Jellyfish Bells: Glad to join the fandom! I love this show so much ;~; hopefully I don't butcher Oikawa's character (I feel like there are so many different facets, so it's a bit difficult to write). Thank you though, that means a lot to me!
Day 6
Sawa-chan [16:03]: You're late. Where are you?
Sawa-chan [16:10]: Hello?
Sawa-chan [16:12]: Answer your phone.
Sawa-chan [16:20]: You're almost an hour late, idiot.
Sawa-chan [16:30]: Yep, now you're actually an hour late.
Sawa-chan [16:33]: Why do I feel like I'm being ignored
Sawa waits impatiently outside the gated entrance of Aobajosai High School.
Tapping her feet against the concrete pavement, she spares a glance around at the students huddled together underneath the naked cherry blossom trees, devoid of any actual flowers. Then, she checks the time on her watch. 4:37pm.
He's late, she thinks to herself. Really late.
More.
Than.
An.
Hour.
Late.
A soft sigh escapes her lips. Taking her calculus textbook, she wedges it against the brick wall surrounding the school before taking a seat on top of it. She pats her skirt down and stares into the distance blankly, reflecting on the fact that despite her best intentions, she'd somehow managed to end up in this stupid situation.
Another five minutes pass as the students waiting for their friends in the courtyard begin to clear out. Some of them glance down at the redhead sitting on the concrete pavement, but most of them don't bat an eyelash before moving out. They head on their merry way, filled with chatter and excitement.
"Sawari-san?"
Glancing up, she meets the gaze of a boy with a gray buzzcut. He's holding a water bottle.
A kind smile forms on his lips and he tugs on the hem of his teal pinny, "Why are you sitting on the floor? Is everything okay?"
"Oh, Watari-san. Hi," Sawa manages to utter, putting on a small smile. "You're in my English Class, right?"
He blinks, unable to mask the surprise on his face; he didn't actually expect her to remember who he is, "R-Right."
"I'm fine, by the way," she follows up, since he'd asked. "Just waiting for Oikawa-san."
"Oikawa-san?" Watari repeats the name. "He's at volleyball practice right now."
Slow realization dawns on Sawa's face, "Practice?" She echoes vaguely, glancing at the teal pinny he's wearing. "I'm guessing you're also on the team, Watari-san."
He nods, "Yep. We're on break right now. He should be in the gym. We should be finished soon, though—so if you want to wait outside, I can tell him you're—"
Sawa stands up swiftly, brushing off her skirt. She grabs the textbook lying on the floor and stuffs it in her backpack, "I think I'll go check in on him right now. Is he at the gymnasium?"
Watari, unsure if he just sold out his teammate to the angry redhead standing in front of him, bites down hard on his lower lip, "That's…right."
A tense pause fills the air and Sawa beams, shooting Watari a smile, "Thank you, Watari-san. I'm grateful you were here." Then, "I hope we get to know each other better."
With that, she turns her heel and heads towards the school.
A cacophony of chatter fills the stadium as a dozen boys wearing teal scrimmage pinnies take a seat on the freshly waxed wooden floorboards. Some of them are stretching; others are taking a water break. A few of them are going on about their schoolwork, exchanging notes and information from class.
At the center sits the Grand King of the Court: Oikawa Tōru. He's in the middle of being reprimanded by Iwaizumi over some dumb joke he'd made.
Occasionally, he glances at the balcony edge, where there's a couple female students sitting and observing. He waves at them, and they squeal with delight.
Behind them is Kaede, a second-year Oikawa is getting to know better. He has a date with her tonight and the fact that she went out of her way to show up to support him during practice makes him feel happy. Almost carefree.
Almost.
Suddenly, from the stairway emerges a very familiar redhead wearing a glare that probably could've killed a man.
Sawa.
Oikawa catches her gaze and feels a lump trapped in his throat.
Freezes.
