“I swear to god we had better not be going up against him,” Dabi said lowly.
“What?! Is he here?!”
“Yeah… and he’s with someone too. Fuck. They had better not be the pair we’re up against,” Dabi said.
“We could totally beat them,” you snorted, “what are you worried about?”
Dabi didn’t reply, instead, pursed his lips together and scowled as Oikawa and his partner walked through the crowds towards you.
“Come on,” he said after a few seconds, “let’s go. We have another match soon.”
Round after round, you and Dabi slowly made your way up the ladder of success, until finally you only had to beat 2 more teams and you would be standing on the winner’s podium.
“We’re almost there baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-ahhhh ummm, Dabi,” you said, stopping yourself from saying ‘baby’.
“Nice save, G,” Dabi teased, nudging you with his elbow.
“Shut up, we only have a few more to go and then we can get out of here,” you said, “this binder is so hot!”
“You know what else is hot?” Dabi leered.
“Don’t even start, Dabi, any further comments from you are gonna be hella gay, because I’m a dude, I’m manifesting my dudeism, look at me. I am dude,” you said, holding your arms out, palms up, then gently wafting the universes positivity towards you, “oh hey, I still gotta peg you.”
“The fuck?” Dabi asked with surprise when you changed subjects so quickly.
“Do I have to?”
“Yes… well like, I’m not gonna forcefully take you so it has to be consensual,” you said, “I’m a cool dude.”
“Can you stop saying ‘dude’?”
“Would you prefer I dab instead?” You wiggled your drawn on, bushier eyebrows at him.
“I will… I’ll do it,” you threatened, shaking out your limbs in preparation for the dab.
“I swear to god, G, I’m gonna cut you off,” he warned.
“Next teams report to the centre court!” A voice called loudly over the intercom, interrupting a potential physical altercation between you and Dabi.
“That’s us!” you said brightly, turning and walking away without dabbing.
Dabi snorted with amusement and followed you through the crowds to the court that you would both be playing at, stopping to eye off the team on the other side.
“If we beat these fucksticks then we’re in the finals… I wonder if Oikawa is on the final team yet to play?” Dabi thought.
He didn’t have much more time to contemplate because just then you were called forward to start the match and after shaking the other team’s hands under the net, you were underway.
This team were a little harder to beat and it was clear that they had played together many times. They were very in sync and they had you running all over the court but no matter how hard they pushed you, you were still able to keep up.
Dabi could see that they were targeting you so he kept your moral up with plenty of positive comments, jumping in to help where he could, and finally, amazingly, you won, dropping to your knees the second it was announced that you had beaten the other team.
“Finals! We’re in the finals,” you panted, putting your hand out for Dabi to help you up off the court. “Who is it? Which team?” you asked, “who are we versing??”
“I dunno, the score board hasn’t updated yet,” Dabi replied, wiping sweat from his brow.
You looked up and waited for the board to update and finally it announced who you would be versing.
“Fuck,” Dabi grunted when he saw the name up on the board.
“Shit. It is him, huh?” you said in a dead voice when you saw Oikawa’s name.
“But who is the other name?”
“Iwazumi, Hajime,” Dabi said darkly, “I don’t think that’s in the rules to bring in your underclassmate to help win.”
“Underclassmate?” You asked, “did they go to school together?”
“Yeah. I think Iwazumi is in his final year now… did the rules say anything about the age of the players?”
“I can’t remember to be honest,” you said sadly, “are these guys good together?”
“Are they good together?!” Dabi scoffed, “does my cock fit your pussy like a glove??”
You hissed with embarrassment and slapped a hand to his mouth, inadvertently slapping him in the face and knocking him back a bit with the force of your hand.
“Teammates not getting along? Or is this a lovers quarrel?” Oikawa’s teasing voice asked from behind you.
“Shit?! Does he know?!” You spun around to face him, an odd look on your face.
“Shut up, shittykawa,” Iwazumi sighed from slightly behind him, “save your energy for the game. Sorry about him,” he then apologized to you.
“Awww but they’re such a cute male couple,” Oikawa continued.
“Oh thank god. He thinks I’m a dude.” You sighed internally with relief.
“Well… if you swing that way, maybe turn around when I service ace you so the ball can smack you in the ass like the good bottom bitch you are,” Dabi replied calmly to the clearly overconfident Oikawa.
Iwazumi had to look the other way to hide his smirk as Oikawa pulled the most horrified expression you had ever seen anyone pull.
“Save it for the courts, ladies,” you said with a dismissive hand wave, “we’ll see who tops.”
Iwazumi smirked and put his hand out for you to shake it.
“I like the way you think. See you out there,” he said before dragging a protesting Oikawa away.
“We’re gonna get fucked,” Dabi deadpanned.
“What?! You have no faith in us!” you replied indignantly.
“I have played against him,” Dabi said again, “and he’s good. Annoyingly, frustratingly good.”
“It’s unlike you to give such a compliment,” you said with surprise, a dreaded feeling rising in the pit of your stomach and settling like a lead ball in your gut.
Slowly you moved to the court that you would be versing Oikawa on, and waited for the cue to start.
Spectators and other competitors gathered around to watch and an air of excitement hung over the volleyball court with whispers and comments flying back and forth between the onlookers as you, Dabi, Oikawa and Iwazumi, all took your places.
Naturally, Oikawa was set in the back line with Iwazumi in front and as the coin was flipped, both he and Dabi called their choices.
“Head,” Dabi called out.
“Tails,” Oikawa replied.
The coin landed in the umpires right hand and he placed it over onto the back of his left hand then removed his right and looked down.
“Tails,” he called, pointing to Oikawa.