𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘓 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝙄𝙏.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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tooru oikawa is a hard worker, he strives for his wins and works hard to correct his flaws. but when his hunger catches up to him- and stomach's growl whil...
𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘆🤮 ignoring ppl is so eighth grade just block me at this point🙄🙄🙄
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝘆/𝗻 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀be careful what u wish for bud
𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘆🤮 you wouldnt
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𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘆🤮 NO STOP IT IM JOKINGGG IM SORRY HOLD ON
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬,
they weighed down the sheets and the empty space beside her. she'd gotten home hours ago, and finally the weekend had started. this was usually the time where students would go home and plan a day out, but for her- it was time for her studies.
her pencils were sharpened, her notebook was opened. the lessons she learned earlier that day was plastered on the page and surrounded by little doodles. when her pencil threatened to connect with the paper, her phone lit up and displayed a contact image she never wanted to see ever again.
peter griffin in thigh highs and white shorts was on her screen, the contact name was big and fonted. bitch boy with a throwing up emoji, the picture was easily overlooked when she realized who was calling her.
she couldn't decline it...
interrupting the ring tone, she slid the button to the side and cleared her throat. " what do you want? "
" just making sure you didn't block me. " sighing with frustration, she hated the way her body grew hotter from his voice, she dropped her pencil on the paper and messaged her eyes.
" okay, well i didn't. bye. "
" wait wait! hold on. " she chewed on the end of her lip and smiled softly, she hoped he would've said those words.
" what do you want oikawa? " was she bipolar?
" when are you going to call me tooru? "
" like i said, when you earn it." taking a look at her cracked door, she lifted off of her bed with a groan and went to her door, closing the wooden frame with haste.
" you're so mean... " he grumbled, she tried to use her context clues to pick up on movements, like shuffles on sheets or even a pillow. she didn't know how he was laying in bed, actually she knew he wasn't laying down at all. he was walking, he seemed out of breath.
