haikyuu oneshots

practice | daichi sawamura

the whistle blows. your home practice match against aoba johsai's girls team is a loss, again.

your hands run up and back down your face, deeply breathing in and out.

it's frustrating, even though it isn't an official game. spending so much time strengthening your skills, just for it all to fall back onto you. it sucks even more as a third year.

"hey, you all played great!" your captain, michimiya, exclaims in an effort to console the team. "we'll get them next time!"

the karasuno third and second years cheer the few of you on from the stands, regardless of the game status.

you make your way off the court after thanking the other team, grabbing your bag from beside the wall, taking quick steps out of the gymnasium without saying another word.

"y/n, wait up!" your boyfriends voice sounds from a few feet behind you.

you continue to the front of the school, trotting down the sidewalk.

"hey—" daichi puts his hand on your shoulder once he catches up to you, but you shrug it off, continuing to your house in fast paced steps.

"y/n, talk to me." daichi says while you rummage in your bag for your keys, "you did good."

you ignore him, opening the front door.

the house is dead silent, both of your parents at work.

you go into your room and set your bag down, while daichi turns down the hallway to go to the bathroom instead.

sitting at your desk, your leg bounces up and down with your head rested in your hand. you can't comprehend how the seijoh girls won again.

you grab a notepad of tips made by michimiya and aihara, trying to figure out where your plays went wrong.

after hearing the shower run for a bit, you meet daichi in the bathroom.

he's wearing only black briefs, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

showering with him has always been the easiest way to soothe your nerves.

you undress, out of your uniform but keeping your underwear and bra on.

"c'mere, love."

you step into the shower with your chest facing daichi's, the warm water hitting your back.

"you played so well, you know?" he reaches behind you, detaching the shower-head from its holder. you let your head fall against his chest, the sparse hairs tickling your cheek while you put your arms around his waist.

he runs the water down your hair, "that second to last point shouldn't have counted, i saw it touch the net a little."

you stay silent, shutting your eyes as water trickles down your face.

"i know you feel let down, and like you messed up, but you did amazing today.. and you'll do amazing at the interhigh. we both will."

daichi kisses your head. "do you wanna finish up?"

you nod, picking your head up and taking the shower-head from him. daichi takes a towel from the shelf, patting himself dry before wrapping it around his torso, leaving the bathroom.

you take off your undergarments, sudsing soap all around your body to wash off the sweat gained from the match.

once clean, you shut off the water and grab a towel to wrap around your body, using another to quickly dry your hair.

back in your room, daichi's sitting on one side of your bed, scrolling on his phone. "feeling better?"

you hum, changing into clothes comfier than your uniform before getting into bed, under the covers. "i'm gonna take a nap."

he gently rubs your knee through the blanket. "i'll be here when you wake up."

you relax into the comforter, letting the rest of your worries about how you played drift away.