A/N: Ya girl's back!! Let's get on with the madness 'cause the anime Haikyuu!!'s return is right around the corner and I'm flipping front, back and over. I'm a little rusty so~
"Rivalry Is Dead"
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The final days of highschool had been rather benevolent towards the graduating students of Aoba Johsai. Finals had passed, requirements-- rushed yet complied, and in the ever-so fickle volleyball match against Karasuno, your school had been vanquished.
At least Oikawa treated you to ramen.
"Mattsun~!" You chirp, grinning as you approach the stoic male, your boyfriend of two years. The male addressed, ceases his footfall and turns, a ghost of a smile upon his lips as he realizes it was you who called.
"Something ya' need?" Matsukawa inquires, raising his brows in interest. Your grin widens as you raise up a scrap of crumpled paper towards his face. Upon further inspection, Matsukawa classified it as the exams you took a couple weeks ago.
He chuckles, "Oh, you scored a solid 92? That's nice." His tone was somewhat teasing and he pats your head a few times before he shifted his attention to Hanamaki who stared curiously at your test paper. "You can go on ahead, I'll walk (y/n) home."
Confused, the light-haired male tried to protest at first, until he noticed a certain glint in Matsukawa's dark eyes. He flashed his friend a cheeky smile before excusing himself from the scene.
Turning once more to you, Matsukawa catches the frown across your lips. "What's wrong?" The male asks, beckoning to follow after him as he takes the first few steps towards the exit of the school building.
"We were busy with the tournament so I sort of forgot about our exams, I also accidentally trashed this-- but that's not the point! Something tells me that you scored higher than me." You point an accusing finger towards the male.
"Of course I did, what do you take me for?" He teases.
Matsukawa then takes out a piece of folded paper from his bag before presenting it to you. Eagerly, you take the parchment from his hands and scan over the test items, preferably how he scored overall.
"95?!" You exclaimed, jaw-dropping in disbelief. "Being an athlete and academically-inclined isn't something you can manage-- it practically goes against the laws of student-life!"
Matsukawa sticks out his tongue at you, "A sore loser, aren't we Miss (l/n)?" The taller male laughs, taking back his test paper from your grasp before you got any ideas about ripping his achievement to shreds.
"Now how about treating me to Hamburg Steak for scoring higher than you?"
Lapse
"(y/n)?" Matsukawa taps your shoulder, snapping you out of your fruitless trance. Humming, you look over your shoulder, only to find Matsukawa's school-blazer stained in some sort of goop. "Can I borrow your handkerchief?" He seemed quite ticked so you wasted no time in handing him your (f/c) handkerchief.
Realization hit you a little later as you got a whiff of the strange goop streaked over his shoulder. "You got bird sh*t on your blazer!" You cackled.
"It got on my precious Hamburg steak too..." The volleyball-player sighs, tossing the remnants of his spoiled food in a nearby trashcan as you were losing yourself in a fit of mad laughter.
"Oh~ I feel so much better now." You hummed, clearing the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. "You totally deserved that Mattsun." A smile formed at your lips as you handed over your half-eaten Hamburg to the sulking male.
"Here, have a bite, just a bite."
Despite your specific instruction, Matsukawa devours the Hamburg slice handed to him, feeling no remorse as you gawked at his actions.
You playfully struck his shoulder, "Oi! That was mine you--" You were just about to get to the insults until you felt a pair of soft lips upon yours. It was merely for a moment but you captured every hint of Matsukawa's love for you in that one millisecond of a peck.
"You just have to make everything a competition, huh?" Matsukawa snickers, caressing your right cheek with the back of his hand softly.
Flustered, it took a few moments for you to process a decent enough reply besides stammers and gibberish. "Of course! I've been considering you more as a rival than a boyfriend actual--"
Once again your statement was cut off by none other than Matsukawa himself takes hold of your chin and raising your head so that your eyes may meet his. His other hand holds up yours for the sake of dramatic accentuation.
"Now that's not nice, baby girl."
You squeaked at the nickname, applied only when things are far into the atmosphere of intimacy or you'd just done/said something that had peeved Matsukawa.
"W-What?" You breathe out, lips trembling at the close proximity between your face and your boyfriend's. "Boyfriend and rival are two different matters, if you wanted to top me--"
"Shut up!" You clamped your hand over his mouth, feeling heat surface to your cheeks and you can only imagine the clouds of smoke fuming from your ears. Matsukawa laughs at your reactions, he always opted to tease you instead of Hanamaki after all.
Only when he got the chance.
It felt like a exhilarating decade had past before you withdrew your hand from Matsukawa's lips. The tall male gives a sly smirk before taking your hand in his and starting to walk.
"Rivalry is so '87." Your boyfriend adds as he entwines both your hands together in a romantic lock. "Besides," He stops for a moment, receiving yet another idea.
Matsukawa leans down to the level of your ear before whispering.
"And suggesting rivalry between you and I makes me want to dominate you more."
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Word Count: 1k
Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy.
