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“I swear, I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
Oikawa sucked in an annoyed breath through his teeth in an attempt at keeping himself from murdering the absolute idiot across the net.
The guy had said he’d looked familiar about twenty times, regardless of the fact that Oikawa was adamant they’d never met before. He thinks he’d remember a pink-haired guy with weird makeup on his face.
“Keep at it Yuuji-kun. I’m sure it will come to you.”
Then there was the white-haired idiot wearing sunglasses inside the gym – which was only super weird – who was supposedly the captain, though all the guy seemed interested in was egging on his kouhai to do anything but warm-up for the game.
“Satoru, pay attention,” a tall blonde man also wearing sunglasses – because one wasn’t weird enough – reprimanded. It clearly wasn’t his first rodeo telling this Satoru guy to get it together, if the lack of response at the dramatic bewailing the ‘captain’ was currently doing said anything.
“TV ad, maybe?” The pink-haired dude – Yuuji – addressed Oikawa again, staring at the brunette like he was a particularly difficult crossword.
Before Oikawa could absolutely snap, Yuuji’s teammate saved him from the Aoba Johsai captain’s wrath.
“Fucking hell Itadori, shut your trap and focus on warming up!” the orangish-brown-haired girl behind him hollered, winding up a volleyball to huck at him.
Yuuji was so focused on Oikawa still that he didn’t dodge the projectile in time, instead yelping and whining about being hit in the back of the head.
Oikawa snickered, before he himself felt the familiar smack of a volleyball against his own head. He knew who’d thrown it, but the familiarity didn’t mean he wasn’t going to cry about it to his co-captain.
“Mean Iwa-chan!” Oikawa said, rubbing the back of his head exaggeratedly.
Iwaizumi scowled at the brunette. “Quit glaring and warm-up, dumbass,” his co-captain ordered, before turning to start hitting with one of their younger middle blockers once more.
Oikawa pouted, but did as he was told – not because Iwaizumi told him to, but because Oikawa chose to. BIG difference. He made sure to flip Makki off as he passed, his own pink-haired teammate who was currently snickering at Iwaizumi’s scolding.
After finally finishing warm-ups – with no murders, a true feat considering Yuuji was still making comments about Oikawa every five seconds – it was time for them to start the game, with Aoba Johsai was set to receive first. Oikawa high-fived Iwaizumi as he moved to stand next to him, putting his hands on his knees and facing the team on the other side of the net.
Tokyo Jujutsu High was definitely an interesting team to witness, having enrolled in the Japanese National Volleyball Charity Tournament at the last second, somehow ending up slated against Aoba Johsai for their first game.
‘Unfortunate for them,’ Oikawa thought to himself with a smirk as he watched Yuuji line up to serve.
“FOUR!” Yuuji yelled, right before throwing the ball into the air.
Oikawa was so thrown off by the exclamation that he completely missed the actual serve. Luckily for him – and unluckily for the people in the stands – the ball went sailing out of bounds.
“That’s golf you idiot,” the green-haired girl said, clearly annoyed.
“Nice serve!” the white-haired man called, smiling wide.
“Don’t encourage him Gojo-sensei,” their dark, spiky-haired setter commented. He hadn’t even moved when his teammate had served; looking incredibly bored.
Oikawa turned to send Iwaizumi the most confused look, to which he was met with just as much bewilderment on his best friend’s face.
The delay-of-game whistle from the referee snapped Oikawa out of it, still looking a little lost as he turned to grab a ball to serve.
Oikawa took a deep breath and shook his head in an attempt to clear the strangeness of the situation from it. As he started his serve routine, he vaguely heard Yuuji telling the setter that his serve hadn’t been good because he didn’t have a routine. The setter looked like he wished he was deaf, a scowl settling deeper and deeper on his face before he finally turned his head to snap at the hitter.
“Could you shut up and pay atten-”
His reprimand was cut off by the ball flying between the two, landing solidly inbounds with a resounding thwack .
The two teammates turned to look at Oikawa with wide eyes. The Aoba Johsai captain smirked, holding out his hand in way of asking for the ball back.
“Eyes on me, gentleman,” Oikawa drawled, raising a smug eyebrow and taking great pleasure in the narrowed eyes he got in response from the other setter.
