Winner [Haikyu!! x OC] (Completed)

Victory (Oikawa's POV)

24-20.

Set point against Ushiwaka.

No.

Against Shiratorizawa.

And not just set point, but set point with a comfortable lead.

However, comfortable lead or not, the pressure I feel on my shoulders is nearly overwhelming. Ushiwaka and the Guess Monster are breathing down my neck. Their annoying first-year has flames in his eyes that are singing my skin.

I grit my teeth and look at Iwa, gaining strength from his solid determination. It puts a wall between me and the pressure from the other side of the court. I will not be crushed by the weight of their gaze.

Shiratorizawa sends in their pinch server, Semi Eita. His serve is tricky. We'll have to stop him as soon as possible.

"You might want to move your eyes elsewhere, Guess Monster," I toss the words behind me without turning around. "They might get stuck there, and then you'll look even more like a monster than you already do."

"Hmmm? Not all of us can be as sickeningly pretty as you, Oikawa-kun," the Guess Monster drawls. "Does my monster face scare you, pretty little setter?"

"I'd say my looks are serving their purpose when you can't keep your eyes off me, Monster-chan. You and Ushiwaka both."

I spare a side-eyed glance at Number Eight. "And bowl-cut over there."

Number Eight growls audibly at me, and I smirk.

"Oikawa, cut the trash talk and focus!" Iwa yells at me.

Semi's serve comes rocketing over the net before I have time to pout. It's aimed at the space right between our back row players.

"Watacchi!" I shout.

Our faithful libero maneuvers his body in front of the incoming serve, popping the ball into the air.

And over the net.

"Chance ball!" comes the cry from Shiratorizawa.

Watari curses.

"Good get, Watari-kun!" Lily calls from the bench. It's what she says whenever we don't touch the ball perfectly, but we don't let it fall to the court.

I love how she celebrates our victories, no matter how big or small. That said, I'm determined to give her a much bigger victory to congratulate us for. Right now, in this rally.

I run to the net as Shiratorizawa returns the ball to their setter. The toss goes up to the left where Ushiwaka is approaching.

So predictable.

Iwa and Kindaichi pull together on either side of me.

"We shut him out right here!" Iwa calls. "3, 2, 1!"

The three of us jump in unison.

I channel all my strength, anger, pride, and need into my fingertips. I don't care if he's one of the top three aces in the nation. He's not getting past this.

The ball slams against Kindaichi's hand, flying into the air above the back of our court.

"Nice one touch!" The yell is from me, and also from all around me, echoing in my ears.

Watacchi receives the ball, this time passing it right up to me.

Perfect. My teammates are approaching on both sides.