the winner takes it all (oikawa tooru x reader)

Chapter 3: Nice For What

A week passed, and you found yourself in a love-hate relationship with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, who loved teasing you just to get a snappy response out of you. They found you absolutely hilarious; which was better than them despising you for your grumpy attitude, yet you still got immensely pissed off by their remarks.

“Hey, Grumpy Pants!” speak of the devil, Matsukawa seemed to have opened his big mouth again. “Can you toss us a few balls?”

You glanced over your shoulder, from where you stood outside the storage room, after locking it up, since all the correct equipment had been removed. Hanamaki was standing next to his friend, with a basket next to him, and a lazy smile, while Matsukawa beckoned you slyly.

With a scowl, you approached them, folding your arms, and muttered, “Alright then.”

Both of them practically lit up like fireflies, much to your dismay, and quickly positioned themselves appropriately, waiting for you to toss a ball their way. Releasing a sigh, you reluctantly threw one in Hanamaki’s direction; he received it clumsily, and passed it to Matsukawa; you didn’t expect him to hit it straight back to you.

Not having played volleyball before, you fumbled to make it go back to Hanamaki, who grinned presumptuously at your unpolished return. “See? Anyone can do volleyball, Grumpy Pants,” he proclaimed, bumping the ball to Matsukawa again.

“You’re our manager now, so at least interact with us a little bit,” the other boy agreed, hitting it once more in your direction.

This time, you were a little more prepared, and hit the ball back to Hanamaki with a bit more control. Though you didn’t like how they were trying to get you more involved with them, you appreciated that they were at least making somewhat of an effort to include you more. 

(Even if they only wanted to keep you around for their own entertainment.)

Oikawa caught sight of you three, and sidled over, to receive a ball meant for Matsukawa. “If you don’t mind, I’ll join in,” he smirked coyly, as he bumped the ball over to you.

“Go away, Shittykawa,” Hanamaki groaned, “Grumpy Pants is our friend.”

"Don't be possessive, Makki!" Oikawa exclaimed, "(L/n)-chan needs more than two friends anyway!"

“I’m not friends with any of you,” you snapped, your eye twitching in irritation.

“Aww,” Matsukawa faked a sob, pretending to be deeply hurt by your blunt words. “That hurt my soul.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to be hurting if you don’t shut—” you were cut off, when the ball bounced off your head, and onto the floor; you hadn’t been paying attention, and had completely missed the sight of Oikawa passing it on to you.

There was a slight pause, before the boys burst into laughter, as you stood there, attempting to control your utter rage in that moment, your head now throbbing painfully. “Too bad, Grumpy Pants,” Matsukawa sniggered, walking over to you, and patting your head somewhat condescendingly. 

“You’re definitely our friend now!” Hanamaki chimed in, with a shit-eating smile on his face.

“I hate you all,” you hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at the ground.

“Of course you do,” Oikawa chuckled, “this wouldn’t be as fun if you didn’t!”

Himari looked on at the four of you with an envious expression; she then turned to the upperclassmen, and decidedly began to talk earnestly with them. If you of all people could get some friends, then she could as well, no question about it.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Quit distracting the manager!” Iwaizumi yelled.

(You thought it was amusing how he already had a sense of superiority over the more childish first years.)

“Ah, sorry Iwa-chan! Why don’t you come practice with us?” Oikawa proposed, gesturing to the other two.

In unison, Hanamaki and Matsukawa grinned in a terrifying fashion, which caused you to stiffen, and eye them warily.

Iwaizumi walked over, with a resigned sigh, and picked up a ball from the ground. “Alright then,” he instantly threw it straight at Oikawa, “let’s practice!”

“Ouch!” it hit the brunette smack bang in the face, and the force made him topple over onto his ass.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa cackled obnoxiously, as Iwaizumi began to lecture Oikawa about not being a dick; you just stood there awkwardly, one eyebrow raised.

"Hey, you guys!" an upperclassmen yelled out in annoyance. "Don't muck around! We've got to do proper practice!"

"But Kaito-senpai!" Oikawa whined, rubbing his head where Iwaizumi had hit him. "Technically we're improving our receives! And Grumpy Pants-chan can learn more about our playing that way!"

(Oh, so he was on the Grumpy Pants bandwagon as well. Fucking wonderful.)

Kaito, the rather strict third year, eyed the lot of you, before sighing, and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine," he relented, "but only for this session."

"Yay!" Matsukawa cheered, though it sounded unintentionally sarcastic due to his deep voice, before bumping the ball to you. "Here you go, Grumpy Pants!"

"Fuck off," you snarled, aggressively passing it to Hanamaki, prickling like cat.

Iwaizumi gave you a disapproving look, but you answered with a sideways glare, so he let your insult slide. "You shouldn't swear so much," he advised.

Your previously irritated expression morphed into a deadpan one. "Fuck, shit, crap, turd, shat, crud, ass, bastard, bitch—"

"Now you're just being vulgar, (L/n)-chan!" Oikawa whined, cutting you off.

You scowled, and angrily passed the ball to him without any warning, causing him to flail and screech.