How you get the girl- T. Oikawa

5-fan girl

It was Sunday and you were sifting through your closet trying to find the perfect outfit.

You can't wear sweats, too casual for going out for anything other than short walks or grocery runs.

You'd look cute in a skirt, but it seemed like too much for watching a sports game, especially when arenas were usually never the right temperature, either too hot or too cold.

Jeans it was. But did you want to be casual? Could you just put on a hoodie? Would that be too relaxed? You wanted to look nice.

You decided on a light green sweater. It was knit so it didn't look like active wear or something you'd wear to bed.

Since the outfit was still relatively relaxed and comfortable, you pulled your hair into a ponytail braid and slicked it back with gel. Once your hair was out of your face you put on a nice pair of earrings just to make it seem like you put effort into your appearance, just not too much.

God. And it wasn't even a date.

You had probably repeated these words to yourself at least ten times in the past hour.

All you were doing was learning about volleyball.

You put on some lipgloss and say by the door waiting for him to call. You gave Ushijima your phone number so he could actually text you and your address so he could pick you up.

About five minutes later you received a call from him. "Hello?" You picked up the phone.

"I'm in the white car outside of your apartment," he answered.

"Okay," you responded happily. You swiftly made your way out of the apartment, quickly locking the door and jumping as you fumbled to properly put on your shoes.

You walked down a flight of stairs and made your way to the white car with a tall brunette inside. Before you too close to the vehicle, he foot out of the drivers side and opened your door for you.

Butter. Mother.  Fucking. Flys.

"Thank you," you muttered with a smile.

He closed the door for you as well and got back in behind the steering wheel.

"So how far is the arena?" You asked.

"A little less than twenty minutes."

You nodded. For most of the drive you sat in silence. While you were thinking of something, anything, to break the silence, Ushijima seemed perfectly content with not talking. He seemed to like you. In a romantic way? Who knows. But no one would invite and driver someone they didn't like to a game when they had a whole group of friends who were probably more interested in the sport than you.

Instead of searching for something to say you just say and watched him drive. He was a good driver, not nad by any means but not a show off with speeding or anything, most of his movements were relatively nonchalant. You noticed how he gripped the steering wheel firmly, but not enough to show he was stressed.

You must be ovulating.

There's no way you'd find a man doing the simple act of driving this attractive otherwise.

After about 18 minutes you both arrived. You walked through about ten minutes before the game was about to start.

Even though oikawa had asked, you never checked the seats you had, but oh my good they were good. They were only a few rows away from the court, granted it was a small stadium, but you still couldn't see up into the last rows higher up.

You took some photos of the court as the players were warming up and asked Ushijima if he wanted to take a few photos with you.

You were looking through a few of them, one Ushijima had a slight smile on his face and his eyes were just angled a bit more towards you than the camera.