MY PERVERT | T.Oikawa

15•Under The Gingko Tree

To process, analyse, and devise a plan, the brain needs ample rest, but you were deep-frying your brain by drowning in anxiety and doubt.

Two to three classes went by to your dismay; you couldn't give full concentration because now your attention span has turned like a goldfish.

The tapping of your foot and cold sweats breaking out from your face made Oikawa a bit concerned about you. Although he didn't approach you or make you uncomfortable in any way after the first class of Iori sensei,

Y/N finally came up with a plan. You had to make peace with whatever happened instead of dwelling in the past or future. What you can do is act in the present, and your choice of weapon is communication.

"Psst, hey you!" You directed this to Oikawa.

Oikawa looked at you and said, "Uh, me?" He looked so confused for a while that he couldn't believe the girl next to him was talking to him, or was he being delusional?

"Yes, you...I want to say something..umm more, it's like a request," you confided.

"Uh, okay, but I have a name, you know?" Oikawa emphasised.

Y/N took on the situation. She can't act like a brat in this moment. Being polite in such decisive times is the best.

Y/N shifted her whole personality like a switch and brought in her most polite voice.

"Oikawa San, if you're free during lunch break, I'd like to discuss something with you. Could you show up behind the gingko tree?"

Oikawa couldn't believe what he just witnessed. The way this girl just switched up her personality, both internally and externally, was unfathomable.

Deer-like innocent eyes with a polite voice were addressed in a very formal speech. The manner of her body looked so adorable, almost pitiable, that no-one wouldn't even dare scorn this girl.

Oikawa had to take some time to process this switch of yours.

Meanwhile, Y/N was wondering why Oikawa was looking at her in a weird way. She is very unaware of how her presence can affect some people.

Oikawa coughed. "I'll think about it," he replied nonchalantly without looking at you.

"Thank you, Oikawa san; that means a lot to me." You gave a fake smile at him even though he wasn't looking at you.

Y/N was a bit disappointed; Oikawa's answer was very vague. You don't know if he'll come to that place or not. It's just that you have to give it a shot.

Oikawa leaned back to his chair and pushed the chair to lean in mid-air. He glanced at your back, following your skirt to the exposed skin of your thighs, which is half covered by the stockings.

At first glance, nobody could tell if you had bruises on your thighs, but Oikawa could see the traces of foundation.

He smirked and closed his eyes, taking him back to that night when he witnessed you in your skimpy, half-naked dress. Dear Lord, you looked sexy, and you were devouring a man who thought he was devouring you.

After that man took you into his room, the blonde girl he was with insisted on taking things to her green room.

Oikawa agreed and was about to move into the room with his sports jacket; however, your image came to his mind. While he was observing you, he figured out you didn't have a jacket since your purse was with you and you had no belongings.

"Will she be dropped off by that man, or will she walk out of this place dressed like that?" Oikawa contemplated. Oikawa has a sharp instinct that he polished while playing volleyball; however, he applies his instinct in real life as well.