She walks through the legion of fan-girls, heading straight down the stands until she reaches the court. Her knee-high boots click against the hardwood floors and her long beige trench coat sways behind her loosely. With a smile, she heads towards Coach Irihata. She greets him with a bow.
They exchange a few words. She's charming enough to make the coach laugh out loud. He motions to Oikawa, smiling sheepishly.
Sawa nods and heads towards his direction. The boys on the team stop and glance at her, turning nearly silent as she makes her way towards the center of the group where Oikawa and Iwaizumi are sitting.
She looks like money.
"Sawa-chan~" Oikawa greets her with forced enthusiasm. "What're you doing here?"
"You missed your study session," she decides to get straight to the point, grimacing at him.
When he notices that almost everyone has their eyes on him, Oikawa decides to take care of damage control.
His smile fades and he stands up to meet her eye line, leaning all his weight onto one foot, "Well, as you can see, I'm the captain of the volleyball team. I have a responsibility to uphold."
Sawa shoots him a glare, "Responsibility? Responsibility is showing up for tutoring, bakayaro."
"Ouch, that's a little harsh, don't you think?" Oikawa is mock-offended. Although in honesty, he's pretty irritated.
Iwaizumi nudges Oikawa in the rib, a smirk forming on his face, "I can take care of practice, you know."
"You know what?" Sawa says. "I don't even need to do this. Tell Suda-sensei you can find yourself a new—"
"—Oikawa."
Coach Irihata approaches from the distance, "You'll be sitting out today."
A tick mark forms on the side of Oikawa's face, "But—"
"That's final," Irihata remarks, sternly. "For the rest of you, break's over."
Chatter erupts from the group of boys sitting on the ground.
Iwaizumi stares at Oikawa with slight concern in his eyes, patting his friend gently on the shoulder before heading towards the nets.
Oikawa sighs, glancing at the redhead who's apparently no happier about the situation they're in.
He removes his teal scrimmage pinny, balling it in his fist as he walks off the court. Sawa follows behind him, sparing Coach Irihata a smile and bow before stepping out.
"You know, if you didn't skip out on your tutoring session today, we wouldn't be in this situation," Sawa points out as they step into the hallway of the school building.
Oikawa groans inwardly, "Ne, Sawa-chan. Take a social cue. I really don't feel like being reprimanded right now."
A blush rises on Sawa's cheeks and she quickly averts her gaze to the tile floor, "You take a social cue."
Noticing the red on her face, Oikawa smiles slightly, "Nice comeback."
She glares.
Oikawa moves languidly towards his locker. He catches sight of the three girls standing in front of it. One of them blushes and bolts in the opposite direction while the other two giggle and follow suit. He doesn't bat an eyelash as he begins to roll the designated code for his locker.
He opens it in one swift motion.
"You sure have a lot of fans," Sawa says, miffed by the number of presents and cards sitting inside his locker. "Doesn't it get overwhelming?"
"I'm grateful for all my fans," Oikawa responds. It takes him a moment to shuffle through the gifts and get his calculus textbook, "Hold this for me."
He hands Sawa a number of trinkets wrapped up in decorative tissue paper. She shoots him a glare as she accepts it, cradling them in her chest with her free hand.
From his backpack lodged in the back of the locker, Oikawa pulls out a small black case and puts on a pair of glasses.
Slightly surprised, Sawa blinks, "You wear glasses?"
Oikawa frowns, taking back the gifts Sawa's holding and stuffing them back into his closet, "Oi—what's with that tone?"
"Nothing," she replies, rather simply. "You should wear them more often. They look good on you."
They end up at the library, pouring over practice sets for nearly two hours.
Although Oikawa is no slouch when it comes to picking up new concepts, his attention span is nearly the same as a goldfish. Whenever he's unable to grasp something quickly, he has a tendency to space out and shift his gaze outside the window. Calculus just didn't pique his interest the same way volleyball did.
"Hello?"
Sawa waves her hand emphatically in front of Oikawa's face, which makes him snap back to reality.
