Author's Note: And so this is it! The big finale! I really hope you enjoyed reading this 'little' story: I sure had a lot of fun writing it and reading everyone's lovely comments! Huge thank you to Bekki once again for reading this, as well as the previous chapters of CtMD. I can't beleive this is the end! Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited, and left reviews for this story! As always, I hope you enjoy~

Bad Dog Mad Dog

It doesn't take very long for him to catch up to you.

You had stopped your mad sprinting fairly quickly, since running and crying were not exactly conductive to good breathing, and tears are still pouring down your red face while you make the occasional loud, choked sob. Your arms hug your body tightly, as if to keep yourself together, and you're so focused on your thoughts you can barely hear anything around you. Now, with nowhere else to go but home, you were walking down the long back street towards the train station, deserted as people rarely walked this way and everyone who lived on the street itself were warm and happy indoors. With Kyoutani's long, muscular legs, incredible stamina, and furious resolve, he probably would have still caught up to you even if you'd actually ended up getting on that train.

You feel a strong hand suddenly grab your upper arm, pulling you to an immediate stop. You turn around, surprised, and are stunned to see Kyoutani, breathing deeply after what must have been a mad dash to reach you.

You're not sure what to do, but you tug your arm back, troubled with how hard he's gripping it. He immediately lets go, pulling his hand back and looking away.

You're not able to look him in the eye either. Your actions have slowly caught up with you, and without adrenaline coursing through your veins, fueling what you considered righteous anger against someone who had wronged you, you've begun to regret them.

It wasn't like it was wrong of him to reject you. Even the idea that he gave you false hope by accepting your chocolates, only to get rid of them as soon as possible with the one person who would consider it one of many, many Valentine's Day chocolates, someone who would never see it as special, was a flimsy excuse to interrupt his practice and yell at him in front of his teammates.

You feel so defeated and tired. You can't even cry anymore. You sniff, and wipe the tears from your face.

You don't even wait for him to demand an apology.

"I'm sorr—"

"Those chocolates. Were they…for me?" He asks you, his voice strong and serious.

Instead, he takes you completely by surprise once more.

He's now staring straight at you, his eyes boring into yours with an intense fire that nearly makes you step back.

"What?" You exclaim, tilting your head in confusion. He stares at you seriously, wordlessly.

"Yes, of course they were." You reply, still looking bewildered. "Who else would they be for?"

Kyoutani glances at you, and then quickly turns away again. His face is still red from running, but you notice that the tips of his ears are a little red now as well.

"Oikawa." Kyoutani says bluntly, looking irritated.

"…What?" You say again, this time more loudly. There are so many questions running through your head at his words that it was the only response you could come up with.

"You were always cheering for him. The only time I saw you really smiling was when Oikawa waved at you. You were even talking about how great you thought he was earlier." His brow furrows, and he looks more and more infuriated with every word he says.

Meanwhile, realization is slowly dawning on you. The gears in your mind start to click together and turn, and you start to understand all the confusion and the mess it caused.

"Ah! No wait, it's not like that!" You say hastily, waving your hands in front of you quickly as a way of reinforcing your 'No, absolutely not!' tone. "Oh no…no no no…I'm so sor—"

"S'Okay." He cuts you off abruptly. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away in annoyed embarrassment. "It's not your fault. I knew you were going to say something else when you handed me your chocolates but…" He pauses, and grits his teeth. "I thought you were going to talk about Oikawa. And the thought of listening to you talk about how much you like him and how you're too shy to give it to him in person really pissed me off. So I just grabbed the box and got out of there as fast as I could."

To be fair to him, you can see how always being seen cheering for Oikawa with a group of girls known for having crushes on him could be…misleading.

You're still staring at him in complete surprise at the fact that the possibility of you liking someone else had gotten him so angry, and that despite that fact he had still given those chocolates to that someone else. You have no idea what to say, and your mind swims with numerous thoughts. One question in particular keeps echoing through your head…

What does this mean?

"Why did you want to give the chocolates to me?" He asks you point blank. His eyes are once again boring into yours, looking at you with that now familiar serious intensity. You know that those eyes will miss absolutely nothing.

So you take a deep breath, and stand with your legs slightly apart, as if bracing yourself. Your hands are balled into fists at your sides, and you look up to him determinedly.

"K—Kyoutani-san! I was always someone who got taken advantage of. I—I was afraid of confrontation, afraid to speak up for myself, so I just…did what people wanted me to do. I did…" You pause, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears that had begun gathering at the corners of your eyes. "I did, until I saw you play." You say, your voice completely steady now as you look straight up at him. You don't bother trying to read his expression or figure out what it means. You know you need to tell him this, come what may.

"I—I was really amazed when I saw you play volleyball! You always looked like you were putting everything you had into spiking the ball, playing your best…and when you were upset, you weren't afraid of confronting someone and speaking your mind, no matter what! I really respected how you stood up for yourself and weren't afraid to go after what you wanted! I—I wanted to be someone like that. So—So I started to going to your games, so I could watch you play some more. I…I really loved watching you play volleyball!"

