Haikyuu!! One-Shots

Current Concern: Oikawa Tooru

[A/N] Hello! I have't written anything in awhile, and I got this sudden urge to write, you here ya go! Have some adorable Haikyuu babies! I'm not sure if I got the Grand King's voice right, but I attempted... >3< Mild language use (just the s-word, once).

Current concern: When he tried to talk to Karasuno's manager, he got utterly ignored. ('But she must just have been shy, and it's not like I'm all that bothered by it, not even a little bit, not at all,' Oikawa said to himself.)

Tooru's POV:

"Oi, Trashykawa, I'm going to change, alright?" Iwaizumi fanned himself by tugging at his blue shirt. His breath was labored, but an upbeat step was in his walk. He looked as if he were ready to rip his shirt off and dive into a pool of ice. 

Ice, ice, baby.

"That was quite a match," he remarked, almost in a sing-song voice.

Iwa-chan was in a surprisingly good mood, and I didn't want to wreck it. Even so, my lips spread in what seemed like a pure smile. At least to me it did.

Iwaizumi immediately backed up, narrowing his eyes in disgust. "You look creepy with that smile. Like you're planning something." A disgusted scowl contorted his lips. 

"You know, you're never going to get a girlfriend if you look at her like that."

 We bantered like that for a bit before I maneuvered the conversation to the real deal. "You did well..."

Iwaizumi's eyes lit up.

"... For once."

His grin crashed like a waterfall and so did my body. He charged like a bull straight at my abdomen and smacked his head right against it. 

"Ow, ow, ow..." I rubbed my sore stomach, wincing. "Iwa-chaaaan..."

Iwaizumi snorted. "That's what you get for teasing me, you jerk."

I looked up at him with wide, soft brown puppy eyes. "It hurts!" 

A perfectly timed pout brought out my friend's soft side, and he relented. "Alright, alright. Sorry, Oikawa. Is that better?"

My grin grew wider as I commented, "You're being awfully nice today, Iwa-chan!" 

It's no wonder. We just beat Karasuno in a practice match. Even though it wasn't that big of a deal for most people, my team was still proud. 

My team. 

That's right; I learned that you can't win in volleyball by yourself, even if you're totally awesome like me. What matters is the team. I'm not going to mention who made me realize that, because he's silly, (Ow! Stop hitting me!) but I'm grateful for him nonetheless. 

Iwaizumi leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He breathed through his nose once, twice, and exhaled loudly. "I'm happy, you idiot. That's why I'm being nice." His eyes snapped open as he smirked. "Or should I change that?" 

I held my arms up in surrender, laughing along with him. The match was done. We did amazing. They didn't even get a single set in, even after we played two full games. Karasuno got real close in the 2nd set once, but we never let them down with our skill.

He playfully punched my arm and said, "See you later, Assikawa."

"Kya~ Kya~ Kya~" I called after him, imitating my fangirls. I swore I saw a vein pulsate in his forehead before my face got to know Iwa-chan's fist a little more. 

When I snapped out of the headache brought on by his punch, I was greeted by an angel. 

She was absolutely beautiful.

"Hey, have I seen you before? You look familiar." 

Of course I've seen her before. She's the manager of Karasuno. 

I don't know what's Iwa-chan's problem; he said she wasn't all that special and that she didn't suit his tastes. I told him he would do well with her, since she was shy and all, and he wanted a girl he could care for and protect. As much as he protests, I still catch him staring at her once in awhile. 

All of his words slipped from my head once I saw her. 

Shimizu began to turn around, annoyance tugging at her eyebrows, furrowing once and arching the other, but then she snapped forward, clutching her clipboard closer to her chest.

Her chest, huh? Personally, I'm more of a leg kind of guy, but I can make a few exceptions. 

I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder at the same time she scanned her papers. "Kageyama... loses his temper easily," she murmured to herself, brushing her thumb over her lips, past a dark beauty mark. 

I was about to say something smart about Tobio-chan when she suddenly got up and started walking away from me. 

Did she even notice me? 

"Are you the manager of Karasuno?" 

No reply from her receding (and hot) figure.

"I know Tobio-chan!" 

Still no reply. 

"I think you're pretty!" 

Okay, now I was just getting desperate. 

I adjusted my white knee supporter nervously once I felt that there would be no chance she would ever look my way. Is this what it feels like to be rejected? For a split second, I felt a pinch of guilt for all the feelings I hurt in my lifetime, but then it quickly washed away, followed instantaneously by displeasure. 

Why on Earth would she ignore me? 

Thinking aloud, I said, "But she must just have been shy. And it's not like I'm all that bothered by it." Picking up the pace, ready to confront my team, I added, "Not even a little bit. Not at all."

Bonus Ending:

Iwaizumi knew, right away, something was wrong. 

"You alright?" 

I played with his concern for awhile, ducking my head down in mock sadness. "Not really... I just found out some news..." Rummaging my blue bag for my clean, sweat-free clothes, I sighed. As if the world was perched on my shoulders, a heavy burden, I fell to my knees. 

"The world is so, so cruel, Iwa-chan..."

Iwaizumi knelt at my side, nodding in agreement. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Putting my head back with a sloppy smile, I admitted, "I think you should jump a little higher. Maybe you'll look taller!"

Iwa-chan's aura turned black. He growled, low and threatening. 

"I think you should run, Shittykawa."