"Oikawa, before you leave. make sure you acknowledge 'the meeting' between you and him."
"Uh, sure? But what do you mean by 'him'?"
"Don't worry honey, but you'll know who 'he' is when you feel it inside you."
Ushijima Wakatoshi, you are... him.
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I make my way to see Iwa-chan and my team, but I can't find them.
"Iwa-Chan? Iwa-Chan! IWA-CHAN! WHERE ARE YOUUUUU!?" I call for them, not really though, but I don't get any response. I turn and turn, but still nothing, until it hits me.
"Ow! Who threw that at me?!" I squint my eyes and I see Iwa-chan.
"Iwa-Chan! You came for me!" I run to him, arms wide open, but he doesn't accept my gesture.
"Coach has been looking for you Crappykawa! Get into the system and follow us instead of going off into the distance, AND MAKE US WORRY ABOUT YOU!" He yells at me, almost like it's a compliment.
"Don't worry Iwa-Chan, I'm sure Coach would be alright if I'm 5 minutes late."
I was terribly wrong.
"Really?" Iwa-Chan questioned me with a smirk, "then explain to him why it's 10;30am, when you were meant to be here at 9:00am!"
I was so wrong.
"I'M SO SORRY COACH! I DIN'T MEAN TO SCREW UP AS A CAPTAIN FOR MY TEAM, AND FOR YOU! PLEASE FORGIVE MY ACTIONS!" I begged and begged for forgiveness, but begging never worked in my favour.
"You need to keep on top of these things Oikawa, we haven't been able to do anything because of your scandalous behaviour!" Coach was very angry, his tone was deep, stern, and he never broke eye contact.
"Right!" I stood up straight, stared him in the eye, and apologised greatly. I then turned to the team, "I'm sorry for my scandalous behaviour, please bring forgiveness to me!" I bowed, while holding myself on the verge of tears as I let my team down.
"Oikawa," the coach got my attention, "you're going to be benched for the first set. Hopefully you'll learn a lesson about being on time." I was...I don't know how I felt. What are these feelings?
Towel around my neck, tears rolling down my cheeks, clenched fists and grinding teeth. I've never felt these or done these before. What am I feeling? I look up to check on the team, and it almost seems like they don't need me. They're doing perfectly fine, they're winning, they're destroying... Karasuno.
'Tch. No wonder Iwa-Chan threw the ball at my face.'
"Oikawa!" I heard the coach call me, "keep your head up and watch how they play. You might learn something from it." He gave my a smack on my back, almost as hard as Iwa-Chan would. I listened. I brought my head up, but all I could think to look at was him.
Ushijima Wakatoshi.
What was it? Hate? Fear? Grief? Lust? Boredom? I couldn't tell, it was all over the place.
I make my way onto the court, so many familiar faces.
"Well then, let's destroy this crew!"
"Yeah!"
They all responded. I felt great, yet I still couldn't break what feeling it was about him. I couldn't let my thoughts go afloat and make me lose the team I have.
I'll deal with him later. But all these callouts never helped either.
"Left!"
"Right!"
"Centre!"
"Bring it here!"
I couldn't concentrate at all, but that shrimp seems to have it under control.
Karasuno's number 10...you wanna be dealt with too, huh?
"Get some rest before our next match." I congratulated the team, gave them compliments, everything. But Iwa-Chan wasn't happy, whatsoever.
"Crappykawa! Where do you think you're going?" He stormed towards me, angry as always.
"Bathroom? Why? You care to join me?" That didn't make it any better, nor did the smirk. "I-Iwa-Chan, we can work this out! I-I never meant to be late! I'm sorry, it won't happen again!" He never stopped or slowed down at all.
"Why you little-" I saw the end of it.