𝙃𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙄𝙏 // 𝙤𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙭𝙭𝙞𝙞

In class, the only thing you could think about was what Oikawa had said to you before walking away.

'Come be lonely with me... where have I heard that?' you wondered, resting your chin on your arms as the teacher drawled on about something you already knew.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy and the lesson became a jumbled murmur in the back of your mind.

- -

You opened your eyes and you were in your room. You briefly wondered if you'd passed out in class and had been taken home when someone laid down beside you.

It was a boy, wearing the Seijoh uniform. He had brown eyes and a hair colour that didn't look the same as before whenever you blinked. A pair of glasses sat on the end of his nose.

"I love you." is all he said. His voice was something you couldn't ever recreate - it seemed like all the male voices you'd ever heard, merged into one. Whenever you focused on a single voice it switched to something else.

You laid your head on his chest and he stroked your [H/C] hair.
"Are you okay, princess?" the faceless boy asked. You felt compelled to respond with certain words, so you did.
"No, I'm not." you replied.
"Oh, why not, love?" he murmured.
"This is just a dream." you whispered. His hand fell limp in your hair and you felt him heave a sigh beneath you.
"It's okay princess." he said. "enjoy it while you can."

You breathed outwards and relaxed, closing your eyes. The last thing you heard was him whisper a quiet "goodnight, love."

- -

"Welcome back." a voice spoke from above you. you slowly raised your head.
"Oh. Hi, Iwa-chan." you mumbled.
"If you keep calling me that, I'm gonna have to break your neck." he said in a surprisingly gentle tone.
"That's because I'm not Oikawa-san, right?" you stood up with a grunt, stretching your legs out. "not in a degrading way, just that you've been his friend for a lot longer."

Iwaizumi shrugged.
"Maybe." he responded. You slung your volleyball bag over your shoulder and thought for a moment or two.
"Why did you stay friends with Oikawa?" you asked suddenly. "I hear that you've been with each other since, what, you were born. What made you want to stay so long?"

"I saw him when we were kids and thought, 'that boy won't survive three days without me.' So here we are." Iwaizumi shrugged. You nodded.
"Understandable. He couldn't." you said. "anyway... what are you doing in here?"

"I came to get the dumbass himself because it's lunchtime." the wing spiker explained. "I found you in here asleep. He's waiting outside."
"Iwa-chan! You'd better not be making out with [L/N]-chan behind my back!" Oikawa chirped, peeking in as if he was just making sure.

"Spewk of the devil and he shows up." Iwaizumi groaned.
"Iwa-chan, I'm starving!" Oikawa whined, walking in and draping himself over Kamihara's desk. You looked between the both of them and sighed.

"Let's go to lunch then." you said. Oikawa looked up and blinked at you.
"You want to eat with us?" he asked, almost uncertain.
"Sure. I'll just have tell the girls not wait up for me." you murmured, quickly shooting a text to Harukaze because she was the nearest contact.

"Alright, let's go! Mattsun-chan and Makki-chan are probably waiting for us." Oikawa said cheerily. He was the first to leave the room, humming a little melody he had made up on the spot.

'That dream was about Dannasan. No doubt.' you thought as you walked.
"Heyy, you brought [L/N] with you!" Matsukawa said.
"Sure did!" Oikawa replied, plopping down opposite him. You sat down opposite Hanamaki whilst Iwaizumi sat to your right, at the head of the table.

"So, how much?" Hanamaki suddenly asked. You raised your brows and pointed at yourself, to which he nodded.
"How much...?" you blinked.
"How much is Gassykawa here paying you to sit with him?" Matsukawa finished. "I mean, most people would do it for free, but not you. How much are you getting paid?"
"Erm... nothing. I'm not being paid." you said in a dignified tone, your back straightening.
"Wow." Matsukawa looked impressed. He turned and whispered something to Hanamaki.

"What're you two whispering about?" Iwaizumi asked.
"You beating up Tsukishima Kei over a movie franchise." Hanamaki repljed.
"Oh." Iwaizumi said shortly, looking down at his tofu.
"Oh, Iwaizumi-chan. Don't look so sad." you piped up. "Tsukki was probably being a royal douchebag anyway. I'm not condoning violence, but I am."