“The game, Oikawa, eyes on the game. Nobody wants to look at your stupid face any longer than they have to,” Iwaizumi corrected.
“Rude!” Oikawa squawked indignantly. “You know you love my beautiful face Iwa-chan~” Iwaizumi audibly growled, flipping his captain off.
“Playing hard to get, are we Iwa-chan ?” Makki mocked, happily accepting the snort of laughter and high-five he got from his partner Mattsun, before getting serious again after a pointed glare from the Aoba Johsai co-captain. Oikawa grinned at his team’s antics, spinning the ball now in his hands to serve again.
He felt how solid the serve was in the palm of his hand the second the ball left it, flying directly where he’d aimed it to the exact same spot as before.
Unlike before; however, Yuuji yelled, “I got it!” at the same time as he threw himself to the side, somehow managing to get underneath the ball. While Oikawa was initially impressed with the dig, it was a poor up, and it immediately flew out of control back onto Aoba Johsai’s side of the net.
Oikawa saw his chance, moving under the ball and yelling, “In two, Iwa!” as he bumped the ball perfectly to the height he knew his co-captain would want it at. As always, Iwaizumi had read Oikawa’s mind and was already there to smash the ball past the green-haired girl on the other side of the net.
Iwaizumi yelled in success as the ref blew the whistle, meeting Oikawa in the middle for an aggressive high-five.
“Get OFF me you IDIOT!” Oikawa and Iwaizumi turned to see Yuuji fully on top of the setter, seemingly having miscalculated how far he launched himself to get the ball.
“I’m trying Fushiguro, give me a seco-OW!” Yuuji yelped, having been cut off by a hard left kick to his ribs.
“Well try harder!” Fushiguro growled, clearly none too pleased.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Yuuji yelled back, finally managing to detangle his legs and dodging another kick.
“I’m not,” came a much deeper voice from the mouth that had formed from the makeup on Yuuji’s face.
A mouth from the makeup on his face.
A mouth.
On his face.
“What the actual fuck,” Iwaizumi said, his eyes widening comically, voicing Oikawa’s own thoughts.
“Fuck off Sukuna,” Fushiguro grumbled, kicking Yuuji again and earning another shout of pain.
“Ya, could you not?” Yuuji asked the mouth, scowling at it as best he could.
“Your face just… grew another face,” Iwaizumi stated dumbly, sounding both shocked and a little grossed out at the same time. Oikawa also couldn’t help but wonder why no one else on that team was freaking out about, oh, the sudden mouth on the side of this dude’s face?!
“Oh ya, this is Sukuna, King of Curses. I’m acting as his vessel for now because I survived eating one of his fingers so I could save Megumi from a curse.” Yuuji replied casually, pointing at the mouth with one hand and the setter with his other, as if that was the confusing part of the situation.
The whole court was dead silent at that statement.
“You ate a finger?” Makki asked, breaking the quiet and scrunching his nose in clear disgust.
Before Oikawa could comment on his teammates' interesting choice of priorities, Fushiguro spoke up.
“I was fine . And ya, it was gross,” the setter said, looking very unimpressed at Yuuji.
“No, but what the actual fuck,” Iwaizumi repeated himself, looking at Yuuji like he’d grown a second head. Which, Oikawa supposed, he almost had.
Before more very necessary questions could be asked, the referee blew the whistle loudly, clearly annoyed at the severe delay.
“Positions everyone!” Satoru called, clapping his hands to garner his teams attention as if they were starring in a play.
“Ya sure, let’s just glaze over that craziness,” Oikawa muttered, taking the ball from the referee to serve again.
It only got worse from there.
Sure, the finger-eating nastiness was still topping the ‘what-the-actual-fuck’ list. But ‘divine dogs’ setting the ball for Fushiguro, the orangish-haired girl hitting the ball with a hammer, and the green-haired middle blocker slicing the ball with a sword ‘by accident’ was quickly added to the list.
Oikawa finally snapped when the libero opened his mouth and commanded the ball to score, resulting in a point for the Tokyo team immediately.
“Okay, that’s it! Referee, what the hell?!” Iwaizumi yelled, clearly fed up as well.
The referee glared at the spiker for a moment, clearly annoyed he was getting blamed when he had already reprimanded the Jujutsu High team multiple times.
