Manager Princess

[Iwaizumi x Reader] The Kind Oikawa-san's Best Mr. Beef

You tapped the pencil against your chin thoughtfully, running over the checklist in your hand. It's time for a supply run, even on a Monday. It had been bothering you for a while now, but a big test earlier today had prevented you from going shopping sooner and your inattention was starting to show. School always came first, the coaches always reminded you gently, so a few missed minor details here and there wasn't going to hurt anyone, even if it did make you feel a little guilty for missing those details. Anyone else would see your job as menial; buying water bottles, washing bibs, making flyers for upcoming events, all things that may seem small in the grand scheme of things, but it was the small things that kept the team functioning in top condition, no matter how small. You felt a sense of pride in seeing your hard work paying off with their hard work.

Okay, back to taking stock. No excuse to slack off now, even on the team's day off. You got back to work taking inventory in the club's supply room.

Need some more tape for Oikawa, check. Bandages definitely need a restock, check. The drink mix everyone loves you're pretty sure is on sale this week, so better stock up on that; need more laundry soap, the one without the dyes or scents for Kunimi's and Hanamaki's skin sensitivities. You can only hope it's on sale this week too. Who knew that laundry soap could be so expensive?

Still have plenty of stat books and notebooks; plenty of salon pas and air fresheners still; most of the cleaning equipment still seemed to be in good order. Good, good.

Oh! You should probably put in an order for new practice balls though; some of them were looking like some of them were on their last legs and probably wouldn't last much longer.

No one couldn't say that the sport wasn't well-loved around here, you thought as you looked at some of the poor balls that have felt the power of Oikawa's serve, or Iwaizumi's spikes, for too long now. They had a good run, you felt, and would retire with grace. RIP, well-loved practice balls.

"[Name]-chan?" a gentle knocking caught your attention, making you turn around. Iwaizumi leans lazily against the door frame, an easy smile on his face.

"Coach said you'd probably be here, even though it's Monday."

You returned his smile before going back to your shopping list, glancing around the room for a final check of everything.

"I had a big math test today, so I haven't had a chance to come down here yet."

He hums in agreement, knowing how much of a beast the math teacher was. He was infamous amongst the third years and put the fear of God in the younger classes.

"My condolences. Did you survive?"

"As much as he would let me," you confessed, earning a soft, sympathetic chuckle from the ace. "Did you need something, Iwaizumi-kun?"

"Just wondering what you were up to. Shittykawa's teaching today and I'm pretty sure Hanamaki and Matsukawa have makeup exams to take. So, I've got a free afternoon."

You giggled, wondering if he even called Oikawa by his proper name anymore.

"Even when he's not here to hear it, you still insist on mangling his name?"

"If you say his name, you summon him." He replied, his face turning so serious with his brows so deeply furrowed, you couldn't help but laugh. "Trust me on this one, [Name]-chan. It's creepy. Every time I say his name, he finds some way of making his presence known and piss me off."

As if to prove his point, Iwaizumi's phone buzzed, alerting him to a new message. And, as if on cue, you can see the familiar scowl returning to his face that was a well-known presence in the gymnasium. Iwaizumi had a specific scowl just for when he was pissed off at Oikawa, and he was making that face at his phone. You can only guess what it was that his 'beloved' captain had sent him.