The legendary stopper is second only to Giampiero Boniperti in number of minutes played for the club. With 65 minutes needed to break the record, Buffon could overtake the 88-year-old Piedmont-native this Saturday, or may have to wait until the opening minutes of the next fixture away to Napoli.
The last thing any of the younger years would expect was that their senpai spent every Friday night in the gymnasium after hours.
Perhaps entrusting Oikawa with a key hadn’t been the wisest idea, but at least on Friday, he was never left alone. He and his fellow third years would sneak in about 8pm, set up the net, and play 2 vs 2 for the whole 4 hours, occasionally switching things up in their teams.
Currently, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were on one side of the net and Oikawa was setting to Hanamaki on the other.
“Take this!” He spikes hard and fast, but Iwaizumi is already leaping into position, having guessed the trajectory, and receives it with ease. The ball goes high, but Matsukawa is there, and instead of setting, he dumps it over the net right at Oikawa’s feet.
It surprises him so much that he startles, and fumbles his volley. It touches the top of the net and Matsukawa just has to tap it for the ball to fall again.
But the duo have prepared for this. Oikawa jumps backwards at the same time as Hanamaki lunges forwards, hand flat against the floor and saving the ball with a pancake.
Hello! Idk if it's open but may i ask a Aomine + atsushi (seperate) scenario of playing with their baby boy along with their wife
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Aomine: As soon as your son could walk Aomine had gotten him one of those small kiddie basketball and basketball net sets. Despite your efforts, you weren’t able to convince Aomine to stop encouraging your son to do as he did when he performed his formless shot on the tiny sports set.
“Daiki, he’s only a year old he doesnt know how to get into the zone…”
Murasakibara: It always made you smile when all three of you were just sitting around together. Murasakibara would randomly pick up your son and hold him high up in the air above his head making little woosh noises, pretending the little boy was a plane as your son erupted into a fit of giggles every time. Of course your own motherly instincts would be sure to make themselves known.