Kuroo didn’t reply Oikawa, he just held onto his hand with a fierce grip for a little longer then let go and walked back to his team.
“Ok.” The sly ‘rooster haired’ captain said to his teammates as he gathered them around and held a fist out, “We’re like the blood in our veins. We must flow without stopping. Keep the oxygen moving and your mind working.”
You watched as the Nekoma team completed their little ritual then looked over to Oikawa and his team.
The cute Aobajosai captain seemed completely relaxed, giving you the victory sign and a cheeky smile as he casually joined his team.
“I’ll be wearing their number 1 down.” Oikawa said lowly as he turned his back to you and faced his team, a smug look gracing his features, “so I’m counting on you all to back me.” He added as he then turned and took to the court.
Oikawa was serving first and you sat back, ready to see what this cutie could do.
He tenderly lifted the ball up onto the tips of his fingers and spun it around before stopping it with his palms and raising it to his lips, looking across to the opposite team.
“Is he ever going to hit the ball?” You thought as he took his time to set up.
Suddenly he threw the ball up and looked up at it, an intensely concentrated look taking over his features as he ran up underneath the ball and crouched; swinging his arms back then, using their momentum, flicking them forward and up, leaping high into the air.
“Holy shit???” You gasped as he basically flew up and smacked the ball with his palm, making it shoot across the net at such a speed that Nekoma’s team didn’t even have a chance to do anything.
The sidelined Aobajohsai teammates yelled and applauded and you found yourself doing the same; awestruck at how well he could serve.
Oikawa smirked across at you and winked before the ball was returned to his side. He was handed the ball again and this time he bounced it a few times, concentrating on someone on the other side.
“I wonder who he’s looking at?” You thought as you glanced across at the Nekoma team.
His gaze appeared to be aimed at Kuroo.
As Oikawa tossed the ball up again you became aware that there was the word ‘Olé’ being yelled by his teammates, a slow build up on the first part of the word and the second part being punctuated as he hit the ball.
“I feel like I’m at an actual game, the mood is so intense.”
The ball flew across the net and headed straight for Kuroo who tried to retrieve it but ended up catching it with his shoulder instead and it spun sharply to the right, careering off the court.
“Sorry guys.” Kuroo apologized to his team as the ball bounced over to the wall.
“Don’t mind, shake it off.” A smattering of replies came back to him, and you gave him a sympathetic look before looking back at Oikawa who has a small smirk pulling at his lips.
“He’s dead serious about this game?” You thought as you watched him.
The score was now 2 : 0, with Aobajosai in the lead.
While the ball was being returned to Oikawa you noticed the Nekoma libero; Yaku, whisper something to Kuroo, who nodded then looked back over at Oikawa.
“Ohh? What’s going on here?” You thought as you readied yourself for Oikawa’s next power serve.
The cute Aobajosai captain did his run up and smacked the ball at Kuroo.
The lithe Nekoma captain quickly moved out of the way and suddenly Yaku was there, crouching low and digging out the ball before anyone had time to comprehend what was going on.
The ball was quickly set up for Kenma who jumped up as if to set for what looked like, Kuroo, to spike, but at the last minute he dumped it over the net and the point was given to Nekoma.
You cheered loudly and Kuroo looked across at you, smirking slyly before he then looked back at his teammates and praised their efforts.
Oikawa pouted as he looked away, annoyed that his plan had been thwarted so early on in the game, and on top of that you were cheering for Kuroo, and not him.
Back and forth the game went, each team coming up with plays that left the opposing team asking themselves ‘what the fuck just happened’ and all too soon the scores were 22 :23 with Nekoma slightly ahead.
It was now down to the final few plays.
You had mixed feelings as the final 3 points were won by Aobajosai, leaving Nekoma at 23 points as Oikawa and his team sky rocketed to 25.
The final whistle blew and your heart sank as you saw the dejected look on the Nekoma players faces.
“Awwwww, I just want to hug them all.” You thought as you watched them stand there, huffing from the intense game.
You stood up, intending to go and console and praise Nekoma’s efforts, when Oikawa ran up to you.
“So?” He said in a flirtatious voice as he panted slightly, “we won, how about that date?”
You paused and looked up at him, he was sweating and chest was rising and falling heavily and you smiled.
“That was a good game, you have a really strong serve!” You said with awe.
“Ah, yeah well, I’m the captain after all, I gotta have something up my sleeve.” He replied, giving you a sexy smirk as he pulled his phone out, “put your number in,” he encouraged happily as he held his phone out to you, “I know this is gonna sound super cheesy but during that whole game… I just couldn’t stop thinking about you…” He paused and looked away, feigning a bashful look. “Ugh, I feel silly now, sorry that was such a lame thing to say.” He added an embarrassed chuckle as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
“N-No, I thought it was …. cute.” You said softly, bashfully taking his phone and put your number in.
“No, you’re cute.” He said softly as he watched you put your number in and hand his phone back, his fingers touching yours in the exchange. “Well, I’d better get back to my team but I’ll text you.” He jogged off backwards then turned and headed to his teammates.
You sighed dreamily as you watched Oikawa go, then you headed over to the Nekoma side of the nets.
The mood was very chilly on that side of the court and you shuddered slightly.
“Hey.” You called to Kuroo with a sympathetic look on your face. “You guys did so well.”
Kuroo nodded and turned away, saying as many encouraging things to his defeated teammates as possible.