Water Boy | Haikyuu x Male OC |

Shittyshima

The tension at practice today was cutting edge. The team had been working so hard that Kou actually felt a little bad for them. Not enough to want to do any favors for them out of caring concern from his own heart, but he figured he should probably help out anyway since he didn't want to risk the chance of Tanaka reporting anything to Ryusuke.

He started with refilling the player's bottles. He went outside to the fountain to fill them with water, still listening to music with his headphones on. He couldn't hear any outside noise, so when he turned around to see Tsukishima leaning on the fountain he nearly flinched.

Thank god. It would've been embarrassing if I actually showed any emotion.

Tsukishima pointed to his own ear with one finger, indicating for Kou to take his headphones off. He slipped them off and hung them around his neck. "What do you want?" He asked bluntly, not caring if he seemed rude.

"I was wondering where my water bottle went. I figured you'd have it."

Kou looked next to him at the basket filled with several water bottles. He spotted one with the initials "T.K", grabbed it and handed it over to him. Tsukishima grabbed it and took a measly sip of water, still staring at Kou as he resumed to filling up the rest of the water bottles.

Kou noticed his lingering presence. He turned the faucet off while in the middle of filling of Suga's bottle.

"Can I help you with something?" He questioned, glaring at the blond from the corner of his eye.

The words held a caring connotation, but his voice did not.

Tsukishima's primal instinct was to deflect the rude behavior back at him. It was a reflex he naturally obtained, even if someone wasn't being particularly rude to him.

"Just wondering what the towel pervert of Karasuno is doing in the volleyball club." He casually fired back.

Kou's eye twitched in irritation.

Towel pervert? Great.

A new label for people to stick on me.

Weird hair kid, Buffoon, Worthless Brat, Girl–Boy, loner creep, bathroom ghost, the food–fight prince, Mickey Rourke, Ryusuke's mule, servant, Lacky, delinquent, troublemaker, Water boy,

and now "towel pervert" was added to the list.

He chose not to let it get to him. He wasn't going to let it happen that easy. Kou wasn't going to let the snarky blonde have the satisfaction of successfully pissing him off, so he maintained himself and acted unbothered.

"Towel pervert. How clever." He responded,
intentionally sounding unimpressed. He turned the faucet back on and let the bottle fill to the top.

Tsukishima wasn't going to give up that easily either. The boy's response only made him want to push further, just to see how much the cocky bastard could really take. He figured it would be more than he could handle, like most edgy jerks such as himself usually do.

He tried adding more fuel to the fire.

"It's a name well–suited for someone like you. Say, how many more creepy stunts are you going to pull until you get sent to juvy?"

Kou was underwhelmed. He figured he'd come up with something better to pick on him for. He tilted his head to the side and laid it on his shoulder, pretending he fell asleep at the blondes words while suddenly jolting himself back awake. "Snore..." he fake yawned. "Is that all you got? Boooriiiiing."