Savage (An Oikawa Story)

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Edited version published May 29th, 2020.
Fun fact: my trigger is when people comment like 10 times and don't vote LMAO

Your POV

"Aight kids!" Mr. Uchicha says, trying to be cool but failing miserably. "Your project is 'All About Me'. Exciting, right?" The class groans in response. "Tough crowd, eh? Well bros, it's spicier than it looks!"

"Mr. Uchicha, have you been studying urbandictionary.com or something?" A random student asks, obviously unimpressed.

"Um- no!" Mr. Uchicha replies hastily. "Erm, anyways- this may seem easy and boring, but here's the catch: you will have to meet with your partner in person for this assignment!" He declares triumphantly.

"Um... what's so great about that?" Makki inquires. "Not that I'm complaining..." He winks at Matsukawa, and the two meme lords lock eyes before quickly looking away.

"It's not gay if you say no homo." Oikawa whispers over his shoulder.

"It'll help you form more intimate connections!" Mr. Uchicha insists, waving his hands around as if it'll help prove his point. "During your time together, each pair will write down what the other is like, what their interests are, and other facts. All this information will be presented on a single poster board. This is an easy assignment, but make sure the board is easy to read and looks nice! Try to actually get to know your partner." Mr. Uchicha instructs.

He claps his hands. "You can use the remaining class time to start."

"Lucky! Savage-chan gets to spend time with Oikawa!!!" Multiple girls squeal. Wow, lucky me. Oikawa doesn't seem very pleased either, and folds his arms over his chest in defiance.

"Come on, I'm pretty sure I can guess what a nerd's life is like." He mutters, ruffling his hair. I can tell he's only half joking. You tryna be savage, Oikawa? I think to myself, ignoring how cringey I sound. Thank god no one here's a mind reader.

(cue the author peeking over the fourth wall)

"An arrogant jock. Hmm... pretty sure I can predict what that's like. Except Oikawa's kinda unique-" Oikawa smiles at me, taken aback by my compliment. "- cause of his remarkably flat ass." I finish. He flushes bright red, sputtering gibberish.

"Listen SAVAGE-"

"It's Y/N."

"WHATEVER. Let's just start the project already. I want to get a good grade, too." He huffs.

What a baby.

"Yeah, uh-huh. Let's make a list of what facts we want to write down first."

Since neither of us feel like talking- what would we talk about, anyways?- we compile a sizeable list in record time.

Name: Oikawa Tooru - Y/N

Family: Older brother, sister in law, Mom, Dad, nephew - Mom, dad.

Birthday: July 20 - Y/B

Activities: Volleyball - Art

Favorite color: Blue - F/C.

Favorite food: Milk bread - F/F.

Favorite music artist: Twice - BTS. (Sorry, no choosing lol)

"Wait- you like Twice?" I ask in disbelief. Oikawa Tooru, a koreaboo? After thinking it over for a moment, I decide I'm not that surprised, but still- Twice. Maybe we have something in common after all.

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK MY DOOR!" He sings.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad! You were in the right key and everything."

"Y/N!" He protests. "I can't tell if that was a compliment or an insult."

"Take it or leave it, flat ass." Is what I WANT to say, but I hold my tongue. Instead I say, "So you're kpop trash too?"

"Duh. And you're an ARMY, huh? Extra-"

"PLUS ORDINARY!" I finish, using my best RM impression. We laugh, and then an awkward pause settles over us.

"Uh- let's continue the list." I say, embarrassed. Did I really just quote BTS in public?

Favorite animal: Wolf - F/A.

Motto: If you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks - Would you look at me the same if you saw all my scars, if you saw all my pain?

Oikawa stares at me. "Um, Y/N? Are you okay-"

"Wow, wouldja look at that! I think we're done with the questions! Let's decorate the poster now!" I exclaim, hoping he'll drop the topic. Unfortunately, Oikawa isn't as stupid as he looks. He raises a hand as if to stay 'hold up' and opens his mouth to continue.

"Dont you DARE walk away from this-" But before he can pepper me with questions, the school bell rings to signal the end of the period.

Saved by the bell, I spring up from my seat and sprint towards the door. "Uh, I'll meet you after school at the front gate to work on the poster. Later!"

Oikawa's POV

Y/N bolts out the door, leaving me baffled, confused, and concerned. "What the hell was that? Either she's going through a late emo phase, or she's going through something." I whisper quietly.

Despite my happy go lucky nature, I'm not unfamiliar with heavy topics such as mental illness. I worked hard to make my talent bloom, but not without enduring the necessary struggles that came with it. Deep in thought, I stoop over to grab my belongings and accidentally graze my arm on the corner of my desk.

"Ow!" I yelp, holding my arm and wincing in pain.