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Soulmate AU: At particular times (Once a year/ certain age/ hours/ or randomly) soulmates swap bodies for some time. (Specifics vary from story to story but I love this au wholeheartedly)
You guys wanted a part two and I forgot. Manga spoilers ahead.
Word Count: 2K
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It was loud in the gym. The Black Jackals were split into two teams in the centre court of their official gym. Coaches Foster and Sato were at the side of the court. Foster stood atop the metal platform attached to the nets pole, whistle in mouth, ready to make calls for the scrimmage. Sato held a pen and binder, taking notes as he wandered along the sides of the court listening whenever Headcoach Foster had something to add from his higher viewpoint.
A point went to the B team and the blue and yellow ball rolled under the net. It weaved between the various players' feet, to Atsumu who was waving in a silent request. Scooping the ball into his arms and making his way to the backline. He turned around, twisting the ball in his hands for a moment, before becoming still. The team waited for a moment, expecting him to start his ritualistic steps in preparation for one of his jump serves.
"Tsum-Tsum, if you don't serve the ball goes to the other team."
"I know, but I can't!"
The player's head tilted and shoulders slumped forward. "What do you mean you can't? You're a volleyball player."
Atsumu glared at the freshly snow bleached player, "Damn it, Koutarou. I don't know how to serve. How do you expect me to do anything?"
The wing spiker wore a blank look, eyes unfocused as he stared past the blond's head at the gym's white wall. His eyebrows and jaw began to push in opposite directions. Flopping his head over his shoulder he waved over to the team's coach, who looked a bit more than peeved that the practice match wasn't progressing.
"Hey, coach! (Y/N)'s here!"
Still holding the ball you sent the older man a meek wave. His head drooped. After taking a quick look at the binder in his assistant's arm he called over you and one of the players on the other side of the net. Once both of you got to Foster's side he yelled at the team to keep playing. You quickly tossed the ball to Koutarou.
"Okay, Sakusa. For now, until the end of practice, you're going to join coach Sato and teach (L/N) how to play. Luckily due to Miya's muscle memory, it'll hopefully be easier than teaching an absolute amateur. So get to it."
Foster silently asked Sato for his binder and pen to continue notes as he was gone. The younger coach handed it over with no complaints and set forward in the direction of one of the other courts in the large room. Kiyoomi gave you a nod. You watched as the dark-haired player bent his wrists so his fingers touched the bruised inside of his arm. They cracked, making you wince. Looking away from the flexible joints of Atsumu's teammate, you gave a final look towards the other players before following the silent man and coach to begin your individual practice.
