Iwaoi | Never Enough

Chapter 1

Iwaizumi's POV:

"Iwa-chan!"

The ball brushed off of Oikawa's fingertips, gracefully setting itself up in my favourite position. A grin crossed my face as I made my approach and jumped, seeing the clear view beyond the net. The blockers on the other team were paralyzed in place as I swung downwards to get the last point in the set. But the hit never came.

I fell back towards the ground— a fall that felt way too long to be normal— and landed in my living room, my parents scowling over me.

Wait a second...

"What wasted potential, why do you continue this game when you have no chance of succeeding?" My mother scoffs and turns her back towards me.

"Why can't you be anything like that pretty setter on your team? He's a true player, a prodigy." She glares over her shoulder.

"You're just holding him back, holding them all back."

I roll my eyes at her words and look away.

I wonder how much longer this will be.

My thought is interrupted by a hand caressing my face and turning me back towards my family.

"She's right Iwa-chan, the only reason your our ace right now, well actually the only reason your on the team is because of me. But, I don't need you anymore so I think you should just leave," he laughs and harshly pushed me backwards.

I trip backwards and fall once more, only hearing the echos of Oikawa's laughter and my mother's words.

This is stupid.

I cross my arms and embrace the fall into darkness.

In what felt like only a second, I was woken up by my alarm. Groaning in displeasure I push myself up into a seated position with only one thought on my mind.

What a waste of a dream.

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Somehow, I had mindlessly made it to school that morning. Dreams like these weren't uncommon for me, I figure its just a stress thing given that we had a practice match with Karasuno today.

The unsettling part was how real they always felt. The feeling of being on the court, jumping to make that spike, Oikawa's hand. I shivered reliving the moment.

At least it's just a dream.

I had made it to my homeroom class, and sat with my head resting on my arm too deep in thought to realize someone was hovering over me now.

"IWA-CHANNN!"

I jolt up from my position, causing an awful screeching noise from my chair, turning a lot of heads.

"What the fuck Shittykawa, it's way too early for you to be screaming," I exclaim, readjusting my seat and crossing my arms to appear less startled.

"Well I wouldn't have to yell if you turned around the first 10 times I called," he pouts.

Was I really that out of it?

Oikawa moves to take his seat which is apparently beside me today.

"Why aren't you sitting behind me Trashykawa?" I glanc his way, watching him make himself comfortable.

The bags under his eyes seemed much more prevalent today, he must've overworked himself rewatching Karasuno's past games again.

"Idiot" I scoff under my breathe.

"What was that Iwa-chan?" He turns to face me, looking like a lost puppy.

I cough awkwardly before pointing at the paper in front of him "What's that?"

His eyes glow like a kid in a candy store "My new strat against Karasuno!"

I smile lightly at his childish enthusiasm as I edge him to go on before class starts.

"Right so it kinda relies on you focusing a little more on blocking and being a decoy," he laughs nervously scratching the back of his neck.

My eyes widen a bit at his statement, but I revert to my neutral grouchy look before he can notice.

"Why me?"

"Because they'll never see it coming!" He smirks.

"Are you sure about this Trashykawa? If your trying to replicate what Hinata and Kageyama have then—"

"What no! I'd never steal from Tobio's lame strats. Come onnn can't we just try it out, it's only a practice match?"

Oikawa tries to give me his best puppy eye expression which only works to annoy me more.

I hate to admit it but he was right. Practice matches are almost designed to try new strategies. Plus whether I was acting like a middle blocker, or a decoy it didn't matter. At the end of the day, I was still the ace.

Maybe, I'll even be more useful to the team like this.

I analyze the slightly crumpled paper once more to see a rough sketch of positions scattered around the page.

"We better not lose cuz of this."

Oikawa grins, taking my response as a yes, as we turn towards the board to begin class.

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