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───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

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𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

As you entered the gym, you greeted your friends with a smile and gently set your bag down on the floor. Sugawara and the others returned the greeting with a brief nod before turning their attention back to the energetic Nishinoya, who was completely focused on the game.

"Rolling Thunder!" yelled Nishinoya, throwing himself toward the ball with determination. With impressive skill, he prevented it from hitting the ground, managing to make it bounce before landing in one of the large blue baskets set up near the net.

"Nice receive," praised Sugawara, though his comment was overshadowed by Tanaka's mocking laughter.

"Bah, it was just an ordinary receive," Tanaka countered, laughing and taking the opportunity to tease him a little more.

You approached them, intrigued. "‘Rolling Thunder’? What's that?" you asked, holding back a smile. The name seemed as dramatic as it was funny to you, and apparently, you weren't the only one who thought so, as Yamaguchi had turned around, clearly trying to stifle his laughter.

Nishinoya, noticeably irritated by the teasing, crossed his arms and, with a stern expression, raised his voice. "Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi! I'm going to teach you a thing or two, so bow down...! I mean, sit down! Position yourselves below my line of sight!"

"Teach me, teach me the Rolling Thunder!" Hinata exclaimed, the only one in the group visibly impressed. To him, Nishinoya was nothing short of a volleyball star.

However, before Nishinoya could respond, the firm voice of Takeda-sensei cut into the conversation. "Guys, I want you to listen to something." Everyone's attention immediately focused on him.

"We’re doing something special this year, right?" Takeda-sensei continued, and the students nodded, expectant. "Training camp during Golden Week."

"Yeah, we’ve got a lot to train for before that," replied Daichi, looking at the others.

Takeda-sensei paused, trying to capture the boys' full attention. "And one more thing," he said, a gleam in his eyes. "On the last day of Golden Week, we’ll have a practice match."

The announcement was met with immediate excitement. Excited murmurs spread through the gym, and the boys looked at each other, wondering who they would be playing against.

"Who’s the opponent?" you asked curiously, your mind already imagining the challenge ahead. Which team would they face this time?

"Nekoma High from Tokyo," replied Takeda-sensei in a serious tone. "They’re called 'Neko.'"

The name echoed in your mind, and for a moment, you got distracted thinking about its meaning. "Neko... like cat, right? Sounds nice. Cats are cute... No, wait, correct that, you love cats... Oh, God, I'm rambling again!" You scolded yourself mentally, refocusing on the conversation.

Tanaka chimed in to explain, "We’ve heard a lot about them. Our coach and theirs used to be rivals. They’ve played against them several times.”

"Oh," murmured Hinata, with a mix of surprise and excitement. It wasn’t hard to see that he was already thinking about how they’d go up against a team of such high level. Next to him, Sugawara started telling an anecdote about an old match they’d played against the Neko team, but your attention had already wandered off.

"Well," Daichi interrupted, with a serious but motivating expression. "We’ve got an important match coming up soon. We need to give it everything we’ve got!" His exclamation brought the team together, and everyone nodded with determination. They knew that the road to the match against Neko would require effort and focus.

"Tokyo, huh?" Tanaka stepped forward, one hand on his chin as if plotting a master plan. "I’m gonna destroy those city boys!" he added with a confident grin, though his attitude wasn’t as intimidating as he’d tried to make it seem.

You laughed unintentionally. "City boys? Why are you talking like that?" you teased playfully about how Tanaka had named the boys from Nekoma High.

Tanaka looked at you with a frown, as if his pride had been wounded. "Y/N! How dare you mock your senpai?" he exclaimed dramatically, giving you a look of fake indignation. You didn’t have time to react, as in a flash, his hands firmly landed on your shoulders, and in one quick movement, he began ruffling your hair with a teasing smile.

"Tanaka, stop!" you protested between laughs, trying to escape his playful hold.

"I’ll teach you to respect your senpai," Tanaka said with a mischievous smile, but his tone quickly softened, knowing that you were just joking.

"Alright, alright, cut it out," Daichi intervened, trying to calm the situation as the others laughed at the comic scene that had unfolded.

“What’s wrong, Daichi? Want a little love too?” Tanaka, with a mischievous smile, approached the captain with the same playful attitude. He advanced slowly, hands raised with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Daichi raised a hand, backing away cautiously. "Tanaka, don’t even think about it…" he warned firmly, though a slight smile betrayed his seriousness.

