"...Yeah." Hajime was crouching down, leaning both of his elbows on his knees. One hand had a condom between its fingers and another was leaning against his cheek, slightly stretching his lip upwards. Iwaizumi had a small blush across his cheeks and an embarrassed-looking frown.
"Iwa-chan... You can't do it at all!~" Oikawa sobbed in a babied voice, totally just teasing his childhood friend. The brunette was standing with his back to the ace, pretending to cry against a refreshed-looking Hanamaki.
"To be fair though, I didn't even know Hajime could pull that off. Good job, ace."
"You'd definitely get a 2nd place for that. Not first though. Far from first." Matsukawa held a thumbs up to his peer.
(Y/N) didn't even have to look at Iwaizumi to know his silence meant he was pissed off by the three other third years.
'...Cute.'
"What's that supposed to mean?! And stop with the damn fake-weaping, Shittykawa!"
Tooru pretended to cry again, moving from Takahiro and over to (Y/N). "Iwa-chan! You meanie!! That's not attractive at all! No wonder you're still single."
"...Tooru, didn't your last girlfriend dump you a while back 'cause you were too focused on volleyball..?" The (h/c) haired deadpanned.
"(Nickname)~! Don't pair up with Iwa-chan! I'll show you I can do much better." He gave the younger one a wink and took the condom from Iwaizumi.
Oikawa unbuttoned his white shirt and loosely let his tie hang around his muscular shoulders. He was reaching down to his belt, as if he was about to undo it and take it off. The condom was placed between his teeth as he had a playful expression at the Karasuno boy. "Nh~", he almost purred the sound.
"...Not that bad, Tooru."
'He got a pretty face. I can see why he got so many fans, but his personality can be a bit... unique of its own, I guess...'
(Y/N) looked away with a faint color of red across his face.
"Gross. What are you trying to pull off?"
"Wha- Even you too Maki? Don't side with Iwa-chan! I did it way better!!"
"Better my ass." The vice and Takahiro said in unison, clearly not impressed one bit by their captain.
Issei was holding up a double peace sign. "Eh, could've been better. You try too hard."
"Even you, too?!" The pinch server pouted offended.
"Um-... You did your best and we're having fun... Isn't that what matters..?"
Oikawa waved his hand in front of him. "No way, (Y/N). The reward of winning is to ask whatever favor we want from you! I'll show them I can win this~"
"Yeah. As long as (Y/N) agreed with doing the favor. Something I doubt he'll approve to anything you're gonna suggest." The meme duo of Seijoh bluntly reminded the brunette in simultaneously.
"Hey, Issei. I bet you a cheese-filled hamburg steak on you can beat Oikawa." Hanamaki lightly elbowed the fellow third year in the side, amused.
"One cheese-filled hamburg steak it is. Ready your money."
The guy didn't even take a condom as he went over to (Y/N) like a man with a mission.
"So? What do you say, (Y/N)? I bet I can be lots of fun." Issei took his 'victim's' (s/c) hand in his own and slid it up under his shirt.
(Y/N)'s face exploded in red. Matsukawa's muscles could clearly be seen without touching them, but the boy couldn't help tracing the well-built overbody.
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Fanfiction(Haikyuu X Trans FTM Reader) // (Y/N). First year at Karasuno High and a volleyball enthusiast. He wasn't anyone major, nor special and his friends were a bunch of unique oddballs. Other than being a completely normal teenager, he had one secret. T...
