It was their last match in Kitagawa Daichii, and everything depended on Oikawa.
Ever since Iwaizumi and him had separated ways, it was ten times harder to toss to him.
Not because Iwaizumi couldn't handle his tosses, but because Oikawa couldn't handle relying on a person he hated the most.
He wanted to toss to anyone but him, but as a true captain, he had to do what was the best for the team.
And it was a toss sent to Iwaizumi.
Oikawa was that kind of setter that could bring the best out of every spiker.
But still, it felt different with Iwaizumi, ever since the first time he had tossed to him. Even now, when they were strangers. Even now, they were in perfect sync, matching each other like two pieces of puzzle.
Now they were on their match point, and their libero received the ball, bringing it to Oikawa.
Oikawa focused on the ball that moved in slow motion towards his palms that were ready to toss it wherever he wanted to.
There was nothing on his side of the court for him than the ball, and Iwaizumi, who had his eyes wide, ready to jump.
Without a second thought, his fingers directed the ball towards Iwaizumi, who had already took a jump. The ball hit his palm just right and he slammed it down forcefully, not giving the opposite team a chance to react.
He landed with a sound of his trainers brushing of the court, and looked directly at Oikawa.
We won.
