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ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ .  .  .

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ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ

"thank you for your acceptance!"

"oh no, it was a pleasure!" the [h/c] male gave a toothy grin, his hands waving in the air as a farewell towards the principal and his female assistant, which [M/n] noticed she was constantly trying to rub her legs with his. but failed after receiving a rather glacial yet vicious glare from the make. rejecting her offer of horrid flirting.

gently closing the door shut, the male let's out a heavy sigh. he didn't think getting a job as a coach was that easy, he didn't even have to go through all those fancy paperworks to get accepted. sometimes, his fraud bubbly personality has its perks and he's well aware of that.

placing his hands in his pockets, he walked around the corridors and hallways of the school he had applied for, it was cleaner than he imagined it to be. he atleast expected a few unused papers and dirty tissues laying on the ground. but so far, found none but sparkling floor tiles.

it was a monday morning, and his job officially starts once students come flooding in the high school whilst seeing the new unfamiliar advisor/coach of the volleyball team. but not like they knew what position he had.

yes, he does agree and admit on the fact it was way too soon considering he was just new and they already wanted him to start. but [M/n] had the statistics and application of a clear professional once they had seen his resume, so i guess that's partially the reason why they were so eager on placing him in the spotlight so suddenly.

making his way towards the gymnasium, he had spotted it earlier. so it wasn't a mystery on why he knew the directions and turns to take for him to make it over his destination.

once he had reached the doors, he briskly and carelessly slammed it open. a hand covering his mouth as he yawns, expecting no one to be inside in this early time.

"eh?" he mutters, spotting two males just right across him. a man that had dirty blonde hair, and the other having the darker color of black. crossed arms and a eyebrow raised towards [M/n] - who blinked a few times before sighing out loud, but he atleast forces a bright smile, waving his arms ecstatically in the air.

"[L/n] [M/n], a new coach." the dumbfounded looks in their faces was enough for him to understand the "problem". 2 coaches was enough for one team, but 3? He atleast could've applied for manager instead right..? But the [h/c] male had already been settled into the coach position, not like he can do anything about it.

nonetheless, the blonde sheepishly grinned. walking over to the [h/c] male to extend a hand as a greeting, "Mizoguchi Sadayuki, nice to meet you [L/n]." [M/n] nodded, glad to shake hands with the other make who extended his free hand over to the older man, who looked as if he was in his 50's or so.

"that over there is Irihata Nobuteru, he's our head coach. we're glad to have you here," Sadayuki smiled, a nod of acknowledgement as he swiftly glanced on the watch placed around his wrist, "Kunimi and the others will be here soon. im sure they would want you meet you." [M/n] does a quick eye closed soft smile, looking around the gymnasium he was in. he didn't expect a school's gym to be fair in its hygiene, his school when he was in high school was filthy compared to this one.

"i see. Kunimi is a volleyball player, is he not?" [M/n] questioned despite already knowing the answer beforehand, the dark yet unnoticeable circles underneath his eyes were the evident reason on how he knew. he had to comprehend on studying Oikawa's teammates along with family members just incase it was needed in this pursuit. no wonder he had sighed more than his fingers could count for today.

Sadayuki hummed in agreement, his head nodding towards the assumedly younger male. answering his question with no words needed to be said before the gym door burst open, which [M/n] reacted to a fighting stance out of instinct. but immediately pulled back after realising his own suspicious actions, clearing his throat afterwards.

a male with dark black hair that was somehow spiky, and a familiar brunette that was surrounded with squealing females.

[M/n]'s mouth agape, but slowly transitioned into a smirk. his eyes going a bit wide as his head tilts to the side, a hand placed on one of his hips as he never broke the stare he was visibly giving towards the volleyball player near the doorways, light bouncing off the top of his hair as the brunette smiles towards the crowd, earning a louder noise than before.

pulling out his phone, the [h/c] male excused himself from the sighing blonde coach, walking a few feet away from the sounds and noises, the light of the device was brought upon his face before he pressed a call dialler, scrolling through numerous contacts before finding the one needed.

'Calling "Dumbledore Wannabe"'

"Good morning Mr.L/n, any news I should be informed about?"

[M/n] hummed, looking over to the brunette who didn't seem to notice the pair of [E/c] orbs looking straight towards his, letting out a chuckle before once turning his back.

"target is locked."

target locked | oikawa tōru

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