《{GREATEST COMPETITOR} Tsukishima x Fem!Reader》𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑇𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠

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Today is the day before you travel to Tokyo with the volleyball team. However, before you are able to go, you have to get the results to your first test. Because you aren't on a sports team, you are very reliant on your grades for a scholarship in the future.

"Alright before you all go to lunch I'm going to hand out your first test," calls Kaji-sensei.

As your teacher walks around the room, you glance over at Yamaguchi. You watch as his face turns nervous. Then you move your eyes from Yamaguchi to where Tsukishima's sitting. Your stomach sinks the second your eyes meet his face.

How the hell can he smile at a time like this?

Kaji-sensei walks over to your desk and places your test on your desk.

"Good job, Y/N, second highest in the class."

S-second highest?!

You groan as you look down at your paper. It's the grade you wanted, but who the hell beat you to the top spot in the class?

"Very well done, Tsukishima."

Your face reflexively turns to face the blonde boy across the room.

That piece of shit.

You continue to watch as Yamaguchi turns around to his friend and lets out a high-pitched noise.

"Woah, Tsukki! You did awesome."

As you watch the pair of boys your blood begins to boil again. Watching Tsukishima's calm face like he doesn't even care about the grade makes you want to scream.

Damn. He outdid me.

At lunch again, you watch the pair of boys eating their lunch together. Once again irritated at his existence, you decide to make a different move than usual. You slam your hands down on your desk as you stand up, attracting attention from a few of your classmates. You ignore them and walk boldly over to the pair you've had your attention on for the past half hour.

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"Tsukishima!"

"A-are you okay, Y/N-chan?" Yamaguchi asks you innocently.

For a second, you snap out of your anger trance and tell Yamaguchi you are okay. You give him a slight smile before turning your attention back to the boy who continuously pisses you off.

"What did you get on your test?"

"None of your business," the expressionless boy replies to you.

Without another word, you storm out of the room.

I swear I'll beat him next time.

As you walk down the hallway you continue to angrily think about him.

Stupidshima... Ever since I met him all he has done is piss me off. I won't let him beat me next time. There's no way he's actually smarter than me.

You continue to storm your way through the hallway, building up more and more anger.

I will not lose to him.

Eventually you find yourself in an unfamiliar part of the school. You stop to look around, angrily cursing at yourself.

"Y/N?"

You turn around to see a familiar grey-haired boy call out to you.

"O-oh, uh hey-"

Shit, I forgot his name.

"Suga," he says sweetly.

"I-I'm very sorry senpai," you bow to him.

"It's okay!" he smiles "what are you doing here?"

You groan and complain to him about how Tsukishima makes you want to commit murder.

"Negativity begone!" he says as he slighly slaps your arm.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?"

Suga laughs. "Why do you let Tsukishima get to you so much?" he asks.

You look at the ground and mumble.

"He's the worst," you admit.

Suga chuckles again before reminding you that class is going to start soon.

"Oh um Suga? Which way do I go?"

He points to the left and you thank him as you continue to hold in your bottled up anger.

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During practice, the boys begin with their warm up drills. Once you finish setting everything up with Kiyoko, you walk over to your brother.

"Hey Keishin."

"Oh hey, Imouto-chan," he replies with a smile.

The pair of you watch as the team continues warming up. Once the group begins spike drills, Keishin strikes up a new conversation.

"Those really are some crazy first years, huh?"

You think back to the conversation you had the other day with Hinata and how he truly believed the team would make it to nationals.

"Yeah," you respond "and Hinata told me he wants to be like the Little Giant."

Keishin chuckles.

"Of course he does and I'm sure he could get there."

You look over at your brother as he continues to watch the team proudly.

He really believes in each of them too.

"And don't forget about Tsukishima. He may not seem like he's really interested, but he's really talented as well."

"Why the hell does everyone keep bringing up that stupid skyscraper? I don't see what's so interesting about him," you pout.

Your face heats up as you hear your brother laugh at what you just said.

"Since when did you start liking Tsukishima, Y/N?"

"What!" you shout in shock, "I don't like him at all! In fact, I'd say it's the opposite of that."

You cross your arms and avoid looking back at your brother.

"And why's that," he teases.

"He's mean and he got a better grade than me on our test."

Keishin puts his arm around you and pulls you close to him as he laughs at you again.

"Keishin," you groan "let go of me!"

You do your best to hide your blush from your annoying brother.

I do not like Stupidshima. AT ALL!

Suddenly, you begin to hear noises directed at you.

"Aww, look at Y/N," you hear Tanaka call happily.

"She looks so cute when she blushes," Nishinoya remarks.

You push yourself away from your laughing brother.

"Shut up!" you say to the boys as you walk away, flustered.

You walk over to Kiyoko, who shakes her head at you before walking away. For a moment, you stand confused but then look back at Tanaka and Nishinoya.

"Look, Tanaka, they're going to talk to each other!"

"I know, I see it too!"

Okay, I see now...

You turn around and sit back down next to your brother, frustrated by the whole day.

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