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Y/N's POV

Day Two.

I walk into the gym, clipboard in hand, wondering why I let my father convince me to do this. I must've been possessed. Or blackmailed. Or both.

As usual, the gym is a battlefield of noise and teenage testosterone.

And like clockwork, he spots me.

Oikawa Tooru. The walking, talking, smirking problem.

"Good morning, my sweet, clipboard-wielding goddess," he calls out like we're starring in a rom-com no one asked for. "I dreamed about you last night."

"Was it a nightmare?"

"Nope. You were yelling at me. It was incredible."

I keep walking. He follows.

"Did you miss me?" he adds.

"I missed not hearing your voice."

"That's just your way of saying you love me."

"Not even remotely."

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Practice starts. I stand at the sidelines, watching them warm up while jotting notes on the clipboard—my new emotional support weapon.

"HEADS UP!"

Without even looking, I catch the volleyball one-handed, write 'stop aiming at my face, losers' on the paper, and chuck it to the bench.

The team lets out a collective "OOOH."

Oikawa jogs over, smiling like an idiot. "You're so hot when you're terrifying."

I turn and whack the clipboard against his chest.

"Touch me again and I'll shove this thing so far down your throat you'll start coughing up rosters."

He holds the clipboard like I just handed him a love letter. "Do it."

From across the gym, Iwaizumi yells, "OIKAWA, GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!"

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During a water break, I sit off to the side, finally enjoying five seconds of peace. That's when Iwaizumi walks over with his own water bottle and a quiet nod.

"Thanks for not running away yet," he says.

"Thanks for not being insane like the rest of them," I reply, stretching my legs.

We sit side by side, just vibing in the corner while chaos erupts in the background. It's... surprisingly nice.

"Did Oikawa always have that much ego?" I ask.

"Since birth. He came out of the womb winking at the nurse."

I snort. "That poor nurse."

He cracks a smile. "You're doing alright. They're idiots, but they're good idiots."

"You're oddly chill. I like that," I say, nudging him with my elbow. "You're like... team dad."

"Better than team dumbass."

"Oh, I think we both know who has that title."

We glance across the gym where Oikawa is literally spinning a volleyball on his finger and making eye contact with me like it's a mating dance.

Iwaizumi sighs. "Please ignore him."

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While Iwaizumi and I are deep in conversation about how Matsukawa once duct taped Hanamaki to a pole for fun, Oikawa keeps walking past us... slowly... multiple times.

Then he starts stretching right in front of us. Dramatically. Groaning every time he bends over.

"Are you two bonding?" he asks, suddenly crouching next to us. "That's so cute. Should I be jealous?"

I take a long sip from my water bottle.

He grins. "Want me to stretch with you? I'm very flexible."

I look him dead in the eyes.

And accidentally-on-purpose squirt water directly into his face.

He freezes. Water dripping from his bangs.

Everyone else? Watching. Waiting.

"Oops," I say flatly.

The gym explodes in laughter.

Hanamaki is wheezing. Matsukawa falls over. Someone yells "SHE'S A LEGEND."

Oikawa dramatically wipes his face and gasps. "You... you WATERBOARD me and expect me to just MOVE ON?"

"You'll survive."

He blinks. "She's so mean to me."

Iwaizumi pats his shoulder. "You deserve it."

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That Night

Team Group Chat: Aobajosai Demons

Oikawa: she SPIT water on me

Y/N: I was hydrating the air

Hanamaki: THE AIR 💀

Matsukawa: the precision tho. sniper-level aim

Iwaizumi: you were being weird man

Oikawa: I was just trying to stretch. with emotions.

Y/N: if you breathe near me tomorrow I'm bringing a spray bottle

Oikawa: you flirt in such unique ways 😍

Coach Sadayuki: proud of you, sweetie

Y/N: you're next.