Feelings Feelings Go Away | Oikawa Tooru

The Awaited Date

The waitress is young, maybe a year or two older than us. She's feisty and fierce. Her eyes seek competition and on the sight of me, they light up every so often. Her demeanor shifts with her graceful self. I replicate her moves, her eyes, her demeanor, everything that she lets me copy. But a few things remain my own, my thrill, my excitement. The excitement that makes my heart race just at the thought of her stealing my date. I've experienced this a few times, the thrill of having something stolen from me.

Is excitingg..

"Ask this lady here." Oikawa points at me.

"Oikawa-san, it's your treat. You can choose whatever you want." I return his smile.

He takes the menu and orders, his eyes perking up within small intervals, probably because he saw something he liked.

"I'll have a vanilla milk bread, with..." his eyes first shift to me, he winked, and then to the waitress, "Is the free icing offer over?"

He's looking at her with pleading eyes, I could swear I saw him shooting stars at her. Now that she's looking at him, I can even bet the space around him has turned yellow and sparkly. I wonder how is she keeping eye contact?

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, but.. we took off that offer last week." She looks really uncomfortable.

I then look at Oikawa, HIS EYES GOT BIGGER!!

"But.. if you really want, I could arrange you some discount." She gave in.

"THANK YOU!!" he latches his hand onto hers and aggressively shakes it. He orders his food and I do mine.

This man is devious

The waitress hops off but before she does, she throws a nasty glare at me. I just give her a friendly wave and she gets even more furious. I catch a glimpse of her name tag, Lory, probably a foreigner.

"So, how was that?" he turns to me with a smug grin.

"Very impressive. Now wipe that grin off your face before she sees it."

He does.

"So, you said you play baseball, what position do you play in?"

HE'S TALKING TO ME FIRST!!

"Me, I play as a pitcher."

"That's very cool." He has no idea what I'm talking about. But he's optimistic, "What is your jersey number?"

Before I even open up my mouth to speak, Michiko's booming voice pierce through my ears. It's surprising that every woman in my life has a knack for abusing my eardrums.

"THIS IS THE MOMENT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!"

Now I'm scared if Oikawa can hear my ear talk. But where is she? I turn my head to see the table empty, where she was once seated. Bathroom, she must be in the bathroom. I hope she's in the bathroom, if not, she'll get yelled at by people.

The same soft hands that covered my eyes at the meeting place, are now gripping my fingers. They slowly move upward and grip my hands. I might've let out a yelp because he just jumped at something.

"You just left me on seen here." He says, voice stern but eyes soft.

"Yah, sorry, number 1. My jersey number is 1."

Can I make this more awkward?

Probably not.

"Woah, so you're the captain. How come I never heard about you?"

"Because I'm not." Or because I just joined last year. Or because we suck so hard, no one wants to talk about us. Or maybe because our seniors fucked up so bad, the school doesn't appreciate us. OR BECAUSE EVERYTHINGGG!!