"Jeez. Do you only think about volleyball?" She asks, unable to mask her disdain.
"What makes you think I'm thinking about volleyball?" Oikawa shoots back.
"From the dumb look on your face," Sawa tells him.
Oikawa shifts his gaze from outside the window to the irritated looking redhead sitting across from him at the table, "For your information, I'm thinking about my date tonight."
Sawa stares at him in disbelief, "So two things. Volleyball and girls."
A tick mark of irritation forms on the side of Oikawa's face.
Sawa snickers when she sees him flounder, "I'm just kidding."
Oikawa shifts his gaze. Had this been her attempt to tease him?
"You transferred from Shiratorizawa Academy, right Sawa-chan?"
She glances up from the practice set she's picking out, hands it to him, "Yep."
"You must be pretty smart," Oikawa points out.
Sawa shrugs in response.
He decides to continue with a bit of small talk, "So you know about their volleyball team—"
"—I don't want to talk about it," Sawa interjects almost too quickly.
Oikawa blinks, and cocks his head to the side. He pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, observing the mask of complete and utter indifference she's wearing on her face.
Suddenly, it feels like a wall has been raised between them.
So he pauses, wondering if he should overstep his boundaries. Even though she's trying her best to remain impassive, he can tell the question causes her distress. Almost as if she's been through something traumatic. He shakes the thought off and chalks it up to the fact that she's probably being unintentionally dramatic.
"Gomen, gomen, Sawa-chan," Oikawa smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Could you help me with this one again?"
He motions to a question that's under the same format they've been over several times. It's a question he can probably figure out on his own, but naturally, he keeps that part to himself.
Sawa glances over, shifts her gaze, the corners of her lips tipping down to form a grimace, "Oikawa-san, we've been over this," then, with a soft sigh, she pulls out a scrap piece of paper and begins writing down the equations.
He observes her from the corner of his eye.
Long, red hair. Sharp green eyes. Today, she's wearing the designated school uniforms. A brown skirt, a beige sweater, a pressed white shirt with a red tie. She has her long trench coat hanging on the back of her chair. Iwaizumi is right; she looks like money.
"Get it?" She asks, breaking his train of thought.
Oikawa nods, putting on a small smile for the sake of reassurance.
The sun's already setting low when Oikawa and Sawa depart from school. There's some awkward silence between them that forms when there's no tutoring and math equations to buffer the conversation.
Sawa tugs on the straps of her backpack, "So. How was the session? Did you understand the concepts we covered?"
Oikawa makes the OK hand gesture and forces a smile, "It was fine. Thanks, Sawa-chan."
She frowns at the sound of Sawa-chan but figures it won't be long until they get rid of each other anyway.
Glancing down at her watch, she asks, "Are you free Monday for review?"
"Ah," he sighs. "Monday's not good for me."
"Your retake is Tuesday," Sawa states dispassionately. "You're sure you can afford skipping the day before the exam?"
He pauses, and thinks it over. The truth is, he's supposed to hang out with Takeru, his nephew. But he also can't afford to fail another exam.
If he does, he might just be suspended from all after-school activities for the rest of the season.
So Oikawa relents, letting out a sigh of frustration (What's the old saying? he thinks A stitch in time saves nine), "Fine. But we'll have to study somewhere else."
"What do you mean?"
"I already have plans," he explains. "It'd be rude to cancel last minute, Sawa-chan."
She frowns, "Oi. You're not going to make me third wheel on a date, are you?"
When he manages to fully digest her words, Oikawa bursts out in laughter. Keeling over, he leans one hand against the gated entrance of the school. Sawa narrows her eyes, miffed by his reaction.
Once he regains his composure, wiping away the tear from the corner of his eye, "Not those kinds of plans. Of course I wouldn't do that to you, Sawa-chan. What kind of person do you think I am?"
A small smile forms on her face. She opens her mouth to say something snarky, but—
"Oi—Oikawa!"
