- My, my... Little cutie? Aren't you a pretty one? - Oikawa exclaimed towards a girl in a rather sly tone, ringing with mischief.
His eyes lingered upon a girl who was sitting on a white blanket with black flowers covering it in front of him. The girl could see Oikawa's playful grin plastered all over his face, which he'd placed no effort into hiding.
The grin seemed like one that always chose to cause trouble or at least get some reaction from the world around it.
The girl he'd been eyeing the entire time he was at the park had rather short, down brown hair with a side fringe falling on her forehead & slightly covering her left eye. She had a tan complexion with golden eyes & wore a light pink t-shirt & a long brown skirt that ended at her ankles.
On the blanket the girl was sitting on, Oikawa could see coloured pencils carelessly scattered around near a small, dark, navy blue pencil pouch that sat upon A4 watercolour painting paper. Near the canvases, paintbrushes lay next to an unzipped black backpack with small green flower designs sewn onto it.
A box of gouache paint peeked out from the backpack's larger compartment.
The girl looked up from what Oikawa assumed to be her sketchbook she'd been holding. A confused look covered her face as Oikawa sat down on the grass in front of her.
- May I know what you're drawing? - he asked while leaning in, a flirty gaze encountering the girl's eyes & her lips. - Is it me, perhaps?
The girl propped the sketchbook against her chest & raised her knees by just a tad bit, holding it tightly as she placed away a short 2B pencil she'd been using to draw something. The long brown skirt she was wearing crinkled a little. Her eyes fixed on Oikawa's face, scanning his seemingly perfect features.
The way Oikawa's eyes were so relaxed yet still held tension in them intrigued her or how his milky brown hair had fallen on the ideal place of his forehead. It was like his hair magically knew what would give him the best looks.
Even the beads of sweat dripping down his face fell glamorously.
- No.
Oikawa's smirky grin shattered within seconds as he, now awkwardly, stared back at the girl. He muttered a quiet "Oh" before Oikawa looked down at the grass for a moment & back at her.
- Well then, could I at least get to know your n— AHH—
A volleyball quickly shot up into the air after it harshly hit the back of Oikawa's head. The guy immediately turned around as short-lived anger flashed on his face.
- IWA'CHAN! - Oikawa shouted, waving his arm in the arm, allowing the short sleeve to fall. - YOU COULD'VE HIT HER!
- STOP BOTHERING RANDOM PEOPLE, YOU SHITHEAD.
The ball was still flying lightlessly in the azure above them. Though soon enough, it reached its stopping point, now getting pulled back towards the Earth's core.
The girl looked up, blinded by the blazing sun for a second. She squinted & watched the ball fall right above her head & raised her arms. She aligned her fingers to where the ball was falling & quickly shot it back with her fingers to where it came from.
The sketchbook fell out of her lap.
- Thanks!
Luckily enough, the girl had used just enough force for the guy who threw it to catch it.
Oikawa turned around, seeing Iwaizumi go back to playing again.
- Sorry about tha— oh?
He'd caught a glimpse of the drawing.
- Oh, sorry. - the girl hastily mumbled as she nervously scrambled around, immediately taking hold of her sketchbook.
The sketch had been the volleyball court in the part where Oikawa & his friends were currently. He saw people actively playing in the drawing. Oikawa could see himself somewhere in the back, but in the air, seemingly flying with a volleyball right by his palm, about to be served.
He'd noticed his drawing had a little extra detail than the others.
Oikawa grinned as he looked back at the girl:
- Well, anyways, I have to get going. See you around, little Cutie.
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A/N: "gouache" I refuse to believe this is a real word.
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- tutoring sessions // oikawa tooru.
Fanfiction- ...You know, Rūna'chan, you are very smart, but there are still many things you don't even know how to do. I think... - he traced his hand towards the girl's. - I think I could teach you a few things as well. He held her hand. - Like what, then? ...