You take another long, deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm. Your heart is beating like crazy, and you're not even at the scariest part yet.

"And…and I thought that was enough but…but I was really happy when you stood up for me with that bully and—and more importantly, that you told me to stand up for myself. I really appreciated your words, and honesty, and that you were trying to help me. S—So…" You pause, and look down at the ground nervously, your cheeks burning red. "I—I realised that I really liked you, and for more than just the way you play, and…and I wanted to get to know you better, and…and so…" You stop, struggling to finish.

It doesn't matter though. Kyoutani has decided it's his turn.

He suddenly grabs your shoulders. He looks down at you closely, his expression oddly…apprehensive? Nervous? You stare up at him in complete and utter astonishment as he pulls you close to him and bends down and…presses his lips against yours.

His arms wrap around your back and waist, pulling you hard against his solid, muscular body. He kisses you fiercely, passionately, so much so that your knees start to go weak. The kiss is intense, brutal, almost violent in its power. If it wasn't for his strong arms holding you up, you're sure you would melt into a puddle. His breath is hot, just like his skin. And his eyes, his fiercely burning eyes are watching you so intensely, noting your every reaction. As he realises how much you're enjoying this, he grows even bolder.

He sucks at your lips, and then presses down on them with his own roughly, and you feel your mind go hazy. You feel his fingers digging into your body, trying to pull you even closer to him. It's not like it's just skill either, he's just…wild.

It's too much, and you begin to make pleasured noises into his mouth, running your fingernails down his chest desperately. At this point, he pulls up slightly, smirking proudly at your reaction. Your fingers desperately dig into his chest, trying to push yourself up to return your mouth to his, but he keeps his hot mouth tantalizingly out of your reach.

His arms move up your body, until he lets them rest lazily on your shoulders, his hands coming together behind your neck. His sharp eyes look like they're staring straight through you, constantly moving as they examine every facet of your face…misty eyes, swollen lips, red cheeks. You can already imagine you look like a complete and utter mess. Yet it's like Kyoutani can't get enough of staring at you.

You make confused, pained whines, staring at his mouth with frantic desperation. He grins, clearly loving this, loving how much you obviously want him. For a few moments he just seems to…enjoy himself, before his eyes turn unexpectedly sombre. He seems to be thinking about something very deeply. You stop squirming, looking up at him curiously as you try to figure out the odd expression on his face, one you've never seen on him before. It's a soft expression, almost wistful, but happy and… grateful?

"…I never thought I'd find a girl like you."

His voice, unexpectedly gentle, brings you out of your thoughts. His gaze seems almost affectionate as he looks down at you. He offers you a small smile, but it seems to waver…

You think about how your friends had told you a lot of people were afraid of Kyoutani. How in his first year, he only got to play in a few practice matches because of his confrontations with the third years. How he left the team when the teammates in his year turned away from him.

Wouldn't it have been…lonely?

"Kyoutani-san…"

You whisper his name softly. Kyoutani jolts abruptly, surprising you, and very suddenly the mood…changes.

"When you say my name like that…" He murmurs under his breath in a rough voice.

His eyes are predatory, like the night your eyes first met, but with his feral grin it gives his expression a whole new atmosphere. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine, and you feel the muscles of his abdomen shift against your mid-chest.

"And you're definitely right…that I'm not afraid to go after what I want. Or who I want…" He suddenly leans closer, and you immediately push yourself up…or try to, since he just steels his arms so you can't move up, effectively making sure you can't reach him. He leans down closer, letting his lips just brush yours.

"And guess who I want right now?"

You stare at him in stunned silence, your entire face a bright red and radiating enough heat to roast marshmallows. You're trying to think of something, anything to say in response, but your heart is beating so loudly you couldn't even hear your own thoughts.

Your only hint something is amiss is when Kyoutani suddenly pulls back, his eyes moving back and forth quickly, as if he instinctively knows something is wrong. His arms tighten around you, and he starts to turn his head, but it's too late.

"OI! WHAT ABOUT PRACTICE?!"

The loud shout is quickly accompanied by a downward punch to Kyoutani's noggin.

"Grahak!" Kyoutani lets out a loud garbled shout of surprise as he lets go of you and stumbles back. He rubs his head as he turns around, seeing a furious looking Iwaizumi with his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Kyoutani.

"Do you think you can just start yelling at your captain, and then run off?!" Iwaizumi roars at Kyoutani again.

Oh no, this was because of what you—wait, yelling at his captain?

"Now now, Iwa-chan~" Oikawa suddenly saunters around the corner, smiling charmingly. "It's young love! Just because girls don't like you doesn't mean Kyoutani has to follow in your footsteps."

