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im never getting over them lool
kageyama's just a liiiitle bit of a hypocrite ...
yall remember cup stacking
back drawing practice i guess.....
#KageHinaFest, day 3: Interviews. Inspired by interviews with members of the Japan national team during VNL.
Kageyama: struggles with finding the right words in English Hinata: is fluent in English, but got overly exited that he was asked for the interview and reverted to his high school habit of describing everything with sounds like whoosh and gyah I'm also adding unsubbed versions below, feel free to add your own subtitles!
yaoi forest reveals many truths
ugh the fact that hajime's literally such a gym rat i canât. muscle meet up. constantly telling people to work out and eat a good diet. doing pushups and telling kenma he needs to eat because heâs so thin. matsukawa being surprised that iwaizumi is the one to pull oikawa away from practice because heâs someone who works out all the time anyway
you go out and you're mogged in every athletic category known to man. running? yeah heâs doing 5 miles for every 1 you finish. climbing? heâs crushing v6s and 5.11s on the first day. archery? bullseye. bullseye. wait did you say bullseye? cuz he did it again. swimming? heâs quite literally doing laps around you itâs almost insulting. skateboarding? what, like itâs hard? boxing? heâs literally a natural i wonât even expand on that. baseball? heâs really fucking lucky if itâs truly a luck-based game because these home runs ainât it chief.Â
every meal is high protein, low fat. no wayâ YES, WHEY. eggs for breakfast, eggs for lunch, eggs for dinner, eggs for brunch. eggs for literally anything you can think of. yes the farts can wipe out a small town why do you even ask
nana for shoujo beat in the 2000s ŕ§ â§âË đŽ â â
âđź! ęŠď˝ĄËËË BROCON (2) â oikawa tooru.
second part of BROCON â part 1 // part 2
SYPNOSIS. You and Oikawa Tooru are constant rivals.
Bickering in class, competing in grades, and clashing over your brother, Kageyama Tobio.
To Oikawa Tooru, you are a lifelong problemâhis rival in class, his sharpest critic, and the fiercely protective older sister of his nemesis.
From Kitagawa Daiichi to Aoba Johsai, your relationship is built on mutual irritation
Somewhere along the way, Oikawa realizes how much heâs gotten used to your presence. Without any big confession, your rivalry slowly softens into something warmer.
PAIRING. kageyama's older sister!reader x oikawa toruu
GENRES. fluff, enemy to lovers?, slice of life, heavy brother complex, reader LOVES tobio, oikawa x reader rivalry, pinning
WORD COUNT. 3.1K
AUTHORS NOTE. ââ â in this second part it focuses more on the relationship or lack there of between reader and oikawa tooru. its not exactly romancy, just a lil bit. anyways hope u enjoy it!
To Oikawa Tooru, you are a problemÂ
Just like your brother.
Not a small one. Not an occasional inconvenience. But a recurring, deeply personal and pride-damaging problem
You have been one ever since Kitagawa Daiichi.
Back then, heâd thought you were just loud. Annoyingly principled. Always sitting two seats away, always sticking your nose where it didnât belongâspecifically, wherever your little brother was concerned.
Kageyama Tobio.
Just the name alone used to irritate him.
Not because of Tobio himselfâno, Oikawa had plenty of thoughts about thatâbut because every single time he opened his mouth about the kid, you were there.
Like a guard dog or worse a lawyer.
âHeâs creepy,â Oikawa had said once, carelessly, back in middle school.
Youâd turned slowly in your seat. The smile on your face gone in an instant.
âDonât talk about him like that,â youâd said. âHeâs just focused.â
âHeâs rude,â Oikawa shot back.
âYouâre loud.â
âIâm charismatic.â
âYouâre annoying.â
And something in the air had shifted and ever since then, itâs been like this.
Now youâre all at Aoba Johsai, older, supposedly wiser, and Oikawa thinksâbriefly, foolishlyâthat maybe youâve grown out of it.
You have not.
The first day of class hasnât even started when you squint at him like he personally offended your bloodline.
âWhy do you look like that?â you ask.
He clutches his chest dramatically. âWow. Is that how you greet an old friend?â
âYou are not my friend,â you say flatly. âYouâre a man who keeps dissing my brother.â
Ah. There it is.
