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includes โ daichi, oikawa, ushijima, kuroo, bokuto, kita
hq!! captains feeling jealous when they see you wearing their best friend's jersey instead of theirs.
he was never someone to get worked up about something so insignificant. daichi was never one to pull you to the side for something so... so small but when he saw you walk into the gym beside suga. when he saw you wearing his friend's jersey instead of his truly made him snap. he knows so well that this was such a small matter but seeing you with a 2 instead of a 1 on your shirt made him see red.
were you choosing suga instead of him? were you going to cheer for him instead?
his heart hurt when he saw you sheepishly smile at suga who only patted your back in return. he excused himself and pulled you to the side. it took everything in him to not just yell and ask so many questions, but when he saw you look up to him with questioning eyes, he knew better than to startle you with yells.
"baby, what's wrong?" you questioned, curiosity flooding your mind. an exasperated sigh escaped his chapped lips as he ran his hand through his hair. "dai..chi?" you asked once more seeming concerned about your boyfriend's situation.
"why..." you only raised your brow in response. "why're you wearing his jersey?" before you could even ask who, your eyes flashed in recognition. he's... jealous..! you giggled whilst covering your mouth with a hand. "love... i spilled coffee on my shirt and suga just saw me and gave me a shirt to change in. i would've asked you but suga found me first."
his eyes widened, you could clearly see the tips of his ears redden in embarrassment. a laugh fell from your lips as he just caved in and rested his head at the crook of your neck. "if it's bothering you so much, give me your jersey. i'll change into it and cheer for you even louder." he only nodded as you two moved towards the changing rooms hand in hand.
jealous... him? pfft, impossible. he could never be jealous, especially not towards iwaizumi. why would he be jealous?
those words were ones that were supposed to flood his mind but why was he feeling his heart tighten? suddenly butterflies flooded his stomach and yet they were ones of jealousy.
why did he see a 4 instead of a 1 on you? why were you wearing iwa-chan's jersey? what made it worse was the whispers blooming from the stands, from his own fangirls were irritating him.
"hey, is iwaizumi and y/n dating?"
"omg, they're kind of cute together."
is... is this what he gets for keeping his relationship with you a secret?
hurriedly stomping towards your form and iwaizumi's he shouts irritatedly, "iwa-chan! how dare you steal y/n-chan away from me!" a silence broke out in the gym, that is until oikawa's fangirls broke out in whispers.
"yes we are dating! y/n-chan is my very attractive partner!!!" oikawa shouts while he carried you princess style. "baby?..." you cautiously asked while he was carrying you out the gym. seeing the pout on your boyfriend's face, you couldn't help but giggle. "eh..? y/n-chan don't laugh at me!!" he pouted even more.
"sorry hun..." before he could even ask why you were wearing his friend's jersey, you spoke. "if you're gonna ask why i'm wearing iwaizumi's jersey, it was because we wanted to experiment. he asked me to wear his jersey so he could see how you'd act since you focus on your fangirls too much..." you trail off.
"i didn't think you'd expose our relationship but... i'm glad. now no one can steal you away from me."
when you asked him if you could wear his jersey to show some "team spirit," he told you it was unnecessary to do so, but now that he's seeing you wear tendou's jersey with that goofy smile he loves so much, he couldn't help but second guess his decisions.
the way he saw you smile and cheer so loudly, seemingly happier, hurt him. ushijima's heart squeezed as he tried not to show anything. you were at a match and on the way to the finals, he can't let something so trivial affect him in magnitudes, and yet... he couldn't let it go.
his gameplay started to dwindle, his spikes lost bite and soon a spark that volleyball brought in his monotone eyes faded suddenly. deciding that he couldn't take this anymore, he dragged you to the side once a time out was called.
