Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

2| Pushed Away

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1.5 years ago:

   "One more!" N/n yells, more fired up than ever. 

   I glare up at her, hands on my knees, breathing heavy and unsteady. We've been practicing in the park for 3 hours now, and I'm freezing my fucking ass off. I don't understand why she doesn't just ask Bokuto to practice with her. Both of them absolutely love to prolong training sessions. 

   "We've been out here for three god damn hours! I want to go to your house and eat soba now!" I grumble, tired as hell. 

   N/n rolls her eyes at me, "What? Are you tired already? You won't ever get on my level with that attitude," She states confidently, causing my eyebrow to twitch. 

   I know exactly what she's doing, trying to rile me up, so I practice with her longer. Manipulative bitch. "Jesus fu- fine, 10 more times, and then I'm hitting the ball in your ugly face," I groan, walking back to my position.  

   "Hell yeah!" N/n exclaims, grabbing the ball and passing it to me. 

   I get under the ball, having it hit my platform at the perfect angle. It goes up, then falls back down over N/n's head. I start my approach as soon as my pass goes up. Throwing my arms behind me, I jump at my full power. As I do this, N/n sets the ball with all 10 of her fingers, passing to me at minus tempo. The ball reaches my hand as I swing down. A loud Kabam can be heard as the ball launches off my hand and into the concrete wall; that has no apparent purpose other than being a random wall with two basketball nets on both sides of it. 

   N/n and I look at each other with pleased expressions, high-fiving. 

   N/n gives me a smirk, and I can already guess what she's going to say next. "Maybe five more?"

   Called it. And just like that, I have my hand wrapped around the collar of her Team Japan t-shirt. "I'll kill you one of these days. You know that, right?!" I growl in annoyance. 

   Though she only chuckles at my reaction, "I'm sure you will," She says, pulling away from me and picking up her bag. 

   I take a sigh of relief, retrieving the ball. I get all of my crap together, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and walking over to my best friend's side. 

   We walk to her small apartment together. 

   N/n is the only person on the face of the earth that can make me smile and laugh, sometimes even cry (joyful tears). In a way, that scares me. The power she holds is unmatched but also becomes too much for my fragile and broken heart to bear. I'd soon realize just how different our worlds are and just how much I could take before shattering into a million unfixable pieces. 

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   Sometimes I think I hold N/n back. Well, actually, it's most of the time, but no one's keeping score. She may be an introverted person, much like myself, but once she gets comfortable around people, she loosens up, unlike me. 

   "Hey, hey, hey, F/n-chan!" Bokuto greets N/n. He never really notices me, but it's not like I care. On a good day, I'll get a small wave from Akaashi. "We should practice at the park today!" Bokuto exclaims, causing other kids in the hall to avoid N/n's little group. 

   "Sure, I'm down," N/n says, shooting the boy a smirk. 

   I've known for years that Bokuto has a crush on N/n. He made it so obvious that it was sickening. Always giving her hugs when he sees her, and she'd laugh, hugging him back. Also making incredibly idiotic excuses to get her attention, like his knee hurting. I know we play volleyball, but who our age has knee problems. So stupid.