Sawamura Daichi | One more

A bullet train rumbles on the tracks passengers are occasionally tossed as it turns making its way towards the predetermined destination. Apologies are muttered all the while the passengers shift accidentally bumping into another person barely heard above the noise coming from the train. No words are exchanged among the travelers due to the distraction of technology in their hands, funny how Einstein predicted this from an early age, “I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots."

It was rare to see a newspaper or book in someone’s hand these days. “Tochomae Station,” a smooth voice rings out. Gliding into the station the bullet train comes to a stop, everyone stands up moving around grabbing their bags waiting for the doors to open before charging out. Stepping out onto the platform, you shift the bag on your shoulder gripping it tight between your hands digging your hand into your pocket to check the time. Glancing around you hail a cab leaning over to tell the driver the location, nodding he sets off breaking the silence with various questions all of which you give short answers too.

Arriving outside of the building, you slip him some yen closing the door behind you muttering quick thanks before pressing onward. Slipping in-between the spectators hanging outside of the building, you lift your pass the security guard giving you admittance. Loud. Rowdy. Two of many words that would describe the noise coming from the arena amplifying with each step, “Ike, ike, ike, ike, ike, ike, Seijō,” the crowd yells clapping together those obnoxious noisemakers. Grimacing you saunter onto the gym floor whipping your head back and forth searching for the team, “[Name]-san!”

Raising your head, your lips twitch at the annoyed expression on Karasuno’s coaches’ face, “Finally! Where the hell have you been?” He barks out the team turns to see who he is yelling at, “Now, now Ukai-sama I was needed at Kaijō High,” you flap your hand at him slowly walk towards Ukai and the guys, your smirk growing with his impatience. Clutching the bag between your fists you look over to see Wakunan huddled together using the time out to break the momentum of the game, Karasuno in the lead. “Pineapple Head,” you blurt out staring at one of the players he flinches at the weird nickname his teammates laugh.

“Yeah well-”

“I’m here am I not?” you snap at him, “You know what to do,” Ukai sighs deciding that bickering with you isn’t worth it, “Yes, yes,” you wave him off smiling up at the third years, “Hi guys.”

“[Name]-chan glad that you’re here,” Sugawara and Azumane smile. “About time, weren’t sure if you were going to make it,” your boyfriend teases, “I’m always at your games Daichi,” Sawamura’s ears turn red, “They needed me at Kaijō, Ryōta’s leg is acting up,” you grimace, “That’s a long way from here,” Sugawara mutters his brown eyes wide.

“About an hour and a half by train not that bad. You’re doing great so far,” you jerk your thumb over your shoulder towards the scoreboard. “Congratulations on beating Date Tech, Kiyoko-san has been messaging me,” you answer their unspoken question shooting a pointed glare at Sawamura he flushes. “[Name]-senpai!” Two excited voices yell, wincing you step out of Tanaka’s and Nishinoya’s line of sight using Azumane as a shield, “Oi if you injure me I won’t be able to take care of you,” you snap. They pause, “Please take care of us,” they clap their hands together staring at you. Blushing, you scrunch your nose up, “Don’t get injured on purpose idiots,” you mumble pouting.

Hearing a whistle, everyone turns jogging back onto the court, Sawamura pausing before you an undecided expression on his face, “Yes?” Shifting on his feet, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before joining the others on the court. Face scarlet you make your way out into the hall towards the small medical ward to set up. “Yo ho [Name]~chan are you here to take care of me?” a cheerful voice calls out making you recoil, glancing over your shoulder you see Oikawa jogging towards you. Wearing a disgusted face you laugh as Iwaizumi smacks him on the back of the head, “Shut up, you’re too loud.”

“Iwa~chan you’re so mean,” he fake cries holding his head in pain, Iwaizumi lopes towards you his hands shoved into his pockets, “Yo [Name],” lifting your hand you wiggle your fingers in his direction. “Why does she say hi to you?” Oikawa whines, “I like him better,” you blurt out at the same time Iwaizumi says, “Because I’m not a dumbass,” Iwaizumi throws you a smirk you snicker making Oikawa frown. Striding into the room Oikawa follows Iwaizumi close behind to make sure he doesn’t bother you, “How come you don’t take care of me?” Oikawa pouts jumping up onto the therapy table to sit, “Because your Coach didn’t ask me too, I’m here for Karasuno. If another player happens to get hurt and I’m not doing anything I’ll help out.”

