mother fox
pairing: inarizaki x reader tags: fluff
"you arrogant pig!" osamu's voice echoed across the court to grab the attention of his twin brother, who was now walking away from the commotion he caused.
BAM!
osamu's foot which was previously on the ground, is now latched onto atsumu's swollen face as they both tumbled to the floor. "it wouldn't kill you NOT to be a piece of shit every single day!" the setter grabbed osamu's collar, shaking him aggressively. suna, who had been a bystander to the scene—now has a phone in his hand, and is not-so-subtly documenting the entire fight.
the other inarizaki members watch from afar with concerned looks as aran runs towards the background. "hey, come on! this isn't a place to fight— kita and y/n both entrusted me to look after the team and i can't have—"
the ace's scoldings are left to fall on deaf ears—right before a shoe is accidentally thrown to his face.
"...this happening." he continues, pursing his lips together to form a thin line as the shoe slides off to the floor.
gin, who was mopping the floor a few seconds ago looked away to hide the growing smile on his face.
"NOT FUNNY GUYS! All of us are going to get in trouble here! I mean ALL! Are you not terrified!?" aran waved his arms around out of panic, in hopes of catching their attention—and yet, no one bothered to spare a glance at the poor ace.
however, all was not lost. the faint sound of footsteps could be heard right outside the gym door where a small crowd had formed.
it was deliberate. calculated, stable and controlled. most importantly—it was a terrifying calm and unique contrast to the chaotic atmosphere in inarizaki's volleyball gym.
the footsteps quietly approached aran with a small hand resting on his shoulder. "I'll handle this," you force a smile at him, before it immediately drops at the second you turn your face away.
"atsumu, osamu. what did we say before?"
a familiar voice was heard from behind them, your voice reverberating from the hall. the twins stopped mid punch, slowly turning their heads towards you—refusing to move an inch as a chill goes down their spine.
"w-we're sorry!" they shouted in unison.
"are you raising your voices at me?"
"no we—"
"you what? caused a racket and a headache for your seniors?"
they gulped, immediately positioning themselves knelt down with their heads pointed to the floor.
"how many times did i tell you not to cause a scene here!? we could be practicing like a normal team, but instead we're stuck with two second years acting like kids! what are you, middle school? elementary? fresh out of the womb!?"
from the corner of your eye, you could see suna holding back a laugh with his face tilted to the side and a very obvious phone that's still recording.
"suna you are not excused from this. i'm confiscating your phone during practice."
the brunette immediately turned his head towards you, his shoulders suddenly slumping forward.
kita who had been watching the scene from a distance along with aran could only hum in agreement. his brown fox like eyes carefully scanned the room as if to assess his next move.
aran lets out a low whistle under his breath before leaning against the wall beside kita.
"remind me to never get on her bad side." he mutters, looking away.
kita crosses his arms over his chest. “you say that as if you haven’t already.”
across the gym, suna clutches his phone protectively to his chest. “y/n-senpai, please. my camera roll is innocent.”
“innocent?” you repeat flatly. “you recorded half the argument.”
“for documentation purposes.”
“you were zooming in on their faces.”
“it adds emotional impact.”
you pinch the bridge of your nose.
“this,” you say slowly, “is exactly why we lose focus every practice.”
osamu raises a hand carefully. “to be fair, the only reason why we're arguing is because atsumu said i sucked at receiving.”
“because you do suck!”
“do not!”
“see?” you gesture between them dramatically. “this is what i mean!”
kita finally pushes himself off the wall, walking toward the center of the court. “okay, enough. recess is over.”
the gym quiets little by little.
aran spins a volleyball in one hand before pointing it toward the team. “you heard your captain! we’ve got a game in three days, everyone needs to focus!"
the team groans.
for a moment, the tension finally dissolves. sneakers squeak against polished flooring as everyone slowly returns to their positions.
suna carefully slips his phone into his pocket with a dramatic sigh. “the arts have been silenced today.”
you point at him immediately. “one more comment and you’re running laps.”
“yes, y/n-senpai.”
“ten laps.”
his jaw drops. “THAT WASN’T EVEN A COMMENT—”
maybe this team was a disaster.
but at least it was your disaster.
a/n: inarizaki brainrot
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