Cheer practice was terrible the next day. Your legs were sore an hour in, and your face hurt from holding an enormous smile on it for the duration of every cheer you did.
When you finally got a break, you leaned against Azumi and pulled out your phone, opening Instagram. The first picture on your feed was a photo of Seijoh's boys' volleyball team, captioned "We may have been defeated, but we'll come back stronger than ever in the Spring Tournament!" You rolled your eyes, spotting Oikawa in the picture. He was the only one not looking at the camera. Instead, his gaze was directed at Iwaizumi, his lips parted in a laugh.
Azumi liked the picture for you. "I don't get how all of them are so cute."
"I wouldn't say all of them," you argued.
"But Oikawa is the most attractive," she said.
You rolled your eyes. "What a joke."
"It's not a joke! He's super attractive!"
"Whatever you say," you sighed. "He's just an asshole."
"Give me an example."
"He told me purple doesn't look good on me!"
"The first time you talked to him, you told him you enjoyed watching him lose to Shiratorizawa."
"I never said I wasn't an asshole. He's just... a bigger one."
"Reason number 500 why you guys would be cute together."
"Can you not?"
Kumi looked up from where she was stretching beside you. "I kinda agree with Azumi on this one. I mean, I would kill for a chance to go out with Oikawa, but you two would be, like, unstoppable together."
"Huh?" You sat down beside Kumi and started stretching.
"Well, you're both very good at the sports you do. And you're pretty popular. Imagine if the two of you came together. The media would lose it. And I guarantee you would both graduate as the top two."
"I can't imagine anything happy coming out of a relationship with him," you argued. "He'd probably just be annoying."
"Who're you talking about, Princess?"
That voice sent shivers down your spine.
"What are you doing here, Oikawa?" you snapped, looking up at the boy.
Why does he have to be so tall? You already felt tiny standing beside him, but sitting on the ground? He towered over you.
"Volleyball practice. You here to cheer me on?"
"In your dreams," you hissed, starting to stand up. He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up. You tripped over your own feet, falling into his chest.
Oikawa laughed smuggly, placing a hand on your lower back. "Look at us! We're hugging."
You kneed him in the groin and shoved away from him. "I never want to be that close to you again."
Oikawa fell to his knees and groaned. "Why're you so violent?"
Iwaizumi patted Oikawa's head. "You deserved that."
"You're supposed to be on my side!" Oikawa whined.
You laughed. He looked so... pitiful. "Get your ass up and go practice volleyball, Prince Charming."
He laughed at the nickname and got to his feet. "Bossy."
"If you want to claim you're better than me, then prove it."
