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*if you skipped the prologue, y/n is a POC, specifically INDONESIAN. pls don't comment on how her appearance doesn't match yours, i'm trying to represent as many races, nationalities, and ethnicities as i can! imagine her as something else if it bothers you!*
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"A SUNDAY HOCKEY GAME. Talk about a waste of time." Oikawa pouted as he followed behind Iwaizumi to their seats. His soft brown eyes gazed to the court below, the shimmering icy surface gleaming under the lights.
The atmosphere was cold and prickly, making Oikawa shiver. Hockey players practiced on the ice, the sound of their sticks hitting pucks. They shouted at one another, talking strategy and game moves, smashing the base of their weapons into the flat black disk around the slippery court.
More and more people started to fill the neighborhood stadium, scattering around the arena. Teenage girls ran down the steps to take seats near the glass, cheering and watching their boyfriends compete.
"Shut up, Oikawa. Maki's playing and I told him we'd come support. So quit complaining." Iwaizumi seethed.
Oikawa groaned, slouching in the blue cushioned chair next to him. "I could be practicing for my own sport!"
