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"ARE YOU SURE?"

L/N asked in concern. Did Iwaizumi know what he was getting himself into? She was a baby in knowledge about a sport like volleyball; she had only ever played with some of her cousins at the beach when she was young. While he was playing it intensely with other people who also played it intensely. 

Her main concern wasn't if she wasn't able to keep up, but rather if she would make him frustrated or even worse,, disappointed.

"You'll be good, trust me." His boyish grin almost instantly melted all her worries away, and she feels like melting into a puddle on the floor.

"Ah... okay... if you say so... Iwaizumi-san..." She said slowly, looking to the floor. "So... what do we start with?"

He picked up a volleyball, tossing it up and down a few times to determine if it was okay. Once he was satisfied with the quality, he held onto it tightly. "How about we start with serves? Those are a starter sort of thing."

Iwaizumi handed her the ball gently, then jogged over to the other side of the court behind the net. He called out to her, "Just hit the ball with your hands connected like this."

He emphasises his hand gesture, showing her how to do it properly. L/N nodded and sucked in a breath, "Okay, I'm going to do it."

She throws up the ball slowly, moving to connect her hands, but she was too slow, as the ball hit the floor as soon as she got into the right position. 

Her face flushed up, bending down to pick up the ball as Iwaizumi let out a small chuckle, walking up to the net. "It's okay, don't worry. You'll get the hang of it, don't worry."

He walks back, resting his hands on his thighs. "Try again."

She nodded, sucking in a deep breath. "O...okay. I'll do it." She tossed up the ball a bit higher this time, connecting her hands quickly enough this time, but ended up missing the ball entirely. Once again, her cheeks flushed pink and she quickly picked up the ball, not daring to look at him.

Iwaizumi ducked beneath the net and walked over to L/N, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling as comforting as he could. "Don't get too upset over this, it's okay. Don't worry. Here, I'll show you the right hand movement..."

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The rest of the Aoba Johsai volleyball team was watching (unnoticed) from the sidelines. Oikawa looked down at the two high schoolers and wipes an imaginary tear from his eye. "This is so sappy! I can't watch!"

"Then don't." Matsukawa retorted, smirking smugly.

"Dude... I seriously can't stand this." Hanamaki folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. "It's actually insulting. Iwaizumi's usually so rough and strict with us... but as soon as it comes to L/N, he becomes an all-forgiving teacher."

"Can't blame him," Yahaba said, leaning forward and wallowing in his pity. "If a cute girl asked me to teach her how to play, I would totally be soft on her too... Iwaizumi's just like the rest of us."

"But look at them!" Oikawa pointed at both Iwaizumi and L/N, who were now even closer than before. Iwaizumi seemed to be teaching her how to set, his hands guiding her wrists and placing his thumbs over her hands.

"He went for a hands-on approach..." Kindaichi exclaimed in shock, gripping the rail of the stands. "What a smart move... I guess even somebody like Iwaizumi-san can fall victim to his desires...."

"You guys are acting as if they're making out in front of us," Kunimi said with a blank expression and an even more dead tone. "It's not even that bad."

"Watch, my dear junior!" Oikawa says in an 'all mighty' tone, shutting his eyes and placing a hand on his chest nobly. "I bet they will! By the end of this, they'll finally stop being such dweebs and finally kiss!"

Iwaizumi placed his hands atop hers and guided her hand up. He shot her a warm smile, to which she returned a shy one. He then picked up the ball again, and threw it at her, which she ended up hitting with one of her hands (which moved away and swatted the ball in a panic). She apologised as the ball rolled away, and bumped into the wall, to which Iwaizumi only smiled and pat her hair gently, presumably telling her not to worry.

"Guys, guys... I can read lips." All attention was on Matsukawa suddenly, as he leaned down and squinted his eyes at the two and mouthed something. "Okay... he said... "It's okay, I'll always make time for you. I've practised enough for this week, anyways." "

Oikawa gasped, eyes narrowing at the two and placed his hands on his hips. "Unbelievable! And to think he's the one always telling me I'm not training enough!"

Makki, completely ignoring Oikawa, scrunched his face up, "he's so nice to her that it's actually paining me. The last time I hit the ball with one hand and smacked it away he hit me just as hard."

"Iwaizumi-san gets really mad if I accidentally move away from the ball." Kindaichi sighed, face falling into his hands. "It's kind of scary to see him like this... he's almost being too nice."

"It's totally out of character for him!" Oikawa agreed, a pout forming on his face. "Aaah... if only L/N could be around all the time... maybe we would get a glimpse of the nice and kind Iwa-chan every day..."

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared over his head. A sly smirk formed on his face, and he chuckled. "Ah...! L/N.... hm..."

"Don't you dare..." Matsukawa raised an eyebrow.

"You evil little man." Makki sighed and looked away.

"HEY!"

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Iwaizumi looked at L/N from across the net, a smile formed on his lips as he nodded. "Alright, go for it!"

With a wide grin, she nodded back and threw the ball up in the air, then clamped her hand together and hit the ball right in the middle, sending it over the net and it falling in the 'out' zone, but it didn't even matter, because she had finally gotten it over the net.

Iwaizumi quickly rushed over, ducking under the net and hugging her, picking her up under her thighs as she laughed in joy. He held her up, both grinning at each other. "You did it!"

"I did it!" She repeated, giggles escaping her lips as he looked up and sent her a proud look. Cheeks flushed up, and lips slightly parted, his eyes looked down to her happy smile.

L/N looked at him and he let go of her legs so she could stand back on the floor. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, and he rested his head next to hers. "Thank you so much, Iwaizumi-san! I really appreciate this!"

"Anytime," he said, uncharacteristically softly, hands residing in the small of her back. His eyes opened, and the only thing he could see when he looked up, were his idiots of teammates, phones pulled out and cooing noises.

His eyes twitched, and his grip tightened unconsciously, which earned a small noise of surprise from her. She pulled away from the hug, (to which he almost regretted doing that because that was one of the first times they had ever been that intimate) looking at him, confused. She was facing away from them, so she couldn't have been able to see. "Iwaizumi-san? Is everything okay?"

"Y...yeah. Everything's just great." He gave you a softer smile before his face hardened and he sent a deathly glare to his teammates. 

It was shocking how fast his expression could change when he looked from you to others.

"Ah... okay. Uh..." L/N's cheeks flushed once again, as feet shuffled across the floor. "If you're willing... do you think you could continue teaching me...?"

His heart picked up its' pace, and he nodded wordlessly, afraid that if he spoke, his voice would fail him. She gave him a stunningly happy smile in return, and he couldn't think of any other compensation he'd rather have. 

L/N quickly ran off to grab the volleyballs that had fallen from her multiple attempts at serving. Looking at her running around, Iwaizumi couldn't help how his hands itched to rest back on her once more, because they had begun to feel strangely empty without the presence of you within them.