A Different Kind of Beauty

Chapter 15

Once it was finally the weekend, I was glad that I was free to spend the time I had alone. After turning down any offers to hang out, I woke up earlier than I normally would on the weekend.

The house was silent, likely due to my parents taking the chance to sleep in. I let out a sigh in the still air, glad for the shot at relaxation.

I pulled out a book that I had been trying ti finish, and began to scan the pages. The words filled my mind, easily transforming into grand buildings and chaotic streets. Words twisted into different voices as two people ran into each other after turning a corner. The story unfolded in my mind.

"Sounds like Oikawa..." I muttered, smiling a bit as the leading man began to flirt with the woman at the table next to his. Suddenly, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship with the brunette.

Would he continue to talk and flirt with his many fans? Maybe he would be more devoted if he was in a relationship. I was sure that he would be the kind to go on dates all the time. Would he be a touchy dater, wanting to hold hands and kiss?

My eyes widened as I dropped the book. What in the world was I thinking?

I shook my head and put the book down. There were some things that I needed to address it seemed.

With a glass of coffee and a comfty blanket, I settled down at my desk and began to make a list. I wrote down the things that I needed to take a moment to address, spending plently of time to make sure that I had everything written down that should be there.

The one I needed to address first was none other than the brunette setter.

Despite spending a large amount of time with Oikawa and Iwaizumi, everything seemed to have raced by in an instant. I have spent more time with Oikawa, yet I know little about him.

In fact, our relationship itself seemed almost expected. Our friends hit it off, we were the same grade, and both involved in the volleyball team. Why wouldn't we spend time together? Even so, I couldn't help but feel like there was something that stopped the two of us from growing distant.

Perhaps it was that he was a type of friend that the I hadn't had before. Oikawa was a loudmouth that always seemed to make the day a bit more interesting, unlike Rinko who was okay with silence. Despite his protests and complaints, he wasn't that bad of a guy.

So why was he constantly on my mind?

Maybe it was because something seemed off about him lately? I had noticed a while ago that Oikawa was almost two faced- he had his popular, cheerful demeanor, but he could also be incredibly serious, sneaky, and cold. At times, it was clear that his actions weren't fully heartfelt.

According to Rinko, I was good at picking up on those kinds of things. But why did I feel concerned whenever I picked up on it? I couldn't think of a logical explination.

I leaned back in my chair and racked my brain for anything Rinko said that could help. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

"Opinions are clear by how something is described," I muttered. Rinko had said it a while ago, and up to know she hadn't been wrong yet.

I quickly pulled out a spare notebook I had and began to write down everything I could about Oikawa. At first it seemed difficult and rather odd to sit there and describe the boy, but as I continued to write, the words seemed to come much easier.

Oikawa is popular and very flirtatious, and has no qualms flirting and talking with groups of our female classmates. He can be very childlike, and dramatic. Even so, he is incredibly talented and hardworking. His abilties have been gained through hardwork, and he often works harder than I've ever seen someone do. He's got a special bond with his team, and knows each of them incredibly well. He has an uncanny ability to connect with people, and most everyone is drawn in. Understandably so, as despite his negatives, he is incredibly attentive to the people he cares for. His emotions are both guarded and out in the open, and few people can see that. Oddly enough, he let me inside of his little bubble, and is able to notice-

I cut myself off, the final phrase echoing in my head. My face seemed to burn as I stared down at what I had written. Relief washed over me as I noticed that my final thoughts hadn't been recorded on the page.

I burried my head in my hands, eyes wide.

With little hesitation, I jumped up and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing Rinka's number. It rang a few times before she answered, giving me enough time to compose myself.

"Anzu? I thought you said you were taking the day off?" Rinka questioned immediately after answering.

"I think I need your help."

"What? What's wrong?" she quickly responded. There was a shuffling on her end.

"I have come to believe that there is a chance that I have formed feelings greater than friendship or admiration for Oikawa," I blurted.

Rinka sighed. "Basically you're crushing, maybe in love, with Oikawa?"

"Isn't that what I said?" I asked, confusion leaking into my voice.

"Lord give me mercy..." she groaned.