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It is a Monday night (though it could be morning) when Oikawa makes his discovery.
“Burning the midnight oil again? Oikawa, don’t make me come over there and punch you,” was what Iwaizumi said with some vexation over the phone. Oikawa just chuckled in response and sighed.
“Iwa-chan, the students we’re playing against tomorrow aren’t pushovers, you know? In order to win, I obviously have to do my research-“
“It’s a practice match, you ass. Don’t be an idiot. We... we need our setter in top form tomorrow, so just... sleep early, okay?”
“Alright, Iwa-chan. Sleep early too, alright? We can’t have you looking uglier than you usually do; it’ll scare away my fan club.”
“I hate you so much. Good night.”
“You too, Iwa-chan.”
And with that, the call was over with a simple click from the other end.
Yet here Oikawa is, binge-watching countless videos of Kaijio University’s volleyball matches against other schools on the comfort of his bed, the lights off and his headphones on, his sole focus on the moving pixels of his screen. Analysing every single detail of the match, and every single movement from the members. Every set-up. Every block. Every spike. Every receive. Every mistake.
Clip-after-clip. Video-after-video.
If Iwaizumi was here, I’d be smacked shitless, Oikawa thinks to himself with a laugh as he clicks on another video of Kaijio’s match against Rakuzan University. But there is no one stopping him now, he realises. There is no one stopping him from gathering as much information as he possibly could tonight, no one stopping him from cramming every trick the opposing team had in their book into his pretty little head before the match the next day.
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It is 2.23am when Oikawa’s eyes become sore, burning from watching his computer in the dark for so long. It is 2.23am when his back aches from being hunched in the same position for more than an hour, curled up on his bed memorising a team’s set-ups. Oikawa sighs. His eyes and body are so, so tired, yet his brain is awake. He has no idea how he’s going to sleep tonight. He sighs in regret as he exits the video he was watching. Just as he moves the cursor to click off of YouTube, he notices a video in his recommendation list.
‘do i wanna know (cover)
by tobigiri’
Oikawa furrows his eyebrows. The username is strange, to say the least, but it piques his interest. It’s not like I’ll be able to sleep anyway, he thinks, and before he knows it, his cursor is moving downward and the video starts playing.The video is in black-and-white, and it shows only a view of a person’s torso as their fingers strum a ukelele. The voice is coming from a male, Oikawa realises as he hears the deep voice coming from the speakers of his laptop. The voice is like honey, sultry and smooth, and very pleasant to listen to.
‘Do I wanna know
if this feeling flows both ways
Sad to see you go
Was sort of hoping that you’d stay’
Oikawa’s never heard such a unique voice before, and the melody of the song soothes him like no other.
‘Baby, we both know
that the nights were mainly made
for saying things that we can’t say
tomorrow day
Crawling back to you’
Oikawa’s eyelids feel heavy, yet his attention is still on ths singer and his long and slender fingers strumming the ukelele. Beautiful, he says to himself as his body sways, sleep slowly but surely overcoming his senses.
‘Ever thought of calling
When you’ve had a few
‘cuz I always do
Maybe I’m too
busy being yours
to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through’
His voice is lovely, Oikawa thinks, and he’s thankfully able to set his alarm and add the video to his Favourites playlist before the music lulls him to sleep.