❝I don't care what they say about us. What matters is that you're mine and not theirs.❞
────in which Michi Fujiyama tries
to deny her growing feelings for her
childhood ex-best friend
INCONSISTENT AESTHETIC
TOORU OIKAWA X FEM! OC
CALL IT WHAT YOU...
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‑ˏˋ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˊˎ‑
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 was a complete and total disaster with Shiratorizawa about to win their second set. Only six points away from a demolishing defeat, Michi cringed at the sight before her. The entire Seijoh team was propped up with their hands on their knees, breathing heavily. And their single saving grace was that Oikawa was out of the court, getting ready to serve the ball.
Michi stayed quiet and unmoving, watching his face. His eyes seemed dull and lacked the usual fire he had in them. His shoulders were slouched, his spine slack in his poor posture. Wringing her hands together, Michi couldn't deny the fact that he looked like hell. It was quite possible that he looked worse than when she had arrived.
Her theory was proven further when Oikawa randomly looked down at his hand, his fingers moving slightly as if he was trying to grab something.
Or someone.
The thought shook Michi to the core, but she forced the waterworks down into the depths of her consciousness. She forbade herself from crying all over again, especially when she barely had gotten control of herself just mere seconds ago.
"Oikawa!"
Both of them jumped at the coach's harsh yell, causing the ball to almost tumble from Oikawa's hands. He quickly recovered before spinning the ball. Tossing the ball in the air, the impact of his hand meeting the ball wasn't as loud as all of the other times. And Michi held her breath as the ball nearly went out of bounds.
It almost seemed as though everyone else in the gymnasium was holding their breaths as well. However, the breaths of anticipation were let out when it was called inbounds. Fujiyama returned her focus to Tooru, who had a nervous smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. The ball was tossed back to him when Iwaizumi stared him straight in the eye.
"Hey, you better not screw up like that again, or I'll headbutt your face in."
Michi half-expected Oikawa to make some kind of face, but when he merely said "Okay.", it caused Iwaizumi to whirl around after a moment of surprise. He pointed in the captain's direction. "Who the hell broke the dumbass?"
Kindaichi threw his hands up in confession. "Don't look at me. If anyone broke him, it would probably be Kunimi."
The said wing spiker whirled around to face the accusing middle blocker. "You asshole!"
Michi would have laughed at watching them tear each other apart, but she just couldn't ― for the life of her ― tear her gaze away from Oikawa. And before she knew it, she was stepping out onto the court, everyone's eyes on her.