"I like her." Kyoutani declared suddenly. "we're keeping her."
Oikawa turned to gawp at Kyoutani, stunned.
"[L/N]-chan... he just talked. Because of you." he said. "oh my gosh, please sit with us more often."

You nudged your chair away from him.
"Just wait for him to come up with a stupid nickname for you." Matsukawa grinned. "I'm Mattsun-chan, Kyouani's Mad Dog-chan and Hiro's Makki-chan. And you should know by now that Iwaizumi is Iwa-chan."

"He'll just shorten it and put '-chan' at the end. And then you can be in the special club with me, Mattsun, Mad Dog, Iwaizumi, Ushijima and Kageyama!" Hanamaki added with a thumbs-up.
"Wow. I'm enthralled." you deadpanned.
"We knew you would be!" Matsukawa said.

You ate the rest of your lunch in silence. Matsukawa and Hanamaki occasionally poked a few jokes at Oikawa, who whined in protest until Iwaizumi told him to shut up. Despite your silence throughout, you felt comfortable. At one point, Kindaichi had spilled his spicy pork curry all over Kyoutani, who had thrown a fit until Iwaizumi told him to calm down.

"What're you smiling at, [L/N]? Our jokes finally cracking you up?" Hanamaki leant forwards. You shook your head, letting out a puff of air through your nostrils.
"I can tell that we are gonna be friends." you smiled softly.

- -

[L/N] set the ball to Harukaze, who leapt up and spiked it down onto the other side of the court. She waited for the satisfying smack when suddenly Mikazuchi whooped and everyone collectively realised Tsubasa had saved the ball.

"Tsubasa-chan, nice save!" exclaimed Mikazuchi as the second-year bench setter on their side set the ball to Sakiyama. The blonde raced forwards and then, all within a split second, the ball came down outside of the court with a smack.

"Out!" the manager exclaimed. The manager was Jirou Ryouta, a third-year boy. He was around 5'10 with a creamy brown hair colour and grey-blue eyes. A lot people thought that Ryouta was only the manager to see cute girls playing volleyball, but that really wasn't case. It wasn't a secret to the team that Ryouta was a raging homosexual despite his large amount of fangirls because of his good looks.

He was very confident, normally seen making snarky remarks or cocky statements, yet he could be very socially awkward as he was homeschooled for most of his life. He overcame this by speaking his mind and acting like a drama queen. He liked to tease people and he jokingly flirted with almost every girl he met, even though he was gay through and through. Most girls know he's joking though and just go along with it.

"Aw, can't you make it work for me, Ji-chan?" Sakiyama pouted.
"No can do." Ryouta shrugged. Sakiyama whined.

"That was a good receive, Tsubasa-chan." Harukaze smiled at her brunette friend. "you've really improved since you joined the team!"
"I agree." [L/N] nodded. "the past year's been great with you here. Especially since the old libero graduated."

"Yeah, that was a great receive!" Sakiyama slapped Tsubasa on the back. She coughed up a single bean. It fell to the floor and scattered a few inches. Everyone watched it in silence.

"Tsubasa..." Ryouta blinked.
"What the fuck?" Sakiyama whispered.
"Oh, a snack!" Tsubasa exclaimed, picking the bean up. Harukaze jumped and grabbed the wrist that held the bean, snatching it and throwing it across the room.
"No!" she exclaimed, bopping Tsubasa on the head. "after you tried to feed my poor Kurukuru those beans..."

"In Tsu-chan's defence, he looked like he needed a bedtime snack." Sakiyama shrugged.
"You tried to force beans down my cat's throat." Harukaze deadpanned.
"What?" [L/N] said, blinking twice. "I am sorry?"
"What? We didn't say anything." Sakiyama said.
"But you-" Harukaze was cut off by Tsubasa.
"Yeah. You must be hearing things." the libero grinned.

Ryouta screamed suddenly. He must have been hearing things, too.