hope - oikawa x reader

milkbread

Oikawa's POV

Timid-chan.

When I first saw her I could tell she was timid. Just by looking at her, I can tell she likes to keep to herself.

It's funny, cause I actually don't know her real name. But Timid-chan will do.

"All right, where should we go?" I ask her.

She seems to be in this shell, always keeping to herself. Even introverts need to step out of their comfort zone once in a while. If she constantly has this shy, social anxiety behaviour, it'll slowly eat her up.

"Um..." She's avoiding eye-contact again.

"I..." she continues, "I don't know..."

She's avoiding making the decision herself because she thinks I might disagree with her and she doesn't want me to...

Mmm...

"Have you ever tried milkbread?" I ask.

"Milkbread?" She looks up at me, "I... I've heard of it. But I don't think they sell them here."

what?

"They don't sell milkbread?!" I panic.

"Sorry! We can check some shops?" She suggests. Suddenly, her facial expression changes and she stares at the ground, "That's if you want to... I'm not forcing you or anything."

"That's fine." I pat her shoulder, "So where should we look first?"

"I don't know any Japanese shops around here," Timid-chan scratches her head, thinking. After a while, she snaps her fingers once she's got an idea, "I'll check it up!"

I watch Timid-chan as she eagerly taps away on her phone. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but I may have pushed her, just a little bit, out of her shell. She seems more comfortable around me than before.

"Yeah. There's one shop but it's a few miles away. If we go, I don't think we'll make it in time for periods 7 and 8," she sighs, "Sorry."

I assure her, "No, it's fine! We can go to McDonald's instead?"

"Cool," she smiles, "that'd be nice."

I reach my hand for her to hold, "Shall we?"

I see the fear in Timid-chan eyes, staring at my hand like it's contaminated or something. She anxiously glances at me but quickly looks away, peering at the concrete floor instead.

She slowly reaches her hand to mine, slightly brushing against it. Our fingers almost intertwine. I look up at Timid-chan, she's not comfortable anymore. She's scared.

I immediately put my hand in my pockets, "Sorry, that was stupid of me."

She says nothing and continues to walk.

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Y/N POV

what the actual—

Did he just try to hold my hand?

I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. It's probably normal for people to hold each other's hand's in Japan. Like, a friendly thing.

But still.

For a split second while I was talking to him... I felt comfortable. I wasn't awkward, I wasn't over-thinking things, I wasn't scared.

I was comfortable. Around a human being, other than a family member.

Wow.

That'll probably never happen again. Although, I wish it did.

I don't want to ruin the 'friendship' we already have so I keep quiet, making my way to McDonald's while constantly thinking back to what happened a few minutes ago.

"Wow..." I say under my breath.

"Mm?" Oikawa says.

For a split-second, I forgot he was walking with me.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"Do you guys do volleyball here?" Oikawa says.

"No, not really. There's probably a volleyball club but not in my school. We do Netball instead. Why?" I say while crossing the street.

"That's a shame. In Japan, I'm the boy's Volleyball captain for my school. I love volleyball." He says.

"Wait, what?" I come to a halt, "Captain?!"

"Yeah," he laughs, "You sound so surprised."

"Yeah! I am! Are you super good?" I ask in awe.

I'm not the best at sports. I kinda suck. I wish I was good at sports or there was a sport I was super good at. So when I hear about Oikawa being the captain of his volleyball team in Japan, it interests me.

"Well, I did win an award for being the best setter in my prefecture back in middle school so I guess you could say I'm good," he says passively.

"WHAT?!" I shouted, staring at him, "That's amazing!"

He glances at me with a surprised expression then starts looking flustered, "Th-thank you. I work hard."

"I can imagine, you must be so good. Incredible! Please teach me how to play volleyball!" I blurt out.

Embarrassingly, I cover my mouth and face. I'm blushing. I just asked him to teach me how to play volleyball.

"Sure." Oikawa replies, "There must be a volleyball gym which offers open-session practices. We could meet up tomorrow after school there?"

"Sure." I nod, "sure."

holy sh-

What just happened?

How?

How did I-?

Did I just end up asking a guy to teach me Volleyball and he actually agreed and now we're going to hang out tomorrow?

Just like that?

It's that easy?

Why has it always been so hard for me to make friends, hang out and socialise yet with this guy... It all goes so smoothly?

Is it that I'm changing or he's different?

........that feeling.

I'm feeling it again.

I'm happy for once.

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this was a short chapter. Sorry! I'll make sure the next one is longer.

thanks for reading :)