Digging through your bag you begin the process of setting up the supplies organizing bandages, antiseptic’s, wraps, various first aid kit materials. Rummaging through the cupboards, you block out Oikawa’s annoying voice double-checking to make sure you have everything. “Aren’t you supposed to be playing a game or something,” you mutter. Iwaizumi leans against the counter passing you various items, “Date Tech but we have an hour,” Iwaizumi chuckles at the irritable look on your face, “Oh joy.”

“[Name]~chan do you have any of those foam roller things I need to stretch can you help me?”  Oikawa hangs off the therapy table upside down. Grabbing a rubber band, you aim it between his eyebrows grinning as it makes contact, Oikawa falls to the ground, “Moron you know how to stretch.” Iwaizumi picks up your bag the two of you return to watch the game leaving Oikawa behind. “Thanks, Hajime,” he lifts a hand ruffling your hair, “No problem.”

“If you’re still playing when Karasuno’s game ends I’ll come watch,” Iwaizumi nods dragging Oikawa behind him. Skipping towards the small medical area set up in front of the spectator’s box specialized for minor injuries bruises, cuts, and sprained fingers you drop your bag onto the ground. Pulling out therapy bands, you look around to see if there is a foam roller, “Here,” Takeda holds it out for you. “Thanks, Takeda-senpai,” he smiles, “No thank you for coming.”

Opening the cooler you nod satisfied to see it packed to the brim with ice another cooler filled with electrolyte-filled drinks. Lining up the bottles of anti-drowsy painkillers, you hop up on the bench to watch the game. Leaning over you check to see if there is an AED and emergency oxygen tank sighing with frustration at their absence. “Takeda-sensei I’ll be back they’re missing the AED and emergency oxygen tank again,” he nods waving you off.

Jogging out of the gym you bump into a solid chest, “[Name]-chan Iwa~chan gave me a bloody nose,” Oikawa points to his face your lips twitch at the damage. “Are you dizzy?” you question Oikawa pauses shaking his head no, “Is it currently bleeding?”  Oikawa again shakes his head no, “Is it broken?” Oikawa replies no.

“You will live,” you pat his bicep running towards the medical bay flipping through the cupboards looking for an extra AED and emergency oxygen tank. “But it hurts,” he whines. Counting to three in your head you toss an ice pack and pain medicine towards him, “Take these and apply that to your nose,” he beams. “Thanks [Name]~chan you’re a great nurse.”

Gagging you exhale at the sight of the extra medical devices pulling them out squeaking when you see how close he is, “Oikawa move,” you snap. He leans down his face expectant ducking around Oikawa, you frown as he slides in front of you. “Kiss it better?” Oikawa questions, eyebrow ticking you haul your leg back drilling him in the stomach kicking him out of the room Oikawa flies across the hall his body colliding with the wall. “What part of no don’t you understand shithead,” you bark out your face livid. Iwaizumi shakes his head kicking Oikawa’s foot, “Dumbass I told you to leave her alone.”

“Sorry [Name],” Iwaizumi apologizes, “Not your fault this moron can’t take a hint,” you huff with frustration stepping around him. Hearing bickering from behind, you march towards the gym determined to get away from Oikawa trying not to violently throw the medical equipment down. “You okay?” Takeda questions, nodding you lean against the table. “[Name]-san can you grab something for me,” rolling your eyes you cluck your tongue against your teeth as Ukai sends you on another errand.

Poking your head into the hall you glance around to make sure Oikawa isn’t there, sighing with relief when you don’t see him. Rushing towards the infirmary, you flinch at the sound of approaching footsteps from behind Sawamura is rushed towards you his face bruised. “What happened?”

