Gold || Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Chapter Twelve: Awkward Control

The moment she was ready on the court with the other boys on her side, she already knew that Oikawa had picked out his most powerful players.

"Let me spike." She said to the setter on her side, who nodded hesitantly. She shook out her hands.

Oh. He's serving first. She looked across the court at her captain counterpart. She wondered how he'd do this. She saw several players, including her cousin, cover their heads. She let out a disappointed sigh. She knew they wouldn't be able to receive it.

"Oikawa, nice serve!"

Those three words were repeated at least five times in a row. It became awfully boring for the female ace. She didn't bother bracing herself at that point.

Then it was her turn to serve. She sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes.

I can do this. She thought to herself. She couldn't be nervous. She had to show them.

She noticed that Oikawa must've remembered her jump float serve, so he'd placed Iwaizumi in the front, along with other strong receivers.

She paused for a moment, then thought of something devious. She tossed the ball up, running forwards and jumping, sending the ball straight for Oikawa.

He didn't even stand a chance. The gymnasium fell silent. (F/n) grinned. "Sorry to throw off your groove."

Oikawa gritted his teeth. She was so aggravating. He wondered for a moment why he had a crush on her in the first place.

Makki whistled. "Woo, (L/n)! Good job! I think he's broken!"

"Makki!" Oikawa hissed, and the female captain snickered.

She served again, and again, and finally, they got a rally going. But she was unsure of how to place herself.

She didn't know how this team ticked. They all seemed to fit together in some form or another. Not as well as her own team, of course. Her team was a tightly knitted pack.

The other side seemed to notice this, and began aiming for her. She was getting increasingly more frustrated, but she sucked it up, hitting the ball every time.

"Mad-dog-chan!" Oikawa called, setting the ball to the newbie. (F/n) knew he was powerful by just the way he moved and was placed.

And his eyes, dear lord.

He made it too obvious. She'd been bracing herself for this since the formations clicked.

The spike went in slow motion. She moved as quickly as she could, diving forwards and receiving the ball, tumbling to the side of the court.

"It's up!" She heard one of the team call. She looked up to see the shock on everyone's faces.

"I got it!" She saw another member hit the ball.

She really needed to learn everyone's names.

She looked down at her wrists. They were red, and throbbing, getting pins and needles from the shock. However, she stood up and made it back to the court.

"Sorry! It was a flimsy receive!" She called, and everyone stared at her as if she was insane. She felt a little awkward now, being back on her feet after that.

"What kind of monster is she?" Makki asked, his eyes widening. "She literally just flew off of the court receiving our spike and apologized for her receive being 'flimsy'."

Before anyone had time to answer, Oikawa set the ball to Iwaizumi.

Timing, (F/n) reminded herself, jumping up and blocking the spike due to her difference in time compared to the other blockers beside her. She nearly crashed into the others, though. She couldn't get everyone's movements right still.

Hajime landed on his feet, turning around, his eyes landing on the ball that thudded back into his side of the court.

"Hajime, I think you busted my thumb." His cousin pointed out, breaking the stunned silence. He turned to look at her and see her flexing her hand and flinching. "Dear lord, calm down. This isn't a war." She let out a laugh, and the intense atmosphere seemed to turn into a confused, awkward one. She tore her eyes away from her hand, and grinned.

The entire team seemed to have this one question that remained unasked but everyone wanted to ask it. How can she take charge of the court so easily?

She was separated from her pack, placed in awkward spots, been put in uncomfortable circumstances, but she managed to tone down everyone's emotions.

Oikawa was completely baffled. How had she not been affected by the atmosphere? He saw her go in synch with the intensity, then slip away from it just like that. He knew one thing for sure, though, that tearing yourself away from a mental rhythm was exhausting.

A break was called, and the female captains temporary team went to go join up with the other side, leaving her alone to wrap up her thumb.

"How did she just do that?"

"I don't know. She's a complete monster."

"Iwa-chan." Oikawa approached his ace player, and the teams muttering stopped. "Do you know how to deal with her?"

The relative was staring down at the water bottle in his hands, still in shock. He'd put all his power into that spike, and she'd blocked it like a pro. His gaze drifted to her, then to his captain.

"No. I don't."

That's when Oikawa decided that he was going to ask (F/n) to come over for more practices. This was a good way to help his team improve.

And, he hated to admit it to himself, but he needed to improve on being a captain too.

She was the only person who could get him to do so.

Meanwhile, (F/n) sighed, a depressed cloud hanging over her.

I didn't get to spike.