Started with a Kiss || Iwaizumi Hajime

03

        "Can you be any more obvious?" A voice asks from behind you, startling you and snapping you out of your stupor. You don't have to look to know who that voice belongs to, but you do anyway. You frown at the setter leaning on the bench next to you, a grin slowly forming on his lips.

"What do you want?" You grumble. You know he's going to answer but a part of you hopes he doesn't. "Nothing. But it doesn't take a genius to figure out what you want. You've been staring at him like a dog stares at-" "Get out of here!" Oikawa ducks to evade the clipboard you swing at his head and practically skips away, leaving you with the fading sound of his snickering.

Oikawa has since stopped with his eyebrow wiggling, but he's found other ways to push your buttons. The more time you spend with the volleyball team, the more often you find yourself staring in the general direction of their ace. You wouldn't exactly call him a distraction, but there are times where you have to consciously force yourself to look anywhere but at him.

At this point, you can't even deny that you were looking at Iwaizumi. Oikawa has caught you checking him out more times than you can count on both hands this week alone. If being attractive was a crime, then Iwaizumi would be serving a life sentence.

"What does he have that I don't?" Oikawa sneaks up on you once again, but this time out of range of your clipboard. "Something about Iwa-Chan makes you tick, but you've never even looked my way." Even if the pout wasn't on his face, you can hear it in his voice. This time, you turn your whole body to face him and lock your eyes on his. "I'm looking at you right now."

His face slowly scrunches up into a frown. "That's not what I meant. How dumb are you?" "What do you want, Oikawa?" You begin to whine. You just want to be done with the whole situation. "If it makes you happy, I don't think you're unattractive. You're just not my type." Thankfully, this does seem to placate him a little bit, but the frown remains.

"Who is your type? Let me guess, Iwa-Chan." "Bingo. Now go help your team clean up, Captain."

~*~

Contrary to popular belief among the team, you don't actually hate Oikawa. He's just been poking you in the same area ever since you joined nearly three weeks ago. He started to drop off a little bit, but then you gave your number to Iwaizumi and that fanned the flames once again. You made a point to trade numbers with the rest of the team, including him, to shut him up. You needed to anyway.

This time when you find someone practicing late in the gym, it really is Oikawa. You've given him your lectures enough for him to know the drill. Normally you just go back to the club room to sort things out and leave him to do his own thing until he tells you he's leaving. But this time you can tell from how shakey his serves are and the look on his face that something is off, so you drop your stuff by the door.

"I'll only be a few more minutes, I promise." "That's fine. I don't have anything else to do, so I'm here if you want help. Unless you're serving. Then I'm sitting out." You say as you start kicking away the stray volleyballs on your side of the net so you don't trip on them. Oikawa just watches you for a few moments as you do so.

"Why are you here, (Y/N)-Chan?" His question catches you off guard for a second. You need to lock up after he leaves, he knows that. It takes you a moment to realize that he didn't mean that.

"Something's obviously on your mind. And despite what everyone thinks, no, I don't actually hate you. You're just a royal pain in the ass sometimes." Should he be impressed that you noticed, touched that you want to help, or offended that you called him a royal pain in the ass? He'll have time for all three later.

"I don't expect you to pour your heart and soul out to me or even say anything ,but I'm here to toss a ball back and forth for a little bit." Oikawa finally allows himself a smile. He shrugs and hits a ball over to you. "I guess you're not that horrible, (Y/N)-Chan." He hit the ball a little harder than he intended, but at least he got a laugh from watching you dive after the ball and hit your funny bone. You all but spike it back over to him.

"I mean, you aren't either, but we've already established that you're not my type so don't expect me to fall for you or your tricks. Or that fake ass smile you give everyone." "You're so mean to me, (Y/N)-Chan."