Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

13) Special

You are my special 😼

"I'm saying no. Flat out no—absolutely not."  You look up from your breakfast at Teruhashi, who was glaring at her boyfriend.

"Kitty why??" Bokuto whines, flopping his head dramatically onto the table.

"Bokuto-san, sit up we're at a restaurant." Keiji chimes in, making you smile. Kitomi shoots the setter a grateful look before focusing in on her boyfriend again, "I do not like him. I don't want to see him or introduce him to Y/N."

"Who?" You set your fork down, now interested. "Kuroo and Kenma, they're from Nekoma." Akaashi responds, "—Kenma is fine. I like Kenma, I despise Kuroo."  Teruhashi seethes.

"But whytyytssjssosksosisisi." The ace whines again, his entire being deflating.

"He gives me bad vibes and he's weird." She explains vaguely, "Well clearly Bokuto-san didn't tell you they're meeting us at the cafe. Did he?"

You nudge the boy, "Stop being a pot stirrer dude." He smirks, shrugging while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Koutarou!" She exclaims, crossing her arms. The boy laughs sheepishly, "Oh look!" He points to the two boys walking in.

"You are so dead later." She whispers as he gets up to greet them.

"And this is Y/N—L/N...L/N Y/N." You laugh at Bokuto's introduction of you and bow to the two boys, with one surveying you with a brow raised and the other staring at the floor.

"Nice to meet you both and you can call me Y/N."

"First name basis already, Y/N? Don't you think we're rushing things?" You chuckle, taking note of Teruhashi fake gagging off to the side.

"Please refrain from saying useless things Kuroo-san." Akaashi butts in, looking at him over his glasses.

The boy puts his hands up in defense, "My bad." He grins, taking a seat beside you. "You can call me Tetsurou since I call you Y/N."  He says, leaning on the table.

You sweat drop, "If you say so."

"Everyone calls her Y/N dimwit." Teruhashi snaps, pointing her spoon at him. "You're not special."

"Jesus! God forbid a boy catches a vibe, damn!" Kenma looks up, "Kuroo, please shut the hell up."

The middle blockers smile drops, "Kenmaaaa." He whines, snatching the device he's playing with. "Interact. Live in the moment. Order something. And then you can criticize my humor."

The shorter boy mimics him, sitting up straight but still staring at the table, his face scrunched into a glare.

"So..You're the famous canadian player, right?" You nod, "That's me. I wouldn't say famous though."

He shrugs, grinning, "Well you're well known enough throughout the boys and girl's volleyball world that I've heard of you."

"It's true Y/N." Bokuto chimes in, his mouth full. "Most of us knew who you were already before meeting you."

"Oh." You murmur, suddenly self conscious. "And I know you're friends with Kageyama because you guys were together a lot throughout nationals."

"So you were watching her? Totally not weird or creepy or anything." Teruhashi grumbles loudly, making Kuroo chuckle.

"It was hard not to watch," He shrugs, "She's the talk of the town."

"D1 glazer over here." Kenma mutters. You were taking a sip of water and almost spat it all out.

"Maybe." The rooster haired boy shrugs, "Or maybe she's just as special as everyone says she is."

"Bro is bouncing on it." Bokuto chimes in, cackling while pointing at him.