Iwaizumi's furious gaze turns to Oikawa, who's still smiling airily as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

"But!" Oikawa continues, his eyes now turning more serious, which combined with his light smile gives him a scary expression that sends an unpleasant chill down your spine. "Iwa-chan is right. It's time to get back to practice. We're already starting late, after all~"

He winks at you, and you feel your heart sink. Oh right, you'd have to apologise to the entire team for disrupting their practice…

Oikawa suddenly disappears from your vision as Kyoutani steps in front of you protectively. You can't see his face, but by the tense, coiling muscles in his strong back you can tell that Kyoutani is not happy with Oikawa's attention being on you.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming, just gimme a min—"

"No." Oikawa says cheerfully. "Now."

"No. We're not done talking." Kyoutani growls in response.

There's a strained silence, and you can't see either of their faces but you can imagine that Oikawa and Kyoutani are giving each other some dark looks. You can see Iwaizumi's eyes turn sharp, as if he's only giving them a few more seconds to settle this before he gets involved.

"Um…Excuse me?" You speak up, stepping out from behind Kyoutani's shadow so you can see all three boys. Their gazes all quickly lock on you, and you try not to let your nervousness show as you suddenly find yourself at the center of attention.

"I—I'm very sorry about my behaviour earlier." You look down apologetically, rubbing your arm nervously. You can feel yourself shaking. "I really don't mind waiting to talk until after practice." You look up at Kyoutani, who's staring at you with intense concern. "Please don't worry about me."

Kyoutani is still watching you closely. He murmurs your name under his breath, still looking worried, still staring at you, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Then he unexpectedly raises his hand, and rests it gently on the side of your face. His large hand is warm and calloused, rough from what must have been inconceivable amounts of practice spiking, and yet it feels incredible against the soft, sensitive skin of your face. And his eyes never stop boring into yours, like there's no one but the two of you…

You look back at him helplessly, your cheeks red again. Does he even realise what it does to you when he does things like that? When he says your name like that? When he touches you, and the same powerful hand that can spike a volleyball with ferocious speed now caresses your skin with the degree of gentleness one would reserve for handling a china doll? When he stares at you like he's trying to memorise every aspect of your face?

Does he also not realise how embarrassing it is for you to have those reactions in front of Iwaizumi, who is looking more uncomfortable by the second and refuses to look at either of you, and Oikawa, whose eyes miss nothing and is giving you the most impish smirk?

You put your hand over his, and softly pull it away from your face as you hold it securely. You try to ignore how amazingly good it feels to hold his hand, because you know you'll have to let it go in just a few moments.

"Don't worry." You say softly. "Go to practice. I'll be there when you're done."

Kyoutani looks down at your hand, which gently lets go of his, and then he turns his gaze back to you. It seems he's now trying to figure out your expression…an interesting turn of the tables.

"Well, that settles that!" Oikawa says sweetly, clapping his hands together loudly.

"Oi, wait a—" Kyoutani starts, only to be grabbed by Iwaizumi, who immediately starts dragging him back in the direction of the school while still looking very flustered and irate. You can't help but feel that Iwaizumi really, really wants to get out of here as fast as he can. Kyoutani growls in protest, but he doesn't fight Iwaizumi, instead yelling out your name.

"I'll come straight to you once practice is done! Wait for me!" Kyoutani shouts heatedly, as Iwaizumi drags him around the corner.

You hear a muffled "Alright alright, I can walk on my own!" and Iwaizumi furiously scolding him in return.

"We'll go on ahead then." Oikawa says suddenly, making you jump as you turn back to him. "Please go back to school soon. Your friends are worried about you~"

You nod slowly, still looking at him nervously. You can imagine that your friends will have a lot of questions for you.

"Happy Valentine's Day, New Fan-chan~" Oikawa says affectionately, patting your head before he walks off to go follow Iwaizumi and Kyoutani, soon out of sight.

…You feel like the more you learn about Oikawa, the less you understand him.

You sigh loudly, bending down and putting your hands on your knees as you try to calm yourself down. This had been a long, long day. You stand back up, running a hand through your hair and trying to pat it down.

You're about to step forward, about to head back to school, when…

"Oi, Oikawa! You're gonna give me those chocolates back!"

"Mmmmm? Sorryyyyy, but that was a gift from my precious Mad Dog-chan! I couldn't bear to part with it~"

"As if, you bastard!"

You can't help but laugh. The smile that you feel on your face is genuinely, truly happy. You're glad that Kyoutani, who had so many problems getting along with his teammates his first year, isn't…isn't alone anymore.

You start to head back to the school, but as you're about to round the corner, you hear him again. The boys are farther away, but somehow, Kyoutani's voice still carries, as if the wind is bringing his words to you.

"They're mine!" Kyoutani growls possessively.

You sink to the ground, sitting against the building as you try to hide your blushing cheeks with your hands. This wasn't the way you were expecting Valentine's Day to go but…somehow, it had turned out better than you ever could have wished.

And just when you think you've calmed yourself down, his voice comes again. Kyoutani's voice is practically savage in its raw, fierce determination.

"Her too, Oikawa! She chose me. And I'm going to be the only guy who makes her happy!"