Oikawa x reader | target locked

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ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ . . .

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ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ

it was still morning. though, Iwaizumi had ran out of the gymnasium in annoyance upon hearing the news laid down into him, the team having no choice but to follow through his actions.

as a flashing of the mixture of both the hued colored light blue and red gone through the volleyball team's point of guard vision, the two vechiles had sirens going 'round about in their hearing continously, exiting out of one ear out the other in a repetitive way of a loop, a few bystanders whom happened to pass by the occurance stopping their actions to stare from either a short or a long distance away from the hospital building with interest lingering around their feelings, not wanting to leave without seeing further information about the situation.

"hey, you need to calm down-" the male police officer was interrupted by a yell of irritation and mixed flamed raged in the ace's sharp tone of voice, his eyebrows knitted sternly in his way of showing intimidation, a low growl escaping his gritted teeth afterwards interjecting the authority's attempt of lurking back slight serenity into the dark haired male's senses once again, which only seemed to fail by the looks of it.

"you need to believe me! if Oikawa had gotten missing, it's that damn coach's fault! he's the one who shot my own best friend in the first place!" he yelled in pure anger that made his fist clench in violent thoughts and begginings, his orbs clouding with the emotion of intoxicating vexation, his realisation snapping him back into his realm once the truth had hit him. no one was believing him, not even Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

"why won't any of you believe me for fucks sake?!" Iwaizumi questioned curiously, eyeing Watari with an expression of a glint of hopefulness rushing briskly through his veins almost immediately, fully aware that the libero had also found the [h/c] male a bit too suspicious with his overpopulated reputation and discreet actions, [M/n] didn't put too much effort when it comes to faking his personality, it became a habit of his. though, Iwaizumi and Watari eventually found it transparent to read, leading them to suspicion.

"i-i never liked coach THAT much, but..he's dead..Iwaizumi - Senpai." the libero responded with a sure tone, not believing the wing spiker's words in just a quick moment. sure Watari had found the youngest coach quite indifferent, but with such a theory full of bewilderment and a story quite impossible to believe, he wasn't in the ace's side this time. in which Iwaizumi had already predicted, but he never really thought it would actually happen.

"then let me inside, and let me find him myself!" he ignored the disagreements brought upon his said statement, lowering down his posture to show his slight abyssal of intimidation attitude, but only to find himself meeting back with annoyance once the female police officer had both arms raised up in the air, preventing the dark haired male to continue his steps that went on a hiatus just recently.