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As soon as you all walked into the gym, you could see guys taller than average throwing up and spiking down balls. It was loud, the sound echoing the whole damn gym. There were significantly more men here than on Karasuno's team, all wearing the same blue shirt.

You and F/N stood with the team, her clinging to you awkwardly as a group of boys gave you both looks. One of them nearly walked up to you two, but stopped when he saw the figurative fire raging with F/N's eyes, baring her teeth at him like a dog.

"Thank you for the game!" Karasuno bowed, making everyone look at them. The players on the other team merely bowed and said 'thank you' simultaneously.

Your team started to talk about how good the opposing team was, but you and F/N didn't bother to listen, only giving each other a look before rushing up to the coach.

You both bowed at him. As always, you did all the talking. "Good afternoon sir. I was hoping that we would be able to interview a player or two."

"Sure, just don't bother the game." The coach didn't even glance at you, too busy writing something down. You took what you were given, however, and walked away as quickly as possible.

"Geez, what was that old geezer's problem? He didn't even look at us!" F/N huffed, brows furrowed angrily.

"I... have a feeling he's used to that sort of thing." You shook your head, stopping in the middle of the gym and looking around. "Do you know what Oikawa looks like, F/N?"

"Obviously not!"

You deadpanned at her, then turned around. "Well then." Looking to find the nearest person to you—you saw a boy with muscular arms and spiky hair. " Excuse me. Do you know where Oikawa is?"

As if the mere mention of his name was enough to piss this guy off, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows were lowered angrily. "That damn looks-for-brains idiot hurt himself. Sorry, but you probably won't find him around here." He scoffed lowly under his breath and tossed a ball at a boy.

You tried to not let disappointment show through your expression, but it seemed you failed since the guy took one look at you and rolled his eyes. "Oh well," You let out a sigh, your grip on your papers faltering ever so slightly. 

"That's disappointing, he would have made our paper so much more popular. We will just have to settle for a different guy."

He turned away from you two, about to walk away until he felt a tug on his shirt. His eyes widened, and looking into his green ones, was you, staring intently at him.

"Would you mind excusing yourself for some questions?"

Until he dropped it at your request. Feeling his cheeks heat up, he looked over to you to see if you were being completely genuine, not kidding or taunting.

"M-Me?"

"Who else?" The tone you had picked up made him gulp nervously and feel embarrassed. "Unless you'd like me to refer to you by your name."

"Oh.. I... I'm Iwaizumi Hajime..." He said, trailing off, eyes trained on the ground as if it were the most interesting thing ever. Suddenly, his angry expression was nowhere to be found, and now, he looked more shy and bashful than anything.

"L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you, Iwaizumi-san." You bowed your head slightly as if you were to go any lower, your pride would shatter.

"...FL/N F/N! It's AN ABSOLUTE PLEASURE to meet you!" She bowed lowly, almost to a perfect angle. "So um-first question..."

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After you had finished asking all the questions about some stuff, you gave him an awkward look. "Thank you for complying. You should get started now, my school is quite the impatient team."

"Haha, yeah..." He felt his cheeks heat up, scratching the back of his neck. Iwaizumi pressed his lips tightly together, looking away next to him before mentally hyping himself up. If he didn't ask now—then he might never get a chance like this again. "Hey um- do you think I could get your number?"

You paused, just as you were going to walk away. Staring dead at him, you squinted at him. "I... okay. Give me your hand." 

Your voice made it almost sound like a demand, and who was he to say no? He held his palm out, and you clicked the top off a pen. F/N dived down to catch it before it hit the floor, letting out a sigh of relief as it landed in her hands. 

You quickly wrote down your mobile number on his palm, looking up at his flushed and trembling features. You closed your pen lid and wordlessly walked away. Leaving the man there, shaky and pathetic, staring at his hand in awe.

F/N was also left standing there in shock, before blinking froggishly a few times and letting out a little shriek as she ran back up to you. Y/N-sama gave him her number?! She never gives guys her number!

"Huh?! What was that?! You never give guys your number! What's so special about him, huh?! It took forever for me to convince you!"

You only had a blank, dead look as she kept wailing.

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Just as you got back to the team, Hinata looked like he was going to be sick, and not in a fun way... if there even is a fun way. Is there? Like... in a metal way. Rock music is sick. The cool sick. Adjective. Like "Bro, that was sick! Super cool!" That way. But I don't think that was the way he was feeling... I don't know actually.

"Hinata, are you okay?" He looked really bad at that moment. "If it's about the game, I wouldn't worry. Onion Head and that other guy are as skitterish as a pathetic bug. They may seem big and bad on the outside, but that doesn't mean anything. Make sure you win, so I can document it."

You finished it all off with a few blinks, unintentionally making his head spin.

"M-M-Marry me when I'm older!" He blurted out, cheeks blaring red and his voice shaky.

"I'm not sure about that."

"Wh—You shouldn't make your mind up yet!"

F/N started to laugh at his glowing face as you both walked to the sidelines.

