PIZZA BOY || iwaoi

five.

oikawa struggled to keep his face from falling as the spiky-haired male spun away, racing down the hallway. no reaction? damn, and i broke my glasses, he thought mournfully, gazing down at the shattered bits of glass and frame that were his glasses. rarely was anyone able to resist oikawa tooru's flirting. just how emotionless was iwaizumi?

ah, whatever. he❜d just have to make another pass at iwaizumi during class. he scooped up his books, kicked the glass shards over to the side, and headed down the hallway toward the classroom. a glimpse in the direction iwaizumi had run earned him a burning glare from tsukishima. what?

❝oikawa, you❜re late,❞ the teacher sighed. he smiled sheepishly, waving at the heads that spun his way as he tried to sneak in from the back door. ❝just don❜t have it happen again, okay?❞

❝o-kay!❞ he chirped, sitting down in one of the seats in the back. the seat next to him was empty. was someone else supposed to be here, and late? he briefly wondered if it was iwaizumi. no no no! oikawa, stop thinking about that stupid jerk! thats what he is, a stuuupid jerk! (in reality he was only upset that he was able to resist his flirting)

he blocked out the teacher❜s rambles. who was iwaizumi hajime? he realized he didn❜t know very much about his new target, even though they were the same age and school (not that he necessarily knew every person in the school that was his age). he was decent-looking, didn❜t seem to have a very outstanding personality (given, oikawa was social as heck), and was... on the volleyball team? maybe? he himself enjoyed volleyball as a pastime but hadn❜t bothered trying out when tryouts were called. he might have to ask kageyama about that, seeing his black-haired underclassman had jumped for the volleyball team the moment he❜d entered said school.

oikawa flipped his notebook to a fresh page. all the previous pages held most-likely incorrect math formulas he❜d copied down halfheartedly when the math teacher glared at him. where was his pen? he needed to do a little research on his new target, and his notebook was where he started.

- name ; iwaizumi hajime
- grade ; third-year / twelve
- gender ; male (hopefully)

- any attraction? ; - no... i think

he wrote, scribbling down thoughts as they entered his head. he could use white-out on the hideous red pen later. if anyone were to find or steal his notebook, they wouldn❜t be able to decipher it due to oikawa❜s naturally messy writing. except for teachers. teachers were the only people that could read oikawa❜s writing.

❝oikawa tooru! who are you texting?❞ the teacher yelled, startling him into dropping his notebook. he wasn❜t texting anyone - nobody interested him enough for him to give his number to - but, writing in a notebook on his lap made it look like so.

oikawa bit his lip, scrambling out of his chair to grab his notebook. ❝er, i fell asleep early last night and i have a math quiz today and i hoped i could get some studying in,❞ he lied smoothly. they did have a math quiz. he hadn❜t really studied, because of his job, and his awful notes.

❝okay,❞ she sighed, continuing her lesson. oikawa let out a sigh of relief and snapped the notebook shut.

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❝ai, oikawa,❞ kindaichi said, setting down his lunch on oikawa❜s table with a bang that dissipated into the loud buzz of the lunch room. ❝who were you texting in biology?❞