Chaos.

An atmosphere of pure, utter chaos engulfed the room, leaving a trail of havoc in its wake. Bandages wrapped around people and objects like mummified remnants of a wild disaster. Furniture lay toppled and disarrayed, as if a tempest had passed through. Amidst the pandemonium, Kenta, the mischievous pup, had managed to find a thera-band and gleefully tore it apart, its remnants scattering like confetti. The air was filled with the scent of ultrasound jelly, as Kenta rolled in it, leaving sticky pawprints across the floor.

Meanwhile, (y/n) found herself at the epicenter of this chaotic scene, sitting amidst the mayhem with a slice of pizza in hand. Confusion knitted her brows as she surveyed the spectacle unfolding around her.

"How the hell did I end up in this mess!?" (y/n) exclaimed, her voice drowned out by the commotion.

...

The sun had just begun its ascent, casting a warm glow upon the streets as (y/n) made her way to her physio appointment at 9 a.m. The morning air held a crispness that hinted at the promise of a new day, yet (y/n) couldn't help but stifle a yawn, her energy still groggy from the early hour. With each step she took, the weight of her crutches proved to be a constant reminder of her recent injury, making even the simplest tasks a challenge.

In her hand, she clutched her favorite drink, its warmth seeping through the cup and offering a small comfort amidst the morning chill. Sipping it proved to be a delicate dance, as she struggled to maintain her balance while maneuvering the crutches. Nevertheless, (y/n) persevered, determined not to let her injury dampen her spirit.

As the streets slowly grew more crowded with people beginning their daily routines, (y/n) found herself unwittingly approaching a group of high school boys who seemed to be in high spirits, undoubtedly ready to tackle the day ahead.

"Woah! Check out that cutie, guys, look at her!" the apparent captain of the group, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and admiration.

His friends, caught up in the moment, nodded in enthusiastic agreement as their eyes followed (y/n)'s figure, momentarily distracted from their original intentions. Their voices carried through the air, reaching (y/n)'s ears as she continued on her way.

However, as (y/n) passed by, the group of hormonal males couldn't contain their enthusiasm and decided to call out to her, their voices brimming with misplaced confidence.

"Hey Gorgeous, can I have your number?" the one with the undercut boldly asked, his voice laced with a hint of charm. "You're way too cute, you know. If you want, I can carry you to wherever you're going."

Caught off guard, (y/n) stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing as she turned to face the group. The weight of their words, dripping with shallow flattery and misguided advances, hung heavily in the air. Clicking her tongue in frustration, she chose to respond with an icy glare, silently conveying her disdain for their behavior.

With a dismissive huff, (y/n) continued on her way, leaving the group to sulk in the wake of their failed attempts at garnering her attention. Their fleeting hopes of a romantic encounter dissipated like morning mist, replaced instead by the realization that their words had fallen on deaf ears.

"Damn," the one who had called out to her whined, a tinge of disappointment evident in his voice. "Well, let's go, we have practice this morning! Two-on-two as usual! We've got to get ready for the Spring High prelims. Later, Cutie! Next time, I'm getting your number for sure!"

Jubilant cries echoed behind (y/n)'s figure as the hyperactive group of teens refocused their attention on their impending practice. Their boisterous energy filled the air, temporarily drowning out the earlier encounter as they excitedly discussed their strategies and goals for the upcoming tournament.

Unfazed by the commotion, (y/n) carried on, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, her voice laced with a touch of bitterness.

"This is why I despise going out. Stupid people," (y/n) grumbled, her frustration with the world outside her own bubble seeping through her words.

By 10 a.m., (y/n) found herself lying on the physiotherapy bed, groaning in sheer boredom as she waited for her appointment to come to an end. The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall served as a constant reminder of the passing time, teasing her with the promise of freedom.

The Saturday morning physiotherapy session followed its usual routine. It began with a soothing massage to loosen up tense muscles, followed by the application of ultrasound therapy. As the therapist diligently worked to alleviate (y/n)'s discomfort, she couldn't help but notice the peculiar sensation of needles pricking her ankle.

Curiosity mingled with a hint of dread as she realized her therapist had decided to incorporate acupuncture into her treatment. In a matter of moments, her ankle resembled a pincushion, adorned with tiny needles protruding from her skin. (Y/n) braced herself for the discomfort that accompanied this unfamiliar technique.

