Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

Convocation

It's official Golden week has commenced, it may be still a school day for most of the students here but this is where greenies will improve their raw instincts and pros will polish what they've already got.

You stop by the convenience store for a little snack, some good old cream cheese and spicy hot doritos alongside a liter bottle of water, you pay then begin to make your way over to Wakano district 3.

You make it to Shiratorizawa academy and the security guard let you in with the security pass that was delivered to you a week prior to the visit. You somehow make it to the right place, the entire school is huge, bigger than Nekoma but it's also not your first visit here.

The squeaking of rubber and chatter echo from the gym doors as you pop into the boy's gym, there you see around 20 boys in black tees and purple shorts doing some laps. Coach Washijo and Coach Saito stand off to the side, the small wrinkly old man turns around giving you a disgruntled smile. Some of the boys notice your arrival and slow down with their jog while others ignore your presence.

"I was beginning to think you ran off with my money." He chuckles.

"I wish, i want to break some aspiring souls. I'll watch for some time then I'll join." He nods, you head over to the bleachers, taking off your black backpack and taking out your food. You hear the coach clap his hands and take the boys into a huddle, they briefly talk before 'HAI' was heard. Some of the boys look at you funnily as you dip your spicy hot dorito and scooped up a chunk of cream cheese and hoovered it up into your gob.

You scrutinized their playing style, this is why you didn't choose them for high school. What type of team solely relies on one person, it's not efficient. Fukurodani may do something like that but when Bokuto messes up or becomes a little pissy the team can work without him. It seems like Shiratorizawa didn't get the memo, at least Ushijima is a lefty and has a good strong serve.

You begin to massage your wrists while taking your drink and guzzling it down, wiping your mouth with your red sleeve. You watch as the shit haircut dude compromises for the ace, always giving him whatever he needs, simp. While the bowl cut number 8 has the similar tenacity and fire that Bokuto has when playing, excluding his bipolar personality.

Heading over to the coach you don't share words rather you walk around the court, narrowing your gaze at the team, the number 14 seems to be a good libero digging up those powerful serves nicely. And that red head middle blocker reminds you all too well of that shit face captain, but with him he's using his intuition and most of the time it follows through.

"That's enough." You mutter to the coaches, Coach Washijo claps his hands, the teams stop with their practice and heads over to you.

"This here is a very important guest, she has taken time out of her very busy schedule to come here and help with today's practice." Wow the old man can really silence a room, you glance at him before sighing and taking centre stage.

"You can call me Y/n, or whatever, I'm from Nekoma. Introduce yourselves." You look uninterested at them, you glance making eye contact with Ushijima with his usual deadpan of a frown plastered onto his face. He's the only one here that you know.

Honestly you blank out during their introductions and only take note of their physical features before hearing nothing, oh did they finish.

"Right Shirabu you will not play on a team with Ushijima, Semi you will be his setter. Ohira and Goshiki you will also not be on the same team as Ushijima, the rest of you can decide for yourselves." They blankly stare at you.

"Well you heard her, get into teams and practice." Coach yells causing many to flinch, Ushijima frowns deeper at you.

You watch as Semi isn't doing so well as the setter for Ushijima even though he has experience on his side, Shirabu seems to be unwilling to aid Goshiki in his attempts for spikes while he does seem like the good candidate for Ushijima.