#prettysettersquad || haikyuu chatfic

#wakingupisatask

waking up is a task itself. 

waking up while being sick is just bad. 

waking up while being sick and ignored by your so called bestfriend was horrible.

the physical pain exhausted oikawa, but the mental strain fucked his mind and body up. 

so he continued to lay in bed while kageyama slapped him, atsumu sat on him, and suga tended to his fever. 

the only reaction they got out of him was today, on a very gloomy wednesday evening. they all were sprinkled around his room, draped over his floor, huddled next to oikawa (a great source of heat, though his heart proved otherwise) or sitting on his desk. 

"i think that iwaizumi is a jerk and doesn't deserve oikawa," suga said, flopping uselessly down to the ground. 

"he keeps on ignoring oikawa! i've turned the game around and i've been ignoring him," yahaba said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"aren't you a year younger than iwaizumi-san though?" kageyama asked, used to age restrictions. 

"its for my captain! what can i say, i can't let him down!" he said, twirling in oikawa's chair. his words were carefree and joking, although he felt horrible. it was hell at practice for him now, having to maintain a cold but rather "helpful" relationship with the people who where ignoring oikawa's disappearance, while setting for the entire team. 

he admired oikawa quite a bit, especially after realizing the strains of holding a team together.(a/n bro idk what im writing just go with it pls)

that's when it happened. 

"i-" oikawa said something, still asleep. almost like he was talking in his sleep or something. they all perked up, silent as death itself as they watched him stir in his bed. 

"f..king." he mumbled, then stuck his head into his sheets 

 "...ate."

"...ou."

"what."

"i fucking ate you," kageyama thought hard. he snapped his fingers. "he ate somebody and is now expressing his emotions with his cannibalic tendencies." 

"what???"

"no. shut up," shirabu said, rolling his eyes. 

"if you roll your eyes hard enough, maybe you'll find a brain back there," kageyama said, leaning against oikawa's bed. his eyes were trained on shirabu, challenging him.

"i know i have a brain, and i also know that it agrees on how arrogant you are," shirabu said, cocking his head to the side. he tapped his temple with two fingers, meeting kageyama's glare. 

"oh shut up you first graders! have some food," atsumu said, throwing both of them a banana.

"i think he was saying i fucking hate you. as in you as iwaizumiiii," suga said, running a hand through his hair. 

kenma nodded, his eyes not leaving his phone screen, though his ears were tuned into the conversation.

"i agree, mostly because i think iwaizumi is being an absolute asshole right now," akaashi said, sighing. he sat on the desk, stalking bokuto's instagram page. 

"so i fucking hate you means oikawa fucking hates iwaizumi. if our guess is correct then we're fine, but if we are aren't...?" [atsumu]

"it amazes me that you do horrible in school," shirabu said, staring at a sleeping semi at his feet.

"shut up." [atsumu]

"this has slowly become a #wehateiwaizumiclub, yea know?" koganegawa said, laying next to oikawa. he was watching kenma play candy crush. 

"yes. we don't like iwaizumi here."

"agreed."

"if you do, then leave," sugawara said, pointing to the door.

nobody got up. shirabu would have, but he actually felt bad for oikawa. he hated iwaizumi too. 

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i did something called "editing"

 it's such a foreign word!!