Imagination

12. Complications, Irritations

Oikawa

My eyes were fixated on the woman a couple meters away, talking to the one person that pushed all of my buttons at once. It took all of my morals not to go up there and rip her away from him, but I somehow maintained my urge with sheer will alone.

Iwa stood next to me, an annoyed expression on his face as well. But I don't think he was irritated at the fact that Miya was speaking with Kageyama, rather, he was pissed that we had lost the practice game to Karasuno. I was quite agitated about that as well, but it was just a practice match, so it didn't bother me too much.

However, now that my little protégé was speaking to the woman of my dreams, that definitely ticked me off. So much to the point that I had the want to slap his face harder than ever before. Probably even worse than when Iwa stopped me back in middle school.

I took a deep, concentrated breath, and calmed myself down. With that, I began to stride up to Miya, who looked like she was in mid-conversation with Kageyama. If I didn't rip her away now, I would have definitely regretted it later.

My palm softly landed on her shoulder, but the grip I gave wasn't as gentle. It made her wince a bit, and turn her head in my direction as soon as it made contact.

I stared down Tobio's impish face with a cruel smirk, using my hand to pull Miya's body away from him.

"I believe this is mine, Tobio Kageyama," I viciously seethed through gritted teeth, not losing the connection between our eyes.

"So you treat women like property now, how very becoming for someone like you," he responded with the same amount of irritation in his voice that I had. All I did was scoff at his remark, and attempted to pull Miya around with me.

Unfortunately, her hand swatted my palm off her shoulder, and I was met with a pinch to my side. Surprisingly, it hurt. A lot.

"Ow, Miya...! What was that for?" I whined angrily at her, receiving a cute pout from the woman. She puffed up her adorable cheeks, and pointed back at where Iwa stood.

"Go stand over there. I'm not done talking with him yet," she answered, making me scoff a little too loudly.

"Why do you need to talk with him?" I hissed, staring him dead in the eyes.

She just pushed me away, somehow actually getting me to move a couple inches.

"I won't be long, just wait for me, okay? We'll talk later, I promise."

I made an irritated "tch", and began to walk towards Iwa. "Sure, whatever."

With a dejected sigh, I trudged up to my best friend with a sour expression.

All he did was roll his eyes, and grabbed onto my shirt sleeve with annoyance.

"C'mon, let's go get changed. Miya said she'll talk to you later, didn't she?"

I scoffed once again. "But I wanted to talk with her now..." I grumbled, allowing myself to be yanked into the boys locker room.

"You really are hopeless," Iwa sighed in annoyance, and went to grab his messenger bag from his locker.

I smirked. "Hopelessly in love, yes."

Iwa turned, and looked at me with the ugliest face I had ever seen him make.

"No. You're hopeless in general. And idiotic too. Did I mention shitty as well?" He went on, just hurting my poor little heart more with each word that came out of his vile mouth

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?" I pushed out depressingly, slumped over in a corner.

"That was your decision, not mine!" He called out from the sink, the water not drowning out his words.