highkey | tobio kageyama ✮⋆˙

oikawa's accomplice

reina's pov (the girl who fought y/n 😐)

"alright, i'll be going back to my class now." yuko nudges me as we walk beside the corridor of her classroom.

"so early? i haven't seen you the past 3 days yuko!" i exclaim, looking at my watch to see that there were still 15 minutes till class started.

yuko was already walking towards the classroom door, "relax, i'll see you after school, right?" she turns around.

i give her a smile, waving, "okay, see you later!" greeting her goodbye as she walks to the upper staircase. after that, i decide to take a short stroll around the corridor, having nothing else to do.

the corridor was rather quiet and peaceful, probably because everybody else was in the canteen. clasping my juice box in my hand, i head over to the nearest trash can that was beside the janitor's closet. i hear the thud of it hitting the bottom of the can, and that's when i notice the locker door was slightly open.

as i'm about to walk away, the door suddenly swings open and a large pale hand reaches for my forearm, immediately i get dragged into the closet and the door shuts behind me.

when i look up, a hooded face is staring down at me, and i start to walk backwards. to my dismay, my back hits the surface of the cold metal door.

immediately, the person pulls his hood down, and it unveils a tall guy with brown wavy hair. i feel like i'm about to freak out, he puts a finger on my lip to shush me and there's a friendly look on his face.

"i'm so sorry, no need to freak out okay?" he puts his hand out to me, trying to befriend me. instead, i push his hand away awkwardly and my hand reaches for the doorknob behind me.

"hey!" his eyes widen as he sees me reach for the door knob, "i'm here to talk to you about something okay? i swear i'm not here to harm you." he quickly explains himself.

slowly taking my hand off the door knob, i look up to take in his features. he was definitely taller than me, and from what i can tell, there's definitely something about him that seems familiar.

"okay." i mutter, my hand reaches down to play with the hem of my skirt. i decide to stare somewhere else rather than his face, it was making me nervous. the drawstrings on his grey hoodie were my place of target, "who are you?" i ask.

as he messes up his hair, he introduces himself, "i'm oikawa tooru." he smiles, and he looks at me as if i'm supposed to applaud for him or something.

my face scrunches up, "nice to meet you? i'm reina shiki..." i introduce, and i awkwardly raise my hand, and we exchange a very forced handshake. "so umm- why are you here?" i ask, barely audible.

i see him reach into his pocket to grab his phone, and when he does he shows me a picture of a girl i could recognise from miles away.

"do you know this girl?" he holds the screen right to my face, and i stare for a good 3 seconds.

"yeah i do..." i answer, and then when i look at the photo again the question hits me, "hey, why do you have a picture of her?" i snatch the phone, seeing that he had a picture of l/n in our sports hall.

"no time for questions. do you hate her?" he suddenly asks.

"huh?"

he bends down to look at me eye to eye, "i know you had a fight with her, 3 days ago." he says, as if that piece of information was some threat.

"who are you?" my voice starts to raise in volume.

"i just know." he smirks.

my eyes start to dart around the room as his smart grin doesn't falter. "you're the one that started it right?" he continues, moving the slightest bit closer to me.

"started what?" my face flushes and feel a bit claustrophobic, i back away from him again, screaming out as the reality hits me that i'm trapped in a closet with some creep who's trying to interrogate me about a teenage girl.

"you know what i'm talking about." he states, and for once he actually looks serious, "why do you hate l/n?"

a bit baffled by his curiosity of why i hate some teenage girl, i propose, "if i answer, will you let me go?" i ask back.

"soon." he quips.

i sigh, "you can't tell anyone." i look down to my feet, feeling my face flush up in pink. "okay." he agrees, but i point out my pinky finger to him, "promise." he nods his head, and interlocks his pinky with mine, even stamping our fingertips together.

tip toeing, i put my lips near his ear and he bends down slightly, "i have a crush on tsukishima." i whisper.

"the tall skinny blonde one?" oikawa's stands up straight again, and his face suddenly twists in a weird way.

"yeah? you know him?" i ask, smiling.

"even kageyama is a better option..." he rolls his eyes.

"ew. why would i wanna date kageyama?"

"true, i don't like him either." oikawa confesses, "but.. what does tsukishima have to do with l/n, and why you hate her?"

"you're being too invasive."

"don't tell me, then i won't let you go." he reiterates, putting his finger right over the door lock as he holds eye contact with me.

i sigh, immediately looking away from him," cause i like tsukishima and tsukishima likes l/n?" i say as if that's not the most obvious thing in the world.

"oh okay." he nods, "does she like him back?"

"i don't know..." i shrug.

i hope not.

"okay but, you know kageyama right?" he asks, and the fuzzy image of that kid pops into my head.

"the weird quiet one with anger issues?" i vaguely describe. oikawa then reaches into his pocket yet again, showing me a picture, "this is them together."

"what?" i say aloud. leaning in closer, i look at the never-before seen picture of presumably kageyama and l/n. i had never seen them interact before ever in school, not even in biology class when they were sitting next to each other.

as i'm trying to process this, oikawa takes his phone back and starts asking me more, "okay but do they talk in school, at all?"

"no, i don't think so. l/n talks to everyone but him." i recall, putting a finger under my chin.

"see that's the thing. they talk outside of school but not in school at all." oikawa points out, "isn't that kind of weird?"

"i mean yeah? but kageyama and l/n are like two different people. one's popular and one's a los-"

"i wanna ask you something." he cuts me off, and suddenly i see him putting his hands together a bit nervously, "could you help me... spy on the two of them?" he asks, and i feel taken aback at such an odd request. "and why would i do that for you?" i ask suspiciously.

"because i need help." he simply states.

i reply back, "you do."

"no, not like that." he shakes his head, but a determined expression  is plastered on his face when he looks straight at me, "listen? i don't like kageyama, okay? and you don't like l/n. maybe this is nothing, but it's worth a try, right?"

"a try?" i'm stuck on those two words.

"you're the one who's in this school, and you have- a problem with one of them." and then he proceeds to add, "and you also find the other weird. but anyway, this may not seem like something on the surface, but i have a feeling about this. and if we find something, we have leverage on the both of them." he states.

suddenly, this doesn't sound like such a bad idea.

the nail in the coffin, "potential dirt on them." he finishes, and then he asks the final question, "you in?"

i roll my eyes, "okay fine, i'm in i guess."

AUTHOR NOTE

i don't even know what to put here hi