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❛ bench | day 1 of training camp ;; 1/2 * : ･ﾟ✧

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┊┊┊ ❝ sawamura,

┊┊⋆ where's (y/n)? ❞

—— ˚- ⋆ ✎ day 1 of training camp – 1/2 — 615

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THE GIRL'S EYES
slowly opened. they blinked by to their normal size. she was being held by non–other than sawa–san. she smiled at this, reaching up for him. he looked down at her and smiled as he saw her giggling, her small hands making grabbing gestures at him. he re–positioned her so she was facing front, balancing her on his hip yet again. she had one hand behind him gripped on his shirt, the other idle against her side. the karasuno players were talking and doing random stuff. kageyama and hinata were playing cards, sugawara and asahi were watching, tanaka and nishinoya were dancing like cheerleaders for the boys'. tsukishima and yamaguchi were conversing like normal people while ennoshita scrolled through his phone. narita was talking to kiyoko while yachi stood beside daichi and kinoshita, watching the card game like sugawara and asahi. coach ukai was talking to takeda-sensei. the girl's small baby-like face held a confused expression, and daichi somehow read it. "we're in the rooms we'll be staying in." he spoke. she nodded in a understanding way.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (y/n) pov

after a small while of observing the boys whom were playing cards (and being snuggled and cooed by daichi) we were finally heading towards the gym. i could already hear the thuds and voices shining through the cracks in the door. as soon as we reached it, the tall captain opened one of the doors, revealing teams in bright jerseys practicing. sawa–san smiled. "look, (y/n)." he pointed to the people in the people in red uniforms. "that's nekoma.'' my mouth slightly, "nekma'' i repeated, butchering the name slightly. "that's fukurōdani" he pointed to people in black and gold uniforms. "fukdani" he smiled. "the people there," he then moved his finger to the direction of some boys in light teal and white uniforms. "that's aobajohsai."    i nodded and smiled. "aojohsai." sawa–san then grinned like a proud father. "now, last," he shifted us to the direction of a team with dark turquoise and white uniforms. "date tech."  i furrowed my eyebrows. "day tech." i responded, confidently. onii–chan then looked over and laughed. "sawamura ! are you teaching (y/n) the team names?" he nodded, grinning. everyone was practicing until a certain ginger-haired boy slammed the other door open too loud. that caught the attention of EVERYONE in the gym. their heads turned to face the team in their orange jerseys, as well as the two-year old who was wearing a pastel orange over-sized shirt and a pair of grey shorts. murmurs immediately filled the large room. 'is that a kid?' 'who's is it..?' 'shittykawa, she's not an it!! she!!' 'sorry!!' 'who brought a kid?' 'why?'  i heard some, but others were inaudible due to the overlapping of voices. onii–chan walked in beside sawa–san.
we reached the court, they were going against aojohsai. sawa–san sat me on the bench. and he said, "do not get off the bench" but what i heard, was "off" and "bench".

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daichi pov

after the third match (which we won), i decided to quickly check on (y/n) to make sure she was doing all right, but she wasn't there. i had a heart attack, looking all over for her. not long after, kōshi came over. "sawamura, where's (y/n)?" he said looking at me.

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"i don't know."

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ﾟ｡* °✧ 🗒 a/n, 10.8.2020 🗒 ✧° *｡ﾟ
OH MY GOD Y'ALL ITS ｎα𝐠𝒾tዐ 𝓚𝓞ｍᗩ乇ｄ͏ƛ σᑎ Ｔ𝓱Ｅ ŇίŇŦєℕ𝔡𝐎 Ч
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