Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

6) Number

"Harder!"

"I'm trying!!"

"Come on!! Harder!  Push your limits!!"

Panting, you rest your hands on your knees.

"One last ball!" Tooru tosses the ball to you, and you reluctantly swing your arms into the object.

He sets it high, and you approach the ball and smack it down the line.

A series of whoops and cheers follows. You collapse on the gym floor, your hands over your eyes.

"Fuck you." You lift up your hand, middle finger pointed in his direction.

He grabs it with one hand, the other finding your wrist.  He yanks you up, "You did great. Who's going to beat 33 good spikes in a minute?"

You wipe the sweat off your face with your shirt, "Hopefully no one. I'm beat."

Combined practices, now open to the seniors, had begun and they were brutal.  Conditioning is always included, but now they were adding competitions that Tooru had to win.  Though it was pushing your limits and you were teetering on the edge of exhaustion, you liked being his partner and you loved how competitive he is.

You two were almost unstoppable, with, oddly enough, Mad dog and Sasaki being close behind you guys in every challenge. Mira and Iwaizumi just couldn't cooperate because all the redhead did was antagonize the boy.  And all the poor ace did, was fall for it.

During two v twos, Tooru grabbed your ear and you huddled up.

"Ow." You whined, but listened nonetheless.

"When Iwa-chan has to pass a ball he always steps with his right, which will make him slow if you tip it right behind him on his left side." You nod, thoughtful, "Mira's bad at using her hands to receive and it's easy to tool her." His eyes light up, and he grins, "I could kiss you right now."

"We're both gross and sweaty, please don't." He laughs, settling on pinching your cheek instead.

"Let's kick their asses."

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"What if we ordered you a custom pink robe instead?" You ask, laughing through your words.

Oikawa gasps, "Oh my god, yes!!" You giggle at his tone, "And we can bedazzle the cap!"

"Omg girl. You know I can't resist bedazzled things!!" He practically squeals, hitting your arm.

"It's gonna be so gorgtastic!" He exclaims again, pulling open the side door of the school, "Hi Mrs. D." The setter switches his voice back to normal, making you snort, trying to hold in your laugh.

"Yes, thank you." He finishes up a moment later, grabbing the cyan robe, "Have a great day." He shoots her a wink, turning toward you with a grin and opening the door.

"You are such a little flirt." You push him with your shoulder, "Flirting with all ages huh?"

He raises a brow, "I guess I'm not as picky as I thought."

You shove him again, both of you laughing. Once you get in the car, you reach back for your seatbelt, turning back around to buckle it when he captures your face between his two hands.

"Rrm." You giggle, your face smooshed. He leans in and kisses your smooshed together lips, slowly easing his hands down to rest comfortably on your jaw and your shoulder.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss and beginning to lean over the console. You go to move in toward him but your seatbelt is holding you in, laughing as it restrains you, he swiftly breaks the kiss to reach down and unbuckle you. Only fumbling for a moment before you're free, and he connects with your neck.