Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

34) Stuck

23-24, your hands rest on your knees as you turn your head to read the score. It was the other teams match point but luckily, it was your teams serve and you wouldn't have to worry about receiving those crazy floats and topspin's those girls did.

Mira sends a nice serve over but the other team picks it up, making a simple and easy pass to the setter.  The setter sets the outside who hits it down the line at Sasaki, she picks it up easily but now the team is out of system and Kitomi is forced to set.

She makes a nice high and easy pass to the outside position, where you're waiting for a swing.

You glance forward at the two huge girls waiting to stuff you, and as you approach the ball your intuition tells you to swing cross as you see Kit drifting toward the middle.

You shake your head mentally, thinking she'll pick it up easily or you'll hit it too hard cross and it will be out of bounds.

With a split second left to make a decision you roll it into the middle of the court, hoping to catch them off guard in the hole of their defense.

Despite it being relatively open, Kit flies in and  picks it up, a perfect pass to the setter.

A blur of the ball whizzes by after that, as the setter ran an extremely fast quick with the outside.

A loud whistle sounds throughout the gym, signaling the end of the second set.

"Fuck." You hiss, pushing your fly a way hairs back into your braid.

Sasaki jogs over, her hand meeting your back and she pats gently. "That's okay, we've got the next set—no worries!"

You sigh, smiling at her and the rest of the team, "Yeah."

Takara doesn't walk over to you, and a pit settles in your stomach. You played it safe again, and against a team like that it bit you in the ass.

I'd rather play it safe than mess it up for the team off a stupid swing.

- - -

"L/N-san! L/N-San can we have a few moments of your time?!" A pretty reporter runs over to you, her long brown hair trailing behind her.

The click of her heels comes to a halt as she stops in front of you, the mic immediately moving toward your face.

"Great game today," She began, "You had some impressive plays out there."

You recall your media training from
your beach days and smile and nod, "Thank you, we gave it our all."

The reporter smiles, a little too wide and you sense you gave her an easy segway into her first point.

"I noticed a particular play during the second set," You hold your composure, but your mind was cursing this woman and her perfectly glossed lips.

"The last play of that set, you had a clear cross court shot around the block, but you chose to roll it instead." You mentally scramble through the excuses lined up, hoping for the best and most vague answer.

"Why is that?" The words leave her mouth and you take a moment to chuckle at her question, looking at her instead of the camera.

"I was simply going with the flow of the game. Following my instincts."  You successfully make a vague comment and are about to excuse yourself when she inserts herself again into your line of vision, shoving the fluffy mic into your face.

"Could you elaborate further on that?" You mentally pull your hair and scream and jump up and down and stomp loudly before responding.

"I saw that the opposing team had a solid triple block already set up, and my lib, Kitomi, had set me the ball so she wouldn't have been there to cover like usual." You take a breath, your bullshit gears turning. "And as for the mental aspect it wouldn't have been strategic to full swing as being shut down blocked would have set a negative tone for the next set."