Watching You Go - Mad Dog X Reader

A Sight To Behold

Iwaizumi and Oikawa both stayed after school to watch their friend's game. Iwaizumi wore his usual beanie which was gifted to him by (Y/N) two years ago. The two sat at the top of the bleachers and watched the girls on both sides warming up. Well, Oikawa was watching the girls on both sides. Usually, Iwaizumi would be watching both sides to analyze and even see anything that he himself could improve on and pinpoint who might be the victor. Though, he was... distracted to say the least.

On the opposite end of the court, (Y/N) was in line amongst her fellow teammates to dive for the ball. When it was her turn, she lowered her body just enough to ready herself. Iwaizumi watched as she watched the ball then dove for it sending it back with ease. She pumped her fist lightly then went to the end of the line.

A whistle interrupted the warm up session then the teams both lined up. Iwaizumi looked over at Oikawa who was leaning back and smirking at him.

"You know, Iwa, you have this amazing thing called a 'cellphone'. It just might come in handy at times like this," Oikawa teased as he waved his own phone.

Iwaizumi slammed his fist into Oikawa's abdomen then said, "Put your phone away."

Oikawa keeled over as he held his stomach in obvious pain. Iwaizumi watched as the opposing team served the ball and it was set into play. Iwaizumi saw (Y/N) standing in the box in her off-colored jersey waiting impatiently. He thought they would let in her in the beginning but he wasn't surprised. She was a hothead and getting her warmed up by preventing her from playing was a way to utilize her as a player.

After the third rotation, (Y/N) switched in and pumped her teammates up with high fives and a bright smile. Iwaizumi couldn't help but smile back, but fought it when he thought Oikawa was watching. What caught his eye were the girl's thighs.

He couldn't pry his eyes off the thick thighs that were tense as they held her upper body in a ready position. Something primal in him wanted to squeeze them and hold them and just rub his hands over them. He watched as they pushed her body to the ground when she dove for the ball, and when they pulled her to her feet to quickly recover. Something about her thighs were intoxicating to the boy and he quickly jumped to his feet.

"What's up?"

Iwaizumi pulled out his phone and replied, "Forgot about something. I gotta call real quick. Tell me what I miss when I come back."

Oikawa waved him off then returned his attention to the game. Iwaizumi quickly hurried down the bleachers and exited the gym. He hurried to the water fountains and quickly turned it on and ducked his head under the water.

What the fuck's your problem, Hajime? Shitty pervert. He turned off the water then shook his hair dry and slapped his beanie back on.

Not long ago, he had noticed his feelings for the brazen girl. As time went by, it only got worse and now he was fantasizing about her. What kind of person thinks of things like that about their childhood friend? He checked his phone to see a text from Oikawa.

Oikawa
We won the first set

Iwaizumi checked the time to see he was out for more than the ten minutes he meant to spend. He let out a sigh and almost punched himself when he remembered why exactly he was out there in the first place. The memory was so clear in his mind and he was disgusted in himself. He was supposed to be there to support his friend not ogle at her thighs like a predator.

He gathered his thoughts then finally came back into the gym only to witness a fight about to break out.

"You did that on purpose, you Barbie wannabe!"

On the court, there were two girls being held back from each other. One of them from the opposing team and the other was the very reason why he left the gym. (Y/N) was seething with rage as she was held back by her teammates. Oikawa was no help recording the whole ordeal from his seat in the bleachers with an amused grin on his face.

"Oh, Iwa! Look look!" Oikawa waved Iwaizumi over as he continued to record his friend almost murdering a person.

"What happened?"

Oikawa almost laughed at the memory as he answered, "I didn't see but (Y/N) threw a ball at that girl's head and almost tackled her."

"I thought she can control her anger now," Iwaizumi said as he watched what was happening below.

"As if! She's like an angry dog," Oikawa laughed as he replied and tried to keep his recording hand from shaking too much.

"You noodle-limbed, bleach haired, toothpick finger having witch!"

Oikawa burst into a huge fit of laughter at the amazing insults coming from (Y/N)'s lips. Iwaizumi turned back to see the referee talking to the coaches as the girls from both teams tried to calm their respective teammates. (Y/N) was much calmer and wasn't fighting against her friends' combined strength but she was still trying to get in the girl's face.

"Enough, (L/N) you're out of the game. Go home and cool down," the Coach demanded.

"I'm not leaving until she apologizes to Kayo! She didn't have to be so bitter about her own loss! If I leave then she leaves, too! This is bullshit!" (Y/N) argued back.

Iwaizumi took this as his moment to stop his friend from doing anything she regrets. He jumped down the bleachers and grabbed (Y/N)'s arms.

"I'll take her home, Coach. But take into consideration why she's acting like this," Iwaizumi said and bowed before dragging her out the gym with Oikawa following close behind.

"Iwaizumi! Let go! I'm not the only one at fault here! She hurt my teammate and I'm not going to let that go!"

"Yelling and beating someone up isn't going to rewind time, idiot," Iwaizumi said when he stopped at the water fountain. "What good will you be for your team if you're suspended?"

(Y/N) finally was able to escape Iwaizumi's grip and pouted slightly. She released her hair from its tie and drank water.

"I'll get your things," Iwaizumi offered and left Oikawa and (Y/N) at the fountain.

Oikawa watched as Iwaizumi walked back to the gym. Oikawa turned back to see (Y/N) holding tightly to the fountain.

"Hey, (Y/N/N), you have amazing vocabulary," Oikawa teased as he played back the video of her ongoing insults.

"You wanna die, Oikos?"

"Don't be so mean, look," Oikawa said as he flipped through his videos of her going ballistic over the ordeal.

"Imma break your phone!" She yelled and ran after the boy who boosted the volume on his phone as he ran away. (Y/N) was quick and swiftly kicked off her shoes and tossed them at the boy. One shoe landed perfectly on his back and the other tripped him on to his face. She placed her foot on Oikawa as she picked up his phone and watched the videos on a lower volume.

Displeased with her behavior in the videos, she deleted them and dropped the phone onto his head. He whined in defeat and pain but stayed down like a good boy.

On cue, Iwaizumi exited the gym with (Y/N)'s belongings in hand. "Bad news, you're banned from sport activities for a week."

"This is bullshit!" She yelled toward the gym at no one in particular but grabbed her things from Iwaizumi. "I'm going home. Are you staying here?"

Iwaizumi nodded as he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna watch the game through."

"Text me the results, see ya," (Y/N) said and grabbed her bike and rode off without another word.

Iwaizumi watched her go farther into the distance but was distracted by Oikawa. Oikawa had let out a sigh of relief as he said, "Lucky for you that she didn't see it."

"See what?"

A ding sounded in response to Iwaizumi's question and he checked his phone. It was a message from Oikawa which made him raise his brow at the boy still lying on the ground. Oikawa only gave him a mischievous grin in response and waved his phone.

Iwaizumi opened the chat and saw two pictures loading with a single text below them saying, You're welcome.

The pictures finally loaded and the first was his face staring at something intently. He was annoyed that Oikawa had taken a picture of him but saw the second photo. It was of (Y/N) staring up and in her ready position. It was the same position that had him staring down her thighs. He threw his beanie at Oikawa and he kicked the boy.