*Some parts of the story will not make sense*
Tooru Oikawa had always hated powerhouse Shiratorizawa because it big o_O. It was a place where he felt gay.
He was a flat ass, salty, MILK BREAD drinker with flat arms and a nonexistent ass. His friends saw him as a famous, funny flat board. Once, he had even brought old Daichi back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Tooru walked over to the window and reflected on his house surroundings. The snow flurried like an owl giving birth.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Wakatoshi Ushijima. Wakatoshi was a godly farmer boy with big arms and thicc thicc thighs.
Tooru gulped. He was not prepared for Wakatoshi.
As Tooru stepped outside and Wakatoshi came closer, he could see the thundering glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want you to come to shiratorizawa," Wakatoshi bellowed. He slammed his fist against Tooru's chest. "I fucking hate you, Tooru Oikawa."
Tooru looked back, still fingering the disgusting volleyball ball. (what??) "Wakatoshi, farmer boy," he replied.
They stared at each other intensely , like two colorful, cheerful cat vomitting (WHAT THE FUCK) at Daichi's funeral, which had earrape music playing in the background and two owl uncles pooping to the beat. (LMFAOO)
Suddenly, Wakatoshi lunged forward and tried to punch Tooru in the face. Quickly, Tooru grabbed the disgusting volleyball ball and brought it down on Wakatoshi's skull. (Damn Oikawa)
Wakatoshi's big arms trembled and his thicc thicc thighs wobbled. He looked like he was in pain, his body felt like he was hit by a bat from Sangwoo. (y e s)
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later wakatoshi Ushijima was dead. (WHAT EHGDIJDHDBD)
Tooru Oikawa went back inside and made himself a nice drink of MILK BREAD.
THE END *humble emoji SHDJCBDJ*