Turning around, they catch sight of the Aobajosai volleyball team heading in their direction in a sea of teal and white t-shirts. It looks like they've just finished practice. Leading the helm is Iwaizumi and walking next to him is Watari and Kindaichi.
"Oh, Sawari-san," Watari greets her with a polite smile and a wave.
She acknowledges him with a curt nod and a weak smile.
Iwaizumi glances at her briefly before shifting his gaze to Oikawa, putting a hand on his shoulder. Slightly uncomfortable, Sawa backs away when she sees the look of pure and utter contentedness on Oikawa's face.
"You haven't taken over my role completely, have you Iwa-chan~?" Oikawa asks with a grin. "Do I still have a place when I return?"
"Idiot," Iwaizumi shoots back nonchalantly. "How was your tutoring session?"
Oikawa smiles, turning around to include Sawa in the conversation, only to realize she'd already vanished.
He gets ready that night.
A pair of jeans. A simple blue t-shirt with a breast pocket. Form-fitting, but not too tight. A leather brown belt. A pair of flat sneakers.
From his pocket, he fishes out his phone and sees the array of texts he'd received earlier that day.
Sawa-chan [16:03]: You're late. Where are you?
Sawa-chan [16:10]: Hello?
Sawa-chan [16:12]: Answer your phone.
Sawa-chan [16:20]: You're almost an hour late, idiot.
Sawa-chan [16:30]: Yep, now you're actually an hour late.
Sawa-chan [16:33]: Why do I feel like I'm being ignored
He smiles slightly as he moves his fingers to reply.
Oikawa [20:22]: Not ignoring you! Also, sorry I was late.
Sawa-chan [20:23]: The time allotted for a proper response is now over. Please try again never.
Oikawa [20:24]: I owe you dinner, Sawa-chan~
Sawa-chan [20:25]: Do me a favor and just pass your test instead.
Oikawa [20:25]: You got it~
Sawa-chan [20:26]: Wait, am I saved as "Sawa-chan" in your phone?
Oikawa [20:26]: What would make you think that?
Sawa-chan [20:26]: Change it back. Now.
Kaede, the cute second year, is waiting for him at the entrance to the open marketplace. He notices she's pinned back her long black hair; she's wearing some makeup and perfume. A high waisted pink skirt and a white tank-top. It looks the same pink skirt Sawa wore on the first day of school.
A smile forms on his face and he shakes the thought off.
"You look cute, Kaede-chan," he tells her.
She blushes, "Thank you, Oikawa-kun."
He reaches out and holds her hand. Her blush deepens as they make their way towards through the marketplace together.
Day 9
Monday comes and Oikawa wakes up for an early practice session at the gymnasium. He figures he can fit in some weight-training, some good old fashioned cardio, and a shower since he managed to miss practice on Friday because of the tutoring session.
The sky isn't even lit when he steps outside his house.
Giving his backpack a light tug, he heads towards the back entrance. He plugs his ear buds into his ears and puts on some music while he pulls his bicycle from the garage. Pushing it down the street, he takes a step on one of the pedals once he has enough momentum. He throws his leg over the other side and rides down the empty road.
He's halfway to school when he catches sight of a bus in the middle of groaning to a full stop.
From the backdoor emerges Sawa, her red hair pulled up in a loose bun, a pair of pink ear buds plugged into her ears. She's carrying a cup of coffee in her hand.
Oikawa rides straight past her while she stops to sip the coffee. He's intent on reaching school as soon as possible.
When he reaches the top of the slope, he stops in his tracks and takes a quick glance back over his shoulder.
A pause.
Sawa is still staring up at the sky, cradling her cup of coffee close to her chest.
Oikawa sighs before turning back around, riding towards her, "Ohayo, Sawa-chan~"
When she catches sight of him, she unplugs an ear bud, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "Oikawa-san? What're you doing up so early?"
"Practice," he tells her. "And you?"
"Math team," she replies hesitantly. "Suda-sensei wants us to come in the morning, since everyone else has after school clubs."