“Gojo-sensei said we could use cursed techniques,” the green-haired girl sighed, picking at her nails.
“Salmon,” the libero seemed to agree with her.
“I did not!” Gojo exclaimed. “I just never said anything about not using them.”
The blonde next to him groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Oh don’t be like that Nanami! We’re here to have fun, aren’t we?” Gojo sported the most saccharine sweet smile, prompting a louder sound of exasperation from Nanami.
“Volleyball is normally played without the use of… whatever you call those. Now either knock it off or I’m going to have to have you forfeit,” the referee commented, also sounding very fed-up.
“Hai!” Yuuji yelled, smiling wide.
Turns out, the Jujutsu High team was not as good at volleyball without the cursed techniques.
They were athletic, sure, but they either went way overboard (Yuuji), were more focused on annoying their teammates (Gojo), or just generally didn’t give a shit (pretty much everyone else).
So it wasn’t the biggest of surprises when Aoba Johsai took both sets, winning by a solid ten points both times.
“How’d it go?” Daichi, the Karasuno High team captain, asked when Aoba Johsai got off the court, nodding at the Jujutsu High team.
Oikawa just stared at Daichi, catching his attention with the pure intensity of the look.
“I finally met a team crazier than yours,” Oikawa finally said. He was still so bewildered by whatever that had just been that he couldn’t appropriately revel in Daichi’s paleing face as much as he would’ve liked.
“Have fun, Sawamura,” Iwaizumi said sympathetically, clapping the Karasuno captain on the shoulder.
“The abandoned building! Kugisaki, the abandoned building!” Itadori screeched suddenly, grabbing the girl that had yelled at him before and shaking her wildly.
She promptly punched him square in the nose as hard as she could, causing Yuuji to reel back with a shout.
“What the fuck are you on about?” she yell-asked, fist still raised in his direction.
“The abandoned building Gojo-sensei sent you on your first Tokyo job where we saved that kid,” Yuuji replied, though it came out muffled behind the hand holding his now bloody nose.
“Don’t bleed on your jersey, idiot,” Fushiguro said from behind Yuuji, not even bothering to look up from the phone he had pulled out of his bag.
“Abandoned building, what…” Kugisaki trailing off and looking at Oikawa.
Oikawa frowned, going to protest the unwanted attention – yes he did think there was such a thing – before her face suddenly lit up with recognition.
“Oh my god, that dumb cardboard cutout!” she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. “Small world!”
“Your sensei sent you to an abandoned building?”
“That hot guy is your sensei ?”
“Oikawa has a cardboard cutout of him?”
“I looked dumb?!”
Iwaizumi, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all asked at the same time
“Hot guy?” Yuuji and Kugisaki parroted, both with a varying degree of distaste.
“That’s what you two focus on?” Megumi asked his teammates before sighing loudly and turning back to address the Aoba Johsai players. “We’re Jujutsu sorcerers. At our high school, we’re taught how to find and exorcise curses.”
Oikawa wasn’t really sure how to respond to that.
“So why are you at a volleyball tournament then?” Makki asked.
“Gojo-sensei-”
“Hot guy,” Makki corrected.
Megumi frowned at the pink-haired hitter before continuing.
“Gojo-sensei likes to force us to participate in random sports.”
“Last time it was baseball!” Yuuji chimed in helpfully.
“You weren’t kidding. They’re crazy crazy,” Daichi said, causing Oikawa to jump, having forgotten the Karasuno captain was there.
Iwaizumi snorted before turning to pat Daichi’s shoulder once more.
“Like I said, good luck,” Iwaizumi said before walking away to join the rest of Aoba Johsai.
Daichi glanced at Oikawa a little helplessly, but Oikawa just looked at the… sorcerers in front of him before clapping his hands together and smiling painfully.
“Yup, nope, not dealing with that anymore. What Iwa said – have fun Dai-chan!” Oikawa called, going to follow his co-captain.
“Hurry up Shittykawa!” Iwaizumi yelled, frowning at the look on the brunette’s face when he finally caught up. “Where’s your head at?” the co-captain asked.
A thought had occurred to Oikawa, and he slowly turned to look at Iwaizumi with confusion and slight horror.
“Why is my cutout in an abandoned, cursed building Iwa-chan?”