Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Five;; Wrath||Yachi

    “You!” Yachi snarled, jamming her finger into Oikawa's chest, “What the hell are you doing here?”

    “Oh, hello down there,” Oikawa jeered. “You shouldn’t be so hostile. I was invited, after all.”

    “You had the audacity to accept?”

    “Why wouldn't I?”

    “Unbelievable! You're such an arsehole! You think you can stroll in here after how you’ve treated Kageyama over the years?”

    Oikawa smirked as he gazed down at the small girl. “I know I can.”

    “Get out! You're not wanted here,” she snapped as she attempted to shove him out the door. Her hands pressed against his toned chest and she couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped from her full, pink lips. While she expected him to be well built like all the Karasuno players were, she had never touched any of their bodies before and the sensation was foreign and new and nice. His abs were rock hard and tensed under her fingers as he took a step back with a scoff. He glared down at her hands that still hovered where his body was seconds prior. Yachi raised her pointer finger to his face, shaking it in anger as she spoke.

    “I hate you! We all do!”

    “Hate is a strong emotion, shortcake,” Oikawa said as he shifted his weight to one side, resting his hands on his hips.

    “You're so… so pompous! With your air of superiority and y-your smug aura!”

    “While I appreciate the effort you're expending on these insults, I'm sure you could do better.”

    “Listen here, you jerk,” Yachi growled, forgetting her anxiety as she invaded his personal space. “You think you can just come here wearing that cheap outfit with your stupid smirk and your bad attitude and your-"

    Oikawa sighed loud enough to cut her off. Waiting until he was certain she'd remain quiet, he spoke, “I can guarantee this ensemble wasn't cheap, but it would be a waste of my time. I mean, look at you. It's evident which of us is the cheap one here. It's been nice talking to you, but I have better things to do.”

    “Go ahead and leave, Oikawa-san. I doubt anyone would notice your absence. I'm sure your invitation was extended only as a mere courtesy.”

    “What a small, sassy child you are. Honestly-” the setter grinned as he pat Yachi on the head, “-your team would be so disappointed in you. I'm an honoured guest at this event. You should treat me with respect.”

    “I'll treat you with respect once you earn it!”

    “How mature.”

    “That’s rich coming from you. You owe Kageyama an apology for every interaction you've ever had with him. You owe all of Karasuno!”

    “My patience is wearing thin. I didn't come here to speak to you, whoever you even are. Where's your-”

    “Yachi Hitoka!”

    “Do you mind? Don't speak over me again.”

    “Maybe if you didn’t talk constantly just to hear your own voice, I wouldn't need to.”