Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

42) Lemon

You slide into the front seat of the red car, crossing your legs and interlocking your hands.

Tooru puts his hand around the back of your seat and backs up, your eyes remain forward but your anxiety is at its highest.

"No Azami today?" You ask as he drives past her block, he slows the car down for a second as if suddenly remembering something before shaking his head. "No, she's fine." He accelerates again.

The ride is agonizingly slow, and silent. So silent. 

Your foot taps anxiously as you look out the window, Tooru's grip on the steering wheel tightens as he looks at you.

The tie of your uniform isn't tied correctly, the red material hanging loosely around your neck. Your collar bone peaks out of the sweater, revealing the small scar that he never asked where you got it from.

He exhales as he pulls into the parking lot, parking and immediately getting out. You grab the door handle, taking your time getting out of the car, waiting for him to get as far as possible.

Mira comes up beside the window and knocks on it, scaring the shit out of you.

You open the door to her giggles, "Gotcha."

With an annoyed shove you and her start waking toward the school, "How was your not-date with Hajime?" She asks, smirking.

You quirk an eyebrow, assuming Teruhashi told her.

"Why? Jealous?"

She laughs, hitting you with her bag lightly, "Shut up—oh my god did i ever tell you that I made a move on the blonde guy from Karasuno?"

You shake your head, interested, "What—no?"

She grins, covering her mouth, "Hardcore rejected—I refuse to believe he likes women."

You snort at the unexpected sentence, "And why is that?"

"Well one, cuz he didn't like me duh. And two cuz him and that friend of his are so gay for each other." You laugh and shake your head, "The green haired one? I can see it."

"See? You get it, Taka said that every man that's not in love with me isn't gay but she's just a hater."

You wrap an arm around her shoulder, syncing your steps with hers.

"He's gotta be gay."

"Exactly!"
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7th period you stroll into bio, but the teacher tells you to go the separate lab room immediately.

You walk down alone, pushing open the door to see everyone there already.

You smile with no teeth at the group awkwardly, Iwaizumi chuckles as you place your bag down and grab a paper.

"Someone's late, you get lost?" He asks, you roll your eyes. "No. I was talking to my social studies teacher in the hallways."

Tooru looks up at you and Iwa while you talk, "I got a 97 on my midterm." You side glance at the setter, who's now focused intently on his lab paper.

"That's great, but I would've guessed that you got a high grade." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes as you gaze over.

He was wearing his glasses now.

He wasn't wearing them this morning, maybe his contacts were bothering him.

You purse your lips, you had contact solution in your bag (Because Mira wears contacts and she forgets to bring solution and there's always something wrong with her contacts, so you bought a bottle to keep in your bag and she uses it often), but he probably already discarded them.