𝙃𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙄𝙏 // 𝙤𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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[L/N] [Y/N], third year setter and captain of Aoba Johsaims girls' volleyball team, walked along the paving on the way home from school. The roads were silent, aside from a few stray leaves that would scatter along the tarmac and the excited shrieks behind her.

"Oh? do you hear that, [L/N]-san?" her opposite hitter, Sakiyama Hoshimi, asked.
"For the last time, Sakiyama. just call me [L/N]." the setter replied. "and yes. That's the unmistakable sound of-"

"Oikawa-senpai, please step on me!"

[L/N] groaned.
"What is with their infatuation with him? What's so good about him, huh?" she said.

"Let's review - his devilishly good looks, his charm, his skill, his absolutely terrifying jump serve-" Sakiyama listed.

"Sakiyama, I don't think they know what a jump serve is." [L/N] reminded.
"Oh well. It isn't like you can talk, [L/N]-san!" the ashy blonde chirped.

"For the last time, quit it with the- what?" the prior looked at the wing spiker in confusion.
"I know your exact feelings about Oikawa-san. I've seen your private chats between classes. I have seen." she shook her finger at her captain, who simply looked warily over her shoulder at the approaching cluster of crazed fans.

"That's just talking about practice times so we don't accidentally overlap!" [L/N] shook her head. "besides, other than that, we don't talk at all. If anything, I talk more with Iwaizumi-kun. Now let's get moving, because I don't wanna get crushed by these-"

"Omigosh, is that [L/N]-sensei?!"

[L/N] and Sakiyama shared an expression.
"Quick, [L/N]-san, bail!" the short-haired blonde yelled, grabbing her captain by the hand and pulling.

"Wait up! Quickly, she'll get away!"

[L/N] tore a hand from tugging her blazer and then ran away with Sakiyama.

"Sakiyama, should you be running for so long?" [L/N] asked, brow furrowing worriedly as they began to slow, the cries of excitement fading.

"It's nothing! It's been a few years since my op', I'm fine!" she grinned. "what I'm more concerned about is the way that Oikawa-san looked at you! He looked like he was staring at his lifelong dream!"

"Isn't that his whole shtick, though?" [L/N] asked. "you know - charming, tall, dark and handsome - all that?"

"So you admit that he's handsome?" Sakiyama smirked.
"Yes, and it's not a big deal. Why can't we normalise saying that someone's good-looking and not being attracted to them?" the setter sighed.

"Eh... can't argue with that. But still, he definitely likes you!" the wing spiker replied with a cheeky grin.
"Of course, of course. Although we've barely interacted." [L/N] nodded sarcastically. "he's madly in love with me. Pah, Sakiyama, get a load of what you're saying! i'd have more of a chance with Iwaizumi-kun, and he's stone-faced!"

The two stopped outside of Sakiyama's house.
"I wouldn't count on it, [L/N]-san." the girl winked, running a hand through her ashy half-shave.

"Oh, I would." [L/N] replied, hitting her friend upside the chin. "and I've said already, quit using honourifics!"

"You wouldn't do that to Oikawa-san!~" Sakiyama teased, unlocking her front door.

"I would, and I'll do it again to you!" [L/N] called.

"You would not, he's in love with you!" the outside hitter entered her house, waving a hand.

"No he isn't! Quit it, baldy!"

- - somewhere else

"Iwa-chan, I'm in love with her."

Iwaizumi stared blankly at his friend since childhood, unable to completely take him seriously when both were walking along dressed in clout goggles and bucket hats as disguise from the volleyball captain's fans.