Just My Type [Daichi Sawamura x OC]

Chapter 12: Catch Her

She talked about books
with so much passion
that you wanted to be
nothing but the character
she had so insanely fallen
in love with

The black ink on the page glistened with a fresh innocence, but Jun knew better.

It had been recently typed, that was obvious, and Jun had quickly walked a lap around the store in hopes of inconspicuously searching for the culprit. Yet every customer she came across felt wrong. They weren't here anymore, and most likely had typed their note to her and left, probably to avoid exactly what Jun was doing. Daichi had chuckled a bit watching her circle the store, but kept his questions to himself after the look she threw his way.

Something had changed recently with her penpal. For the past few weeks they had been leaving messages for her first, which would have been fine and dandy. But every time, every single time, the notes they left behind were almost a perfect response to everything Jun had planned to write. Even before she had written it, her penpal now seemed to know exactly what to reply with and jumped the gun. But instead of feeling unnerved by their clairvoyance, Jun found herself more anxious than ever to find them in person. And to see for herself the one who seemed to know her better than anyone.

"Find 'em?"

Daichi was lounging on one of the overstuffed armchairs, swirling a half empty coffee cup lazily. There was a knowing shimmer in his eyes as they followed Jun to the armchair next to his. She huffed but wouldn't look at him.

"I wasn't looking for anyone." She spoke to the ceiling. If she glanced at those rich chocolaty eyes now she knew she'd cave and tell him everything. And it would ruin the whole point of the typewriter.

"You sure?" Daichi sat up a bit taller in his chair, the smirk on his face evident in his drawl, "Really seemed like you were trying to find someone. It looked real important."

"I was helping Tadaari." Jun reached for her bag as an excuse to keep busy, grimacing at the time that blinked on her phone. They were late. "He needed some extra work done in different stacks. Come on, we gotta go meet the others."

Rising quickly from her chair, Jun missed the soft way Daichi grinned at her as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned into his touch as they walked towards the exit, Daichi throwing one last look back at the store, towards the back corner already out of sight, but most certainly still on both their minds.

"Right right, my bad. Can't keep Suga waiting."

***

In the few months that Jun and Daichi had officially been dating, the fervor that surrounded their relationship seemed to have died to a minimal burn. There were still a few curious glances shot their way every now and again, which Jun hastily ignored and Daichi couldn't care less about. The only one that really still seemed to bother him came from a source a bit too close to home.

"Will you stop staring?" Daichi spiked a volleyball towards his best friend's head, disappointment evident when Suga easily dodged it. "You're pissing me off."

Still cross-legged on the floor of the gymnasium, Suga continued to smile broadly at Daichi, "I'll stop staring when you two stop being so adorable. It's like I'm watching a real-life romance anime, and you know how I love those."

In a change of venue from their normal group tutoring sessions, Jun had somehow been coerced into moving this week's sessions from the library to the volleyball court. With more than half of her study group consisting of Daichi's volleyball friends, their constant nagging eventually won out and she found herself quizzing players on calculus and Punnett squares in between practice serves. It worked out well for the most part. While not exactly conventional, even her most troublesome students were suddenly more motivated to succeed simply by the promise of getting to practice a few rallies as a reward. And it would have continued to go swimmingly had Nishinoya not insisted Jun test out her skills as well. Her protests that her athletic abilities were nonexistent fell on deaf ears, at least until proven correct by the volleyball Jun took to the face. Daichi had been in the process of gently caring for Jun's bloody nose when out of the corner of his eye he spotted Suga: sitting on the sidelines grinning from ear to ear and fawning over them like a chick at a rom-com.