Daily Speedwrite Pairings: Day 23
“Hey! What gives?” -IwaOi
THIS IS CANONICALLY THE DUMBEST SHIT EVER AND IM SO HAPPY YOU ALL GET TO WITNESS IT
ENJOY THE SAME ENERGY BEHIND THE GIF
I FEEL LIKE Y’ALL MIGHT ENJOY THIS LITTLE BASTARD GETTING HIS DUE @volleeball-bo @rachi-roo @intheticklecloset @ticklishfanart
“You guys never have any fun!” Oikawa whined as his team groaned at his suggestion.
“You never give us the chance to.” Mattsun mumbled, delivering a subtle eye roll.
“Heard that!” The setter yelped, “Now that I’m giving you the chance, why shouldn’t we?”
“Because, Oikawa. We aren’t five anymore. What high schoolers do you know who still play at playgrounds?” Makki rebutted.
Tooru groaned as he plastered on an overly dramatic pout. “You have no sense of adventure! I’m going.” He stated as he rushed toward a swing and began to pump his legs back and forth.
“You’re such a child.” Iwaizumi called.
“Die mad about it.” Oikawa called in return, closing his eyes and beaming. He continued to gain height on the swing until he was close to completely flipping over on it. “I don’t know how you’re all sitting down there and moping! You remind me of the old guys in the muppets!”
If there was one thing the Sejoh boys didn’t do, it was take their captain’s shit. They all turned to each other, the park, each other once more and shrugged. Then, they all hesitantly trudged toward playground equipment. Eventually, the boys were amused, very content to be having fun on their day off.
“Oooo! Iwa-Chan! Will you push me on the tire swing?!” Oikawa’s ecstatic voice cooed from across the playground.
“I suppose.” Hajime replied with a sigh, secretly planning for some sort of mischief.
The setter and spiker duo were soon at their assumed positions for the swing. As Oikawa cheered over-excitedly, Hajime found himself fighting to show his enjoyment.
“Woohoo! Push me higher, Iwa-Chan!” Tooru chimed.
“You’re such a dork.” The spiker groaned in reply, ultimately obeying the captain’s wishes.
“Ya-hoo! Thanks Iw-aitwaitwait! Go lower! I’m-I’m slipping!” Oikawa yelped as he gripped the sides of the swing.
“It’s funny, I have complete control over your life right now.” Iwaizumi replied as he smirked evilly
“Iwa! I’m serious! M’gonna fall!”
“Would that be so bad though?”
“HAJIME!”
The spiker sighed, “Fine fine.” He begun to slowly drag the swing to a halt. As he did so, Tooru slipped through the center and fell through. His ankles were propped up on the tire, along with his arms.
“H-hey! What gives?!” He whined, struggling to pull himself back up, “Waah! I’m stuck!”
“Oh you’ve gotta be-“ Hajime snorted at the sight, covering his mouth with his hand.
“S’not funny, Iwa!” Tooru replied as he wriggled in the swing, “Get me out!”
“Alright, alright.” Iwaizumi held his hands up defensively and squatted down to the ground.
Yep. He was definitely stuck.
Oikawa’s bottom was sticking out from the hole of the tire, along with his torso and a little bit of his legs. Hajime knew it couldn’t be comfortable, so he decided to have mercy on the captain.
“Alright, hold still so I can figure this out.” The spiker ordered, placing his hands around Tooru’s torso.
“HNGH- tell me when you’re gONNA- m-move me.”
Oh this was too perfect.
Hajime let his hands squeeze innocently, ignoring the flustered captain above him.
“Iwahahaha! Dohohohont yohohohou dahahaharehehe!”
“But I want to dare, Oikawa.” He cooed in reply, ceasing his attack, “Alright, alright. Let’s see... try to free yourself.”
Oikawa’s desperate wriggle cave him the smallest, quarter inch, of leeway, “O-ooh! Iwa-Chan! I moved a little bit!”
“Well, unfortunately you’re going to have to wiggle free.” Hajime replied with a fake exasperation in his voice, “Luckily, your best friend is here to help!”
As the spiker cooed out his response, he let wiggling fingers find their way into Oikawa’s ribcage,
“C’MOHOHOHOHOHON IHIHIHIWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Iwa, yes! You want to get out, don’t you?” Iwaizumi teased, moving his hands up, just a tinge, to wiggle at the spot between the ribs and the underarms.
“GYAHAHAHA! IWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“Let’s check your progress!” the spiker called, bending down to check, “You’re almost out!”
The sounds of Oikawa’s boisterous laughter beckoned the rest of the boys over to their location. They watched in delight as more childish antics were committed on their day off.
Iwaizumi moved to squeeze and prod at Oikawa’s calves and knees, the captain’s most ticklish spots, “This should pull you right down.”
“NGH- W-WAIT N-NAHAHAHAHAOHOHO! HAHAHAHJIHIHIMEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Tooru threw his head back and babbled incoherently as Hajime snuck a few scribbles to the underside of his knees.
Eventually, Oikawa slipped out of the tire swing and fell smack on top of Iwaizumi. He took the opportunity to pin Iwa’s wrists above his head with a single hand.
“Hey, you’re free! Good work!” Hajime beamed at the setter above him.
“Nope. Not getting off that easily.” Oikawa announced as he drilled a free hand into Iwaizumi’s side, “Luckily for you, we’ve been running a lot! We both should have plenty of stamina.
“Ohohohihihkahahawahaha! Nohohoho!”
“Oikawa, yes! You wanna be free huh? That’s such a shame. We aren’t stopping until I’m tired, Hajime.”
The duo was spectated by the rest of Sejoh as their captain ruthlessly attacked their ace. They all must admit, it’s fun to indulge in childhood activities every now and then.
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