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Oikawas POV

Damn it. Why are none of these serves good? As I angrily grab another ball from the cart, I hear that annoying voice from behind me.

S-senpai, will you show me how to serve. Damn you Tobio-chan. I don't like you at all with your prodigy setting and your shy innocent act. Turning around I face him. He has a ball in hand and he looks at me expectantly. I want to slap the ball right out of his hand, or better yet, I want to slap his face.

Why would I teach you how to serve, I demand, he stares at me with that annoying confused look. Just forget it I'm not going to teach you. I shoo him away with my hands and prepare to serve again.

Tossing the ball in the air I step into my jump, my arm swings powerfully as I hit the ball with a satisfying whack. That serve was actually okay. My happiness is cut short when I see that Tobio-chan didn't leave but was watching and is now intent on copying what I did. Does he not understand I want him to leave, that I don't like him? Just because I'm dating his sister doesn't mean he gets to be in my presence.

Tobio-chan tosses the ball into the air, and with clumsy footing goes to jump hit it. The smack of the ball gets it over the net, but barely. Was that his first jump serve, why is he so good at this? My first jump serves barely hit the bottom of the net. Damn prodigy.

He's smiling and I hate it. I'm so mad I ignore the sound of the gym door and stomping over to him I intend to smack him. As I bring my arm towards his innocent face his eyes grow big in fear when I realize my arm has stopped. I look over and see Iwa-chan holding my arm back.

Why don't you go home Kageyama-kun well clean up the gym tonight. Tobio-chan quickly scuttles off. What the hell was the Shittykawa!?, Iwa-chan yells at me. I don't answer. I hate how good Tobio-chan is, and that smile--I want it gone. There are two ways to do that, either get him kicked off the team or break his sister's heart.

Tobios POV

What was that? My thoughts wander as I walk the path home. I just asked him to help me serve. Was he actually going to slap me? I am thankful toward Iwaizumi-senpai for stopping him. Turning onto my street, I notice it is empty and dark--if it was day time children would be playing; people cleaning up their yards; neighbors chatting. Presently, there isn't so much as a sound. The eerie sight of the empty street reminds me of the eerie emptiness of Oikawa-senpais eyes. Was he mad? Is he just stressed? Was it personal? Does he hate me? If he does hate me, does that mean he doesn't want me on the team? Would he try to get me kicked off it? He' is the captain and he's so much better than me. I'm sure coach wouldn't even question it. I'll just have to get better. I should ask Ri to help me, she has a great serve. Would she tell me to ask Oikawa-senpai? Would she be upset with him if I told her he'd almost slapped me? Would she even believe me? I'll talk to her when I get home I guess, but I won't mention the near slap.

I unlock the front door with my key. Entering the house it's empty, of course. Our parents aren't home, they never are, but I thought Ri would be here. Grabbing my phone I flip it open. Bringing up Ris contact, I text her. asking where she is. I get an instant response saying she went to the store for a few things after school and will be back soon. Looking at the black text, I confirm that she said she hasn't been home yet which means she will probably be hungry.

Dropping my bag in the living room, I go to the kitchen. Ri does the cooking but she has taught me some basics--how to make meat and vegetables. I might try to make rice. I've never done that before. I hope she likes it, maybe she can help me with my homework while we eat. Shaking my head I focus on cooking.

Risas POV

I'm walking out of the doctor's office. I was a walk-in patient and I just finished my impromptu appointment. My hand holding the results is shaking. My normal, healthy-looking skin is pale, sickly. It's going to be okay, I'll be fine. Everythings alright. I place my empty hand over my stomach, taking deep breaths. I am in the street I refuse to freak out in public, I refuse to be the girl that falls onto her knees in the middle of the sidewalk, yelling out her woes for the world to here.

Bzzt bzzt bzzt. My phone goes off. Quickly pulling it out of my pocket I see it's Tobi. He's asking where I am. Looking up at my surroundings, I see a convenience store so I tell him I stooped to pick up a few things. What will Toby think? He'll be accepting, but my parents...I shudder at what they'll do. I know Tōru will be fine. He'll support me, be there for me. I--no, we will be alright, as long as Tōru is there.

Going into the store I randomly grab some pocky off a shelf. Paying for it I head home with the results never leaving my hand. My mind calms at the thoughts of my supportive boyfriend. A pocky sticking out of my mouth, I'm still unsure how I bought and opened the packaģe with one hand, but at least I get a yummy snack to tide over my empty stomach. I'll probably just make instant ramen for dinner.

I turn the corner and now I'm on my street. It's empty due to the time od day. I see all the houses with lights on, families in the windows are laughing, eating. There is one couple doing things--they should close their blinds! Then I see my house. I can see Tobi in the kitchen, is he cooking? If he is why isn't there a fire, or some sort of dire emergency? Walking faster I quickly open the door, which was unlocked, and rush to the kitchen. Tobis made a mess, but when I see his accomplished aura I can't help but laugh. He's covered the kitchen in eggs, meat, vegetable clippings, and flour? Why did he use flour? He spins around at my laugh.

I see you cooked. What'd you make? I walk to the stove and glance into the pans.

Some meat, vegetables, and rice, he says proudly, completely oblivious to the mess he's made. Scanning his achievements, I only see meat and vegetables, didn't he say he also made rice.

Where's the rice? I ask, he blushes in embarrassment.

I had to throw it out. He says.

Why?

I made it wrong. How did he do that?

How? He points at the rice maker, it's caked in flour.

I added flour to it so it would bake better, and eggs, but it didn't work. I- I am speechless.

What?

I made it wrong. I laugh at his lack of kitchen skills.

At least you made other things. I smile and as he finishes cooking. I put my things down. The results are now neatly folded in my pocket. I think I'll tell Tōru tomorrow, I think he should be the first to know, then we can tell our families together.

Ri, how do you tell if the meat is done. Shaking my head I go help, my brother. Everything will be fine. With a good support system raising a baby will be fine. I'll be a great mother and Tōru will be a great father. I have nothing to worry about.

Hi, im so sorry I've been a terrible author with the long waits between updates, so I'm trying this new method of writing where the chapters are shorter but I update more often.