"Ah," Oikawa finds this little tidbit more interesting than he'd like to admit. "Do you need a ride?"
Sawa hesitates, glancing at his bike, "On what?"
Oikawa motions to the back of his bike, where the rack is sitting.
"I think I'll walk," Sawa says, glancing down at the road.
"You sure?" He decides to ask one more time out of politeness.
She glances down at her knee high boots with the flat heel. The wind sifts through the air violently and she shuts her eyes to keep the tears from forming.
This must be some kind of twisted fate she thinks to herself as she glances at the empty bike rack behind his seat again.
Slowly, she inches forward, taking a seat on the metal rack and letting her feet dangle off one side. She jolts, as the metal makes contact with her skin, "That's cold!"
"What were you expecting?" Oikawa laughs. "You should probably hold on, though."
"I think I'll be fine—"
Before she can finish her statement, he moves forward quickly, nearly knocking her off the back of the bike.
Sawa drops her cup of coffee to the ground, and wraps her arms around Oikawa's waist, her cheek pressing against his back. She stares rather longingly at the spilt cup of coffee that vanishes into the distance.
Oikawa feels the warmth radiating from her arms.
When he notices her holding on for dear life, a small smile flits to his face.
Morning practice goes by unceremoniously, as Oikawa showers off the grime sticking to his skin. It'd be helpful to have a teammate or two here, he thinks, but figures that no one in the right mind would actually come this early in the morning on their own accord.
Especially on their day off.
He dries off and slips into his school uniform. Glancing at the clock mounted on the wall, he notes that he has a couple minutes to kill before school actually starts.
Heading towards his locker, he picks out a small box of chocolates and begins to feast while meandering through the empty hallways.
He hears some commotion coming from the classroom on the opposite end so he saunters towards it, glancing through the glass windows. He sees Suda-sensei lecturing at the front of a room filled with mostly boys. And, of course, a very familiar redhead is sitting right by the entrance, leaning her head against the closet door.
Oikawa is about to make a silly face to get her attention, but decides against it at the last minute.
From the look on her face, Oikawa can tell she's tired.
It probably didn't help that she'd dropped her coffee on the way. He notices that all the questions on the paper in front of her are filled in.
Smart girl, huh. I guess that's what it means to be Shiratorizawa material.
He notices a sketch on the corner of her paper.
A sketch of a boy with narrowed eyes. A stern expression. A strong jawline, thin lips.
Sawa continues outlining his hair with her pencil, shading the darker half of his face.
It takes Oikawa a moment to realize she's sketching Ushijima Wakatoshi, the captain of Shiratorizawa's volleyball team.
During his free period, Kaede meets Oikawa at the entrance of the lunchroom. He notices she's wearing the same perfume from yesterday and smiles a little, feeling a calm wave of familiarity wash over him.
"Kaede-chan~ you look really cute today," he tells her with a wink.
"You say that everyday," she blushes, smiles, and lifts up the big bag she's holding, "I made us lunch today, Oikawa-kun."
"Aw~ how nice, Kaede-chan," he tells her. "Thank you!"
Even though it's cold, they decide to eat outside in the courtyard.
Kaede is a good cook, and the fact that most of these dishes are homemade makes Oikawa feel warm inside. Even though he's no stranger to nice gifts and trinkets from his fans, it's always a nice surprise that someone would go out of their way to create something homemade for him.
"How's volleyball?" She asks him, after some silence.
"Good, as usual," Oikawa answers her enthusiastically, taking a bite of the pork katsu she has prepared in a cute pink carrying case. "We just finished a promotional tournament, so we're taking a bit of a break and training our first years."
"Oh," Kaede smiles.
He can tell she's not that interested, so he motions to the lunch set she's made for him, "How long did you spend putting this together, Kaede-chan?"
She beams, a smile forming on her face, "Not that long! I really enjoy cooking, so…it only took me a couple of hours."
Longer than he expects.
