to help out the owner of the bakery after a couple hours of rest, and when the other three found out, decided to hang around.

iwaizumi and y/n were telling them about their trip, even foolishly including the practice matches with fukurodani, nekoma, karasuno and the other two tokyo schools. thus leading to matsukawa and oikawa's 'bad mood'. they were mostly jealous the two got to practice against good teams and gain more experience.

the bell rings and the four third years look over to see it was their underclassmen. oddly enough, it was only yahaba, watari, kindaichi, kunimi and kyotani.

"good evening guys!" y/n greets from the counter.

the five greeted back, bowing respectfully to the girl. even kyotani, which irked oikawa even more. actually he just whined even more while hanamaki scoffed at his behavior.

"we heard you came back, y/n-san and wanted to come say hi." watari smiled, also greeting his other upperclassman.

three of them followed suite, but kyotani just rolls his eyes, mumbling something about how they suck. he immediately gets elbowed by yahaba. he corrects himself, saying that they all suck— except for iwaizumi of course. the underclassman sweat drop as watari pushes the boy away from the wrath of their upperclassman.

before oikawa, hanamaki and matsukawa can even try to knock some sense into kyotani, y/n calls out, chuckling awkwardly at their interaction.

"here's some barbecue and ramen i picked up from the shops. i also have some desserts after." she says, nodding over to the back, "kyo-kun, do you mind helping?"

kyotani nods, showing little resistance, following y/n to grab their bowls. the rest of the underclassman go to sit at the other table by their upperclassmen.

oikawa smirked, for some reason he was smug. iwaizumi gave him a weird look, which oikawa countered, "he only listens to y/n-nee- i can't be proud of that?"

"and iwa-chan." hanamaki added.

"like a little mother-father son trio." matsukawa snickered.

both third years received a smack at the head by their ace.

"you guys are weird..." he mumbles, looking at kyotani, who comes out with two bowls in hand, shaky hands. he reluctantly sets it in front of hanamaki and matsukawa. y/n setting oikawa and iwaizumi's in front of them while they go back for the rest. "it is kinda nice to see him actually being decent."

"that's y/n-chan for ya~" oikawa coos. not even a moment later, a plate of barbecue are set in the middle of them, the other table having a similar set up with their bowls and barbecue set.

"thank you for the food." they all say in unison before digging in.

the bell rings once more, and surprisingly, everyone freezes upon seeing the people walking in. or rather a group of third years from a certain school.

y/n pops back out from the back, smiling brightly at her friends, "mizu! you guys are here early."

sugawara, daichi and asahi stood still at the doors, frozen in place as the seijoh players stop eating, some even mid bite upon seeing the group.

kiyoko smiles softly, pushing past sugawara and going to give y/n a hug in front of the pastry case, "sorry, they wanted to get here earlier so that they can provide better directions for the team." the two know she meant kageyama, hinata, tanaka and nishinoya.

"it's okay~ the more the merrier." she says smiling brightly at the boys at the front of the bakery. she smacks the back of matsukawa and oikawa's head, "right guys?"

the two cough, nodding and letting out fake laughs. one day they're going to get a concussion, whether it be their idiotic actions or lack of thinking.

the three karasuno third years also let out a similar laugh and facade, though making sure to greet iwaizumi. as normally and awkwardly as they could.

as if she could hear oikawa's thoughts, y/n wagged her finger, "apparently they went to the ramen and barbecue place last tournament and really enjoyed it. just wanting to tag along, tooru-nee." she pats their heads before going to get the four karasuno students some pastries. she chuckled, seeing the empty table and chairs acting as a border between the two teams.

"iwa-chan." hanamaki calls out and before iwaizumi could get onto him about the dumb nickname, his next sentence caught his attention. "did something happen during that training camp with that third year setter and y/n-chan?"

the four look over, seeing y/n learning over, his mouth next to her ear as he whispers something to her. immediately flustered, she shoves his face away, walking towards the counter swearing at the setter. sugawara just had a smug smile, fist bumping kiyoko and calling out that she could never hate him.

"now that you mention it..." matsukawa mumbled, tapping a finger on his chin, "last tournament, after she watched karasuno's matches, she hung out with him quite often. though sometimes there was their manager and captain there."

oh how much the ace did not want to hear any of that. seeing their interaction made his stomach churn and just the thought of the two growing closer after the tokyo training camp made his heart ache. he quickly drowns out their theories, slurping on his noodles.

the first and second years were the first to finish and leave, setting their bowls in a bin for dirty dishes and bidding everyone good bye.