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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆

⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆

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‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

(Oikawa's POV) [you and me both know this dumb ass bitch is gonna do something, watch this be an Akaashi x y/n in the end alhsksjs]

I made a new groupchat excluding y/n in this one. They were all the volleyball players that witnessed Rin kissing me after a serve and I don't want them telling her first.

t.oikawa: guys
t.oikawa: don't tell y/n about what happened
h.iwaizumi: why so you can keep doing it behind her back??
i.matsukawa: ^
t.hanamaki: ^^
t.oikawa:  no because i wanna be the one to tell her. it's better she hears and clears this misunderstanding with me.
h.iwaizumi: alright, but if you don't tell her, we'll make sure to.

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(y/n's POV)
I was packing up my school things when Oikawa texted me as I shoved a book inside.

T: ready to go??

I shoved the last book inside and slipped my vest over my button up. My mom and dad waved good bye as they were getting ready for their work. Oikawa was outside, waiting for me with his hands gripping at his phone tightly. I linked my arms around his as we made our way to the station.

I bit my tongue at the thought of the text message from last night. Another notification broke me out of my thoughts.

r.e.m: what's up y/n? remember you're not getting away from anything by ignoring this text message
r.e.m: i know you can see this
r.e.m: and i can see you reading this while holding and grasping onto oikawa's arm.

My breath hitched and grabbed onto Tooru tighter. "That hurts y/n" he whines making me let go of him.

"Sorry, kawa. Just a bit on edge" I put my phone back into my pocket, grabbing my IC card as we near the station. Oikawa has his hand around my thighs; his hands wandering up. The car was empty and quiet as we sped past the track. He gives me a shy smirk while his hands travelled farther up my leg. "Watch those hands. I won't hesitate to cut them off." Giving him a warning.

"But then I won't be able to play volleyball-"

"Then you better watch where those hands go." Pointing a finger at him. He takes his hand off my thigh and puts his hands up in defence. I giggle at him and softly shoved him away. The train came to a stop and another person stepped in. Speak of the devil, it was the devil itself. "Oikawa-san!" Her loud screeching voice called out. She runs towards him and sets herself next to him, grabbing his hands and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When his fan girls used to do this, he was quick to back away and tell them off nicely but for her, that was not the case. "I missed you from last night, why didn't you call me back?" Call her back? For what?

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