Phoenix ( oneshot )... + theory

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This is probably the only oneshot that has a positive-ish ending so, for that reason, I decided to keep it.

I don't know why, but some people hate Oikawa and just love Karasuno, so if you're one of those people who pick a specific side and go against anything that their chosen ones treat as enemies or opponents, don't read this. I entirely changed plot for the season 2 since I made Seijoh win instead of Karasuno. It's for the plot, okay? For the plot of this oneshot. I'm writing this at school and I'm surrounded by people who are gaming on their phones.

And just ignore the "+ theory" written at the end of the title because apparently, it's going to be nothing but another pile of trash at the end. But... ugh, just, go on and read if you'd bother to, and keep in mind that there is a theory hidden in the most unusual spot.

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     This was finally it. They were finally here, inside this court, on this floor facing the opponents that they had so longed to defeat. Ever since the downfall of Karasuno during their match for the summit, he had been waiting for this day, practicing, training and polishing his skills in playing volleyball more than anyone else, and his teammates knew that. His teammates who also have been so focused on this goal that they lost sight of what they called "relaxation". As the days passed, they kept on training and training, every single day without a shred of absence in their attendance records. That's because it was for this day that they had been trying so hard to crush all things that stood in their way.

     As Oikawa breathed in a wave of air, he closed his eyes and looked back to the expressions of the 'Fallen Crows' as they had watched the ball roll outside of the playing field and look at the scores flip out. Set three, 37 - 35, Aoba Johsai claiming victory. It was a close call, much too close for comfort. For a moment, he had doubted their win as Karasuno managed to win the second set, but the ending was half and half expected. He outmatched the genius setter, Kageyama Tobio, and looked down at his form as he dove for the ball. The shrimp watched with horrified eyes as the ball went outside of the court. And right now, there most likelywould be one person blaming himself and it would surely be the ace.

     He had failed to break through the blockers. His spike had faltered at the most crucial moment when a single miscalculation could cause them to lose everything in that match. As the ace, nothing could be worse. Nothing could be worse than having your teammates rely on you then failing what they had expected you to do, like when you got stuck in an island and they gave you the last bullet to shoot a possible candidate for food and you missed the shot in fear. The team captain, the setter who was replaced by Tobio, the Guardian Deity, the bald wing spiker, each and every one of them including the second-years who quit and came back due to their natural love for volleyball, the tall middle blocker and the pinch server.

     All of them surely cannot and would never forget any of this. Well, that's half and half a good and bad thing because the loss would simply serve as coal to the flames burning inside them called 'passion'. Really, Karasuno was a formidable team. All of their members hold the same adoration and dedication towards the sport which brought them together to form a flock of crows seeking to become a polished spear in order to penetrate the wall that stood infront of them from the other side.

     Even so, just because a spear was polished and shiny didn't mean it could win, for the members of Aoba Johsai were those which could be considered as old and battered ones. They didn't always win. In fact, they never did. But having dents and scratches and being close to turning into splinters was a sign that they had fought many, many battles and gained as much experience and knowledge. Oikawa could feel his heart thumping faster and harder against his ribcage with every second as he imagined his teammates shouting with joy as they realize that they have achieved victory.

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