“Oikawa-San, nice serve!” Hanamaki yelled out, and we all watched the captain toss the ball in the air, preparing for one of his brutal serves. I was hovering behind the sideliners, lost in my thoughts.
What the hell happened out there? I looked down at my palm, opening and closing my hand a few times.
His skin was so warm...it's still tingling… I heaved a sigh and groaned, shifting my weight from leg to leg.

“You do realise we're gonna be here till dark, right?” Yahaba leant over and whispered in my ear.

“Well then you guys are gonna have a field day watching me kick Shittykawa’s scrawny ass after this match.” I deadpanned, scrunching my nose to show my frustration.

“Just make sure to avoid his bad knee. We still need him.” Yahaba chuckled, switching his attention back to the match. I followed suit, muttering profanities under my breath directed towards the pretty setter on the court. From the corner of my eye I could see Kyōtani, standing a little away from his teammates, twitching and staring out at the game.
It must be so hard for him to just stand there and do nothing… I approached slowly and placed a hand on his back, making him tense immediately. He spun to growl, but stopped instantly when he saw it was me.

“You wanna get out there, don't you?” I asked with a sigh. Nodding, he looked back over to follow the ball with his eyes.

“No shit.” He said flatly, kind of shrugging my hand away. Just as I was about to say something else, the whistle sounded for a time out. I bolted straight to Oikawa when he stepped off the court.

“Oi, I'm calling in an additional favour.” I announced, folding my arms as I stood before him.

“A date, perhaps?” His face lit up and boy, did I want to slap it straight off.

“Ew, no.” I scrunched my face up in disgust. “I want you to put Kyōtani in the game. Even as a pinch would do.” He pouted at my reaction to the date suggestion.

“So cruel...But sure, I can do that. It's just a practice match anyway. We'll win even if he screws up.” The air of confidence around him made me fume, but I knew if I were to get physical I'd have his fangirls thirsty for my blood.

“He's still learning...don't treat him like he's nothing, Cuntykawa…” My voice was low and threatening, and he gasped at the offensive change of his name.

“That's harsh...even for you, (Y/N)-Chan…” He sounded upset, but gave me a nod as he slung his towel over his shoulder. Turning, he waved to his number sixteen. “Mad Dog-Chan! Come over here please!” Kyōtani stalked over, coming to a stop a few feet away. I could tell he respected his captain, but didn't exactly like him. Does he actually like anyone?

“Mmm?” He grunted quietly. Oikawa gave him a closed eye smile and pointed to his chest.

“You'll be coming in as a pinch server when it's Kindaichi-Chan’s turn.” The only part of Kyōtani to show excitement was his eyes; but boy, did they shine. He gave a short nod, looking between me and his Senpai.

“Okay.”

Oikawa turned to me and ruffled my hair, dodging my attempts to swat his sweaty hand away.

“If he loses us a point, I get out of walking your mongrel, ‘Kay?” He bargained, finally pulling his arm back after I shot him a vicious sneer.

“Agreed, but call him a mongrel again and I'll fix you, too!” I snapped, choosing to just pull my hairband out so I wouldn't have to continue redoing it.

“Fix?” The third year tilted his head, perplexed by my threat. Without a word I just held my fingers in front of my crotch and snipped them in a scissor motion. His face dropped and I could hear the other team members snicker. Even Kyōtani had to stifle a chuckle.

“(Y/N)-Chan, that's nasty!” Oikawa wailed, throwing his arm over his eyes dramatically.

“Then don't insult my fur baby!” I huffed, walking away with my nose in the air.

He's such a douche. How dare he! But it least Kentarō-Kun gets a chance. Kentarō...why does his name sound so...right?

***Short chapter because I've been baking all day and couldn't think of any more for this part hahaha***