Infectious || IwaOi

10.

Credits to the amazing artist cuz dAmN-

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"Tooru-chan! Do your best!"

"Oikawa-san, you're amazing!"

"One more Oikawa-san!"

"Nice, Tooru!"

"Oikawa-senpai, please teach me jump serves again!"

It was well over two hours into training and Oikawa's legs were begging for mercy, his right knee throbbed and he had to hide his grimace of pain.

And yet...

His veins sang with adrenaline, his legs cried for more, his arms demanded for more. He wanted to be on the court a bit longer...

The whistle signalling for an exchange rang and Oikawa bounced on his legs, warming up. He grinned and jogged up to Bokuto, who was wiping the sweat off his face with the inside of his shirt.

All sanitation comments aside, Oikawa instantly knew why Bokuto gave the best hugs, he was packed in every way - he could see why Akaashi fancied him; his laughter, his hair - now falling to the sides, his biceps, his abs, his d-

"Oikawa! Nice serve."

"Oh."

"Get a good one over Oikawa." Bokuto smacked his back, his grin as wide and contagious as ever.

He wheezed and picked up the ball at the back, "Yea, yea..."

Oikawa spun the ball between his hands and bounced it twice, the ball felt good in his palms, it fit snug. He looked up at the court and saw a timid boy at the left end of the court. He smirked cockily.

Target: acquired.

He threw his ball up and taking a deep breath he ran up. That's a good spin, a nice height too. He pushed his weight off the balls of his feet and up he went, his form felt perfect and he grinned manically.

All that was heard were two loud booms, then utter silence. Oikawa felt the impact of the ball on his palm and the force of it slammed the ball forward, at a high velocity.

It roared past the court and before the other team could blink, it was already bouncing to a slow stop behind the frozen spikers and libero.

The dude at the left end had a face of pure shock on his face, his fingers twitched but he didn't move. The awkward silence dragged.

Oops... maybe I went too far...

"NO TOUCH ACE!!!" He heard Bokuto howl and bellow, his laughter infectious and Oikawa found himself grinning and scratching the back of his head. He heard sounds of awe from a couple grade school kids as the other trainers collectively gasped.

Oikawa felt so happy, he was playing volleyball and everyone admired him - well, save the opposing team that is, he was playing on the court and that was all that mattered.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

A second ball was tossed at his direction and he plucked in out of the air, he spun the ball in his hands and - for some reason - grinned down at the Mikasa lettering.

He threw the ball up, second service ace? Nah, he wanted to play, and so he shot the ball to the centre, where the libero picked it up, cursing. The ball soared up and over the net, Oikawa ran to Bokuto, who eyed the ball hungrily.

Ok, ok... He smirked.

"You made it too easy for them, Oinky." Said Bokuto, watching as the ball was received perfectly.