the winner takes it all (oikawa tooru x reader)

Chapter 13: Some Nights

Your third year of high school came rather suddenly; and Oikawa and Iwaizumi were more determined than ever to finally get to nationals. However, what was coming out of Oikawa's mouth on the first Monday morning back, was complete and utter bullshit, according to Iwaizumi.

"You know people are supposed to peak in their third year of high school?" the brunette spoke, his cheeks a rosy shade of pink, as he kept himself warm in his scarf (courtesy of you, in fact, when you'd bought it for him on his seventeenth birthday).

"Where did you hear that?" Iwaizumi muttered, checking his watch.

"Just some rumours," Oikawa shrugged, smiling to himself. "I was just thinking, the girls must be extra cute this year, if it's true! I can't wait to see Himari-chan now!"

"What about (L/n)?" Iwaizumi asked nonchalantly.

"What about (L/n)?" Oikawa replied arily, too busy fantasizing about how everyone would gush over him.

His best friend scowled at his disinterest, irritated at his clear avoidance on the topic, and then smacked him round the back of the head. "You're a dumbass, Shittykawa!"

"Ouch! Iwa-chan!"

Unfortunately, Oikawa had been correct; he was met with many fans at the entrance, since he had very much matured, and become quite the handsome, pretty young man. As he strode through the hallways with Iwaizumi, he revelled in the way all eyes lingered on him, and drank in his fresh appearance. 

When he finally saw Himari, the breath got knocked out of him; she was so beautiful, her green eyes intelligent, her posture poised and confident in an attractive manner. "Oh, Oikawa-san," she greeted him in a friendly fashion.

"Hi, Himari-chan," he cooed, rushing over to him. "Wow, people really do look their best in high school," he flirted, leaning against her locker.

Himari rolled her eyes, and looked down at her timetable, "Don't try your tricks on me, Oikawa-san."

"Where's Matsukawa, Hanamaki and (L/n)?" Iwaizumi questioned abruptly, somewhat shoving Oikawa out of his way.

"Oh... I think Hanamaki and Matsukawa are here, but I haven't seen that stubborn fucker," Himari insulted you, but there was a fond smile on her lips as she spoke of you.

"Right," Iwaizumi nodded.

As if on cue, Hanamaki's laughter echoed down the hallway, and Matsukawa's shrieking followed; the two then rounded the corridor, to rush over to Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Himari. "Hi," they spoke in unison.

"What's up with you guys?" Himari questioned, but a loud footstep cut her off.

Everyone turned, to find you at the end of the corridor, your chest heaving, your bag in one hand, and a murderous spark in your eyes. "Give me my fucking pencil case!" you shouted, clearly addressing Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

"Uh... gotta go, guys," Matsukawa laughed shakily, before speeding off with his partner in crime.

You followed, sprinting after them, Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Himari barely registered you passing them. "W-Was that (L/n)?" Iwaizumi muttered, scratching the back of his head in bafflement.

"What a speed demon," Himari muttered.

Oikawa couldn't say a word, only staring at where you'd disappeared, mostly because he was stunned into silence at your attractiveness. He'd always thought you had your moments, when you had looked flawless, but in that particular second, he'd been blown off his feet.

With your hair ruffled, a dangerous yet sexy smirk on your face, as you'd seen your two other friends running away, your uniform not put on properly; you had looked so hot to him.

A blush spread across his face, as he finally realised how gorgeous he found you, and then he placed a hand across his mouth, and looked away. "(Y-Y/n)-chan certainly aged well, don't you think?" he spluttered.

Iwaizumi and Himari shared a glance, before laughing obnoxiously at Oikawa's embarrassment.

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"Oh, so these are the new shark fodder," you leered at the new first years, during practice.

"(L/n), behave yourself," Couch Irihata stated, sweatdropping as one of the new recruits shied away in fear.

The other stared up at you, hands dangling at his sides, before murmuring, "I'm tired. I wanna go home."

You paused, inspecting him, then patted his head, "I like you."

"Don't pick favourites you idiot!" Himari barked, waving her pen at you aggressively.

"Yeah, we're your favourites," Matsukawa called out, as Hanamaki cackled in agreement.

You rolled your eyes, but focused your attention on the new first year, "So then, what's your name?"

"Kunimi Akira," the boy answered. "I'm from Kitagawa Daiichi."

"Interesting," you muttered, playing with his bangs for a moment, before removing your hand, and folding your arms. "Well, welcome. Oh, and you too, Turnip head."

"T-Turnip head?!" the other boy spluttered, blushing in confusion.

Yahaba tried to contain his laughter in the background, and Watari only shook his head with a sigh, calling out to you; "(L/n)-san, don't antagonise them please."

"I'm not doing shit," you grumbled defensively.

"Yeah fucking right!" Himari smacked you over the back of your head with her clipboard, causing you to yelp.

"Hey! Don't fucking hit me, you fuck!" you hissed, rubbing the area she'd decided to attack, before elbowing her side angrily.

"I thought managers were supposed to be the calm rational ones..." Kindaichi murmured, as he watched you and Himari argue loudly.

"Well, every team is different I guess," Kunimi shrugged.

Oikawa couldn't help but smile at the sight of you having a scuffle with your fellow manager; even if you'd had an astounding development character through the years, some things would never change. And it made him very happy.

Practice didn't last very long, since it was only an introduction to the team for the first years, but Oikawa planned on going to practice some more. So, he started to set up again, only to be stopped by your voice. "Stop that right fucking now, bitch."

"(Y/n)-chan," he stated, turning to you, cocking his head at you, a smile forming as he observed your figure. "You're still going to keep this routine up?"

"Wrong," you snapped, "you are no longer going to practice on Mondays. It's going to be a rest day for you, from now on."

Oikawa sighed, walking over to you, and leaning into your face, gazing at you from beneath his eyelashes. "And how do you think you're going to convince me?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stiffened for a moment, but then smirked, as if you'd won a battle. "You don't have a choice," you spoke smugly, "I told you Takeru and Aiko that you'd be picking up your lovely nephew from his volleyball practice straight after school on Mondays."

Oikawa paused, before laughing to himself quietly. "Oh you sly thing, (Y/n)-chan," he murmured, "you're on a mission to make me fail, aren't you?"

"Incorrect," you replied, "I'm on a mission to make you not fall apart out of exhaustion."

He smiled softly, taking note of your stern expression, then chuckled, and reached a hand up to gently tug a lock of your hair. "You're one in a million, you know that?" he breathed, looking at you fondly.

"Not really," you answered, shrinking in on yourself slightly at his close proximity. "Now go on, or Takeru'll get mad at you."

Oikawa pouted, stepping back, and reluctantly picking up his bag, ready to leave. "(Y/n)-chan, do you hate me that much?"

You didn't reply for a moment, inspecting your fingernails, "I don't know. I'll leave that up to you, Oikawa."