Oikawa Tooru: Treat

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A/n: thought of a crappy plot that I decided I should write...

"TOORU!" you yelled out angrily, "GET OFF MY LEG!"

Oikawa continued to whine and make inhuman noises as he threw a tantrum. You were on your way to the gym, actually right in front of the door, when all of a sudden, HE came out of nowhere. Now you're probably wondering what happened to make this happen, well, let the explanatory paragraphs explain.

It all started when the girls volleyball team didn't accept you. No, you didn't suck at volleyball, it's just that the girls are on a whole different/higher level than you, so that's why you didn't get in. Determined to play volleyball, you turned to your friend Iwa-chan! You asked him if you could play/practice volleyball with him and the team. Since you were using your cute face that Iwaizumi couldn't say "no" to, he had to accept. Squealing happily you hugged him and ran to your home, since the conversation happened at the end of the day. At your house you decided you should make treats for Iwa-chan and give them everyday to him before practice as a 'thank you', since he was being nice and letting you practice with them. He may not eat the treat, but hey! It's the thought that counts right?

And so it began. Every day (except Monday) you gave treats to Iwa-chan. The team didn't seem to mind, but Oikawa did. Oikawa was jealous that his friend was getting treats from YOU, and YOU weren't giving any treats to HIM. One time, while you weren't looking, Oikawa stole your dessert, which was treats you'd make for yourself or other people. After eating it, Oikawa thought that it was way better than what his fangirls would make him and he wanted more. But now seeing you giving treats to Iwaizumi made him VERY jealous.

And now we are here; Oikawa throwing a tantrum. Thank goodness no one else was around, otherwise you would have died from embarrassment.

"TOORU! GET OFF MY LEG!" you screeched.

"NO! NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE ME TREATS LIKE HOW YOU DO FOR IWA-CHAN!" yelled Oikawa.

He then continued on with his whining and inhuman noises. "For the love of- IWAIZUMI HAJIME!!" you shouted.

A head then popped out of the gym doors and then Iwaizumi came out. "What's the problem?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"This alien over here doesn't want to let go unless I make him treats like how I make you treats." you responded.

Iwaizumi then sighed in annoyance, a dark aura surrounded Iwaizumi as he said, "Oikawa, get the f**k off (y/n)'s leg."

But Oikawa kept on whining and whining. Sighing again Iwaizumi turned and faced you (although you were glaring at Oikawa), "Speaking of the treats, what did you make me for today?"

Looking up at him you replied, "Oh, I made some milk bread and put some jam my grandma made for me in a tiny container for you to use, I also included a plastic butter knife."

Once Oikawa heard the words 'milk bread' he started to whine even louder and thrash around.

Hearing Oikawa whining louder pissed off Iwaizumi even more,"Dammit Tooru! Why won't you shut up?!" said he.

Oikawa then whined "I WANT THE MILK BREAD! I WANT THE MILK BREAD!"and continued to say that over and over again.

"Just give it to him." groaned Iwaizumi.

"But this was meant for you!" you protested.

"As long as he shuts up, I'm okay with it." growled Iwaizumi.

You then reached into your bag and pulled out a (f/c) box with a (2ndf/c) ribbon. "You're such a baby..." you grumbled, "Here." you said coldly as you handed the box to Oikawa.

Oikawa's face then lit up and he immediately stopped whining. He stood up and tackled you into a bear hug.

"Thank you (y/n)!" he said cheerfully.

"You're welcome, Tooru." you growled.

He then got up and ran into the gym with flowers and sparkles following him.

"Thank God that's over..." said Iwaizumi as he rolled his eyes, he the turned to you and offered a hand (cuz you were on the ground cuz of Oikawa), "Ready to practice?" he asked.

You then nodded, "Yeah... ready."

A/n sorry if anyone besides the reader is OOC

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