Oikawa smiles back, "I really appreciate it, Kaede-chan."
After school, Oikawa arrives at the recreational center a bit early, waiting outside alone.
He checks the digital clock on his phone. 4:00pm.
Although the thought of having no volleyball practice puts him on edge, he's looking forward to seeing his nephew. It's been a while since he's hung out with Takeru, and he's hoping the little twerp's made improvements in his volleyball form.
He watches as Sawa approaches from the distance, her boots clicking against the gravel as she runs towards him.
"Hello, Sawa-chan~" He greets her with a smile. "You're late."
"You were late last time," she snaps defensively, barely catching her breath as she arrives up the steps. "Also, what're we doing here? What is this place?"
"Don't you think you should be greeting me with hello too?" Oikawa asks with a mock-pout. "And it's a recreational center."
"Recreational center?" Sawa echoes, blinking slowly. "For what?"
Despite her state of confusion, she follows Oikawa into the building, her long trench coat swishing behind her.
He pulls out his phone and checks for new messages before telling her, "We're going to see my nephew today."
"You have a nephew?" She asks.
"Yep."
As they enter the gymnasium, the air fills with chatter and excitement.
Nearly a dozen or so parents are sitting on the bleachers while their kids play on the volleyball court. Some of them are so short, they don't even reach the net. But they're energetic and excited, running up and down the freshly waxed courts. Sawa spies a couple other kids who are playing a game of kongi in the quieter part of the room.
She blanches, a blush rising onto her cheeks.
"Are you okay, Sawa-chan?" Oikawa asks.
She swallows uncomfortably, unable to hide the blush on her cheeks, "I-I'm fine!"
He arches a brow in confusion, "Your face is all red."
Sawa shoots him a glare.
"It can't be," Oikawa chuckles a little, "that you're nervous around kids, are you?"
Her glare darkens as she shifts her gaze away towards the parents sitting in the bleachers, "I'm not nervous, so you can just drop it."
"Oi, Takeru!" Oikawa calls out to kid with the buzzcut standing on the other side of the net.
Takeru's eyes light up and he jogs over, a volleyball wedged under his armpit.
"You're late, Tōru," Takeru comments blandly.
"Tōru?" Oikawa exclaims. "Oi. Have some respect, would you?"
"Nice to meet you, Takeru-chan," Sawa greets him a little over-enthusiastically, bowing slightly.
Takeru glances at the redhead standing next to his uncle, gives her a quick glance from head to toe, "Are you Tōru's girlfriend?"
Oikawa blanches and Sawa nearly chokes on her own saliva.
Shaking her head quickly, she tells him, "I'm his tutor," and pauses to regain composure, "Y-You can call me Sawari-san."
Takeru blinks, "Tutor?" Then, he shifts his gaze to Oikawa. "Are you failing your classes, Tōru?"
Oikawa glares at his nephew, turning his nose up, "I'm not failing. And it's one class."
"He failed a test," Sawa interjects.
"One test," Oikawa tacks on, emphatically.
Takeru stares at the space between them before resting his gaze on Sawa, "Are you going to be playing with us today, Sawari-san?"
"Sawari-san? How come she gets Sawari-san and I get Tōru?" Oikawa snaps, irritatedly.
The redhead cocks her head to the side, the blush slowly dying down from her cheeks, "I think your uncle needs to study, Takeru-chan."
"Oh," Takeru nods, understandingly. "I see."
"Why do I feel like I'm being ignored," Oikawa says with a frown, words ringing almost too familiar to him.
"Make sure he doesn't fail, Sawari-san," Takeru tells her firmly.
Sawa smiles and nods, while Oikawa stares down at the ground dejectedly.
After nearly an hour of studying, Oikawa Tōru declares that he has completely and utterly given up, that he absolutely cannot and will not digest any more practice sets. Staring at the kids playing on the volleyball court, he pouts, lamenting the fact that he was the one going over math equations while they were having the time of their lives.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he snaps a few pictures of Takeru, who's in the middle of practicing his serves.
