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Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been swamping myself with uni work and work work to keep myself afloat LOL

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Trying to update as quick as I can... OOPS!

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Part 5. Maybe He's Not Too Bad

There used to be a time when seeing my name pop up every so often on my timeline was exciting. A new story after every game. Nekomata Izumi scores the final shot! Nekomata Izumi leads her team to victory! Now, after a year, seeing my name just makes her angry. It’s crazy how something could change so quickly, seeing my name spoken about with such greatness and pride, to then everything about me being tied to meltdowns and failures, and now with malicious undertones. 

I don’t remember when I started to care, having ignored the past two posts that included my name. I don’t remember when I found the time to check my phone amidst the training sessions with Nekoma or the attempts to hide from the Fukurodani team. I don’t remember when a casual glance at the time turned into hours of scrolling through a thousand responses, most of which called me a leech, a desperate bitch, a disgrace. All I could remember was why I tried to leave everything behind in the first place. Through the hair pulls and tears, I remembered why I tried to forget. The pain never got any better or any easier to manage, it only hurt even more that people wouldn’t let it go. They wouldn’t see past the one thing that happened, wouldn’t acknowledge who I once was or what I was once able to achieve. 

I ran a hand through my hair with far greater rigorousness than intended, letting out a choked sob at the throbbing pain circling my head as strands of my hair came out along with my fingers. I tried to turn the phone off, to turn it face down and leave the room, but I couldn’t. Every second I spent scrolling was because I couldn’t help myself. Curiosity fuelled my fire. 

Three short knocks tapped against my door and I tried to suck in a deep breath as the man on the other side called my name.  “Izumi? I’m coming in,” Kuroo said quietly. So softly that I couldn’t help but think it meant someone cared– couldn’t help but cry a little harder. 

“Go away Kuroo!” I yelled, voice strained, tone unforgivably weak. 

There was silence and I thought that maybe he had listened to me for once in his life, but then the doorknob turned and the door creaked open. My eyes widened, realising the state of myself and my head whipped to turn away from him, his reaction unreadable. I heard the door knob click as he closed the door behind him and soft footsteps padded forward shortly after. 

“What are you doing here?” I couldn’t help but shout, pressing the palms of my hands against my eyes, willing the tears to stop flowing. “Get out!”

“I’m not leaving,” He whispered. The bed dipped beside me, holding his weight up as he scooted an inch closer. “I just… wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“I asked you to leave!” I yelled, finally turning back to him. My hands acted on their own, pushing furiously at his chest. He didn’t budge, only flinching at the movement but regaining himself once I started crying harder. 

My head was pounding. As if someone was hitting my head with a brick a million times over. The tension in my shoulders was unbearable, holding the weight of a thousand thoughts and regrets. I widened my eyes when my hands came back to their original position, sobbing loudly into the corners of my arms. 

“I’m sorry–” I blubbered. “I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Kuroo..” The inner corners of my eyes were on fire, burning as another tear fell right after the other. “Just please leave me alone, I want to be here alone.” 

“I don’t know you well enough to know what to say to make you feel better,” He said with a small grin. I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, scoffing at his response.

“What?” 

“But I’m going to sit here and wait for you. You can yell at me, you can hit me, you can swear and you can do whatever you need to. You can pretend that I’m one of those people that says shit but knows absolutely nothing about you.” He continued and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. Off of that gentle smile, the warmth of his eyes, the care in them. 

“But I’m going to wait. I’ll wait until you’re feeling better, and then I’ll leave.” 

Wait. Patience. The one thing I’ve always hoped for. The one thing I wish people would have done for me back then. I looked at him through the tears soaking my eyes, I sat through the silence he offered, waiting for a response. Just waiting. 

My head dropped, my chin touching my chest, and my body leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his chest. I let go of my lip, red and bruised from biting it, just wanting to cry. I just wanted to cry. The sobs came harder than before, ripped from my chest, and laid out on the floor. My stomach hurt, and cramped as I tried to catch my breath and my head began to feel light, as if someone was finally holding the bricks that slammed against me. 

