HAIKYUU!! // one shots

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⌲ ❝ push n' pull ❞
『 kise ryota × oikawa tooru』

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『彼は一人で、人生の決断を考えていました。』

"WELL, this isn't good."

Oikawa sighs as he tossed the last can of beer to the can. Looking at the vending machine, he stood there, silent, pinching himself for not bringing the rest of his alien-themed wallet.

He just wanted to take some time off after having a fight with Iwaizumi. It grew into a large fight that neither of them would approach each other or say sorry.

"It was Iwa-chan's fault, after all!" For some reason, Oikawa reasoned out, even if he's not with anyone else at the moment. "I already told him that I wanted to win next time, but he always brushes off my eagerness to win. I wanted to win... I wanted to win... Tobio is enjoying his life in the nationals right now, and I...."

You're truly pathetic, Tooru.

He knows. He knows that maybe, Kageyama is just too far ahead from him. Kageyama has inborn talent- while he just honed his skills himself. He was already trying so hard to catch up, but even if he ran at his full speed, he just couldn't reach Kageyama. His fingers kept on slipping past Kageyama's back. He was trying so hard, so hard that he may break, so why...

"Why couldn't I win too?"

Rushing to the trashcan, he kicked it away, unleashing his frustrations on the poor thing. Everything fell and the trash scattered on the empty asphalt road.

He wanted someone to stop him. But in this dark alley and with Iwaizumi ignoring his calls, he felt like it was useless. He is still mad. Alone. Stressed. Frustrated.

"Aw," A voice whimpered, temporarily breaking Oikawa's thoughts. "Grandpa, you shouldn't really kick things around like a delinquent. It won't make your bones sturdier, y'know?"

Oikawa raised his eyebrow- a man who's above 6 feet, has blonde (almost gold) hair, and his golden eyes pierced right through Oikawa as he picks up the can that Oikawa threw earlier.

"G-Grandpa? Hey, I may be one or two years older than you, but I'm certainly young and fresh!"

"Really? But your face is wrinkly earlier."

"GASP- how can you say that to me? I mean, I know men mostly hate pretty boys like me but I dislike you the most!"

"Eh? You're weird. I don't even know you but you kept yellin' all over the place," Swiftly buying a can of beer, Kise sat down on the bench. "How about you take a seat and calm down? C'mon, I'll treat you a drink."

Oikawa would mostly refuse these offers, but his wallet is currently empty- and he's specifically weak to bribes, so he sat down next to Kise, pouting with his eyebrows knitted together.

"I'm Kise, Kise Ryota," Kise extended his hand, holding the beer, to Oikawa. "And you?"

Oikawa rolled his eyes. "I'm someone who's taken."

"I'm asking for your name, not your relationship status."

"..." Oikawa felt embarrassed, but he brushed it off with a little snort. "You can call me handsome."

"Okay, Handsome-kun!"

"... how dumb can you be?"

"So, what's troubling you?" Kise laid his left arm on the backrest of the bench as he drank from his can.

"Why should I tell you?" Oikawa asked. "Are you a therapist?"

"No, I'm a basketball player."

"... you're not supposed to answer that one."