"If you don't catch my pitches I won't receive any of your serves."
❤
"I really like being your friend...and I like receiving your serves...and I liked it when you catch my pitches...and I like having lunch together, and I like it when your face turns pink..."
Embarrass me (Please embarrass Kageyama too because he deserves it)
[aka what could’ve happened if kags actually went to seijou in dj tobi attire]
If he was trying to appear inconspicuous, then he wasn’t doing a very good job at it.
"Oi, Oikawa, get back to practice."
Oikawa, too preoccupied with observing the very suspicious looking character peeking into the gym (were those sunglasses?), waves a hand absentmindedly in Iwa-chan’s direction. “Yeah, yeah, okay, mommy—”
Subsequently, he is rewarded with a volleyball to the face.
Iwaizumi huffs, wiping his hands on his shorts. “Whatever. Tell Kageyama to stop it with the weird getup. He’ll get escorted out at this rate.”
"I’d like to see that, actually," Oikawa snickers. "Serves him right for trying to spy on our practice~"
Iwaizumi gives him a sour look. “You’re an ass, you know that?”
"So mean, Iwa-chan!"
"Just take care of it," Iwaizumi says dryly. "And then get back to practice before I sock you one."
"You already did!"
-
"Oh my, what do we have here?"
The expression on Tobio’s face is nearly enough to send Oikawa into hysterics then and there. He bites down on his lip, however, and puts on a friendly demeanor.
"I… uh…" the younger boy stutters, glancing around him desperately.
"Are you a new student?"
"…Huh?"
Don’t laugh. Oikawa smiles beatifically. “Or—ah, wait, aren’t you…?” He squints, tilting his head to examine the other.
Tobio swallows painfully. “I—”
"DJ Tobi!"
"…Eh?"
"You’re DJ Tobi!" Oikawa claps his hands, excited. "This is incredible—I own two of your albums! It’s an honor to meet you face to face!"
"Um, Oikawa-san, I think there’s been a mis—"
"You know my name!" Oh no, he was having a bit too much fun with this. "Ah, but well. I guess I’m not all that surprised, heh~"
"Oikawa-sa—"
"Look, everyone!" Oikawa grabs onto Tobio’s wrist tightly and drags him into the gym, ignoring the boy’s attempts at clawing off his vice grip and getting away. "A celebrity is in our midst!"
Kindaichi blinks slowly. “Huh? Isn’t that Ka—”
"DJ Tobi is actually here! Why don’t we ask him to perform a little number for us?"
A purple sticky note, smack dab in the middle of the chaos that is the shared fridge of Tigerdove mansion, a mess of volleyball magnets, letters spelling out ‘Kiyoko-san, I love you!’ and other sticky notes tapered here and there.
Oikawa’s is clearly visible, though, despite the competition.
'To-bi-o-chan~
If you really wanted to come in last night, all you have to do is knock~ :P
Not that I would’ve even let you in, ahaha☆’
A doodle of Oikawa making a face at him, the unheard but expected ‘Stuuupid~’ not left out.