And there he sat. With a soothing hand rubbing the back of my hand, he sat there and waited.  I don’t remember how much longer we were in the room. All I remember was that Kuroo waited until I was feeling better, and then he left. 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Took me a minute to post this because uni has finally started up again!

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Part 4. Nekoma Camping Trip!

The bus screeched as it came to a stop, rattling beside me as I looked down at the clipboard in my hands. They were supposed to be leaving in thirty minutes and the team hadn’t yet shown up. I gripped the clipboard harder, knuckles turning white and hands beginning to shake as I read off the unchecked names again and again. “I wake up an hour early and no one even shows up on time,” I whispered to myself, turning to eye the bus driver who had begun slouching in his seat. He turned to me, eyebrows raised, probably wondering why a young girl had replaced the old man in the red tracksuit.

“Izumi–” “Where is everyone?” I huffed annoyingly, turning at the sound of my name. My body tensed up almost painfully when Kenma stood there, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sorry Kenma…” I muttered, dropping the clipboard to the floor and massaging the joints in my fingers. A dull ache washed over my body, starting from my hands and working its way up to my head. It only took seconds for it to turn into a soft pounding sensation at the back of my head. “I’m just stressing out.” “I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” He shrugged again, eyes glued to his phone.

I looked down at my own phone where several missed messages from Tooru had popped up in the last five minutes. I could feel an itch on the corner of my mouth where my frown was twitching into a smile, snickering as he complained about misplacing his phone charger. The quiet laughter had quickly turned into silence as I read the last few messages, a splurge of i miss you’s and class isn't the same without my best friend. The pounding only got harder and louder from there, creeping its way to my temples. I closed my eyes, afraid that they would bulge from my head, and sighed.

Being here was hard. Feeling alone was harder. Hating everything about it made it the worst.

“You okay?” Kenma asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he moved his phone away from his face. “Yeah.” I gave him a flash of a smile and turned back to the bus driver. “I’m sorry for taking so long, they’ll be here soon.” I hope.

The driver only nodded with a grunt and laid his head down on the wheel.

“They’re here now,” Kenma pointed in the distance to the crowd of boys rushing towards them, some laughing together as Yamamoto pushed past them, racing towards the bus.

I stepped to the side, afraid he would barrel into me and picked up the clipboard that I abandoned only moments ago.

“What took you guys so long?” I said, grinding my teeth, too tired to hide the annoyed bite in my tone. “Sorry Nekomata-san!” Lev said, straightening his posture. “We saw this nice restaurant on the way here and Inuoka and I got hungry.” “Sorry! The food looked so good,” Inuoka said, rubbing his stomach in satisfaction.

I looked at Kenma who shrugged once more, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“It's.. okay, I just want to take the roll call and get everyone on the bus please. My dad helped me make a seating chart so that everyone could get some rest on the bus,” I cleared my throat. “Lev and Yaku–” “What?” Lev exclaimed, looking down at Yaku who only smiled smugly up at him. “Yamamoto and Kai,” I continued. “Fukunaga and Inuoka, Shibayama and Teshiro, and Kuroo and Kenma.”

One by one, they marched onto the bus, the driver readying himself and the buttons on the control. I was the last to step on, making sure I had my bag with me before finding my seat at the front of the bus, right behind the bus driver.

“Cheer up, we’re going camping,” Kuroo said from behind me, laughing to himself. “Stop,” Kenma muttered, pulling his friend back.

I didn’t say anything, numbed by the pain crushing my skull and the ache in my shoulders. Instead, I closed my eyes, leaned back into my seat, and tried my best to fall asleep and forget I was even here.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: I just wanted to clarify that Oikawa is best friends with both Iwaizumi and Izumi. He balances both those friendships well while trying to be sensitive about it. This is made clear later on when Iwaizumi eventually makes an appearance.

