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OIKAWA JOGGED EXCITEDLY out of practice, taking the shortest path he knew to the stadium. The hot summer night was as still as calm water, making the weather even warmer than usual. He listened to his rhythmic panting as he ran down the sidewalk, the wind blowing directly in his face.
Of course, the ONE day I have something to do, practice goes on for an extra thirty minutes! Y/n is totally gonna kill me! So much for being a great coach!
He arrived to the stadium, jogging to the back door. He swung it open, running through the corridor and up the stairs to the arena.
Oikawa swung the double doors open, to see y/n standing by the gate of the rink. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a maroon long sleeved shirt, her hair tied into a high ponytail. She had taken off both of her skates so she could relax her feet for a bit.
"Sorry for being late! Some coach I am, huh?!" Oikawa shouted, skipping down the steps to y/n.
She jumped at the familiar voice, rage filling her chest. She turned to him angrily, her pupils dialating with hate. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Oikawa slowed down as he caught up to her, raising his eyebrow. "What do you mean? I'm here to coach you!"