Kiyoko looked over to you, jogging over and pointing at the determined orange boy. "I think you broke him."

You swung your leg atop of your other, your clipboard resting soundly on your knee. "Oh well. My mistake."

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Maybe you did break Hinata. He almost crashed into you and F/N multiple times, you having to shield her from anything, whether it be shoes, or a ball, hitting her.

Hinata was freaking out like crazy. And it seemed like it happened so suddenly, his turn to serve.

He looked at the ball, hands shaking and body trembling. He was clearly contemplating something when the whistle blew. Startled, he threw the ball up, and hit it low, only for it to fly right at...

The back of Kageyama's head.

The victim turned around, eyes twitching in annoyance and face devoid of any emotion. Hinata looked like he had seen a ghost, walking backwards and shaking. His face went sickly pale, and you were sure you could see something trying to escape from his lifeless husk of a body.

He grabbed the back of the ginger's head, getting it through his thick skull that there was absolutely nothing scarier than hitting Kageyama, and that he shouldn't be scared anymore because he's already done his greatest fear. He worded it so beautifully.

He walked away, only for Tanaka to come up to Hinata and give him another lecture. Except he wasn't as scary and was pretty chill for most of it.

"Alright, so who're your favourite upperclassmen?!"

"... You! For sure!" L/N.

"Yeah!"

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Now, this was note-worthy. Oikawa, after not being here for basically two sets of the game, was back. He had sprained his knee and had to sit out.

"Careful Oikawa!" Some distant girls called out, cheeks pink with heart eyes. "Don't hurt yourself!"

He had waved at them, only for them to start squealing while blushing furiously. He turned around to Karasuno, who were mostly (and by mostly I mean Tanaka and Kageyama) glaring at him.

"Ahaha, long time no see Kageyama." He waved with a charming grin. "How long has it been since I last saw you? You've grown. How's it feel to be the king?"

"Man, how do girls like him? He's so rude." F/N muttered under her breath, folding her arms and huffing. After a minute, Oikawa was already warming up.

"I know he might be rude, but what other choice do we have? He's so popular. We are only doing this for one reason. Publicity." You whispered, spoken like a true businesswoman. Plastering a fake expression to cover up your distaste, you quickly walked over to him, where he was stretching and watching the two teams play.

"Hello, Oikawa-san. I hope you've had a good afternoon." You said, lowering your head slightly. F/N hesitantly mimicked you, grumbling quietly and tapping her foot.

"Ahaha, aren't you a sweetheart? I've had a great afternoon, how about you, journal-chan?" He smiled his signature, charming smile.

Journal-chan? How stupid. 

"It's been pleasant." You answered blandly, staring deep into his soul. "Since you must already know I'm a journalist, you may already know what I'd like to ask you, yes?"

"Mhm, aren't you smart? Say, after this, how about we go out sometime?" Oikawa leaned back on his heel, a smirk playing across his lips. His arms folded over his chest and he tilted his head so innocently.

"Why is that girl so close to him? Is she his girlfriend?" You could hear a girl from the sidelines ask.

Of course not.

"Unfortunately, I'm busy. Everyday. Would you please answer some questions?"

F/N felt pride rush through her. She's so cool!

"Oh, that's too sad, journal-chan. I would call it a date if you'd be interested."

"I hope you get that I've established that I, unfortunately, cannot attend any date you'd offer. I am a busy woman and I do not have time for anything as silly as that. Now that you hopefully understand my reasoning behind not attending, would you please answer some questions?"

You were starting to get annoyed. Why couldn't he just get that you weren't interested? If he pushed any further you were going to storm off.

"Why not journal-chan? I'm sure you could make time for me."

"Do you understand the meaning of no? Stop pushing your luck with me. You are extremely ignorant and you matter nothing to me if you aren't interested in anything but going out with me. Do you want my real answer? I don't want to go out with a jackass like you who won't even make time to know me before thinking about dating. If you will not answer my questions, I will take my leave."

You said, with the same picture-perfect smile that hid anger behind it. At this point, he was shocked. Sure he's had his handful of girls yell at him, but none have been this hurtfully truthful and still said this so blankly.

"Okay, you win. Tooru Oikawa, thats me. Now, what were these questions you were talking about?"

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"And that's the last of them?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, okay journal-chan, how about I get your number? We can talk from there." Oikawa smiled at you, smooth cheek resting on his palm.

"I am so very sorry, but it looks like you should be getting back to playing. Apologies, Oikawa-san, but I hope you understand that I want nothing to do with you. Goodbye."

You grabbed onto F/N's hand, dragging her away as she stuck her tongue out and pulled on her eye at the older man. She eventually started walking beside you regularly, looking up at you in awe.

"Y/N-sama, how do you stay so calm?! I would've punched him in the face!" F/N asked, glaring into nothing as she punched the air a few times.

"I'm upset. But I've learned to contain my anger to not let things like that get what they want. You'll learn one day." You spoke softer, patting her hair before walking back to your spot.

F/N, once again, was frozen on the spot, face red.

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