“He collided with Tanaka trying to receive a volleyball,” frowning, you guide Sawamura into the infirmary gesturing for him to sit on a therapy table. Digging through the small fridge you put together an ice pack handing it to him to put on his face. “I trust that you have it [Name]-san?” Ukai questions, “Hai,” you respond pouring a cup of water and grabbing some pills. Wetting a paper towel you wipe the blood off his face, nodding Ukai leaves you alone, “Swish and spit,” you gesture for Sawamura to do so holding the cup, “[Name] you don’t have-”

“I swear to god if you don’t humor me Daichi I will tell him that you can’t play,” you threaten receiving a sigh, swishing the water he spits it back into the cup handing it to you taking the pain medicine, “Don’t worry non-drowsy.”  Pulling on some gloves you indicate for him to open his mouth shining a light inside it using a tongue depressor to push the muscle down, “No other teeth are chipped,” you murmur tossing the glove in the trash. Turning the flashlight on you shine it into his eyes to make sure they dilate properly, “How are you feeling? Do you feel dizzy? A headache wouldn’t be a surprise you collided with Tanaka,” you murmur to yourself. “Jaw hurts, no, and no just sore,” his brown eyes watch your face taking in your furrowed brows, pouting lips, and serious expression.

“Keep your head still for me, look upper left, upper right, lower left, and lower right. Good now follow my finger,” Sawamura does it effortlessly. “Repeat the numbers backwards to me nine, three, twelve,” you lift the ice pack back to his cheek pressing his hand on it.

“Twelve, three, and nine,” his hand itches to reach out to you to smooth the line between your eyes, “Six, four, and ten.”

“Ten, four, and six,” striding away you grab a foam pad dropping it onto the floor, reaching forward you untie his volleyball shoes setting them to the side pulling off his socks, “Up,” Sawamura slides off the table towering over you, taking the ice pack from him you drop it onto the table. Tugging him by his hand, you have Sawamura’s back facing the door, “Hands on hips eyes closed feet together. Twenty-second intervals and go,” staring down at his feet you watch him for twenty-seconds to check for error. “Good now stand on one foot,” his lips quirk up everything going good so far. “Tight-rope stance,” going through various poses you grin glancing up, “Hi Kiyoko-san,” you greet. 

“How is he?” She questions quietly stepping into the room, kicking the foam pad forward you gesture for him to stand on it. “Same thing Daichi hands on hips eyes closed feet together.” Shimizu presses her back against the wall observing him. “Mhm good so far, lift right leg close eyes,” finishing the test you indicate for him to take a seat Sawamura puts his socks and shoes back on. “No broken teeth just lost one tooth, bruising to his jaw nothing is broken, no concussion, gave him medicine for the pain non-drowsy. Daichi should be able to play just needs to rest for a bit drink some electrolytes and continue applying ice. I’ll ask Ukai-sama if he wants Daichi to watch from the bench or not,” Shimizu bows slightly, “I’ll ask him, thank you [Name]-senpai,” flushing you raise your hands embarrassed Sawamura looks on amused, “Ah it’s fine. No need to thank me anyone could easily have done it and don’t call me that that’s weird,” Shimizu shakes her head. “Anyone could have done it yes but probably not have taken the time to do it or the care.”

Scrunching your nose you lift a hand to scratch at your cheek, “I’ll inform Ukai-senpai and Takeda-senpai.” Inclining your head you and Sawamura watch her leave the door closing behind her, “That’s so awkward,” you mumble your cheeks reddening his hands slip around your waist. “Mhm she is right though it’s nice having our own personal athletic trainer,” Sawamura trails his lips down your neck smirking as you shudder. Smiling softly you tilt your head to the side leaning your head back against his shoulder enjoying the moment, “Not to mention my nurse is pretty hot,” Sawamura murmurs into your neck. Snorting you roll your eyes, turning in his embrace you stare up at him. “I think you hit your head too hard,” You whisper.

Chuckling Sawamura wraps his arms around your waist tugging you close his lower back resting on the therapy table you stand between his legs. Leaning down Sawamura nuzzles his nose against yours smirking when your cheeks tinge pink, raising your hand you run it along his cheek frowning at the sight of a pained expression crossing his face. Reaching around him, you press the ice pack against it giggling as Sawamura scrunches his nose, “That’s cold.”

“Ice is generally cold Daichi,” exhaling with exasperation Sawamura bends down, “Smartass,” he mumbles against your mouth, smirking, you return the quick peck. “Let’s wait until your mouth heals I don’t fancy bloody kisses,” a disgusted expression crosses your face pouting he nods. Chuckling you push up on your toes angling your head to the side sliding your tongue along his lower lip Sawamura’s hands tighten around your waist. “[Name],” he warns his voice husky, “Dai-kun,” you mock attempting to make your voice low.