You couldn’t help but join in on the joke, moving closer with Tanaka as the two of you closed in on Daichi, step by step. Every time you both advanced, Daichi took a step back, pretending to try and escape but clearly caught up in the laughter.

“What, the great Captain Daichi is afraid of a simple hug?” you teased, with an amused smile that echoed through the group.

Before Daichi could respond, Tanaka didn’t miss his chance. With unexpected speed, he wrapped both of you in a vigorous hug that brought you together in a tight bond of camaraderie. The strength of his gesture caught you by surprise, and you found yourself trapped between him and Daichi, who, still surprised, could only sigh in resignation, though with a barely concealed smile.

"Tanaka... you're... crushing Y/N," Daichi warned, trying to pry the enthusiastic Tanaka away from you both. However, Tanaka just responded by squeezing you a little tighter, enjoying the momentary awkwardness he had created. You could barely contain your laughter, though you felt warmth rising to your cheeks from the pressure and closeness. Your arms, still around Daichi's torso, kept you in this peculiar and funny position.

"It's a team hug, captain! There’s no escape," declared Tanaka, holding the embrace with a mischievous grin.

"Tanaka, if you keep this up, Y/N might end up not being able to breathe," Daichi added, though he couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. Finally, Daichi managed to free himself slightly, giving you the chance to escape too, though not without a few failed attempts and laughs along the way.

Once you were finally free, you took a deep breath, bringing your hands to your cheeks to dissipate the blush that had undoubtedly colored your face. Amidst laughter and a few sighs, you tried to regain your composure while Daichi, also recovered from Tanaka's "display of affection," gave his teammate a light pat on the back.

"Alright, let’s get back to work," Daichi declared firmly, though the shadow of a smile still lingered on his face. "If we're going to face Nekoma, we can't let ourselves get distracted like this."

"Ahhh, I don't want to!" you protested energetically, trying to free your arm from Hinata's persistent grip. The redhead had been begging you to help him with a couple of serves, though your determination to not give in was strong. With your free hand, you tried to grip the ground, but your palm slid uselessly.

"Come on, Y/N! You never play with me!" Hinata insisted, releasing your arm only to change tactics and grab your leg, making you fall backward in the process. "I promise I won’t bother you again after this!”

"No! You said that last time, and you almost hit me in the face with the ball!" you retorted, kicking your legs forcefully to try to free yourself, but Hinata kept his grip. A playful smile tugged at your lips despite the chaos they had caused. "What if I miss one of those shots? I'd die of embarrassment if everyone sees me."

"No one's going to make fun of you... well, maybe Tsukishima, but..." Hinata tried to convince you, but he couldn't continue. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you wriggled free and, aiming to run toward Kiyoko, barely managed a few steps before slipping on the floor, giving Hinata the perfect opportunity to catch you again.

"Let me go, monster! Kiyoko-san!" you shouted, trying to call for help through your laughter, but Hinata wasn’t going to give up that easily. With a mischievous grin, he started tickling you, making you laugh uncontrollably.

"Come on, let’s play!" he insisted energetically as you squirmed, trying to evade his attack but failing miserably.

"No!" you managed to say through your laughter, trying to free your arms to push him away. However, just when it seemed like Hinata had no intention of letting go, Daichi's firm voice rang out across the gym, calling everyone to gather. You seized the moment and, with a light punch to his stomach, finally got Hinata to release you. You quickly stood up and joined the group, Hinata following you with a determined look on his face.

"Please, Y/N," he whispered behind you, with that same persistence that almost made you laugh again.

"Shh," you whispered back, putting a finger to your lips, but Hinata wasn’t far behind, dramatically mimicking your gesture and making the sound to shush you as well.

The two of them became tangled in a small exchange of whispers and glances until Daichi's stern gaze pierced through them, halting their murmurs instantly. At that warning, both fell silent, straightening up to listen attentively as Takeda-sensei began to speak.

"I want to introduce someone to you," he said, and a man with blonde hair and a serious demeanor stepped forward. Wait, wasn’t that the grumpy employee from the store they usually go to? You stared in surprise; the man had a carefree, almost defiant air about him, and didn’t seem like someone who wanted to deal with the hustle of a high school volleyball team. "This is Ukai-san. He will be coaching you starting today."

