Single Parents: Iwaizumi [DISCONTINUED]

Daddy, They Started It!

[As Suggested By: mayohaise] 

Pulling his head into his comfortable shirt, Iwaizumi changed out of his uniform into his usual wear. He had just finished his shift for the day and was thankful that it wasn't a busy day in the emergency room.

"Good work, Iwaizumi-san." His colleague greeted, nodding politely at him.

"Good work," Iwaizumi returned the greeting with a smile, folding his uniform before packing it into his bag as neatly as possible. While doing so, he noticed his cellphone poking out of his bag, his screen showing multiple notifications. He grumbled as he picked out his phone, expecting it to be pointless tests from Oikawa again.

Much to his surprise, he had 5 missed calls and 2 text messages, urging him to get to Yachi's school as soon he read them. Without hesitation, he shoved the remaining of his belongings into his bag. He rushed out of the locker room, not even bothered to fix his shirt. He pushed his legs to move as fast as possible, clenching his jaw. He swallowed anxiously, trying his best to keep bad scenarios out of his mind. He clenched his fist onto the strap of his bag, knowing that the only he could do was to hope that Yachi was safe.

*

When Iwaizumi arrived at Yachi's school, his shirt was clinging to his back from sweat. He ran as fast as he could to the school and was now a little out of breath. "Ah, Iwaizumi-san, you're here." A teacher who had been waiting for his arrival greeted him with a light nod.

"Excuse me, but where is Yachi?" Iwaizumi interrupted the teacher, feeling impatient. Though he hated to be rude, his urge to find his daughter and make sure she was safe was far more overwhelming.

"This way please," The teacher assured him, smiling in hopes to ease his worries. She guided him to the staff office, where he found Yachi sitting in another corner with Saeko and her mother by her side. The blonde had her head hung low, hands rested on her knees in fists. Her brows knitted, accompanying the frown on her lips

"Yachi," Iwaizumi rushed up to her immediately, kneeling on one knee before her. He held her shoulders, scanning her for any injuries. He sighed in relief, letting go of the breath he had been holding to find out that his daughter was fine. "Yokata..." He breathed, pushing her pale gold strands behind her ear.

He turned to his side, where Saeko and her mother sat. Saeko's hair was in a mess, curls sticking out in odd places. She seemed heavily upset, arms crossed on her chest fiercely. Her eyes a little glassy, with a circle of red tint around them, as if she had cried. Fresh bruises scattered on her hands and even face.

Iwaizumi exchanged quick nods with Saeko's mother, who was sitting by her side. "I'll watch after her while you talk to the principal." She assured him, putting a hand over Yachi's shoulders. Iwaizumi thanked her, stroking Yachi's hair one last time before following the teacher into the principal's office.

Taking a seat right across the principal, Iwaizumi nodded at him grimly. "I'm sorry I'm late," He apologized, holding onto the armchairs of his seat nervously.

"It's understandable, Iwaizumi-san." The principal nodded empathetically at him, flashing a slightly strained smile. His expression changed quickly as he leaned his elbows on his desk, sighing heavily. "We call you in because Hitoka-chan got involved in a fight."

Iwaizumi's eyes widened, his jaw unhinged. His tight hold on the armrest loosened, shoulders slumped. "A fight?" He repeated in disbelief.

"Unfortunately, yes." The principal nodded. Iwaizumi looked out the window of office, glancing at his daughter. Saeko's mother was trying her best to cheer the young girl up, rubbing her arm comfortingly.