It had been awhile since our last tournament with Aoba Johsai, it had been awhile since i last saw Oikawa. The last time Karasuno played with them we lost, everyone seemed cheerful afterwards though. And it pissed me off.
We lost a game, and everyone was smiling after like nothing happened. Even Hinata was questioning Aoba Johsai's players, about their moves and techniques. Some gave half ass responses and others, just ignored, insulted or even laughed at him. Though that didn't seem to break the carrot tops happy-go-lucky mood.

The Karasuno's volleyball team was quite chipper today, some tried to ask me if i was nervous, or scared to face Oikawa again. No. No i wasn't. Cause today we were going to beat them, no questions asked. Every time we faced them we were different, most teams seemed thrown off by our lack of consistency in our skills, but Aoba Johsai always fought back. We had Oikawa to blame for that one.
He always seemed to watch, listen and pay attention to his opponents. He made the teams he played on almost unbeatable if you didn't know what was going on. And he knew how to nitpick weaknesses from the other teams as well, which to an amateur would be scary.

I watched the tree's pass by as i paid attention to the outside world more then i paid attention to the conversations around me, my thoughts were loud enough to drown them out anyway so it wasn't a big deal. I huffed thinking about what could possibly happen, as a lot of skilled players say "you can't fake experience." And Oikawa and his team definitely had more experience then us first years do. However i think we have a chance, as much as i hate to admit it these teammates aren't so bad. We're skilled. We're different.

My stomach dropped as i snapped out of my thoughts by Daichi patted my back to let me know we were here, i blinked a few times, glancing outside the window at Aoba Johsai. I guess i was a little scared after all. I stayed in the clump of my team, Hinata occasionally asking questions or telling statements that were obvious. I mostly tuned him out, i had better things to think about.

We made it to the gym, sounds of volleyballs hitting the ground and shoe's screeching against the gym floor for some reason calmed me down a bit. Reminded me i was in my element, and that this would be just another game to win. I glanced around as we scattered a bit, Yamaguchi and Hinata looked seasick. Daichi, and Suga were talking, not sure what about though. Our managers were off in their own little world, and the rest of them were practicing. I glanced at our opponents, yet none of them caught my eye. They were down a player. Where was Oikawa? Was he sick? Running late? Something happen? I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out why he wasnt on the court. There was a lack of mockery.

"Oh Tobiiioo~" Said a voice with a mocking tone. Fitting. I looked behind me. And there was Oikawa, either the most admirable or detestable person you could ever meet. Either you hate him or you love him, there was no in between. He didn't have his jacket on, so he probably was only in the bathroom or something. I turned away from him and started to walk back to my team, I heard his stupid cackle behind me as i walked. I swear he couldn't have been any more obnoxious and annoying. I looked up to him though. He can bring out everyone's skills and use them to his advantage, he was a skilled player indeed. Though he was a giant toddler. I glanced over my shoulder to see him sticking his tongue out at me, my point proven.

I watched at Iwaizumi dragged Oikawa back to the court, him getting yelled at like a child being told off. I swear Oikawa is six years old, how is he a third year? I shook my head as if to shake my thoughts away, and walked to the bench. I set my bag down and took off my jacket, i set it on top of my bag and yawned. Streching as i did so, i cracked a few bones as i tried to loosen up, i felt butterflies. More then anything i wanted to just win this match. Prove that i was better then Oikawa, i was more skilled then Oikawa, i could do just as good and better. I wanted to beat him.
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We only had 12 points, they had 14. We were close, but not close enough for my liking. I felt heated, i felt mad, i felt pissed. I started to critique every move someone made. "YOUR FORM IS WRONG! YOU WEREN'T QUICK ENOUGH! YOU DIDN'T JUMP WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAD! DO YOU EVEN TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!?" I barked orders, i don't know what i was doing. But it wasn't working, we went to go again before i glanced at the bench. Suga wanted to switch me out, he held my number up. I bit my lip and looked at Oikawa, a smirk plastered on his face. I wanted to run out and smack him for being so stupid and detestable, but i didn't. Instead i bit my tongue and glared at him, i walked out to the bench, took the sign and sat down.
The rest of the game i wasn't even put in once. I watched my team lose points time and time again, until i watched Aoba Johsai's number go to 25. "This was only a practice game, it doesn't matter that much Kageyama, we'll win the next one." Everyon tried to reassure me, i just ran out of the gym. I needed to get out, i needed to breath, i didn't want their pity.

I figured out my way to the bathroom, quickly turning on the sink and splashing the water on my face. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, i continued to try and cool myself down. 'It was only one loss...' i repeated in my head. Though i don't think that that's what was bothering me. I think i was upset i wasn't able to lose myself, i had to watch other people do it. If we were going to lose i would've rather been on the court, but noOoOo, i was on the bench for half of the game. And its cause of myself, i knew it, i knew what i did, i just didn't know how to fix it. I heard the bathroom door open, i refused to loon at him, whoever it was.

"I dont want your pity..." i mumbled under my breath, though instead of hearing what i assume was going to be reassuring words, i heard a loud laugh. I looked over and saw Oikawa pointing and laughing at me, i swear i couldn't shake him away from me. From my thoughts, from the gym and now the bathroom? He probably didn't need to go to the bathroom anyways, after all i assumed thats where he was before the match, so did he follow me? Did he seriously follow me into the goddamn bathroom?? What is this guys problem??? I wanted to attacked him, yell at him to stop laughing at me. Though the best thing to do was wait it out. I had already made to many mistakes today, i didn't need to add another to the list.