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Part 3. The Elusive Past of Coach Nekoma

It had been a week since I moved my essentials from the dorms at Aoba Johsai to my dad’s house. Tooru and I shared a hearty goodbye before I left where he treated me to a meal that cut short after we had been bombarded by a crowd of fans that spotted the ‘familiar’ back of his head. He promised to try and visit, and that was all he could do. Which was enough for me. I didn’t tell Iwaizumi that I was leaving. When I finally felt settled in, I redecorated my old room, tidied it up and renewed my closet that had been filled with clothes that I abandoned a year ago. Most of them no longer fit me. Mainly the jerseys. There was a certain weight on my chest when I held them up, their colours and design almost unrecognisable unless completely unfolded. For some reason, those hurt the most to throw out. I felt my hand cramp when I tossed them to the side, pushing them deeper into the pile of clothes that would soon find their new home in the trash.

The organisation had come to a stop when the clock ticking in the corner of my room became a little too loud. Distant shuffles came nearer, followed by a cough.

“You should have been at the school by now, Izumi,” my dad said, tapping his wrist as if he had a watch on it. I smiled thinly and nodded, grabbing my bag and phone before leaving with a quiet ‘see you soon, dad’.

Their practices usually started after school. That’s what dad said. Some came late, some came early, some came on time. My feet were already moving by the time I hopped off the bus, beginning a light sprint towards the school’s gym. To my surprise, I was greeted by an eerie silence. No balls, no slaps, no laughs. Entering the gym on my own was a whole nother feeling. Chills ran through my body and my heart skipped a beat as a handful of breaths were stolen from my lungs. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, I could only move. I walked as if the floor wasn’t there, shifting my weight onto planes of nothing, existing in a realm of something. I got used to the cold biting my arms, embracing me like something uncomfortably familiar.

“What am I even doing here?” I uttered to myself, looking at a stray volleyball on the floor. I leaned down and picked it up, sighing at the poles extruding from the floors, the net yet to be strung up.

It took me thirty minutes to do it on my own. Thirty minutes of dragging the net across the ground, realising that it was way heavier than I remembered it being. I strained myself, pushing harder on my good leg and shuffling across the floors with the other. When I had finally gotten it up, I stared at my work and shook my head. Disappointment lingered in the air, feeling more bitter than the cold did. I picked up the stray volleyball once again, running it in circles against the palms of my hands.

“I hate this place!” I screamed, throwing the ball forward. It flung against the net, bouncing off and back onto the floor with a weak slap.

Again, it found its way into my hands. I don’t remember when, but somewhere between the I hate this place and the I hate this game and the I hate this, I had picked the ball up once, twice, three times, maybe even four. Each time, the ball landed back in front of me. Each time, the two handed throws became one handed throws, which then became a weak attempt at a spike, which then became a movement of memory. My muscles, imagining the patterns, indulging in the memory, the feelings, the adrenaline, fought to show that my body could never forget as well as my mind had tried to.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my wrist flicked forward, slamming my palm against the ball. Finally, the ball flew through the air, shooting past the net and onto the other side of the court, filling the gym with echoes of the ball hitting the floor. Finally, the ball no longer landed in front of me.

“Wow.” A low, sly whistle mixed in with the last moments of the balls’ echo, followed by a singular clap. “That was pretty good form.”

I gasped and turned to the sound, my cheeks warming at the sight of Nekoma’s captain leaning against the gym’s door frame. His lips curled into a smirk, his arms crossed over one another.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to stare,” I bit back at him, huffing in annoyance.

“I was complimenting you?” He scoffed.

“Well don’t,” I turned back away. “It’s uncomfortable.”

“Fine.” Heavy footsteps made their way towards the centre of the gym, closer to me, closer to the ball. I watched as he leaned down and picked the ball up from the other side of the court. “You looked stiff and the ball almost hit the net.”

“I don’t need pointers.”

“Exactly.” He smiled again, a smug tone to his voice. “Aren’t you supposed to be our coach?”

“Everyone can make a mistake every once in a while. Maybe give the pointers to your own team, captain, the one that’s actually playing in a tournament.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of being so snarky?”

I shut my mouth and shook my head. There was no use arguing. I already hated the feeling of being here. Adding another form of tension would only push me to make a decision that would break my father’s heart.