"He's... going to coach us?" Daichi asked, approaching with a mix of disbelief and excitement on his face. It seemed like, just like everyone else, he could barely believe it.

Ukai sighed slightly, as if still weighing his decision. "Only until the match against Nekoma," he clarified.

Tanaka pointed at him, his expression part surprised, part skeptical. "But he's the guy from Sakanoshita's store... Is he really going to coach us?"

Takeda-sensei stepped forward, nodding with a smile. "Ukai-san used to study here at Karasuno," he explained, a revelation that caused murmurs and surprised looks among everyone.

"But the store has a different name," Hinata intervened, curiosity evident in his tone.

Ukai answered bluntly, as if anticipating the question. "It's my mother's family name." Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he placed his hands on his hips and looked at everyone with an air of authority that hadn’t been there before. "There’s no time to waste. I want to see what you’re made of. The match will start at 6:30 p.m., and I’ve already invited the opponents."

"Opponents?" some repeated, both surprised and eager.

Ukai explained that they would be facing the Karasuno neighborhood association team, a group experienced and skilled in the game. Upon hearing this, the team nodded with determination and began to warm up, each one focused on preparing for the challenge.

Meanwhile, you didn’t miss the opportunity to watch the new coach closely, hoping he would notice your presence and recognize you. Finally, after a few seconds, Ukai turned and caught your fixed gaze.

"Oh... and who is she?" Ukai asked quietly, leaning toward Takeda.

Tanaka, always eager to help, replied in the same confidential tone. "This is Y/N, his assistant," he explained, then gestured for you to come closer.

"Well...," Ukai scratched the back of his neck, clearly considering the situation for a moment before continuing. "And what am I supposed to do with an assistant?"

Takeda, always calm, responded with a smile. "For whatever you need, Ukai-san. She's here to help."

Ukai seemed to accept the explanation, and in a casual gesture, he took the whistle hanging from his neck and placed it around yours. The action caught you by surprise, and he noticed, giving a small smile. "Use it when I ask you to," he added, with a tone of authority.

You straightened up with determination, nodding immediately. "Yes, sir!"

With an approving expression, Ukai placed a hand on your shoulder, as if to soften the intensity of your response.

Soon after, a group of men in sportswear entered the gym. The Karasuno neighborhood association team had arrived, and Ukai stepped forward to greet them and discuss the details of the match. The opposing team players seemed experienced, and the atmosphere in the gym filled with anticipation.

After a few minutes, Ukai turned to the team and announced that it was time to start the practice match. However, he noticed a small issue: two players were missing to complete the teams. Just then, Hinata, looking out the window, exclaimed, “Look, it’s Asahi!” and waved his hand excitedly. “Hey, Asahi!”

Ukai, with a serious expression, made his way to the door, and you followed him, curious. When he opened it, both of you found the tall guy with brown hair wearing the Karasuno uniform, looking somewhat embarrassed. Ukai looked at him, not wasting time to scold him. “You’re late! Who do you think you are?” His tone, though firm, had a hint of frustration. “What’s your position?”

Asahi, clearly nervous, quickly answered, “Uh... I’m the outside hitter, sir.”

“We’re short on players, so go warm up. Now!” Ukai ordered with determination. He gave you a light squeeze on the shoulder as a signal, and you understood immediately. With a confident movement, you brought the whistle to your lips and blew it, a brief, clear sound that echoed through the gym. Asahi, not wasting another second, hurried in, ready to join the practice.

The match continued, and during the first few hours, your role remained in the background: you supervised from the sidelines, blowing the whistle when necessary, observing the game dynamics and Ukai’s instructions. The matches didn’t usually keep your attention for long, and you started to feel the effects of fatigue. You rubbed your eyes, which were beginning to grow tired, while part of you longed to return home. You checked your watch and noticed it was already 8:00 p.m.

"If I stay here much longer, Mom will give me a lecture," you thought with a sigh, trying to find a comfortable position leaning against the wall. "Do these men never get tired? Don't they have families waiting for them at home?" you wondered silently, watching how the neighborhood association members seemed inexhaustible in their energy.

