A/N: This 5-set match is not cannon and I'm not indicating which team their playing against, I'll leave that up to your imagination dear readers.
"Game-Changing"
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"Hey, it's that girl again." Hanamaki calls out to his team, subtly nodding his head over to the (h/c)-haired female over at the front of the bleachers.
Iwaizume was the first of the athletes to turn his head towards you, completely aware that it was you that his teammate had mentioned. A faint blush dusted the Ace's cheeks as he basked in your appearance.
Your (h/l) (h/c) locks were bouncing ever-so-lightly as you looked around frantically, focused as he was, he could see you anxiously nibbling at your lower lip.
From your lone figure, he could easily tell you apart from those attention-seeking leeches classified as Oikawa's loyal followers.
You stood there modestly, every single game, engrossed in the habit of nipping at your bottom lip until it grew red or until the match had started, where appetency would pile onto your anxious (e/c) orbs.
No matter how much effort you put into blending in with the crowd, Iwaizumi or someone from the team would always spot you and point you out to the rest. He didn't want to seem obnoxious, but it was quite obvious that you weren't just there for the infamous Great King.
And he could only hope that he was at least one reason.
Seconds after, you had made eye-contact with the male and immediately rip your gaze, blushing madly. Intrigued, Iwaizumi takes yet another minute to study you before shifting his attention towards his team once more.
"Aww, she blushed~" Cooed Oikawa.
"Think she's another one of your fangirls?" Yahaba snickers.
Oikawa gives him a smug look, "Well she did blush after seeing me." The brunette spoke knowingly, earning a scoff from the dark-haired Ace. This caught the members of the team off-guard, considering Iwaizumi didn't usually react to conversations regarding their pretty-faced setter's admirers.
"As if she'd be interested in fawning over a flat-assed, pufferfish-faced, genius-wannabe like you." Iwaizumi huffed, his words striking a lot of painful chords, even more so than Oikawa's knee injury.
Hanamaki and Matsukawa whistled within the tension-filled atmosphere. Poor Oikawa was speechless, poking at his cheeks inadvertently to examine what his best friend had meant by 'pufferfish-faced'.
(author is referring to the sequence below.)
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Seijoh was doing reasonably against the opposing team, however it was their opposition that had the upper-hand this set.