“So, what were you? Outside? Opposite?” He leaned down a little, squinting his eyes as his thumb and pointer finger rubbed at his chin in contemplation. “You’re a bit too short to be middle.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It was a good spike though,” he chuckled to himself. “Maybe libero?”

“Drop it,” I urged, biting back the curses dancing on the tip of my tongue.

“Too mean to be a captain.”

“Fuck you!” I shouted, grinding my teeth together to say anything further.

His mouth had opened to respond, cut short by the cheery ‘hellos’ of Yaku and Lev as they entered the gym. I spared no glance towards him as I retreated towards the storage room, the weight on my body growing more uncomfortable with the added heat of a glare burning into the back of my head.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Another part out!! It takes so much editing to do the boys’ gc but it’s so worth it when it comes out looking nice. Let me know if you guys are interested in a tag list x

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Part 2. Expert Stalkers

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: All pictures are taken from pinterest. Credits given to any artists’ works that I use. I make sure to include their watermark/logo. If anyone knows the exact @ of any artists work that I use, please let me know!

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PART 1. Welcome to Nekoma High School

(Bonus Chapter)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Just a little bonus chapter of the Nekoma boys finding out about Nekomata's retirement. It was supposed to be part of the main part 1 chapter, but I ran out of photo space LOL!

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PART 1. Welcome to Nekoma High School

I never doubted that volleyball had been a part of my life since I was born. If I knew anything about my dad, he probably asked my mum’s midwife if he could swap the hospital swaddle with a Nekoma-themed blanket.

My whole life had been a cycle of sleeping, eating, and training. The gym was my second home, and my team was a second family. There was a certain serenity that welcomed me every time I held the ball, and a specific kind of love that embraced me as I welcomed the pain in the palm of my hands as I struck the ball down to the other side of the court.

I was nine when I landed my first successful spike.

“Izumi-chan!” My dad sang my name, drawing my attention to the multi-coloured volleyball flying in the air. Like a dance, my feet acted before my mind did and my body flung itself forward and up towards the ball.

He laughed and clapped his hands as my arms swung in a movement that had been so deeply etched in my brain it became a habit to do it at everything that flung towards me. I heard it hit the ground before I felt the vibrations on my arm, the feeling of my hand slamming against the ball. When gravity pulled me downwards, the ground shook and static buzzed in my brain. It sounded like a crowd roaring my name or maybe like a million trophies clanging together.

“Did you see that?” I asked my dad, and the only thing he could do was smile and nod.

“That was amazing,” He laughed, clapping his hands together once. “You are going to be one of the best volleyball players to grace Japan!”

I knew he was being overzealous. Any dad would say that to their child. But I couldn’t help but believe him. I was going to be one of the best volleyball players to grace Japan. I had to be. It was the only thing I could have ever wanted.

My dad’s house had never looked this daunting before. The windows to his life were concealed by curtains, the lights turned off from the inside. After several months of avoiding his messages or telling him that I was too swamped with assignments to come over, I never thought that the house would be as changed as our relationship was. The grey walls darkened, the garden overgrown. Rust covered the hinges of the gates, now needing an extra push to swing open. Even then, the gate creaked and screeched as it eased forward. For the first time, I felt like the house no longer welcomed me home.

“Dad?” I called out, inching forward through the tall grass, cringing at the shrubbery that tickled my ankles. “I got your message, what did you need to talk about?��� 

A series of throaty coughs alerted Izumi to the man standing at the side of the house, picking leaves off of the remains of a children’s volleyball net. “I’m over here,” He called back after clearing his throat. 

“What are you doing outside? You need to be inside, away from all this mess.”  I scoffed, rushing to his side. My hands came down on his shoulders, helping him away from the deconstruction of my old plastic toy, now a withering, distant memory. “I thought you were bedridden.” 

“I need to keep moving,” He sighed. “It’s too depressing to stay still like that.”

I nodded and hummed, guiding him back inside. The interior of the house was no different from the outside. Grayscale and dark. It looked like the pictures taken for leased houses, unlived and impersonal. I felt my chest ache a little, eyes roaming across bare walls as I led my father down onto a chair in the living room. Once upon a time, pictures of my achievements used to scatter the walls. Several trophies lined the now empty bookshelves. I had them taken down when I moved out. I was going to bring them with me, hide them away in a box never to be found again, but no doubt my dad had them stored somewhere secret. He couldn’t give away those memories, and refused to have them taken from him. 