Oikawa hates it.
Oikawa Tooru has always been good at reading people.
Itâs one of his strengthsâright up there with his sets, his serves, his smile. He knows when someone is impressed, intimidated, infatuated. He knows when theyâre lying, when theyâre posturing, when theyâre desperate for his attention.
Which is why you annoy him so deeply, because you never look at him the way other people do.
You look at him like heâs a problem.
Itâs infuriating.
Your rivalry is famous. You snipe at him in class then he fires back. You outscore him on exams and make sure he knows. He brags louder about volleyball just to see your eyebrow twitch. You call him narcissistic. He calls you scary.
People expect it now. Iwaizumi sighs the moment you open your mouth. Classmates brace themselves when exam results come back.Â
One time a classmate asked if you were exes who had a bad breakup and your eyebrows immediately twitched.
âI would rather eat chalk than date him,â you announce once, to a group of stunned classmates. Loud enough for Oikawa to hear.
Oikawa laughs too loudly. âPlease, like anyone would want to date you.â
Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose and turns to oikawa. âWhy are you like this?âÂ
Oikawa stays silent and just scoffs at him, because he doesn't know either.
If Oikawa lives for volleyball.
You live to beat him academically and mentally.
Every test, every paperâyou always score higher. Always with that calm little tilt of your page, that sweet, lethal smile.
âHuh,â youâd said once, tapping your score. âTurns out the best setter is only knowledgeable about volleyball.â
Heâd nearly torn the paper in half.
Every day, you made it your personal mission to comment on his characterâas if you knew him better than everyone else.
Funny enough, you did.
You never criticized his skills. Never his sets, his serves, his precision. You went for him instead.
âYouâre so dramatic,â youâd say, unimpressed, as he grandly complained about practice. âYou love attention too much,â when girls crowded his desk.
âYou pretend youâre confident, but you hate losing more than anyone here,â you added once, almost offhand.
That one stuck.
He laughed it off, of courseâwide grin, easy charm. âWow, profiling me now?â
You shrugged. âYou make it obvious.â
And that was the problem.
You saw the cracks of his well curated character then poked at them, teased them, named them, like you werenât afraid theyâd bite back.
Most people admired Oikawa Tooru from a safe distance. They liked the version of him that was polished, impressive, untouchable. You interacted with him like he was just⌠a person. An irritating one, sureâbut real.
You called him out when he sulked. When he overcompensated. When he tried too hard to be admired instead of understood.
âYouâre exhausting,â you told him once, as he bragged for the third time that day.
He tells himself itâs annoying.
He tells himself that youâre just doing all this for your brother.
And maybe thatâs why it bothers him so much.
Because the way you love Kageyama Tobio is⌠intense, loud, and unapologetic. You defend him like the world is constantly out to misunderstand him.
You cheer for him like heâs already perfect.
Oikawa doesnât miss things like that.
He notices the way you straighten whenever Tobioâs name comes up. The way your voice sharpens, protective and sure. The way you never hesitate.
He wonders, sometimes, what that kind of certainty feels like.
Because there was a timeâbefore he was Oikawa Tooru, before the pretty setter, before the praiseâwhen he wanted that too.
Someone who would stand up without asking whether he deserved it yet.
He hates that thought.
He hates that you make him think it.
Still, every day follows the same rhythm.
You trade jabs. You roll your eyes at him. You one-up him. You glare when he talks about your brother.
And Oikawa⌠looks for it.
To him your voice has become part of his day.
Your arguments are timed like drills. Your insults hit closer than anyone elseâs because you actually see him. That when you tilt your exam paper so he can see your scoreâagainâhis chest tightens in annoyance according to him.
And then, one week, youâre gone.
At first, Oikawa doesnât notice.
Or ratherâhe notices, but dismisses it.
Your seat is empty. Whatever. Youâre probably sick. Or busy. Or plotting something deeply annoying.
By day two, the classroom feels⌠off.
Too quiet.
No sharp comments when he brags. No dry muttering from your desk. No satisfied smile when he trips over a word during English.
Iwaizumi notices before he does.
âWhereâs y/n?â he asks casually.
Oikawa scoffs. âHow should I know?â
But his eyes flick to your seat anyway.
