Oikawa Tooru was born a vampire and Iwazumi Hajime a werewolf, yet a fierce and steadfast bond has been formed between these two who couldn't be more different. Growing up together throughout the years it has grown into something far stronger and mo...
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~OIKAWA POV~
I sat in the weight room stretching. Sitting down I spread my legs and leaned to one side, then the other, then forward. I was just going through the motions. I couldn't help but let my mind wander, especially since Coach wasn't going to let me in the practice match until I had stretched "thoroughly".
Flashback
"Koba" I saw Iwazumi's eyes harden.
"Hi, what was it again?" ,Koba pretended to to gasp, "Oh yes! Iwa-chan". He modulated his voice to sound more like mine when he said it.
"Leave him be Koba" I turned my head over my shoulder, I knew he was just messing around but it could escalate.
"Fine fine, god forbid I piss off one of those wolves of yours" Koba walked passed Iwazumi bumping his shoulder. Thankfully Hajime had the good sense to ignore Koba, he was a punk was all. A punk who was pissed the wolves were accepting of me, relations between the species was at best a shaky peace.
"I'm going to go back to class, I'll see you later" I let my hand linger on Iwazumi's shoulder before I left to go back to class. I purposely avoided looking at him, I didn't want to see the hurt in his eyes.
End of Flashback
I never thought I'd say this but I was glad not to playing yet today. I was far from my best and how could I think of crushing my junior if I wasn't at my best. Not to mention if Iwazumi and I were on the outs it would make it a lot more difficult to get on the same wavelength for tosses and plays.
Then again he and I knew how to put bad feelings aside for a game, that being said it was just easier when there was no turmoil, that went for the entire team. I could always tell when teammates were fighting, their sync was off, except usually it wasn't me and Hajime. I was supposed to be the rock that held everything together, everyone except me was allowed to have off days.
I stood up hearing the shouts from the gym and the familiar squeaks of gym shoes on the gym floor and the smack of the ball hitting the court. I looked at the clock figuring Coach would let me in for at least the last few minutes of the practice match. He had too, I was the one who requested it.
When I stepped into the gym the girls started screaming. I gave them a dashing smile and wink, it was easy to let people adore me and easy for me to do things that encouraged that adoration. I think I needed that to get into the mood. I walked over to sit on the bench.
"Did you warm up extra? How is your ankle?" My coach huffed as I walked over.
"I'm fine" I gave him a light smile, I wish it was this easy to fake it to Hajime. I was feeling the adrenaline rush of the game course through me now.
Yes, this is what I need.
I needed to put my feet back on the court, clear my head and get my heart racing. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath and turning to the court. Karasuno looked formidable, I saw some familiar faces and some new faces, among them, Kageyama. I felt tunnel vision seeing his panicked face, the urge to completely demolish him rising up in me now. It was a childish and petty desire but it was a goal to chase none the less.
