Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

48) Avoid

"You can't avoid him forever Y/N."

Monday has come, the day you've been dreading.  The day you pretended  to be too sick to go, but Takara tugged on your ear and told you to woman up.

"I plan on avoiding it for just today, turn left with me." You tug Teruhashi with you, "Our class is the other way!"  She cries, "We're going to be late!"

You'd been taking different routes all day to avoid him, because you knew he'd be looking for you, searching for you.

Or he changed his mind, and decided he didn't like you after all.

You let out a small sigh, a frown etched onto your face.

For some reason, that hurt more than the prospect of embarrassment if you ran into him.

—-

Did she even come to school today?

He scowls as he walks through the halls, all avoiding his path.  They assumed he was upset about the Azami breakup, which he was guilty about, but he was more upset, and hurt.  He was so hurt that you ran away at the mere mention of the word love.

And he loved you, he did.

He knew it from when he first laid eyes upon you, you were his sunflower in a field of roses.

His glare deepens, Stop being so fucking corny.

He scolds himself. He knows you don't love him, but you had kissed him back, the same amount of hunger coursing through you.  He felt how fast your heart was beating, not nearly as fast as his, but still quite fast.

"Hey 'Kawa ," Matsunn and Makki slide in on either side of him, greeting him in harmony.

"Hi." Eyeing them suspiciously, he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Someone seems a little down."

"Rough morning?"

"Rough weekend?"

Oikawa shoots them a glare, his mouth settling into an agitated pout.

"She can't avoid you forever, don't worry." Matsunn slaps his back in comfort, causing Oikawa to straighten and rub his back in pain.

"Who told you two?"

The two shrug, Matsunn responding, "Mira. Duh."

"Way to steal my date man, and kissing her that many times? Damn." Makki shakes his head. Tooru's face flushes, "Get the fuck out of here."

The redhead laughs, "She'll come around. Don't you have a class with her?" He nods, "Yeah but that doesn't mean anything. I can't talk to her during class."

"Why not?"

"Because Sensei will yell at me—actually. You're right." The epiphany that his teacher loves him, to the point where he finds it a little creepy, soothes his thoughts a little.

He'd get to talk to you in class, or at least at you if you chose not to respond.

His heart ached, if you chose to never speak to him again, he would understand.

But it didn't make the possibility less daunting, less horrifying for the 17 year old.

However, he lifts his head up high, instilling his forever code of "Fake it 'till you make it." His mouth quirks up at the thought of seeing you during Biology, he recalls your lips on his three days ago. You had kissed him back.