Empty.
Iwaizumi notices. Of course he does.
âYou keep staring,â he says flatly.
Oikawa scoffs. âI am not.â
âYou are.â
ââŚShut up.â
By day four, the feeling settles in his chest like static.
Itâs irritating, distracting, and just wrong.
He catches himself thinking, Sheâd hate this assignment, during class. Imagining what insult youâd throw at him if you saw his serve that day. Wonderingâannoyinglyâif youâre eating properly. Sleeping enough.
It pisses him off.
He wants to fight with you.
He wants you to call him annoying. He wants to argue about grades. He wants you to snap at him for mentioning Kageyama.
The realization hits him sideways.
He misses you.
Itâs disgusting.
He hates it.
When Iwaizumi finally mentions itââTrack meet, I think. Sheâll be gone all week.ââthe relief hits Oikawa so hard it almost makes him dizzy.
Track.
Of course.
Just like him, you had your own obsession.
He shouldâve known. You were always like thatâlaser-focused, stubborn, relentless in pursuit of whatever you set your mind on. The kind of person who didnât half-commit, who didnât dabble. When you cared about something, you gave it your whole spine, your whole breath, your whole future.
He imagines you on the track the way he knows himself on the courtâcounting steps, measuring pace, chasing a fraction of a second like itâs the difference between being seen and being forgotten. He can almost hear the way youâd scoff at exhaustion, the way youâd push through anyway.
Just like Tobio, he thinks before he can stop himself.
And maybe thatâs why it gets under his skin.
Because he understands obsession. He understands loving something so much it rewires you. He understands choosing one thing and letting it define you, even when it hurts.
The classroom feels emptier without you, and now he knows why.
It isnât just the lack of arguments. Itâs the absence of someone who looks at him without illusion. Someone who challenges him without trying to replace him. Someone who exists outside of his orbit entirelyâand still manages to matter.
Aoba Johsai wins a practice match that week. Oikawa plays well. Better than usual, even.
And still, when the gym empties, he finds himself thinking that youâd have something to say about the way he looks creepy on court, about how he lives for the screaming girls watching volleyball just for him.Â
He hates that he wants to hear it.
When you finally come back, itâs like the room exhales.
You look tired. Happy. Thereâs a faint bruise on your knee, your bag slung over one shoulder.
âTooru,â you say, flat as ever. âYou look loud today.â
Relief hits him so hard it almost makes him giddy.
âOh?â he fires back automatically. âDid you miss me?â
You snort. âIn your dreams.â
And there it is.
The rhythm returns.
Oikawa leans back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the paused screen like it personally offended him. He doesnât look at you when he speaks.
âHeard you placed,â he says finally. Casual. Too casual. âCongrats.â
You squint at him, immediately suspicious. ââŚWow. Was that genuine? Should I frame this moment?â
He clicks his tongue. âDonât get weird. Iâm just stating a fact.â
âWell,â you hum, leaning closer with a grin that already spells trouble, âyou know me. Wouldnât want to embarrass myself in front of the great king, right?â
The reaction is instant.
His head snaps toward you. âDonât call me that.â
âOh?â you widen your eyes innocently. âBut I thought you liked it. Hinata Shoyo from Karasuno seemed very impressed with you when Tobio told him about your stories together.â
âI hate that nickname,â he hisses.
You beam. âYeah, I noticed.â
Iwaizumi sighs from the side. âWhy do you keep provoking him?â
You reply sweetly. âKeeps him humble.â
Oikawa scoffs. âPlease. Coming from someone whose entire personality is âannoying sister of Karasunoâs setter.ââ
You gasp, offended. âExcuse you. Iâm academically superior annoying sister of Karasunoâs setter.â
He smirks. âRight. So what, youâre good at exams and being insufferable?â
You lean back, unfazed. âFunny how youâre supposedly the best setter in Miyagi, but somehow you keep losing to my family. On the court, in gradesââ
âDonât start,â he groans.
âOh, I will,â you sing. âItâs almost impressive how consistent it is.â
Oikawa doesnât argue this time.
In the following week people congratulated you. You shrug it off like itâs nothing.
Oikawa watches you laugh, animated, alive in a way volleyball makes him feel alive.
