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✧ Concussion || Yaku Morisuke

ORIGINALLY UPLOADED: June 20, 2017
NEW TIME OF UPLOAD: July 25, 2018 (08:07PM)
EDITING TIME: July 25, 2018 (02:16PM) – July 25, 2018 (05:55PM)

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{F/N} loved spending time with her boyfriend: she loved running her fingers through his hair; she loved teasing him to get him flustered; but most of all, she loved seeing the different expressions he wore on his face every day. She had been studying them all — from the frustrated frowns he showed when he couldn't save a ball to the bright smiles he showed when he won a match, not to forget the sly smirks of enjoyment when he could give Lev another one of his roundhouse kicks. There wasn't a single one that didn't make her heart flutter, and now that she was unable to fully enjoy them, she slowly grew more and more upset.

Noticing her frustration — she had been restlessly shifting her weight from one leg to the other, much to his frustration — Yaku looked up at his girlfriend, his concentrated look breaking down into the softened set of features {F/N} had grown to love. "Is this making you uncomfortable?"

The girl carefully shook her head, "Not at all. It's just..."

"A little awkward?"

"Yeah."

Yaku slowly got up, turned on the tap, then smiled at her. "Well, there's no other way, is there? You have a concussion, and if you want your legs shaved someone else'll have to do it for you. I can't have you risk hanging upside down," He ran a rag through the cold water before getting back on his knees, cleaning off the first leg he had finished. "Besides, for someone who never shaves legs, I think I did a really good job."

{F/N} smiled in return, humming to agree with him. "The concussion wasn't entirely my fault, though."

Yaku brushed his hair aside and looked up at her once more, a sigh leaving his lips. "I told you not to get Kuroo involved. We both know that Kuroo equals trouble."

"It's not that I blame him. I'd probably have thrown a ball at someone's head too if they got on my nerves."

"{F/N}, the ball made you fall head-first onto the concrete. I think I can still see the mark." He got up from the floor and rested his hand on her forehead, his thumb carefully searching for the bruise. He then kissed the spot softly, then grinned, getting back on the floor to finish shaving her other leg. "Either way, I'm not too thrilled about you coming to see our game today."

With her cheeks dusted in red, she averted her eyes from his figure. "But I've never missed any of your games..."

Surprised by the hint of sadness lacing her voice, Yaku couldn't do anything other than give in. "Will you promise me that you'll be careful?"

"Yes!"

"Extra careful?"

"Yes, yes, I promise!"

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Yaku continuously shot cautious glances at the bench beside the court as he stretched his limbs, trying to make the fullest out of the few seconds he had before he had to be ready to receive the next ball. He was alert — very alert, now that his girlfriend sat with his manager and coach. She was in a vulnerable spot, one too vulnerable for his likings.

{F/N} simply smiled at him to try and ease his worries, then looked at the scoreboard. Nekoma had taken the first set with a twelve point difference, and the second set seemed to be in their favor too — {F/N} was more than relieved to see how well they were doing. She eyed Yaku, smiling at the concentrated look his features portrayed, grateful for his well-doing. The past weeks had been real hectic for him: he had classes, volleyball practices, and in addition to that he spent his remaining free time taking care of his clumsy girlfriend, waking her up once every three hours like the doctor had asked so {F/N}'s mother could focus on her job. He was giving everything his all, and {F/N} didn't understand how he did it. Something like this must've taken a big toll on him.

Although expected that he would be making mistakes, Yaku was actually making very few — in fact, he was filling in the little gaps his teammates left behind. When Lev failed to receive another ball he wasn't surprised in the slightest, but when seeing it head straight towards the bench his coach, manager and {F/N} — his {F/N} — sat, his autopilot seemed to kick in. Usually he would've let it slide, yelled at Lev for losing them yet another point, but now that his {F/N} was at risk, he had to do whatever he could. He had promised her mother he'd take good care of her, after all.

Yaku ran, his sneakers squeaking, his body taking form for a rolling receive. He successfully managed to return the ball to the court, a relieved yet worried smile on his lips as he turned to his girlfriend. His breaths were heavy and his heart was pounding against his chest, his mind still a little hazy from the pace at which everything took place.

{F/N} simply looked at him, eyes wide. She hadn't expected him to save her, and now that she was okay, sure that she was okay, her nerves and tension started to ease.

Ignoring all the eyes on him, the libero took steps closer to the girl he had spent most of his time with and silently pulled her in for an embrace, his grip tightening when she mindlessly wrapped her arms around him. They didn't have to say anything — both of them knew exactly what the other was thinking. Thank god.

"Hey," the girl then whispered, "as much as I wish to thank you longer, you have a match to play." She lowered her arms, softly kissed his cheek, then pointed at the bleachers. "I'll be up there, watching you play, okay? I'll be a lot safer there." She waved him goodbye and headed towards the bleachers, allowing for the audience's focus to return back to the game.

Yaku then returned to the court, took a few deep breaths, glared at Lev but then turned his own attention back into the match. With eyes glued to the ball that was about to be served, he got himself into his receiving stance, gritting his teeth when Kuroo gave him a 'pat' on the back.

"We lost a point because of that, so you better be ready to take it back."

Yaku remained calm on the outside, but there was a little part of him that was ready to have a word with his captain — whose fault was it that {F/N} had to be protected? Whose fault was it, that that ball lost them a point to begin with? Either way, he kept his cool. "We're taking back more than one."

He returned to his state of concentration, but as fast as it came, it disappeared due to Lev's sudden cheer. Yaku glared at him, his underclassman irking him more and more as the seconds passed. Then, when Lev tried to talk his way out of the situation, the libero snapped. "I told you to work on those receives! Drop your knees, keep your eyes on the ball! I'm not planning on sugarcoating you any longer!"

"But you never sugarcoated me-"

Snickers from the rest of the team interrupted the bicker on the court, although unbeknownst to them the snickers continued off the court. That final play may have cost Yaku a few years of his age, but he kept his girlfriend safe — and that was all that mattered.

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I'M SORRY I'M TAKING SO LONG BUT THIS IS So much better than what it was before. Hope you were able to enjoy it!