Astray || iwaoi

finding rivalry

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"You useless big ass tree!" Shouted a seemingly squeeky voice. Guessing by the sound, it must be a short guy, with salmon hair, throwing a plastic broom to 'useless big ass tree', a typical sunday morning. Loud stomping followed by hurried small footsteps, whining and growling awake Oikawa from his slumber. Being used to that everyday commotion, he lays still, savouring each and every seconds of his Sunday morning– who could blame him though, tomorrow is a Monday.

Despite closing his curtains, properly at that, he finds himself covering his half lided eyes, as a few rays of sunshine sneaks its way in the small spots, reaching his eyes. He turns away, and being too lazy to actually sit up and pull his blanket, he uses his legs to bring the soft fabric up until his shoulders, half way there, the blanket falls off, so did a low growl falling off Oikawa's mouth.

As if being obligated to scour the deepest of the ocean to find new species of fish or being forced to do the hardest part of a team project (such an exaggeration from our drama queen), Oikawa sits up slowly and reluctantly, back muscles stretching, he groans in process. He finally pulls up the fabric (what he should have done from the start) and let his body flop on his bed. Half way to enter the world of cupcakes and rainbows, his voyage is interrupted by the loudest of whale cries, more commonly known as Yaku's laughter.

Oikawa sits up, overreacting his movements: he kicks his blanket around, like what a child would do when their mom wouldn't buy them a toy. His feet (he doesn't want to do an effort to slip his slippers) glides across the cold wooden floor, like a blade across ice, causing shivers to run through his body. It's not just the floor, the entire place is freezing cold? (According to our Oikawa). Realization strucks him as he (finally) opens his eyes, momentarily being blinded by the lightness of his room.

"Lev, I swear to gOD—DAMNIT!, DID YOU LEAVE THE WINDOWS OPEN AGAIN!" Oikawa asks cautiously, but his sentence ended in a screech as he sees, that yes, Lev did left the windows open, again.

"Tooru, keep your voice down." Yaku says, giving Oikawa a disapproving look, shaking his head in process. Oikawa feels his left eye twitch in annoyance, look who's talking!

Goosebumps rising across his arms, Oikawa almost blames himself for wearing such a thin t-shirt, emphasize on almost. The closer he gets, the chillier it becomes, fumbling with his hands for a second, he debates on whether to close the windows or keep rubbing his arms. He quickly releases his forearms and slammed the windows close. He shivers, harder this time; it racks his body and he has to grab a sweater, laying there nearby. He fully turns his body, facing the criminals that caused his body to freeze up.

"Oh look, another glorious morning!" He chirps sarcastically, giving Lev and Yaku an awfully cheerful smile.

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If one asks Oikawa if he likes children, he would immediately say yes. Afterall, he is a proud uncle of Takeru and a grand-king-big-brother, as Natsu calls him. So if anyone did ask that, he will be glad to answer. He also wouldn't mind taking care of a five year old stuck in an eighteen year old body, or as others may call him: Hinata, Shouyou or Dumbass (for a certain someone), you choose the nickname. Oikawa can deal with everyone, well almost everyone, except for the previously mentionned certain someone.

The person that Oikawa happen to see almost everyday when he (used to) practice in the national team's practices, that Oikawa encounters every sunday noon, that Oikawa will be seeing everyday starting this afternoon: Kageyama Tobio.