Ushijima's little sister takes interest in the one and only Toorū Oikawa.
❛ in which a boy with issues
meets a girl with tissues
and ends up in a complicated
cycle of love and war
between school teams
Ꮠ 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄, �...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
━━━━┅━━━┅━━━━
tooruoikawa rolled over in bed, stray hair falling on his face as he did so.
he reached over to grab his phone that's been going off non-stop for the past ten minutes. he tried to ignore it and continue sleeping, but the rings were getting annoying by the second.
he opened his phone and squinted his eyes to read the texts that took ten minutes of his sleep.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx good morning darling
the first message made the boy's lips downturn for a moment in wonder of who the person was, before he realized who that was.
the unknown number from yesterday night. a small smile made its way to his face when he scrolled down to read the rest of the messages.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx i woke up bright & early today because i'm on breakfast duty
"breakfast duty?" oikawa mumbled in curiosity. "i wonder what for."
from his guess, the unknown number must be some kind of lunch lady... or not? it's a saturday- so if his hunch of this unknown number being involved with shiratorizawa was correct, then saturdays were off days. he wasn't sure why they were on breakfast duty though. he shrugged his shoulders and scrolled down again.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx speaking of which, make sure you eat your breakfast tooru!
he smiled again, then his stomach rumbled. he slightly sweatdropped. he wanted to read more of the unknown number's messages but alas, his tummy calls.
he went downstairs to get breakfast, passing by his mom and dad who were just exiting the door as they were both off to work.
he sat down on the breakfast nook and served himself a bit of everything of the american breakfast his family likes so much.
"tooru, you wouldn't mind picking up takeru from practice later today, would you?" his mom asked popping back in the door.
oikawa looked up from his eggs and bacon. though he easily gets annoyed by the savage brat, he can't deny that he sort of likes keeping him as company. he was, after all, a cute savage brat with good taste in sports.
"sure." oikawa nodded as he swallowed his food.
his mother smiled, "thanks, hon. take care!"
"you too!" he grinned as the door shut close, leaving him alone to his devices.
he got back to eating his food before his brain reminded him to reopen his phone to read the other messages the unknown number sent him.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx just finished bfast duty 🤸🏻♀️
he lightly chuckled at the cartwheel emoji before scrolling down to the next message.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx hey btw, i wanna know - are you single?
and that was it, no other message. he realized that he had scrolled down to the very bottom of the messaging app.
the last message was sent three minutes ago, and the first was sent about an hour prior.
that meant that the person was online.
he replied with a simple 'yes' to answer the person's question, shoved the phone in his shorts, before continuing to eat.
minutes later, tooru quickly downed a glass of orange juice after finishing his meal. he did the dishes and went upstairs to get ready for the day. he didn't have plans aside from going to the store to buy a couple of stuff he needed for volleyball and picking takeru up in the afternoon. after all, upon losing the tournament yesterday, their team was given a day off. their practice for the spring nationals wasn't until tomorrow.
after showering and pulling on some casual clothes, the brunette boy grabbed his phone off the table along with his wallet and stuffed it inside his jeans.
exiting the oikawa household, he locked the door behind him. however, just when he was about to take another step further outside, his eyes were met with something peculiar resting on his doorstep.
"..." he leaned down to grab it. his brows furrowed. "milkbread?"
his eyes immediately lit up, his mouth watering despite the fact that he just ate breakfast. milkbread was endgame for tooru. everyone knows that.
there was a small note on the side of the milkbread, but it was only one number.
1
he couldn't comprehend what it was supposed to mean so instead of lingering on the number, he looked around for any sign of whoever left his favorite food there for him.
no one was there.
a slight chill ran up tooru's spine, but the feeling was soon countered by the slight vibration of his phone inside his pocket.
with milkbread in one hand and his phone in the other, he opened his messages tab and read the text he just received.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx i wish you'd look at me the same way you look at milkbread
tooru's brows furrowed in confusion before his phone vibrated and another text came in, making him choke on his saliva.
xxxx-xxx-xxxx like you'd devour me as if i was your last meal
