The Art Room [Oikawa x Reader]

Chapter 15 - Serving Lessons

"Nice serve." I say, just like the last time I came to see him like this. Except, this time, I'm not here to apologize.

He looks over at me, out of breath, "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

Yeah, what am I doing here?

"I dunno... bored, I guess." I shrug, trying to think of an excuse. I don't have any reason to be here.

He raises an eyebrow, "Bored of drawing?"

Bad excuse, Y/N.

"Well... no. I just can't focus right now." I sit on the gym floor, leaning against the wall.

"Hm, I didn't think you'd be bored of drawing. What's on your mind?" He asks.

"... I don't know."

Oikawa rolls his eyes, frustratingly picking up a ball, "It's always an "I don't know" with you."

"Well, my apologies! Sometimes I really don't know."

"Sometimes? More like literally every second. Do you seriously not know what you're thinking? Just tell me."

I stare at him for a moment, trying to decide if I should say anything. What would I even say?

"Fine, then, be my target." He says.

"Huh? Again?"

"What else would you do?"

"I don't kn- I mean, maybe you try receiving my serves...?" I nervously say.

"Yeah, no. That would be boring for me." He teases, "Get up."

I sigh, taking off my school blazer. Getting my uniform all sweaty again... great. I roll up my sleeves and get in a receiving position, same as last time.

"Hey, wear my kneepads. I'm only serving, so I won't need them." He says, taking off his kneepads.

"Uh, won't they be all sweaty from you?" My face turns sour at the thought.

"Chill out, it'll be fine. Wouldn't you rather not hurt your knees?" He tosses them to me. I hesitantly pick up the kneepads and slide them on. He's right, I do tend to hurt myself on these stupid floors. And concrete. Maybe I'm the stupid one though, not the floors.

"Aw, look at you! How cute do you look wearing my kneepads with your little uniform!" He smirks. I know he's only trying to get a reaction out of me.

"Shut up, dickhead," My face turns slightly red from embarrassment, I can't believe I'm wearing Oikawa's kneepads, "Just serve."

He does his little serving routine and hits the ball over. I miss. You'd think all this practice with Oikawa's serves would get me a little better at receiving, but no, it seems his serves are getting even scarier every time I see him play.

After a few serves, I try starting up a conversation, "Do you have any games coming up?"

"A tournament." He says.

"Ah, right. Aya has that too." I say as he serves another one, "You know, I'm getting kinda tired of being your silly target. Can't we do something else?"

"No. This is my practice."

"Fair. I'm just saying, don't you ever take a break and switch it up a bit?"

"You're one to talk, do you ever switch it up when it comes to drawing?"

"Well, yeah, actually. I use more than one medium of art. Like watercolours, digital, acrylic paint, there's obviously a lot more but those are the main mediums I like-" I stop myself, realizing how dumb I sound lecturing this guy who probably doesn't care about anything I'm saying right now, "Whatever, if you enjoy serving, then you can continue."