"Oi, pay attention," Sawa snaps.
Oikawa pouts again, taking one last picture before slipping his phone back into his pocket. Leaning over the bleacher stands, he glances at the textbook Sawa has spread out on her lap.
"—five minutes," Oikawa claps his hands together in the form of some feigned beggar pose. "Please, Sawa-chan?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Sawa-chan~" Oikawa stares at her, eyes wide like a puppy-dog begging for a home. "Pleasepleaseplease?"
It takes her a moment to consider it.
A soft sigh escapes her lips, "Fine, five mintues. I'll wait—"
Oikawa wraps a hand around Sawa's wrist, pulling her forward, "Alright, let's go!"
She blushes slightly as she's pulled towards the court Takeru is standing in.
"You have to use your wrist more," Oikawa states, positioning Takeru in the correct stance, shoulders cocked back and arms high in the sky. "Are you sure you don't want to use an underhand serve? It's a lot easier to do for a kid your height."
"Nope," Takeru answers tartly. "Your overhand jump serve looks way cooler."
"That's because I'm pretty cool," Oikawa states, wearing his pride like a badge of honor.
"How can you actually say stuff like that with a straight face?" Sawa asks, rolling her eyes. Leaning against the cart filled with volleyballs, she asks, "And when can I actually see this infamous overhand jump serve?"
"Come to one of our games and you can see it," he tells her, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk.
Slightly put off by the response, Sawa takes a volleyball from the basket, ducks underneath the net, and heads towards the service area on the other side.
Takeru blinks, tugging on Oikawa's sleeve.
"Tōru," he says, "I think we should get out of the way."
Before Oikawa can process what's happening, Sawa tosses the ball up into the air and slams her open palm against the body, creating an slap sound that echoes throughout the gym.
The ball sails through the air, hits the net, and falls back to the ground.
Sawa blanches, "Crap."
Oikawa snorts, "How embarrassing, Sawa-chan~ Were you trying to look cool? There are other ways of getting my attention, you know."
"Like I'd want your stupid damn attention," she shoots back loudly.
It's loud enough for most of the kids in the area to stare at her. Goddamnit, I'm not supposed to curse in front of kids, she thinks to herself, blush rising to her cheeks.
Oikawa crosses underneath the net and heads over to Sawa, taking a ball from the basket beside her, "You really have to work on your potty mouth."
She glares at him.
Motioning for her to pay attention, Oikawa tosses the ball up into the air.
From the other side, Takeru watches as Oikawa demonstrates the proper posture—arm pulled back, hand angled slightly.
Oikawa misses the serve, his hand flying into the air a second too late.
The ball drops to the ground with a thump.
Sawa bursts into laughter, holding her sides as she attempts to simultaneously steady herself.
"Were you trying to look cool?" She mocks loudly, unable to stifle her laughter.
A tick mark of irritation forms on the side of Oikawa's face as he tries to quell the blush forming on his cheeks.
He takes another ball from the basket and takes a few steps back from the starting line. Sawa sits down on the ground, wiping away the tears that manage to escape from the corner of her eyes. Ah, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time, she thinks to herself as she observes the boy standing in front of her.
"Oi, Takeru," Oikawa calls out. "Come to this side."
Takeru obeys, runs over, and takes a seat next to Sawa on the ground.
Tossing the ball into the air, Oikawa makes a dash forward as it falls. Jumping into the air, he slams his open palm against the ball, sending it flying across the net in a flash. It barely lands on the service line on the opposite end of the court.
"Suge," Takeru looks completely mesmerized.
Sawa watches in mild fascination, "That's pretty cool, Oikawa-san."
The difference in their reactions makes Oikawa realize something.
He thinks back to the sketch Sawa was working earlier in the morning, and he realizes she's probably seen a serve exactly, if not, better, than his own.
note: I have.. too many feels about Oikawa (internal scream). reviews are love :)