Haikyū!! X Male reader

Aoba Johsai + Male Reader

WARNING: physical violence.
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Oikawa Tōru. You remember him, setter from Kitagawa Daiichi who won Best Setter Award in his third year. You're team played against him back in junior high and you couldn't help but admire him as a fellow setter. You've never got any awards, though, but you thought you were pretty decent. After a couple of the other first years introduced themselves it was your turn, "Uh, (L/N) (Y/N), setter." You bowed a little before standing straight again. After introduction, it was time for a little practice match. The enemy team started, some pink haired dude serving. "(L/N), let's see what you can do," a third year received the serve.

You got under it before jumping up, hands in position, catching the ball and bending your back a little to send to the ball to the same third year. Slamming the ball down, the opposite teams blockers were a little slow and couldn't block it in time. The third year turned to you, "Nice work. Although," 'Oh god he's going to tell me to quit and never come back. My life is over. Goodbye, cruel world.' "It was a little high. Next time try to send it lower, okay?" You snapped out of your over-thinking thoughts, "Um, okay." 'Man i have to stop doing that.' You thought to yourself, getting back to your spot. It was your teams turn to serve, a second year that honestly looked like a hedgehog did a overhand serve.

'Man, I really need to start remembering names.'
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'One on one practice with the captain? Damn, my life really couldn't be any better.' Still coughing from the water in the wrong organs, you stopped for a second to reply, "Yeah, okay." Sounding raspy from continuously coughing, he patted you on the back before leaving. You hit your chest a couple times, hoping that it'll solve your coughing fit. Your shirt was wet at the collar and you were glad that it wasn't white, that would've been more embarrassing. Thankfully practice was over, it would've been weird to play with a wet shirt, although it would probably be more uncomfortable. 'Hm, weird or uncomfortable? Weird, uncomfortable. Weird, uncomfortable. Or are they the same? I guess to some people they are.'
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"(L/N)! Nice toss!" Your captain slapped you on the back a couple times. You were practicing 3 on 3s with the rest of the of the team (your captain of course choose you) and he just spiked your toss, earning you the point and win. You beamed, "Thanks." You picked up your water bottle before making sure no one was going to slap your back. See the coast in clear, you took a swing before immediately feeling someone hit your back, "(L/N), nice tosses, man!" Catching yourself before you choke again, you looked at the third year responsible for your choking tendencies before spitting a stream of water at him (he wasn't amused in the slightest, but - almost - everyone else was).

Cleaning up the gym wasn't the fun-est, but you were on duty with Oikawa and it was the best time to ask to practice with him. "Hey, um, Oikawa?" You tapped his shoulder. He stopped mopping before turning to look at you. "Can you help me with my sets? Any advice?" You were so happy to finally talk to him, you never had much of a chance to ask him before, but now you could. Having your volleyball idol teach you how to set? It was a dream come true. Hell, standing near Oikawa was enough to make you happy, maybe you can an autograph after you're done? You could brag about how you got Oikawa Tōru's autograph AND got to practice with him. Although no one you know cares about volleyball as much as you.

Oikawa hated it. He hated how you got more praise than him from the captain, how the captain clearly favors you. You could beat him one day, you could throw him away the moment you could, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The team would make him a bench warmer because of you. It reminded him of how Kageyama replaced him. How Kageyama was younger than him and already better than he was. He worked hard for this spot, and here you were, trying to steal from him. You were going to replace him. He didn't want that. He couldn't have that. He will not have that happen to him again.

Being slapped hurts, it hurts more when they play volleyball for fun. It hurts especially when it's your idol, someone you looked up to, someone who could do no wrong in your eyes. Someone who was supposed to teach you. It hurt. A lot more than it should.

You looked up at Oikawa from the ground, holding your cheek with your hand with tears falling. He looked just has shocked as you. You sat there. Your idol, the one you looked up to most, the reason you became a setter, just hit you. You quickly got up and run out of the gym, bumping into Iwazumi. He couldn't get anything out before you ran away from him, holding your pained cheek while trying not to sob. Running into the changing room you grabbed your stuff before bolting it home. You didn't need people knowing you were crying, you could honestly care less about the pain (it still hurt like a bitch, though), it was more being hit by someone you looked up to so much.