“How have you been?” I asked, realising that my throat had run dry. I massaged the bottom of my neck and cleared my throat. My eyes remained on my dad, took in the dark undereyes and hidden smile lines. 

“As good as an old man like me can be,” He chuckled and I tried to laugh along with him. An awkward silence filled the air as he leaned into the arms of the chair. “I’ve missed you, please visit me more.” 

A sigh caught in the back of my throat and I tore my gaze away. There it was. The I miss you’s and the I love you’s. Of course he did. I never forgot that he did, never doubted it in my head. But I couldn’t bring myself to look at him without seeing what I hated the most about myself. The sadness in his eyes was too much to handle sometimes. The guilt was all-consuming every time I said it back. Instead of evading his pleas, as I usually did, I grabbed both of his hands and smiled. 

“I’ll try,” I said, not a promise but something. 

Another moment of silence invaded the space. Another hair that rose on the back of my neck as I waited for him to talk. There was something he needed to say. I could tell when he fiddled his fingers together, his gaze flying back and forth to everything but me. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, I braced myself for what was coming.

“I need you to fill in for me… just until I get better.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked. Fill in for him? 

“I need you to be Nekoma’s coach,” He sighed, tensing his jaw. 

“Are you joking?” I scoffed, immediately going to shake my head. “There are other coaches.” 

“None that knows the game like I do, none that can lead them as I can,” He defended himself. “You know the game, you’ve played and you’re my daughter.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” I laughed incredulously. There were coaches that were waiting their whole lives to lead an upcoming team like Nekoma. While I had abandoned the sport, news still got around about this new team with so much potential, of course led by my very own father. “There are others.”

“Izumi,” He sighed deeply. “You were one of the best players of their generation. Don’t you think it would be good to dip your toe back in? Even if just as a coach.” 

“Stop!” I said, raising my voice. “You will not do this to me again. I told you the last time I saw you, I am not stepping back into that stupid sport.” 

“Alright,” He huffed. “Never mind stepping back in. I taught you how to play. I coached you. These boys would feel comfortable being taught by someone like minded, by someone who is as familiar with the game as I have made them to be.” 

“Get someone else.” 

“Please, Izumi.” 

I flinched at the tone, pleading and desperate. He leaned forward, placing his head into his hands. Never have I seen him like this. So distressed, so dispirited. 

“These boys mean a lot to me… please, just until I get better. Once I’m back, you can leave, you can never look back at volleyball again, just please do this.” 

One second passed. 

Maybe even a few minutes.

I willed myself to say no. Hoped my answer would endure. And then I looked at him again. The desolation living behind his eyes, void of warmth, of comfort. Everything fell apart at that. 

“Fine.” 

My heart pounded as I neared the gym, hearing the familiar sounds of volleyballs smacking against the walls, floors, maybe even the ceilings. Quiet laughs turned to boisterous ones, small chatter turned crowded. It took everything in me not to turn on my heel, get back on that bus and leave. But every time I hesitated, my dad’s face flashed in my eyes. So I persisted. I forced my feet to step forward, to continue marching on. 

When I finally reached the open doors, my mouth fell open at the sight. The team was split off into pairs, practicing their receives, arms red and chests rising and falling as they ran back and forth to make it to the ball. A sense of dread washed over me as something uncomfortable hollowed out my stomach. My eyes followed the curve of the ball as gravity guided it through the air and back down again, making me feel even dizzier than before. An ache embraced my head and I had to close my eyes to ground myself again, making sure that my feet were still touching the ground. 

“Hello? Can I help you?” A voice said and my eyes shot open, eyeing up the man standing before me. He held a warm smile and I almost felt envious of the kindness he radiated as he pushed back the bits of his raven hair that covered his forehead. 

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m Nekomata Izumi, your new… coach.”

