Nᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Mᴇ, Kᴏᴜʜᴀɪ! || I. Hᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ

Arcade.

"So my dad told me he was looking into families with good backgrounds and high-status and a daughter who could potentially become my future wife."

Iwaizumi pulled his bottle of juice from his lips. "You mean an arranged marriage?" he raised a brow.

"Mm."

"Without discussing it with you first? Are you cool with that?"

"It's not like I hate the idea." He smiled. "Besides, I've still got a couple of years left to clean up my act. It kinda leaves me excited to see who he'll pick."

"So, you're totally on board with the idea? What if you have nothing in common?" He tipped his head back for another mouthful.

"You can't even call something like that a problem. Given some time, a couple of months or so, I could learn to love her."

"I'm only asking because I know all too well how trashy your personality is, but what're you gonna do if she's not your type? Your dad might force you to marry somebody you find unattractive."

Oikawa came to a screeching halt and the smile he carried up until now fell right off his face. "I didn't think about that..."

Iwaziumi shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Of course you didn't. Girls like that are the furthest thing from your mind."

"Iwa-chan, what do I do?" He snatched the collar of his jacket and shook him. "I'm actually getting worried now." Iwaizumi came with his hand to pry him off. "What if he just picks a girl just because of her family's money?"

"Hell if I know!" One at a time he ripped Oikawa's hands away from him and screwed the cap to his juice back on. "Almost made me spill my drink, dumbass."

"Oh, wait." His fist struck the palm of his hand. "The answer's simple. If the girls he brings is super ugly, I'll have him call it off. Simple."

"Dude," His lips curled in a sneer. "You suck major balls. Could you sound anymore shitty? It's like you've barely changed from high school."

Oikawa scoffed. "I have too, changed."

"Just last week you walked up to a group of girls and took them all out for drink except one."

He broke out into a cold sweat. "You heard about that?"

"I saw you with my own two eyes!"

"I couldn't help it. That girl reminded me of that one pig-like chick from back in high school. Y'know the one in my class who I used to play with every now. What was her name?"

"Do you really even care?"

"Well, whatever. If someone like her was picked by my father to be my wife...I'd definitely have to call it quits. On the other hand, if they were as cute and as (Y/n)-chan, there'd be no arguments." His pocket sounded with a ping for him to take his phone out. "Huh...Maybe I should just ask (Y/n) to be my future wife when she turns you down." Now that was a thought.

"I'll kill you." Iwaizumi's voice deepened.

"You're not even dating her and you're so protective," Oikawa stuck out his tongue.

"I'm workin' on it."

The two childhood friends took their time coming down the side of the college campus and towards the building's main entrance, to make it for an afternoon class they shared.

"Speaking of which, that whole thing with her having a boyfriend, turns out he was really her brother. She even confirmed that she was single," he scratched his cheek as the blush colored them in. "So I'm in the clear to keep chasing after her."