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Y/N's POV

I was going to be mature.

I really was.

But then Oikawa replaced the photo on the front of my clipboard with a picture of himself blowing a kiss.

Laminated.

In glitter gel pen.

Captioned "Your future husband 💍💋."

I didn't even notice until I was halfway through taking notes on the team's rotations, and Hanamaki let out the world's loudest wheeze.

"OIKAWA."

He just grinned across the court, smug as hell. "You forgot to kiss it this morning, manager-chan~!"

I launched my clipboard at his head.

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Operation: Lotion Bottle Switch

Revenge came swift.

The next day, I swapped his body lotion with self-tanner.

He didn't notice.

Until third period.

That's when I got the following text:

Oikawa [11:24 AM]:WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEWHY AM I ORANGEDO I LOOK LIKE AN EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE DORITO

Y/N [11:25 AM]:don't forget to moisturize 🧡

Oikawa [11:25 AM]:I HATE YOUbut like affectionately

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His next prank?

Cruel.

He put wet socks in my gym locker. Not just damp—soaked. I opened the door and nearly screamed.

There was a sticky note attached.

"Stay hydrated. – Oikawa"

He's going to hell. I'm sending him there myself.

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So I fight back with mental damage.

I start complimenting him.

A little too genuinely.

"Oh, that set was actually perfect, Oikawa."

"Wow, your tosses are really consistent today."

"Did you... get taller?"

He becomes paranoid within 48 hours.

"WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING," he corners me after practice.

I sip my water and shrug. "Just being nice."

"YOU'RE NEVER NICE."

"Exactly."

He spirals.

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The Real Juice Trap

I hand him a juice box.

He freezes. "Is it safe?"

"Yes."

"Like... really?"

I nod slowly.

He stares me down as he drinks it.

It's normal.

His eyes narrow. "What's the trick?"

"There is no trick."

He walks away suspicious.

Thirty minutes later, it kicks in.

Laxative.

Revenge is patient.And so am I.

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At this point, the team is over it.

During water break:

Iwaizumi: "I'm this close to throwing both of you into a dumpster."

Hanamaki: "Why a dumpster?"

Iwaizumi: "Because it fits the vibe."

Matsukawa: "Honestly, I ship it."

Kyoutani: "I ship fire and gasoline."

Y/N: "That's poetic."

Oikawa: "That's us."

Y/N: "No."

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My final move?

I "accidentally" leave my lip gloss in Oikawa's locker. Label peeled off. Unmarked.

He uses it.

He doesn't realize it's the plumping kind.

His lips swell a little. Just slightly. Nothing major. Just enough for Iwaizumi to pause mid-conversation and say, "Why do you look like you got stung by a bee."

Oikawa looks in the mirror.

Gasps.

Texts me.

Oikawa [5:41 PM]:YOU POISONED ME

Y/N [5:41 PM]:you look cute though

Oikawa [5:41 PM]:you said i look cute. i'm saving this.

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The day ends. Everyone's gone. I'm in the storage room reorganizing cones because Kyoutani broke another and Coach made me clean.

I don't hear him come in until his voice is right behind me.

"You know," he says, "your revenge arc has been impressive."

I don't turn. "Thanks. I'm considering world domination next."

"I'd support that," he says.

Then he steps closer.

I feel the air shift.

Again.

Too quiet. Too close.

I turn.

He's right there.

Too close.

He grins. "You missed a spot."

I blink. "What?"

He reaches forward. Touches my cheek. Swipes his thumb gently just under my eye.

Holds it up.

Glitter.

My own glitter.

He smirks. "Full circle."

I smack his hand away. "Stop trying to make this romantic."

"I'm not," he says. "You are."

I shove a cone into his arms and walk out of the room before I do something stupid.

Like blush.

Or kiss him.

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Oikawa [9:09 PM]:do you think it's weird that I kinda like when you prank me?

Y/N [9:10 PM]:yes?

Oikawa [9:10 PM]:i also like when you laugh at my dumb ideasand when you insult meand when you almost kiss me in the storage room and run away like a coward

Y/N [9:11 PM]:delete this conversation immediately

Oikawa [9:11 PM]:never 💘