"Morning, beautiful!"
You scowled up at Oikawa, whom you had run into on the street on your way to the school. "How do you have the energy to be so annoying all day?"
He sighed sadly. "I really thought I was making progress last night with those texts, but you have to come and crush my heart all over again."
You rolled your eyes and yawned. It had taken you a while to fall asleep last night, and then you had gotten up early to prepare for the practice match between Nekoma and Seijoh today.
Cheering at practice matches wasn't imperative, but you and the squad typically did it anyway. As captain, you felt it was your duty to portray a good image of your squad. You were wearing track pants with your uniform top, which was a form-fitted long-sleeve cropped shirt. It was white, with blue stripes similar to the ones on the volleyball uniforms. Printed on the front of it were the words AobaJohsai High School. You had Dutch braided your hair neatly, and done your makeup, which consisted of natural colors and a hint of blush.
Oikawa was squinting at your face. "I think mascara looks good on you."
You were too tired to reply. Instead, you asked, "Is that coffee?" You motioned to the hydro flask he was carrying.
"Uh, yeah."
"What's in it?"
"Lot's of sugar, some caramel flavoring, uh, some creamer."
You snatched it out of his hand and took a big gulp. It burned your throat, but you didn't care, as long as it would wake you up.
"That's my coffee," Oikawa said with a pout.
You shrugged, taking another sip. "This tastes really bad."
He faked an offended gasp. "It's sweet and wonderful."
"I like my coffee with no sugar or cream."
He scrunched up his face. "That sounds nasty."
"You look nasty. Have you even washed this uniform? I bet you have pit stains."
Oikawa brushed away fake tears. "And you say I'm the mean one."
You sipped the coffee again, well aware of his eyes on you. "You're just annoying. And conceited."
"Conceited? When did you start using such fancy words?"
You didn't respond. Your eyelids were heavy and your feet dragged.
"Hey," Oikawa said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!"
You didn't respond. You hardly had the energy to keep walking, let alone go and cheer on Seijoh for who knew how long.
"[y/n]? Maybe you should go home."
"I have to cheer for this game," you murmured. "I could get revoked as captain if I don't go."
"I'll talk to your coach and get them to let you off the hook, okay?"
"I don't need your help," you replied, but your tone wasn't snarky like it usually was.
Oikawa was gazing at you in concern. "You shouldn't overwork yourself."
You just shrugged and continued walking. Even you found your behavior odd, but you couldn't bring yourself to insult him or make snarky remarks. You would need your energy for this game.
Oikawa didn't say anything for the rest of the walk to the school, but his hand rested against your lower back at one point as you walked up a steep hill. The contact sent sparks up your spine, but you didn't tell him to move his hand. Once you reached the school, he waved goodbye and headed over to the rest of the volleyball players. You paused to watch Iwaizumi whack Oikawa over the head. Oikawa laughed, and though you couldn't hear, you knew exactly what it sounded like.
