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twelve

Saturday, the following day.

Y/n had already unblocked Oikawa's number out of fear that he might show up to her house if she didn't respond to his messages. He had already provided a time the match started, but y/n only left him on read.

The match had started about 30 minutes ago, and here y/n was, still lying in her pajamas and sprawled out on her bed. She was really contemplating not going and avoiding him forever, but knowing him, he absolutely may just ring her doorbell in a couple of hours. That wouldn't be great, especially considering her dad was home today.

Y/n scratched at her head frustratingly then thought about the day before. And Ichika.

If Aoba Johsai was here for a volleyball match, why the hell was she here too? Was she a manager?

Y/n exhaled and buried her eyes in the sweaty crook of her inner elbow.

She remembered her time as their manager too, it was fun she thought. It was nice and convenient to see her (ex)boyfriend in action up close, and...

Her mind wandered back to yesterday, and the brunettes touch on her cheek. Her face was heating up again, and she quickly sat upright.

She was going to the game.

The game was about nearly done when y/n arrived. She stared at the entrance of the gym mindlessly, more focused on her thoughts of self-consciousness. Why the hell did she bother putting on mascara, blush, and lipgloss before leaving the house?

What the actual fuck was wrong with her? She almost turned around and went back home right then and there. Nonetheless, after a prolonged internal fight with herself, she finally stepped inside the gymnasium.

Taking a seat by herself on the small stadium, her eyes wandered the court until they finally landed on Oikawa. The way he played hadn't changed much from when she last saw him play, she thought. He still held a certain swagger in his movements and was cool. Anyone would think so. There was also the eventual provoking at the opposing team.

Although y/n did watch the brunette for some time, her eyes would unconsciously drift naturally towards a tall blonde. Most of the game, he would look so nonchalant about it that it made her giggle. Despite that, her eyes never failed to widen when he had his moments of seriousness, suddenly looking totally into the game. To y/n, the powerful look on his face felt electrifying. It almost made her want to stand up from her seat and scream his name in encouragement to keep doing his best.

...Eventually, the game had come to end with a win in Aoba Johsai's hands.

As the audience was leaving the seating area, y/n waited until most people had left before making her way down too. After descending the stairs, she deliberately walked slowly towards the court. She could feel her hands begin to sweat and her heart race just a little. She didn't know what Oikawa wanted to say to her, and maybe she didn't want to know after all. Maybe she'll just turn around right now and go back hom-

"Ow."

Y/n, walking mindlessly up until then, had bumped into the chest of someone significantly taller than her. Taking a step back, she looked up and was relieved to see someone other than Oikawa.

"Tsukishima."

"Hey, watch where you're going." He said.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"Why?"