"baby i... i'm sorry. please, please wear my jersey instead." expecting to be berated, he didn't expect a giggle that fell from your lips. "alright then toshi. i love you ok? i wouldn't replace you." and with one last giggle, you took off tendou's jersey revealing a second jersey underneath.
no matter how much he would reassure himself, it truly never worked, not especially after seeing you with a red jersey on but without his number on it. it pissed him off knowing that you'd have someone else's shirt on you, and i pissed him off more knowing that it was kenma's jersey you're wearing.
maybe he's being overdramatic but he can't help it. he can't help but be a possessive over the best thing in his life. he wanted to scream, and shout, and yell profanities, to let know to the entire world that you were his, and his only.
slamming a ball over the net, a small mark forms on the floor from the force. hearing the sound made you flinch. how couldn't you? it was loud enough to even startle cats which were a few feet from the gym. you were sure you could hear teachers and students question as to what that was.
you knew something was up.
something has definitely irked your boyfriend to the point where he'd spike with a force that'd make a mark in the floor. after a few seconds of thinking, you realized what was up. you were wearing kenma's jersey which was funny because the only reason why you were was a small stain.
softly chuckling, you saunter towards your slightly fuming boyfriend and pulled him down. a soft peck was set on his lips as the tips of his ears slightly reddened.
"jealous hm? c'mon, help me change."
everyone could tell something was off, even those who didn't know anything about the ace. a small pout was there instead of his usually toothy smirk and the tips of his hair was dragging downwards. his posture was slouched and he sulked, a downcast aura surrounding him.
it was really simple to tell what tipped him off. it was you. you were late to practice, something you'd never do. you always walked with the owl towards the gym but this time, you didn't.
bokuto brushed it off thinking you had some matters to attend to. you were one of the top students in the batch after all! he was proud of you and maybe you had some errands to run.
he soon got impatient waiting for 30 minutes and his mood started to deteriorate. then akaashi seemed to disappear from practice without notice which saddened bokuto even more. two of his emotional pillars, gone without notice.
then he heard your voice from behind the door which made him perk up but seeing you walk through the doors with akaashi's jersey on instead of him dampened his mood even more. his hair was down, a sight you'd see only when he's fresh out of the shower.
a bigger pout was set on his face while his eyes looked downcast. he was crouching in the corner, mushrooms seemingly growing beside him. he sulked and sulked until you decided to approach him.
"sweetheart? are you alright?" you asked gently, a soft and caring touch falling on his head. "why are you wearing akaashi's jersey?" and there it is. he was downcast by this matter. even if some may say that this was an overreaction, you couldn't help but pity the boy.
he was a very clingy boyfriend and you loved him for that aspect, it broke your heart to see his usually cheery attitude gone. "aww baby..." you softly cooed, delicately choosing your words.
"i thought i was your boyfriend not akaashi..." small tears pricked his eyes. pecking his temple, you ran your hands through his soft hair. "baby, i just had an accident that dirtied up my shirt. i called akaashi first since he was the first contact that popped up. i'll change into your jersey if it'd make you feel better."
this seemed to perk him right back up. carrying you over his shoulder to the changing rooms, he boisterously laughs while you just stare at your cute himbo boyfriend.
jealousy never crossed the boy's mind. you were loyal, he was loyal, you were perfect. but the way aran's jersey hugged your body was infuriating.
he never experienced any of this before, after all, you were his very first girlfriend. he doesn't want to mess things up but he hated seeing your body in a shirt that's not his. he hated how the fabric laid on your chest, and how it reached past your tighs.
that was supposed to be his jersey on you.
he never felt this way before, truly. never has he felt jealousy, not envy... at least not to this degree. he wondered and thought of everything that happened before this very day and he couldn't come up with anything he's said or done to piss you off.
was something bothering you that you couldn't tell him?
he was practically pulling his hair out from thinking about it. deeming he's had enough of this torture, he walks towards your form, his mind slightly fogged with green.
nuzzling his head at the crook of his neck, he asks, "baby, why're ya wearin' aran's jersey and not mine?" his hot breath fanning over your collarbone.
shivers ran through your spine as you slightly flush red. sighing with soft eyes, you look towards your slightly sulking and jealous boyfriend. "sorry love, i forgot to bring any athletic wear and since aran was my classmate, i decided to ask him for a shirt."
he hummed, vibrations shaking you slightly. "just call me next time... please."
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