The Pretty Setters (T. Oikawa)

One

"Cover!"
"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa yelled loudly, the volleyball connecting with his fingers as if it were second nature.
"Iwaizumi-senpai."
And just like that, the ball slipped through his fingers and landed straight on his face, uproars of laughter immediately following after.
"Oh, Nishinoya-kun."
"Nishi- eh?! Hey you little pea sized liber-oh?"
Instead of finding the loud, aggravating, tiny 5'2" libero, he instead found a reserved, pretty, still tiny girl with a bored expression on her face. "If you're talking about Yū, he's my twin. Although you have no business speaking about my brother in such a manner," the girl spoke calmly, however there was a hint of irritation in her tone. "Trashykawa, leave her alone," Iwaizumi said, pushing the pretty setter away as he spoke to the female Nishinoya. Oikawa merely stared at them for a second, before scoffing and going back to practice.

But then she came back the next day.
And the next.
By the fourth day Oikawa was straight peeved. Just what business did she have with his ace? That's why he convinced himself that he had to go and harrass Yumi in the second year wing and attract unnecessary attention.
"Chibi-chan!"
An aggravated, annoying voice filled the room, making Nishinoya Yumi look up at the chocolate brown eyes that were locked on her.

"Eh? Oikawa Tōru is here for Yumi?"
"Chibi-chan? They must be friends."
"Get real. Yumi doesn't talk to anyone."
"Hey Yumi, do you know who that is?"
"...No."

It was like an arrow shot through Oikawa's chest. How dare she act like she's never seen him before in her life?
"Why you little-"
It was like clockwork the way Oikawa took five steps towards her and then he immediately got his way blocked by four boys, dark auras surrounding them.

"Say, Nendo? I don't think he's getting the point."
"I think you're right, Reita. What do you think, Kuboyase?"
"He's definitely not, Nendo. Kaido?"
"Y-"
"Shut it."

Yumi pushed through the boys, Kaido letting out a cry of despair at not being able to speak. "Outside, now," Yumi addressed Oikawa as she stepped out of the classroom, Oikawa immediately following.
"Y-"
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
In an instant, the small girl slammed the six foot tall boy against the wall, eyes lit with rage. "First, you insult my brother, tried hitting me with a volleyball, now you come to my classroom and call me such name. What do you want from my life?" Yumi seethed, making Oikawa gasp. "Crazy-chan, unhand me!" He screeched, pushing her away. "I'm only here to ask you what your business is with Iwa-chan," he interrogated, arms crossed in front of him.
"Eh? Are you on crack? What I do is none of your business," Yumi snapped, glaring darkly at the tall brunette. It was as if sparks were shooting between the both of them as their glares intensified. "Oh no no no, what YOU do isn't my business. But, when you show up to MY practice, distract MY team and halt MY ace's practice?" By now Oikawa had Yumi pressed up against a wall, a hard glare plastered on his face that was met by a blank look. "You know, you make things really hard, Tōru."
"AND WHO SAID YOU COULD CALL-"
"Iwaizumi-senpai, about time."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Shittykawa."
"I- ow, wait!"
Yumi watched as her upperclassmen walked further away, a sign escaping her lips.

"Boys are stupid."

"Shittykawa! What were you doing bothering Nishinoya-chan?
"I was just- Iwa-chan! Since when do you call someone 'chan'? You don't even call me Tōru-chan after I said that you could!" The pretty setter exclaimed with a pout. Once he saw Iwaizumi raise his arm with an angry look on his face, he raised his arms in defense. "I-I was asking her to please refrain from bothering us during practice! I swear!"
"Huh? Why would you treat our new manager like that, Stupidkawa?"
"BECAUSE I- wait what?"
"I wasn't speaking another language, deafkawa. She spoke to the coach and I and she also filled out the paperwork, today she's going to get formally introduced."
"And why wasn't I, the captain, informed?"
"Because we made a deal."
"Eh?"
"She'd become our manager if you don't pester her."
"EH?!"
"Yeah, that was her one condition."
Once again, the feeling of an arrow piercing his chest returned. How is a girl that he barely knew asking for him to not pester her? Girls would love to be pestered by him. She must have some nerve.
"That litte-"
"Shut it, Trashkawa."