Choose Me [Oikawa X Reader]

05

"So..." The coach trails as he clasps his hands together, rubbing them readily, "Who would like to assist (y/n)?"

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"I would."

My eyes follow the place in which the resonating voice comes from.

Oh Kamisama.

I use every fiber in my body to hold myself back from rolling my eyes and from groaning at the thought of the two of us having anything to do with each other.

Just great. Maybe I should go on and pray to Yato. I'd give him 5 yen to make my wish come true.

UGHHH.

However, I feel that everyone else in this room has other thoughts about this, especially Mr. Arrogant over here. Tch. What a joke.

He smiles at me notoriously and I give him a smile of my own; well, at least one that's furthest from not looking like a pained expression.

My stomach churns as I think about how (bff/n) will feel about all this. She must feel terrible. I mean, her best friend is spending more time with the guy she likes than she is. The actual girl who likes him.

The team stares at the self absorbed ma- jerk with a tinge astonishment but mostly bewilderment.

As if he helping other people or at the very least, doing something for others is something worth being astonished and bewildered by.

Wow. That's actually kinda sad.

I want to say something to break this unesscessary silence; yet, I don't. I don't understand why that is though.

Perhaps it is due to the fact that his gaze is one that would come from someone who acts as if they were this and that.

It's almost pinning. But not quite.

I stand my guard. There was no way in this cruel and disastrous world would I ever loose to someone so cunning...

I could name a million things I hate about him.

One of those being the fact that he believes the world works like a volleyball court and that everyone's eyes are on him.

That everyone needs him.

Tch. What a joke.

Another reason, he treats everyone the same. There are no exceptions. He does not treat people like people. Much rather; he looks upon everyone as if they were an equation.

Our skills are the variable.

The only difference here is that in this math equation, he dosen't look for the value in them. He determines the value. He chooses what the value of our skills are and decides how to look upon them based on that.

I can see it in his eyes. The eyes that captivates almost every girl that he locks a gaze with.

To me however, they are anything but captivating. The doors to his so called soul are calculating and scheming.

I find it quite irritating as to why hasn't any one else noticed that yet.

This is a long shot, but maybe he casted a spell on everyone so they couldn't notice that part of him. But missed me because I'm practically invisible anyways.

Call me salty, bitter, or annoying. But, I am only telling the truth.

Our coach begins to praise him and everyone smiles at the fact that he had some sort of manners.

Okay. I exaggerated the last bit there.

I tune everyone out for a while. I stand there and nod my head a couple times hoping to ask my best friend - who is currently swooning over Mr. Notorious - if she could tell me what the coach said  later on in the day.

But luck is most definitely on my side today.

"Yes you may show her around the workplace/team meet up and discuss about future plans briefly." Coach permits.

Wait. What?

"Thanks coach!" That guy says 'gratefully.'

The coach nods, "Everyone else is dismissed. I'll see you all there," he exits and everyone begins to file out.

I take a single step to follow the crowd only to be pulled out by a firm hand.

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Its short I'm sorry.
I've been busy with school plus my music and arts so I will try to update here and there.
Thank you so much for 2k!💕