And suddenly, it makes sense.
Your devotion. Your stubbornness. Your intensity.
You love fiercely. Completely. Whether itâs track, or your brother, orâapparentlyâantagonizing him.
The way you never waver, made him see you in a new light.
The next time you insult him, he catches himself smiling a little wider.
The next time you beat him on a test, it doesnât sting as much.
Because somewhere along the line, Oikawa Tooruâwho never lacked attention, never lacked admirersârealized he only wanted it from one girl.
Of course Oikawa doesnât confess.
That would require emotional maturity, timing, and dignityâthree things he refuses to bring to the table.
Instead, he doubles down.
If youâre back, if the rhythm is restored, then he will pretend the hollow week never happened. Heâll pretend he didnât count the days. Pretend he didnât askâcasually, too casuallyâwhere youâd gone. Pretend the classroom didnât feel wrong without you in it.
So he does what he does best.
He provokes you.
âYouâre late,â he says one morning, leaning back in his chair the moment you slide into your seat.
You blink at him. âIâm on time.â
âFor you, thatâs late.â
You scoff. âWow. Obsessed much?â
He grins, easy and practiced. âPlease. If I were obsessed, youâd know.â
You roll your eyes, but he catches itâthe way your mouth twitches like youâre fighting a smile.
Annoying.
He hates how much he likes that.
Your fights become sharper after that. More frequent but less about Tobio, strangely. Now itâs about everythingâabout what genre of music is better, about who used the last worksheet, about whether pineapple belongs on pizza.
And Oikawa notices heâs much more careful with you now.
Not in the obvious way. Not in a way anyone else would catch.
But he doesnât cross certain lines. He watches your face when he jokes. He pulls back if your eyes harden instead of spark. He never mentions your brother the way he used to.
Not since he saw the way your shoulders tense.
He tells himself its strategy.
Itâs not.
Itâs because he likes the way you look when youâre arguing for fun, not for blood.
The turning point comes quietly.
Itâs raining. Of course it isâlife loves symbolism when Oikawa is emotionally unprepared.
Youâre alone in the hallway after practice, stretching near the lockers, hair damp, expression tired in a way that has nothing to do with school.
He almost walks past you.
Almost.
âYou know,â he starts, stopping a few steps away, eyes on the window, rain streaking down the glass, âyouâre really annoying when youâre not around.â
You froze for a second and then⌠You laugh. Actually laugh.
âThat might be the nicest thing youâve ever said to me.â
He huffs. âDonât get used to it.â
You stretch, then sling your bag over your shoulder. âSee you tomorrow, Tooru.â
He watches you walk away.
And it hits him thenâsharp and undeniable.
He doesnât just want your attention.
He wants your presence.
The next weeks are⌠different.
The fights soften around the edges. Thereâs more laughter now, less bite. You still one-up him on exams. He still complains loudly. But sometimes your arguments trail off into shared sarcasm, into glances that linger half a second too long.
Iwaizumi notices.
Again.
âYouâre smiling at her,â he says one day.
Oikawa scoffs. âI smile at everyone.â
âYou smile differently at her.â
ââŚShut up.â
Then comes the InterHigh Preliminary match.
Aoba Johsai versus Karasuno.
And there you areâin the stands, loud as ever.
But this time, when you scream, itâs not for him.
Itâs for your brother.
âTobio-chan! NICE SET!â
The gym roars. Kageyama flushes red. You look like you might burst with pride.
And Oikawaâ
Oikawa notices you immediately.
He watches the way your joy is unfiltered. The way your love is fearless. The way you donât hold back, not even for a second.
And something settles in his chest.
He wants to be loved like that.
Not because heâs impressive. Not because he wins.
But because he exists.
After the match, youâre outside. He finds you there, arms crossed, expression bright despite Karasunoâs loss.
âYour brotherâs good,â he says.
You narrow your eyes. âThat better not be sarcasm.â
âItâs not.â
Another pause.
ââŚYou know,â you say slowly, âyou didnât annoy me today.â
He blinks. âExcuse me?â
âI said what I said.â
Thatâs it.
Thatâs the moment he stops running from it.
âHey,â he says, softer now. âIf I asked you outââ
You turn fully toward him.
