OIKAWA REO

"teach him some serves, nii-san." i command as i yawn.

"over my gorgeous dead body." nii-san replies, flipping his hair, making me look at him with my head slightly tilted, eyes widening, and my lips turned to a scary smile.

"you know, i didn't get any sleep last night. do you really want a taste of my punches early in the morning, nii-san?" i ask him, which i'm sure sent shivers down his spine.

"alright, tobio-chan! what do you wanna learn from the greatest mentor of all!?" nii-san shouts, making me sigh and sit on the floor by the sidelines, leaning my head onto the wall.

i sure am tired.

"you handle your brother's crap very well. it's like i'm looking right at my reflection." iwaizumi-san says, chuckling.

"my superiority is the one thing he couldn't beat." i say, staring at the two.

it's been a while ever since i've seen these two practice together. the last time i knew, nii-san was just teaching him how to serve, and now, here we are again in the same situation.

"it's cute, seeing those two get along." iwaizumi-san says, staring over them as well.

"it ain't cute. it's obvious that nii-san is just forced to do so because we have our eyes on him, but if we don't, i'm 100% sure that he already beat tobio-kun up." i explain to him, rolling my eyes.

"you might actually be right about that." he scoffs, sitting beside me with a little bit of space.

"you're wearing the kitagawa daiichi tracksuit."

i glance at him for a second and diverted my attention back to the two dorks. he still remembers?

"after all those things that have happened back in junior high, you still wear it. i actually thought you hated it. you know, you don't have to make yourself remember." he reminds, which made me pop a sly smile off.

"that goes the same for you." i tell him, sighing.

"hey, are you two flirting with each other!?" nii-san asks angrily, pointing at us.

as if on cue, we both looked at him with a scary look that scared him away.

"tobio-chan! where were we!?"

his reaction made the both of us smirk and do a fist bump. it sure is nice being superior.

"say, ree." i hear Iwaizumi-san say.

"where the hell did that 'ree' crap come from?" i ask him with my eyebrows raised.

"from your name, dummy." he laughs timidly, making me shrug.

"are you and kageyama a thing?" he asks, making me suddenly look at him with surprised eyes.

"no. of course not." i answer simply.

"you've liked him ever since you were children. why don't you tell him?"

i stare at him deeply before sighing, staring at the floor and covering my face with my hair.

"it's pretty hard to confess to him, especially now that i've thought of my feelings about him." i explain.

"you don't need to be anxious about it. it's better to let it out than to keep it remaining inside your chest. the more you hide it, the more you feel your chest getting heavier and heavier day by day."

with his words, i sighed.

"but you should confirm it first, if you really are in love or if you're just infatuated. both have different meanings, you know?"

what if everything is just infatuation and not love at all?