Haikyuu imagines

They get jealous- Osamu, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi

Osamu

You were at an after-party of an after-party-loud music, dim lights, bodies packed too close together. Oikawa had invited nearly every volleyball player he knew, which unfortunately included you.

You'd rejected some guy enough times to lose count.

And somehow, that only made him more persistent.

You stuck close to the team when you arrived, already scanning for escape routes. Every time his curls appeared in your peripheral vision, you shifted-slipping behind someone, changing rooms, pretending you needed a drink.

Osamu noticed immediately.

He leaned against the counter, watching you zigzag through the party like prey avoiding a predator, lips twitching.

"What's so funny?" you asked, catching him mid-smirk.

"Dodgin' G/n like he's contagious."

"Maybe," you shot back. "What's it to you?"

He chuckled, stepping closer and giving your head a light pat. "Nothin', doll."

You froze.

"...Doll?"

But he was already walking away, leaving you staring after him, heart doing something stupid in your chest.

The rest of the night, you felt Osamu's eyes on you-quiet, steady. He watched the way you avoided G/n, the way you never flirted back when others tried. It was almost amusing... almost painful.

Then a familiar voice slid into your ear.

"So we meet again, princess."

You grimaced. "Hi... G/n."

His hands settled on your hips before you could react, pulling you flush against him.

"I've been looking for you."

"Oh. Lucky me."

Across the room, Osamu's smile vanished. His gaze locked onto the hand gripping your waist, the way your shoulders tensed.

"I was just telling Osamu how great the party is," you said pointedly. "But where's G/n?"

Osamu looked up slowly. "Yeah," he drawled. "Where is he?"

G/n laughed, oblivious. "Aw, you missed me that much?"

He pulled you tighter. Too tight.

"G/n," you warned, "that's enough."

"One date," he insisted. "Just one."

"No."

"Why not-"

Something hit G/n's leg. Hard.

You stumbled forward-and immediately felt arms around you, steady and warm. Osamu had you on his lap before you realized what happened, one arm secure around your waist, his head dipping into your neck like it belonged there.

His eyes were sharp. Dangerous.

G/n got the message.

He muttered something and disappeared into the crowd.

Osamu didn't let go right away.

"...Thanks," you said softly.

He shrugged, gaze still following G/n. "Didn't like the way he touched ya."

You smiled, leaning just enough to brush a kiss to his cheek.

"Were you jealous?"

"Nope," he answered instantly.