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⇢ ˗ˏˋ  TAKING WHAT'S NOT YOURS. :: tv girl.

|| "WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!" YOU YELLED AT KAGEYAMA AS YOU BOTH PLAYED OVERCOOKED. "I HATE YOU AND THIS GAME, GO WASH THE DISHES AND SUPPLY ME THE FOOD I TOLD YOU I WAS IN CHARGE OF COOKING," he frantically said as he jumped up and down in anger. "NO MORE FORTNITE FOR YOU AFTER THIS," you aggravatedly reciprocated, same tone and everything. You could hear your mom shout from her room, "IF YOU GUYS DON'T CALM DOWN-"

"Okay, let's calm down or we're cooked," you both whispered at the same time while still frustrated playing the game. Overcooked was basically Papa's Pizzeria (or any Papa's Games) except multiplayer and ten times more stressful especially if you had no sense of teamwork. The Kageyama siblings... if he was the titled as the King of the Court, it was expected your friends gave you a similar and meaner nickname. You shuddered at the thought, but it was undeniable you were a control freak.

The two of you grew quiet and recalled your assigned roles. You resumed your duty and trusted Tobio to handle making the meals, but... did it matter? No, you guys had run out of time. You lost anyways. "I hate you."

"I hate you more," you mumbled to your younger sibling. While you collapsed on the couch annoyed, your brother followed suit, making the same grunt as you. He grabbed his phone and you decided social media wasn't a bad move.

You picked yours up too and was greeted by Sugawara's sweet smile when you opened Instagram. A dreamy sigh left you, and you asked your brother, "So when's your next match?" He made a face, "Since when do you care? I swear... you used to make fun of how I looked in my volleyball uniform and now you want to go to all my matches..." Your countenance shifted in distaste, for you had been relying on his denseness to not realize anything.

A pout settled on your face, "I just decided I really like volleyball. Seeing your matches inspired me, Tobs! You're actually good at the sport now that you aren't a self-absorbed prick."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, pretty sure I hate you more." His eyes drifted back to his phone. "Hm? I got a dm from he who must not be named."

"Don't Tom Felton me, bro. Drop Harry Potter it's almost going to be twenty years, bro," you mumbled, not understand the reference. He scoffed and practically shoved his phone in your face, "No, I mean Oikawa."

"Yuck. Ugh. OH MY GOSH, I forgot to tell you that he messaged me too. Still a bully apparently. I think he was dared to talk to me, probably you too," you mumbled, fed up with your brother's middle school bully. Of course, he was childish even now since people like him don't change. You recalled how his natural good looks and charisma made every girl head over heels for him; in all honesty, you were one of those girls until you saw how he treated Tobio. It diminished any crush you had on him and replaced it with petty dislike.

"I'm going to answer it."

"Don't," you groaned, placing a hand on your eyes as if faint, but undoubtedly, you quickly jumped to your brother's side on the couch and smiled. "Let me see!" you eagerly chirped, desperate for any gossip. He didn't fight how you wanted to share the phone screen, and he knew better than to deny you gossip. You had established long ago that whatever Tobio knew, you also knew. Secrets weren't allowed... from Tobio at least. He was too dumb to even notice if you were lying.

tooru
i text in peace 🙏
ignore our previous dms. that was js mandatory hating...

Your eyes quickly drifted upwards to where the third year had dm'ed the first year a year back just saying, "nu unh" to everything the younger one had said, which was just asking for volleyball advice. "What should I say..." he mumbled and you smacked the back of his head lightly. "Wait for him to continue by leaving him on seen obviously," you said in a scoff.