p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Masaaki isn't an old man. He isn't, really. Barely forty-one, but his second and third years were fussing over him. Okay, he'd fallen three days ago and fractured his ankle. That was no reason for Midorima to quibble about having his ankle wrapped properly, Takao to insist on carrying his things and Yuuya to assign a rotation of second years (they know him, at least a little, and they don't have university hovering over their heads just yet) to assist him at all hours of the school day. Someone meets Masaaki at his car every morning now, for crying out loud!/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"And, of fucking course, his most recent graduates come to heckle their former juniors, only to zero in on Midorima crouched in front of Masaaki, rewrapping his ankle with sure hands. Takao is smacking a first year and reprimanding him for rabble-rousing while the Coach and Captain are busy. Yuuya actually is busy, talking with a few other second years about not slacking on their 'Coach-rotation'. Masaaki sighs, looking heavenward, flinching when Kimura, Ootsubo and the elder Miyaji all yell/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shrugging that off, Nakatani focuses on his current players, unaware that Taisuke is studying him anxiously. Kimura and Miyaji hemming him in to keep him from bolting to the older man, pick him up and get him to sit down. Or something. Anything. Even knowing it's just a fracture and that the second and third years have obviously been fussing all along with how resigned Nakatani is, Taisuke wants to run his hands over his former coach's ankle, to know how in pain he actually is./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"But then, it's not, really. Masaaki had been there more then his parents, had been the man he leaned on when he first took captaincy, seems virtually unchanged./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"And gods, but he wants more than this./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Ignoring his befuddlement about why his more senior players are treating him like he's made of glass (and noping the fuck out of wondering what Yuuya meant when he said darkly "Ootsubo would kill me if you weren't taken care of.") it's nice that they care./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"And, of fucking course, his most recent graduates come to heckle their former juniors, only to zero in on Midorima crouched in front of Masaaki, rewrapping his ankle with sure hands. Takao is smacking a first year and reprimanding him for rabble-rousing while the Coach and Captain are busy. Yuuya actually is busy, talking with a few other second years about not slacking on their 'Coach-rotation'. Masaaki sighs, looking heavenward, flinching when Kimura, Ootsubo and the elder Miyaji all yell/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Coach Nakatani?!" Masaaki nearly groans. Yuuya and Takao, closer in height than the rest of the team, squirm to his sides, heaving him up and onto the crutches Midorima had picked up to hand to him. Bracing himself on them, Masaaki sighs, looking up and expecting pity from his former students (though his current seem only sympathetic and protective). Instead, he is met with sympathy from Miyaji and Kimura, and unadulterated horror from Ootsubo. Shifting his glasses, Midorima says carefully/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Right."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Shrugging that off, Nakatani focuses on his current players, unaware that Taisuke is studying him anxiously. Kimura and Miyaji hemming him in to keep him from bolting to the older man, pick him up and get him to sit down. Or something. Anything. Even knowing it's just a fracture and that the second and third years have obviously been fussing all along with how resigned Nakatani is, Taisuke wants to run his hands over his former coach's ankle, to know how in pain he actually is./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It should probably be disgusting, how much he loves this man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"But then, it's not, really. Masaaki had been there more then his parents, had been the man he leaned on when he first took captaincy, seems virtually unchanged./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"And gods, but he wants more than this./p