Lost in her own world of contemplation, she initially ignored the approaching voices that resonated from beyond her curtained enclosure. However, the jingling of the door alerted her to the presence of multiple individuals entering the clinic.

Sensing the arrival of new visitors, (y/n)'s physiotherapist excused himself momentarily to greet the group. Unbeknownst to her, a certain brunette had caught sight of her through the slightly ajar curtain and couldn't contain his excitement.

"(Y/n)-chan! Why are there needles in your beautiful skin!?" exclaimed the brunette, unable to contain his surprise.

'Oh no... not him,' (y/n) thought to herself, bracing for the inevitable.

In a matter of seconds, Oikawa engulfed (y/n) in an unexpected hug, causing her to flail in shock and inadvertently yelp in pain as the acupuncture needles shifted beneath her skin. Recognizing her discomfort, the setter quickly released her from his embrace, replacing it with gentle strokes to her hair in an attempt to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry, (y/n)-chan! Are you okay?" Oikawa apologized, concern etched across his face.

"Right now, I hate you," (y/n) deadpanned, her frustration evident in her tone.

Oikawa whined in response to her blunt remark, while her physiotherapist scolded the teenager for being reckless and potentially causing harm while she had needles in her ankle. Meanwhile, a few more heads poked into (y/n)'s room, revealing the familiar faces of the Aoba Johsai volleyball team.

Iwaizumi, initially on the verge of scolding Oikawa, diverted his attention to (y/n) instead, rushing over to ensure she wasn't in any lingering pain. Concern filled his eyes as he approached her side, his genuine care for her well-being evident.

"What are you guys doing here?" (y/n) questioned, her curiosity piqued by their unexpected presence.

"Well, our physiotherapist sent us here to collect some materials and restock," the ace of the team explained.

"You have your own physiotherapist!?" (y/n) exclaimed, astonished by their privileged access to specialized care.

The entire team nodded in response to her question, the realization of their privileged position casting a shadow of bitterness over (y/n)'s thoughts.

"Stupid elite schools," she grumbled under her breath, her frustration at the disparities in resources making its way to the surface.

With the realization that (y/n) was familiar with their teammates, the physiotherapist expanded the space by opening up her curtain, allowing the entire team to shuffle in. Oikawa, having recovered from his scolding, returned with a box of supplies in hand, a pout etched on his face as he noticed Iwaizumi sitting beside (y/n).

"No fair, Iwa-chan!" he whined, his voice tinged with faux disappointment. "If I can't be next to (y/n)-chan, then neither can you!"

"Shut it, Trashykawa," Iwaizumi retorted, a glare fixed upon the setter.

"Rude!" Oikawa pouted, his playfulness in full swing.

(Y/n) couldn't help but stifle a giggle at their banter, muttering a remark under her breath that caused the rest of the team to burst into laughter.

"How rude!" Oikawa playfully complained, adding to the jovial atmosphere.

Finally, as the acupuncture session came to an end, the therapist removed the needles from (y/n)'s skin and applied an ice pack to her ankle. While the therapist stepped away to collect the necessary materials for the team, Oikawa adamantly refused to leave (y/n)'s side, even going so far as to attempt climbing onto the bed with her. However, Iwaizumi swiftly intervened, sending Oikawa flying with a well-placed shove, his growl serving as a clear warning to the setter.

Grumbling under his breath, Oikawa settled for standing next to (y/n), his playful pout still intact. As they sat side by side, (y/n) took the opportunity to remove the ice pack from her ankle, preparing to re-wrap it with practiced ease. To her surprise, Iwaizumi's calloused hands gently descended upon hers, offering to assist in the process. A tinge of pink crept onto his cheeks as their eyes met, both of them momentarily lost in the connection.

The rest of the team grinned mischievously, taking delight in witnessing their ace's display of chivalry and the faint blush that adorned (y/n)'s face. Amidst the playful camaraderie, Matsukawa couldn't resist breaking the silence.

"So... anyone up for a dare? Who's going to make them kiss?" he whispered mischievously to his teammates.

Their suppressed snickers filled the air, while Iwaizumi nervously cleared his throat and attempted to ignore the knowing grins that adorned his friends' faces.