ââwould you fight me about it first?â
You stare.
Then you grin.
âObviously.â
Oikawa laughs, real and unguarded.
Yeah. This was it. This is exactly it.
Nothing happens.
Not officially. Not dramatically. Thereâs no confession echoing down the hallway, no sudden hand-holding, no moment that people can point to and say, thatâs when it changed.
Because on the surface?
Everything stays the same.
You still fight.
Every exam, every assignmentâevery time papers are handed back, Oikawa already knows whatâs coming. He doesnât even look at his score first anymore. He looks at yours.
Higher.
Again.
âTch,â he clicks his tongue. âYouâre doing this on purpose.â
You tilt your paper just enough for him to see. âSkill issue.â
When Karasuno is mentioned, itâs even worse.
Someone brings up Kageyama in passing and youâre already sitting up straighter, eyes sharp.
âOh? Your brother again?â Oikawa says, smirking. âDoesnât he ever stop being stupid?â
You slam your pen down. âSay that again.â
âNope.âÂ
And just like that something has shifted.
Oikawa doesnât cross the line anymore. The jokes stop just short of where they used to cut. He watches your face more carefully now, gauging when youâre having fun and when youâre genuinely pissed.
And youâannoyinglyânotice.
You notice when he deflects instead of escalating. When he rolls his eyes instead of pushing. When he glances at you first when Karasuno is mentioned, like heâs checking something.
Like heâs checking you.
The Aoba Johsai team notices too.
It starts small.
Makki leans over during practice, eyes narrowed. âWhy does Oikawa look⌠softer?â
âMight be sick,â Matsukawa offers.
Iwaizumi doesnât answer. Heâs watching the way Oikawaâs attention keeps driftingânot to the court, not to the ball, but to the stands where you sometimes sit, arms crossed, expression fierce.
Later, during a break, you walk past the gym doors and Oikawaâs eyes follow you without thinking.
Makki whistles. âOh.â
Oikawa snaps back to reality. âWhat.â
âThat,â Makki says. âThat was not subtle.â
âI was looking out for a threat,â Oikawa replies automatically.
Matsukawa snorts. âSince when is she a threat?â
Iwaizumi deadpans, âSince forever.â
The biggest tell comes during an exam week.
Everyoneâs exhausted. Tempers are short. Oikawaâs already bracing himself for the usual smug commentary when you sit down beside him, tapping your pencil.
âIâm beating you again,â you say casually.
He smiles without thinking. âWouldnât be you if you didnât try.â
You pause.
Just for a second.
Then you scoff. âWow. So youâve accepted defeat?â
âIn this one specific area,â he says grandly. âYes.â
Classmates, sitting behind him, chokes.
âDid he justâcompliment her?â
Iwaizumi stares at Oikawa like heâs betrayed everything he stands for.
The fights are still there.
Loud. Petty. Competitive.
But now thereâs laughter threaded through them. A familiarity that doesnât feel hostile anymoreâmore like sparring partners who know exactly where the other stands.
And Oikawa realizes something else, too.
He doesnât dread losing to you.
He looks forward to it.
Because after every loss comes your grin. Your teasing. Your presence.
And when Karasuno comes up, when Kageyamaâs name is said, he catches himself watching you firstâgauging your reaction, gauging how fiercely youâll defend him.
Thereâs admiration there. Undeniable.
One evening, after practice, Iwaizumi finally says it.
âYouâre in love with her.â
Oikawa scoffs immediately. âI am absolutely not.â
âYou stop when she looks hurt.â
âThatâs called manners.â
âYou missed her when she was gone.â
ââŚCoincidence.â
âYou havenât called Kageyama âKing of the Courtâ in months.â
âIâve⌠matured.â
âI havenât even said her name and you already know who I'm talking about.â
Oikawa opens his mouth.
Closes it.
Clicks his tongue.
âShut up.â
But later, when heâs walking home and sees you ahead of himâarguing with someone on the phone, animated, aliveâhis steps slow.
Nothing has happened.
And yetâ
Everything has.
Because somewhere between exams and insults, rivalry and respect, Oikawa Tooru fell into something that feels dangerously like wanting.
And for once, he doesnât know how to set it.
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