The Great King's Queen | Oikawa X Reader

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oh wow... 10k views.

✨thank you✨

no seriously idk where to start... i would give you a special chapter but about what?
i'm kinda brain dead from writing the second book which sadly will only be 13-14 parts long.

but it's okay each chapter is 2,000 words or longer so it's fair-ish

for those of you who care; my hawks x reader book is still canon i've changed the title and everything though
i might write it then publish it all because it has a very busy storyline

but anyways i might do recommendations if you guys want i honestly don't know 😭

for now uhm enjoy this random story off the top of my head:

(Y/N) pov

I sat at my desk pondering my life choices as the professor gave a lecture.
College wasn't an exciting life, it was more work than anything.

The major I chose didn't even make good money. But I can't drop out my parents would be disappointed.

'If only something intriguing would happen'

I was a single woman in her early 20's bored out of my mind. And sadly I'm still a virgin.

All the men here never piqued my interest. I was too obsessed with anime. It's not like one of my husbandos would pop through the door.

*doors suddenly open* 😨

I turned my head to see who had come into class so late.

"Sir, you're late" spoke the professor.
"Yeah sorry, I got lost."

I had to quietly gasp. This dude looked just like Tōru Oikawa from the Haikyūu!!© series.

A/N: shii i ain't getting copyrighted💀

He sat down in the empty chair next to mines.

'How ironic it's like I'm inside of a fanfiction'

I took this opportunity to get to know him... More importantly why he looks like an anime character.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N) it's nice to meet you" I whispered to him.
He looked just like him from the chocolate brown eyes to the floofy hair.

"Hey, I'm Rivulet, Trevor Rivulet," he whispered back.

'Trevor?'

"So where are you from? Why did you choose this major?" I asked quietly.

"Uhm funny story this isn't my class, I'm just super lost," he spoke seriously.
I giggled at how confuzzled he was.
"I can help you if you like?" I said.
"Right now? Aren't you in class?"
"I don't care. This class is boring anyways."

"Excuse me! Ms. (L/N)! Is there something you and pretty boy would like to share with the class?" asked the professor.

Trevor and I traded looks and shook our head no.