𝐂𝐇. 𝟒𝟎

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Y/N's POV

It was just another friendly scrimmage.

Well—"friendly" if you ignored the part where Oikawa was glaring daggers across the court because one of the rival players had winked at me during warm-ups.

I hadn't even done anything.

I was literally standing there, clipboard in hand, focused on my checklist of rotations and hydration reminders, when I heard it:

"Hey, Manager-san. You ever considered switching teams?"

I blinked, looked up—and was met with the cockiest smirk I'd ever seen from anyone not named Oikawa.

I laughed. "Only if the water bottle refills itself."

He chuckled. "We'd do it for you."

Aoba Johsai collectively stiffened.

Oikawa, across the court, dropped his volleyball.

And then crushed it with his hand.

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The game hadn't even started and he was already throwing death glares.

And when the actual match kicked off? Oikawa was a walking disaster.

He served too hard. Missed a receive. Shanked a set to Iwaizumi, who promptly yelled, "Get it together, dumbass!"

I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

But then he caught me smiling at one of the opposing wing spikers—purely because he tripped during a serve, not because I was interested—and Oikawa full-on snapped a pencil in half.

His own pencil.

Who even brings a pencil to a volleyball game?

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Oikawa's POV

I am fine.I am fine.

I am not bothered that some wannabe setter with bad posture and too much cologne tried to flirt with her.

I am not jealous.

I'm just setting harder than usual because I'm passionate about winning. That's all.

Totally not imagining decking that guy in the parking lot.

Totally not distracted by the fact that she laughed at his joke.

Totally not thinking about how he smiled at her like he had a chance.

Iwaizumi caught my spiral during a timeout and smacked the back of my head.

"Jealousy makes you ugly."

I rubbed my skull. "I am a very attractive man."

"Not when you're setting into the net."

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Y/N's POV

By the end of the game—which Aoba Johsai won, somehow—Oikawa was basically vibrating with rage and pettiness.

We were cleaning up when it happened.

The flirty rival player passed by again and said, "Good game. I'd ask for your number, but your boyfriend looks like he'll explode."

And that was it.

Oikawa dropped the water jug.

"I'm not her boyfriend," he said, loud enough for the team, the rivals, and probably the heavens to hear. "yet..."

I turned, smirking. "Aw, poor thing. Feeling territorial?"

He stepped forward, eyes narrowed. "You let him flirt with you."

"I literally said nothing."

"You smiled!"

"Because he tripped!"

"You've never laughed when I trip."

"Because you fall on purpose to get attention!"

Our faces were inches apart. Everyone around us was pretending not to listen.

I was definitely pretending not to enjoy this.

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Then—without thinking, without planning, without caring who saw—I reached up and grabbed the collar of his jersey.

And kissed him.

Right there. Right in front of everyone.

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't slow.

It was one of those frustrated, you're-so-annoying-it-makes-me-crazy kisses.

And Oikawa?He kissed me back like he'd been waiting for it since the second I stepped into the gym.

His hands gripped my waist. One of us gasped—couldn't tell who. I felt his stupid smirk against my lips and immediately bit down just enough to make him yelp.

And then it was over.

I stepped back. He blinked, breathless, stunned.

"...What was that?" he croaked.

"Shutting you up," I said, and walked away.

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Oikawa's POV — Minutes Later

I was still standing there when Iwaizumi walked past and clapped me on the back.

"She finally shut you up. Miraculous."

I rubbed my mouth. "I think I blacked out."

"You look like it."

"Was it good?"

"It looked like vengeance."

"...Nice."

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[Later That Night — Texts]

Oikawa: u kissed me 😦

Y/N: you were whining

Oikawa: do it again?? for science??

Y/N: shut up

Oikawa: but i miss u already

Y/N: that's not my problem

Oikawa: it will be when i show up in a tux and call your dad "father-in-law"

Y/N: oikawa.

Oikawa: 😌❤️