EAT ME, OIKAWA ᝰ t. oikawa

fourteen. tooru

FOURTEEN. TOORU
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"oh my god." kunimi akira's eyes widened as he saw an entire cheering squad parade inside the aoba johsai gymnasium.

a drum corp followed close behind them, a steady beat was banging against everyone's eardrums.

kunimi's eyes trailed over to the second floor where he saw movement. his eyes slightly widened when he saw the back-up setter of shiratorizawa, sitting in one of the chairs along with a girl that looked eerily familiar— but he couldn't put his finger on it.

he wanted to figure out who the girl was. he saw her pull out a phone, supposedly to record the entire thing. however, their eyes met, and kunimi, caught red handed, looked away.

"are you seeing this?" kindaichi yutarō rubbed his eyes repeatedly, trying to see if this was a hallucination.

"holy crap." matsukawa issei guffawed, the scene in front of him was surprising— but it was beyond hilarious.

the pink-haired wing-spiker, hanamaki takahiro, laughed with him. "damn, they're obviously here for oikawa."

purple and white blurred everyone's vision. the colors of shiratorizawa dominated the blue castle as they started their routine.

"shi-ra-to-ri-za-wa!" the girls cheered, doing some aerial flips while waving their pom-poms around.

the drums' banging were slowly quickening pace, making everyone's hearts beat against their ribcages aggressively.

iwaizumi, who was just exiting the locker room after changing into his practice uniform, froze in his steps as he stood there dumbfounded.

his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets. he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"shittykawa, get the hell out here!"

he yelled after the pretty setter who was still in the locker room, changing, and unaware of everything that was happening outside.

it was a surprise that oikawa wasn't able to hear the ruckus outside, seeing that it was basically making the gym walls shake, and everyone feared that the whole building would collapse due to the loud sound.

oikawa tooru's mind was elsewhere as he changed his clothes. it's been approximately forty-eight hours since the girl had contacted him. he tried reaching out to her, but to no avail. he tried to shrug it off, and convince himself that the girl probably ghosted him already— but his pride wouldn't let him step down. no one in the right mind would ghost him. i mean, he's oikawa tooru.

but a part of him knew that it was because he missed their conversations, her suggestive humor, and their late night talks.

a few days ago, when he had a long day at school, trying to fend off fangirls and enduring practice with coach constantly breathing at his neck to make sure that the team improved immediately so they could beat shiratorizawa, he had talked to the girl to ease his worries and just take his mind off things.

oikawa
can you help me get
my mind off things?

milkbread-chan
okay.
do you want to play
cod mobile?