Hearing footsteps you pull out of his embrace your lips twitching at the sight of Sawamura’s pout, Shimizu strides through the door, “Ukai-senpai wants Sawamura-kun to rest a bit back here,” you nod understanding where he is coming from not wanting Tanaka to feel responsible or distracting the team. “Got it, does he need anything else?” She shakes her head no, “What’s the score?”

“We won the first set,” Shimizu glances behind you at Sawamura, “Oh good, Daichi lie back on the table and keep that ice on your cheek,” you point at Sawamura he sighs knowing what you’re doing. Following Shimizu out into the hall, you both put quite the distance between yourselves and the infirmary not wanting Sawamura to overhear, “Second set eighteen to fourteen Wakunan in the lead.” Grimacing you sigh, “Thanks Kiyoko,” she nods.

Jogging back towards the room you hop onto the therapy table threading your fingers with Sawamura staring down at his sullen face. Lifting your hand you push his hair back off his forehead, “No worries we will win have faith in your team,” you smile down at him. Kicking out your legs, you stare around the room flinching as your phone buzzes pulling it out you scowl.

[Shithead]: [Name]~chan are you going to watch me play?

Grumbling you fire back a reply, Sawamura watches as your face sours curiosity flooding his features.

[Name]: Focus on your game.

 “Who is that?” You tilt the screen so he can see his brows furrow at the name, “Oikawa,” you state he chuckles.

[Shithead]: So is that a yes or no?

You lie down next to Sawamura tilting the screen so he can read the messages, “Persistent little shit,” you mumble. Tilting his head Sawamura presses a kiss to your temple smiling immediately upon seeing your lips quirk up.

[Iwaizumi Hajime]: Is Sawamura okay?

[Name]: Yes, he is doing better thankfully no concussion just resting now. Thanks for asking.

[Iwaizumi Hajime]: Glad to hear that.

[Shithead]: [Name]-chan why are you responding to Iwa~chan’s text and not mine?

Stretching out his hand Sawamura steals your phone tilting your chin towards him he presses his lips against yours. Sighing you moan just after he bites your lower lip tugging, threading your fingers through his hair you jerk just as a flash lights up behind your eyelids. Pulling back, you glance at Sawamura to see a smug smile on his face. Furrowing your brows, you watch as he types something into your phone before handing it back to you. “What did you do?” He chuckles pressing another kiss to your lips, “You’ll see.”

Immediately your phone dings several times, sliding your thumb across your screen your brows furrow at Oikawa’s confusing messages before you scroll up to see a picture of you and Sawamura in a heated lip lock your face flushes red.

[Shithead]: Eh? [Name]-chan since when are you dating him?

[Shithead]: Why didn’t you tell me?

[Shithead]: I bet he sent that, Sawamura you jerk!

[Shithead]: Does that mean you’re not going to come watch me play?

[Shithead]: Answer me [Name]-chan!

Groaning you bury your face into Sawamura’s chest, “Now look what’ve you done,” he laughs. Pulling up your earlier messages to Iwaizumi, you shoot him a new one.  

[Name]: Shithead is on his cellphone.

Phone buzzing you glance down at the caller I.D scowling, “What?”

“[Name]-chan you’re so mean! Tell Sawamura that he is a jerk, why did you tell Iwa~chan that I’m on my phone he won’t stop hitting-gah-”

Wrestling is heard followed by a cry of pain before a gruff voice comes on, “Thanks [Name].”

“You’re welcome Hajime,” you chirp Iwaizumi hangs up, “Idiot,” you mutter. Fingers trail down your spine slipping underneath your shirt to trace shapeless figures on your skin. Stealing your phone Sawamura turns it off tossing it to the side reaching down with his other hand he pulls you on top of him, “Daichi what if someone comes in?” You whisper biting your lower lip, Sawamura smirks tracing his fingers along your jawline tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear shrugging, “So?”

Rolling your eyes you rest your chin on his chest taking in his handsome face a smile plastered on it as he stares adoringly at you, grabbing the ice pack you press it against his cheek. “You need to rest.”

