Haikyuu One shots

~Pressure (Iwaizumi Hajime)~

I poked my head inside the gym, my eyes scanned the room then landed on the two people I was looking for, Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

"(f/n) -chan!"
" Hi (f/n)."

They greeted as I walked to their direction, waving my hand.

"You guys left your homework," I informed.

"Oh."
"Okay."

A sigh escaped from my lips.

My job's finished, time to go home!

"I'll be going now."

"Aww." Oikawa pouts. "Please stay, it's been awhile that you haven't watched us practice."

I raised my eyebrows at him. He knew very well why I rarely watch them practice. I mean, why would I want to stick around some bunch of fangirls who's shrieks are going to make me deaf.

As if on cue, a fangirl shouts at the top her lungs, gaining the attention of Oikawa.

A smile was on his lips as he waved at the fangirls on the bleachers, making them squeal loudly.

"Oi Trashykawa, don't get distracted!" Out of annoyance, Iwaizumi slaps the back of his head.

"(f/n), Iwa-chan is so mean!" He points accusingly at Iwaizumi who's eyebrows are furrowed together.

A tiny giggle escaped from my mouth.

Well, I do miss watching practice so I might just endure those fangirl shrieks.

"I'll stay and watch."

Oikawa's eyes sparkled, clearly happy with my response.

"(f/n)!" He runs to me with his arms open, ready to attack me with a hug.

As usual,Iwaizumi grabs him by the collar and starts to drag him away.

"We still have to do our warm-ups, trashykawa."

Earphones on, I headed towards the bleachers where I might encounter the death of my sense of hearing.

"Ne, Oikawa is so handsome!" A fangirl whispers to a girl beside her,  eyes brimming with adoration.

"I know right! He could just hit me with that serve and I wouldn't mind. " she sighed dreamily.

I had to take out my earphones from time to time, clarifying whether if I'm hearing things right.

Damn, they are one thirsty fan group.

The sky, once blue is now a shade of orange. Most of the fangirls have left gym as the team readied themselves to leave.

I guess it's time to leave.

"(F/n)?" I hear Iwaizumi call out to me as I was about to head out.

"Yes?" I asked, turning to his direction.

Pink-cheeked, he clutched the bag on his shoulder tightly. He cleared his throat then adverts his eyes from my direction.

"I'll walk you home," he bluntly states as he rubbed the back of his neck. Right behind him was Oikawa, who was smirking the whole time.

"(f/n)?"

His eyebrows creased together in worry, probably because of the expression on my face.

"Oikawa's acting weird," I pointed out.

"How?"

I felt myself sigh as pointed right behind him.

"Take a look for yourself."