I cringed as his face lit up, his smile brightening and curving even wider than before. It almost made me feel uncomfortable as he nodded for me to follow him, sputtering nonsense about how it was good to meet me and he could barely see the resemblance between me and my father. The words blurred together as I walked, swallowed by the gym. Eyes began turning to me as the raven-haired boy shouted for their attention and then suddenly I was standing in front of all of them. 

“Let’s start with some introductions,” The man said, pointing to himself first with a grin. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, nice to meet you.” 

Then he went down the line, “That’s Nobuyuki Kai, our vice captain. Then there’s Morisuke Yaku, Taketora Yamamoto, Kenma Kozume, Shohei Fukunaga, So Inuoka, Tamahiko Teshiro, Lev Haiba and Yuki Shibayama!” 

In unison, they all bowed and welcomed me in. I should have felt glad, maybe happy that they all gave off some sense of warmth, but I had only felt… envious. They all smiled, some little, some wide. They were all receptive and curious. I had only realised that it was my turn to introduce myself when no one said anything afterwards, staring and waiting for a response. 

“I’m Izumi Nekomata, nice to meet you all.” I said bluntly, bowing in response. 

Kuroo chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck when another moment passed with nothing being said. He cleared his throat and gently patted my shoulder. “Right! So, I’ve already got them started on some practice receives, do you want to tell us a little about you and what position you play?” 

“Yeah, let’s make sure you’re actually Nekomata’s daughter,” The brown haired boy, Inuoka, said with a joking grin. 

I brushed off his joke with a thin smile and shook my head too quickly for my liking, cringing when Kuroo raised a suspicious brow. “No, sorry, let’s just get started with some spikes and I’ll give pointers as we go.” 

Kuroo puffed out his lips and nodded, his tone dulled as he asked everyone to begin lining up by the court. I sighed once more, finding my place beside the pole and regaining my balance as I leaned against it. The door to the gym was just ahead of me. A couple steps to freedom. But I couldn’t go. 

So I stayed, I stayed and I absolutely hated it here.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Hellooo! First part finally uploaded. There is one mistake in the text messages between Kuroo, Lev and Kenma and that is the receiving messages are blue instead of grey. That is... my fault LOL. I hope you guys enjoy!!

I'm happy to do a taglist if anyone is interested by the way. Just let me know x

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Kuroo Tetsurou Group!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

⁀➷ A/N: First official post for this SMAU/Fic!! I'm so excited to get started on this. This is my first one EVER, so please take kindly. Please let me know if there are any mistakes/missed warnings etc.

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Nekomata Izumi Group!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Introductions

Nekomata Izumi (Reader)

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

⁀➷ A/N: First official post for this SMAU/Fic!! I'm so excited to get started on this. This is my first one EVER, so please take kindly. Please let me know if there are any mistakes/missed warnings etc.

[tetsukuroos]

k.t | Take A Chance

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Summary After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Tetsurou Kuroo x F! Reader (Izumi Nekomata)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Genre

SMAU/Written Fic

Fluff

Small Angst

Ex VB Player! MC

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Warning

Swearing

Mentions of injury and sickness

Hateful comments

Reader has an established name

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Status

New and Ongoing!!

This is a new experience for me, but I'm so excited to share my first SMAU/Fic idea! Even if no one sees this, I'm looking forward to publishing it somewhere at least. I will try to update as regularly as I can.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Character Profiles

Nekomata Izumi Group

Kuroo Tetsurou Group

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chapters

Part 1. Welcome to Nekoma High School

Part 1. (Bonus Chapter)

Part 2. Expert Stalkers

Part 3 The Elusive Past of Coach Nekomata

Part 4. Nekoma Camping Trip!

Part 5. Maybe He's Not Too Bad

Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

Part 7. Zumi? Zumi!

Part 8. Cat Fight!

Part 9. All About Respect

Part 10. I'll Show You

Part 11. Nekoma v Aoba Johsai

Part 12. Say Please

Part 13. 21 Questions

Part 14. Kuroo Malfunctioning

Part 15. Beyond The Net

Part 16. Rematch!

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[tetsukuroos]

i’m gonna do it… i’m gonna make my first fic