#sieff hq fic

[cringyfanfictions]

He misses.

*Pathetic.*

Oikawa grits his teeth as the ball bounces against the floor, the sound amplified by the empty gym. It rolls to a stop.

A second of silence.

Then the crowd *roars* in his mind, the sound distant in memory, and he squeezes his eyes shut and sees the net fluttering, feather-soft, separating the winners from the losers. Their opponents are screaming in joy and leaping on each other's backs in celebration, and Oikawa knows the length of a volleyball court is 18 meters long, so why does it feel like a lifetime away-

He stumbles forward and snatches the ball off the floor, wobbly. The worn synthetic leather can't mask the hardness of the ball, and it sits unyielding in his hand. His fingers dig in, searching for a hint of warmth, comfort. What kind of setter can't even aim at the stupid wall?

He serves, and counts.

Thud. *Atsumu Miya.*

Thud. *Kageyama Tobi-*

The balls flying at him, and he only closes his eyes in time. The impact shoves him to the ground, and he lands hard, polished wood reverberating in his wrists and forearms.

He stays there, eyes shut, chest heaving. Assessing. *Feeling.*

His arms and bottom ache, and his face throbs, especially his nose and mouth where the force of the ball rammed the skin of his lip into his teeth. Something warm trickles down his chin and slips into the fabric of his uniform, soiling it.

Three throws.

*Shittykawa.*

He almost smiles.

It only ever took Iwa one.