Finally, the match came to an end, and the players began to relax while Ukai and some of the guys discussed strengths and areas for improvement. Although under normal circumstances, you would have offered to help pack up the equipment, this time, the memory of your mother's stern look made you reconsider. You quickly left, bidding your teammates a hurried smile and leaving the gym to head home before the night got any later.

"I'm home!" You announced as you entered, taking off your shoes by the door. Silence greeted you, so you tried again, this time in your mother tongue. "Mom!"

Instantly, you heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs, and your mother appeared, relieved but with a frown. "You’re finally home," she said in the same language, walking over to take your face in her hands, examining you with concern. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm fine, Mom," you answered softly, gently moving her hands away from your face. You followed her into the kitchen, where you sat in one of the chairs by the counter.

"You could’ve let me know you were staying longer," she scolded as she turned on the stove to heat up dinner. "I don’t like you staying out so late at that club... there are so many boys."

"Don’t worry, Mom," you said with a smile, raising your arms and spinning a bit in the chair in an attempt to reassure her. "Plus, I’m not alone; there’s another girl there too."

Your mom sighed, seemingly calming down a little, but she still looked at you with some suspicion. "Even so," she continued, serving your plate of food, "promise me you’ll let me know next time if you’re going to be late. I don’t want to be here worrying while you’re who knows where."

"Alright, now eat," she responded, placing a steaming plate of food in front of you. Without hesitation, you picked up the spoon and took the first bite, savoring the familiar, comforting flavors that, after such a long day, tasted even better.

"And after that," she continued while collecting some dishes, "I want you to take a nice bath and go straight to bed."

You nodded silently, enjoying the warm atmosphere of the kitchen until your sister appeared, placing her computer in front of you without a word. With a determined expression, she turned the screen toward you and pointed at it: the website clearly read "Kyoto City University of Arts." You looked at her, somewhat confused.

"I don’t get it," you admitted, trying to understand her intention.

"Read this," she insisted, pointing to a specific paragraph. As you focused on the text, you discovered they were holding auditions to join one of their prestigious orchestras. They were offering spots for pianists, violinists, and cellists, and the requirements included being between 14 and 24 years old, having advanced music-reading skills, and a high level of performance on the instrument.

"You should try out," your sister suggested with an encouraging smile. You looked at her, still somewhat uncertain. Kyoto City University of Arts was known for its prestige and high standards, and you knew that getting into one of their orchestras wouldn’t be easy.

"I’m not sure..." you murmured, feeling the weight of uncertainty. You knew that to meet the level of excellence Kyoto City University of Arts demanded, you’d have to practice intensely. You weren’t bad at the piano, but to meet their high standards, you would need to be practically flawless.

"Also, it’s so far from home," you added with a sigh. "It doesn’t make sense to travel so far for something like that... and what if I don’t make it?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N! You know you can do it," your sister replied enthusiastically, turning off her computer and setting it aside to focus on you. "You can spend your whole afternoon watching a volleyball game you're not even playing in, and you don't complain about that," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "This is an incredible opportunity for you."

Her argument made you think. You knew she was right: you had made great efforts for things that perhaps didn’t deserve as much. This, on the other hand, was a unique opportunity, a door open to a dream you had been putting off for a long time.

After a few seconds of reflection, you sighed and finally said, "Okay, okay, I’ll talk to Mom." You gestured with your hand, trying to minimize the importance of your words, though deep down, the idea was starting to take root in your mind.

"Great!" your sister exclaimed, full of enthusiasm, as she quickly headed toward the stairs. "Where did you leave your piano? Oh, I remember, it's in the attic!" she shouted from the first step, her voice full of excitement.

Your sister’s figure disappeared up the stairs, and a small smile appeared on your face. The thought of auditioning for such a prestigious university, Kyoto City University of Arts, gave you a mix of nerves and excitement. You knew it would be a huge challenge; you’d have to practice a lot to reach the required level, and while you felt some pressure, you reminded yourself that you still had time. However, the responsibilities of school, the volleyball team, and the match against Nekoma weighed on your mind, making things even more complicated.

You took a moment to breathe deeply, pushing aside the rushed thoughts. Everything would come in due time. You couldn’t allow the many tasks to overwhelm you before you even started. One thing at a time, you told yourself. You had time to prepare.

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