The Art Room [Oikawa x Reader]

Chapter 8 - Sorry

I walk into class with Aya, feeling tired as usual. I greet Iwaizumi, and try to greet Oikawa as well, but it seems like he's ignoring me. Seriously, how immature. I do want to apologize for what I said the other night though, I just don't know when. And, if he continues to act like this how am I supposed to have a normal conversation with him?

The whole day, I thought about how to say sorry. I'm never good with that kind of thing. It was also very distracting because I couldn't get it off my mind. Even when I was drawing in the art room, that usually gets my mind off things. I was doing sketches for a painting I wanted to do. Yet again, I lost track of time, and before I knew it, the sun was going down. It was only me in the art room now.

Would Oikawa still be here? Iwaizumi said he always stays late, I thought to myself. I paused for a moment, debating on whether I should go to the gym and check if he was there. I could apologize if he is, and it's been driving me crazy all day.

"Ugh, whatever... I need to go home anyways" I mumble, starting to pack up my stuff. I make my way to the gym, talking to myself along the way.

I pause in front of the gym doors, rethinking my choice. Why am I so worried about this anyway? I heard the sound of balls hitting the floor, which could only mean he is here. I took a deep breath and stepped in. He had just thrown the ball up into the air, preparing to serve the ball. I watch as he hits the ball. It goes over the net, but it was out of bounds. He groans in frustration, looking at the ground.

"Nice serve." I say, catching his attention. He looks over at me but just grabs another ball from the basket to serve. Ignoring me, once again.

"Hey, I wanna talk to you." I say with more frustration in my voice this time. He ignores me.

"Will you stop being such a baby and actually talk to me?" I raised my voice as he hit another serve over.

"Fine," He crosses his arms, turning to me, "What is it?"

I hesitate, trying to collect my thoughts. I thought about this all day, and somehow, I blank when it actually happens.

"I just... wanted to say sorry about what I said to you at the party." I spoke, "I get what it's like to be so passionate about something that you would give up everything for it, so I shouldn't have said that."

He stares at me for a second, "How... did you know that's why my girlfriend broke up with me?"

"When you're the most popular guy in school, it gets around..."

"Hm. I'm also sorry for saying guys don't like you."

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. I didn't plan what would happen after the apology...

"Why are you still here, this late?" He asked.

"I usually stay late in the art room. Drawing and stuff... y'know?" I shrug.

"I should've expected that." He reaches for a ball to do another serve.

"Do you only do serves when you're here late?" I sat against the wall. I didn't feel like walking home yet.

"Yeah. I'm trying to perfect it." He tosses the ball up into the air and hits the ball over the net, "Hey, stand on the other side."

I tilt my head, "Huh? Why?"

"I wanna improve my aim. You'll be my target."

"Uh, excuse me? I'm not gonna let you hit me with a ball."

"It's ok, just move if you think it's gonna hit you." I think about it for a moment. I mean, I have nothing better to do right now. I take off my school blazer and make my way to the other side of the net.

"Watch, I'll receive it." I joke, rolling up my sleeves and getting into a receiving position.

"Try." He smirks. He throws up the ball once again and hits it over the net. Like the last time we played volleyball together, it was an extremely powerful serve. It was headed toward my right, so I dove to get it. It only skimmed my arm.

"You just love to dive around to get the ball. Do you always forget you don't have kneepads on?" He says, grabbing another ball.

"Yeah... it's a habit." I slowly get up, regretting diving for the ball. The chances of me successfully receiving Oikawa's serves are very low, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try. It's also kind of fun. I've always enjoyed playing volleyball, even if I'm not as good as someone like Oikawa.

"Hey, I thought I was your target. That was extremely off." I dust off my knees, remembering why I'm even doing this in the first place.

"Maybe I wanted to challenge you," He serves the ball over. This time it's short, which makes me run for it. I fail, again.

"Or I wanted a good laugh." He smirks.

"Screw you." I furrow my eyebrows. We continued like this for some time, but eventually, I got tired.

"Just one more, please?" He pleads.

"No! I'm going home." I wipe the sweat off my forehead, "Man, I can't believe I did that in my uniform. Ugh, I'm probably gonna be so sore tomorrow..."

"And you can tell everyone it's cuz of me"

"You weirdo!" I threw a ball that was on the ground at him, but he catches it.

"Now I have to walk home, how fun." I sigh.

"I'll walk you home, it's already dark out." He says, "I just have to change and grab my stuff."

"I'll be fine, I don't live far."

"I insist." He starts putting the balls away.

"I said I'm fine," I walk to the door, "you said you still have to change, right? So... goodbye!" I run out before he could stop me. I was already so tired, so I don't know why I ran. I eventually slow down though; I was already close to my house anyway. I look up at the night sky, enjoying the pretty stars.

Honestly, I miss playing volleyball. It feels so nostalgic to me. Dad was the one who encouraged me to play, and we used to practice together all the time when I was younger. But I could never give up on art. I love it a lot more than volleyball. I can express my emotions through it, and it makes me happy. Part of me does feel a little guilty for not continuing with volleyball, I only started to feel that way after dad passed away. Though, he'd probably be proud of me for whatever I chose to do with my life.

I reach my house and sigh. I feel happy, but why do I feel like I shouldn't?