Getting to know You (Oikawa Tooru )

30.

My phone buzzed and I looked down.

7:42 am

Oikawa:
Did everything turn out okay? (◕‿◕)

Miyumi:
Not yet, Sensei has to get me a new uniform so I'm stuck here until she does

Oikawa:
A new uniform? ( ಠ ಠ )

Miyumi:
*attatchment sent*

Oikawa:
Who did this?! (T⌓T)

Miyumi:
If I knew who did this don't you think I would have done something by now?

Oikawa:
Sorry sorry ⎛◕̯◕⎞

Miyumi:
No I'm sorry I'm just stressed out

Miyumi:
Now stop texting in class and pay attention!!

Oikawa:
But Miyumi-Chan!!!! (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Miyumi:
Class

A knock sounded in the door and I looked up. "Yes?"

"It's me." I let out a sigh of relief.

Miyumi:
Talk to you later

Oikawa:
Bye Miyumi-Chan!!! (＾◡＾)づ

I stood up and opened the door. I grabbed the uniform from her and gave a slight bow with a small thank you before I closed the door.

I changed quickly and ran from the dressing room, grabbing my things as quickly as I good and locking my gym locker before running to class. I reached the room out of breath and opened the door at the back of the room near my seat.

The Sensei looked at me disapprovingly but said nothing as I closed the door and sat down. Hopefully it was understood what had taken place this morning.

I let out a sigh as I let myself relax into my seat. When I went to reach for my notebook in my bag I spotted a piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of me and I removed in from my bag and saw the magazine cut letters.

I let out a silent agitated sigh. 'Are you kidding me? We're doing this now?'

I know you're a snake. Traitor. I know the truth of you turning against and soon everyone else will too.

'Good for you. I'll be gone soon enough anyways.'

I signed. 'It's probably one of Oikawa's stupid fan girls.' I stopped and looked towards my bag where my phone was tucked away. 'Oikawa.' I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, dreading myself. 'It'll all work out, don't worry. He won't have any idea that I'm switching schools. He's oblivious.'

I swiftly ripped up the note and threw the pieces away on the trash nearby and looked back to the front of the room to continue listening to the lesson.

~*~

The gym was quiet. Everything was except for the pounding of my heart in my ears, my labored breathing along with the sound of clanking metal. I barely heard the music blasting over the speakers in the gym as I threw the metal bar with fifty five pounds on each side back onto the hooks.

My muscles were screaming for me to stop, but I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let me.

I returned the weights to their places and climbed up the structure and began doing pull ups. I could feel my arms almost giving out from beneath me but I couldn't stop. I just couldn't.