When you play for the girls' volleyball team>>>>>
Just a little list of headcannons for things that've defintely happened in the Haikyuu-verse.
“Okay, you-Gosh, Lev, you’re so close, just-“ You hissed under your breath in frustration as yet again Nekoma's freakishly-tall-half-russian proved that just because your characteristics match with a certain sport does NOT mean you should play it.
“Okay- if you just- No- Lev.” You said trying to adjust his elbows. Your prided yourself on being a great libero- which is why you were so surprised when Yaku said he needed a volleyball favor. (Not to mention that Yaku's skills as a libero had you both in awe, and feeling a ridiculous urge to be a better libero)
However, it made a little more sense as you cringed at Lev's form with receives. You mentally ran through all the tricks that you'd taught your teammates to help them remember. It'd become muscle memory for them so quickly but, Lev was... built different. In every sense of the word. You demonstrated how he was supposed to be bending his legs, pinching the bridge of your nose as you watched him try to receive a ball Kuroo spiked in.
It would've been a great receive-! Had he not moved his arms up to catch the ball. You gave Yaku a helpless glance, before taking a deep breath, biting back your annoyance, instead choosing to help the first year adjust his stance.
Yaku shook his head, feeling almost bad for calling in the favor you owed him. No favor could ever really equate to trying to work with Lev in his eyes. He went to go fill up the water bottles, wondering if maybe after this would be a good time to ask you out. It might make up for the extra time you'd spent trying to help Lev. But as he walked back, water bottles filled (With one extra for you) it was clear to him that maybe now wasn't the time.
Turns out even the most patient person can be made into the opposite when trying to train "Nekoma's new ace."
Oh how you hated Thursdays.
“Y’know, maybe you’d be better as a Libero.” A twinge of annoyance filed into your ears as you flubbed another serve. You couldn't help but glare up at tall, dark and irritating as you set yourself up to serve again. "Your serves are... well... they could be better."
Joint practices were supposed to help improve both the boys and girls teams. Statistically, they did their job, but...
"Shut it, Matsu." You grumbled, slamming the ball into the ground to shake off the nerves. You tossed the ball into the air, and right before your hand connected with the ball he muttered:
"All I'm saying is, aren't you supposed to be like... the Oikawa of the girl's team?" and you turned, the ball bouncing right off your head. You blinked in surprise, before feeling the fury bubble up in your throat.
"Do you ever stop talking?" You hissed, grabbing a ball from the ground, as Matsukawa Issei (Also known as the bane of your existence- or at the very least, of your volleyball improvement) snorted at your annoyance. "Why are you laughing? It's a genuine question!" You shouted, pressing the volleyball to your stomach.
"Because I'm helping make you a better player." He said, with the same self-assuredness that normal people use when saying the sky is blue. You stared, trying hard to both process what this tall gnat had just said to you, and trying to manage the insurmountable amounts of self-control you needed to keep yourself from throwing the ball. At his head. With full speed.
"I-HOW IS YOU MOCKING ME HELPING ME BECOME A BETTER PLAYER?!?!?!?!" You raged. The entire gym went quiet, and I looked around, a sheepish grin spreading across my face. "Sorry. Please, continue." You said, tip-toe-ing over to the bench to grab my water bottle, embarrassment flaring hot behind your cheeks. You really needed to work on not yelling at Matsukawa. Get it together. He's obviously doing it for a reaction. Just don't give it to him.
"You can hit your jump serves now." He stated. I looked up, only to meet his dark eyes.
"What?" You asked, as calmly as you could possibly manage.
"You couldn't hit your jump serves until the joint practices started happening." He said, before taking a sip of water and setting his water bottle down next to you on the bench. You blinked in surprise. You didn't expect for him to be paying so much attention, but he wasn't wrong. A few months ago, you hadn't been able to hit most jump serves.
You pondered, fiddling with your water thought, watching him talk to some of his teammates befoer looking down at my shoes, and taking a deep breath.
Thursdays had to be the worst for you. For Matsukawa though? They were the best day of the week. Seeing you irritated by something he said had to be the best feeling the world.
Osamu hated joint practice days because of the extra socialization. He liked volleyball, he liked winning. What he didn’t understand was how the girls’ team would help them improve.
That is, until he met you. You were horrible at the game. And you tried to improve. You really did. But you couldn’t block to save your life(“My fingers are GOING to break.” You said, eyes wide as you watched the other girls practice.) Being a libero was perfect for someone your height, but the thought of diving like that? Terrifying! Your serves were abysmal, and honestly, most people who watched you “play” wondered how you stayed in the club. And for awhile, Osamu didn’t see why you were still in it either. You didn’t score any points in practice, and you beyond belief. tjoint practices he watched closer.
“Hey, Himari! If you don’t mind, I have a suggestion?” You asked the third year, tilted your head as you watched her reaction to the net. She sighed. Osamu watched, curious. You weren’t gonna give her advice, were you?
“i think you’re getting in your head a little bit. Do you maybe want to talk? About what it is that seems to bother you about getting too close?” You asked. At first, Osamu stared. He’d never seen anyone with… well… with guts like yours.
Tsumu swaggered over, leaning on Samu’s shoulder. Oh, is she why you scored so low on that test you were studyin’ so hard for?” He asked, smirking as he eyed you.
“Shut it tsumu. That was just- i wasn’t at my best… that day.” The day after a joint practice day. But Tsumu didn’t need to know that. For now, he’d keep his own little secret.