The Real World (Oikawa Tooru x Reader)

All over again

   It's been 2 years. You got over loosing volleyball, and your first love. You found someone else. Who made you more happier, and welcomed in his arms everyday. It was Kuroo, after the hole incident in high school Mari~Chan (your friend from volleyball and now your bff) started hating Oikawa. Also she gladly allowed Kuroo to be my bf by being the over protective 'mother' that she is.
   Unfortunately you and Kuroo were in different colleges, so he got envy sometimes when you had to work on a team project with some couple of guys. He would beg you to let him help. You and Kuroo had a good and pleasant relationship.
   But you and Oikawa on the other hand. Oikawa always tried to warm up to you. Take you out somewhere, befriend you. But you always acted cold towards him, just how he have been to you. He had his chance, and he totally blew it.
     Your father retired from playing volleyball, and had let you play it yourself again. He sweared to god that of something happens to you on the practice one more time he will go nuts.
    Now here you were, on the court. You are versing Kuroo's college girls volleyball team. It was a match point for your team and it was your serve.
    I relaxed, having the ball on my palm while breathing in and out. It was a miracle that you even got into this strong ass team. You looked at the ceiling then darted my eyes right in the center of the court. It was cold silence in the room, every team, every college, every person, wanted to win. Everyone's eyes where on the ball that you were holding. You slowly threw the ball up in the air, jumped making squeaky noise with your shoes and hit the ball. The hit was a little off but it didn't seem like it to anybody else. No one was there to receive the ball, but then...someone received it. Ugh their Libero. The ball was received but not to make a set. Their ace jumped and hit the ball, I ran from one side of the court to another, I put my palm where the ball wanted to land and brought it back up. I heard some of my teammates scream "good save" while fighting for the last point. We set up the ball once again, and our ace crushed the other team's block into pieces.

  It was like high school all over again, only this time. It will be without heartbreaks and tears.

Well at least I thought so....