“Did you know that kissing helps to relieve pain particularly from headaches,” he murmurs tugging you further up his chest, “Oh really,” you play along. “Uh huh,” Sawamura presses his lips against your nose smiling immediately upon your eyes flutter shut, “May I ask where you got this information?” Chuckling Sawamura nudges his nose against yours his eyes softening as you open your eyes, “This really attractive athletic trainer told me,” snorting you roll your eyes. “You’re so full of shit,” he laughs. “No it’s true, kissing helps dilate your blood vessels which lowers your blood pressure,” Sawamura continues on reciting the same words you used on him to get him to kiss you when you were on your period trying to distract yourself from the pain.

Humming you lean up removing the ice pack from his check poking at his bruise, “She sounds pretty smart,” you murmur continuing your inspection, “She is brilliant,” Sawamura tilts his head so you can look at the side of his face. “Is that so?” He nods, “Kind, caring, responsible, the most gorgeous girl I have ever met,” lowering your gaze you stare into his brown eyes a soft smile on your face. “She sounds awesome,” he beams, “She is amazing I think you would like her.” Applying the ice pack you rest your elbow on his chest cupping your chin, “Hmm is she single?” Sawamura shakes his head no, “She is dating someone.”

“Ah that’s too bad,” you murmur trailing your fingertips along his jaw your lips quirking up when his Adam’s apple bobs, he narrows his eyes, “Why?”  You shrug, “I know this really hot guy I want to introduce her to,” Sawamura frowns tightening his grip on you, “Who?”

“Well he is a third year, extremely intelligent, responsible, a great leader,” Sawamura studies your expression as you talk his eyes sliding down the slope of your nose watching your pink lips part with each word, “He is a Captain, he has dark brown hair and eyes. He is patient and understanding unless you piss him off,” you furrow your brows seriously trailing your finger along the side of his face. “He is handsome when he smiles,” Sawamura leans into your hand.

“Do I know him?” He questions quietly, “Mhm, yeah he is the Captain of Seijō-” you let out a squeal immediately after Sawamura flips you over pinning you to the therapy bed a scowl on his face. “You’re a brat,” he mumbles into your neck squirming you laugh. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it,” sighing Sawamura adjust his weight on you. Threading your fingers in his hair, you gently massage his scalp smiling as he relaxes against you. “He is Captain of this amazing team known as the ‘Flightless Crows,’ shitty name if you ask me. Should be ‘Kickass Crows,” Sawamura snorts into your neck chuckling, “Want to know something else?” Sawamura hums pressing kisses along your skin, “I’m in love with him.”

Pulling his head back Sawamura stares at you his heart melting at the adoration in your eyes, “Sounds like a lucky guy,” he whispers his brown eyes staring at you lovingly. “Mhm no, I’d say I’m the lucky one.” Sawamura bumps his nose with yours leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Cupping your face, he deepens the kiss letting out a groan when you bite his lip tugging. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull Sawamura closer shifting your weight his hand shoots down to steady your hips, “[Name],” he mutters with a husky tone. “Hmm?” You hum busying yourself with peppering kisses all over his face occasionally returning to his neck flicking your tongue across his swollen lips.

Threading his fingers through your hair Sawamura captures your lips in a heated kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth making you moan with delight. Smirking against your lips he slows the pace down sighing as you trace your fingers down his spine, “Well looks like you’re feeling better,” you and Sawamura jerk apart flushing a brilliant red when you see Nishinoya cackling a smirk on his face. Scowling Sawamura rolls off you standing by your side, pushing up on your elbows you stare at him unfazed at the disruption, “I’m assuming you won,” you state.

“Yes! The final score was twenty-five to twenty-three,” hopping off the table you high five Nishinoya, “Nice!” He grins, “Thanks for taking care of our Captain,” Nishinoya winks. You step to the side as an ice pack goes flying by your head Nishinoya dodges it running down the hall laughing.

“Come on,” you thread your fingers with his tugging him out the door squealing as he yanks you against his chest, “One more for now,” Sawamura murmurs capturing your lips. Relaxing against him you pout immediately upon Sawamura pulling back from the kiss, chuckling he drags you behind him, “There will be more,” he reassures grinning at your blush, “Better be.”