MY MUSE, tooru oikawa

chapter five

(chapter v)

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Following Daichi's revelation about the sound not being solely associated with the sport but with the person responsible for it, Yuna was visibly more enthusiastic about going to school. This piqued her interest.

Usually, school days were rather mundane for Yuna. However, after learning that the sound was connected to a person's actions rather than just the sport itself, she found herself looking forward to going to school. This new piece of information had sparked a curiosity in her that made her more intrigued about the day's events.

Early in the morning, before classes had even started, Yuna made her way over to Class 4. Conveniently, it was situated just next door to her own class. This close proximity meant she didn't have to worry about being late.

One of the male students in the classroom noticed Yuna, and he approached her curiously. "Hey there, are you looking for someone?" he inquired politely.

Yuna's gaze swept across the room, searching for Tooru. Failing to find him, she let out a sigh and shook her head in response to the student's question. The male student scratched his head, puzzled by her response, but decided not to delve further and let her pass.

After scanning the halls in search of Tooru and not finding him, Yuna let out a defeated sigh. She then contemplated her last option—the gym. Though reluctantly, she ultimately decided to head there, recognizing that it was the closest place to where the second years were situated, even if it was still a bit of a distance.

Lost in her own thoughts, Yuna had entered a sort of self-absorbed state, shutting out the world around her. As a result, she accidentally walked straight into a solid chest. Startled, she froze for a moment before slowly raising her hand to touch the firm torso in front of her.

"Iwaizumi," Yuna stated matter-of-factly, withdrawing her hand from the male's chest. "I was right," she declared, raising her fist in triumph.

Tooru couldn't contain his amusement, bursting into laughter. "What the heck was that?" he managed to ask between chuckles. "Did you really identify Iwaizumi just by touching his chest? That's pretty ballsy, 'Suga-chan.'"

Tooru continued laughing, finding the situation amusing. "Seriously though, how did you know it was Iwaizumi just from feeling his chest? That's pretty damn impressive," he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

Tooru watched in surprise as Yuna swiftly grabbed his hand, taken off guard by her sudden action. Before he could react, she began to closely examine his palm, her eyes fixed intently on it. He stood there dumbfounded as she ran her finger gently across his skin. After a moment of bewildered silence, Yuna finally spoke up.

"Oikawa-san," she said, her voice filled with a seriousness that made him listen closely. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Uh..." Tooru coughed, a bit flustered, as he reclaimed his hand, causing Yuna to pout at the loss of contact. "Listen, Suga-chan," he began hesitantly, "I'm not sure if that request is entirely appropriate—"

Yuna cut him off, her request straightforward and direct. "I want to see you toss a ball. It's just to confirm something, you know. Of course, I'll respect the timing and not ask for it during your practice," she added.

"Toss..." Tooru blinked, then turned to Hajime who simply shrugged his shoulders, not offering any explanation.

Yuna repeated, "Yes, I want to observe your tosses."

Tooru nodded thoughtfully before crossing his arms, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his expression. "Alright then," he responded, "but what's in it for me, Suga-chan?"

"Huh... yes, that seems fair," Yuna replied, considering his response. "Is there anything you need from me?"

Tooru smirked mischievously when she let him choose, throwing out a daring request. "Maybe a date?"

Hajime let out a weary sigh and contemplated intervening, not thrilled with the idea of his childhood friend toying with Yuna. However, his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to let events unfold, interested to see how the icy "Princess" would handle the situation.

"No thanks, Oikawa-san," Yuna replied bluntly, her voice filled with honesty. "I find you neither attractive nor likable, and I would rather stare at a wall than engage in such a date."

With that, she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Tooru. "Ah, okay, fine," he relented, raising his hands in surrender. "Just get me a Yakisoba bread, and we have a deal."

Yuna raised her thumb and nodded with a composed facial expression as she confirmed the deal. Tooru stood there, a hint of disbelief on his face.

Tooru grumbled, placing a hand to his face. "Wait a minute...did I just get the bad end of the deal here?"

Hajime smirked, crossing his arms, and nodded approvingly. "Definitely. This is a first for you, Trashykawa."

"Damn it..." Tooru muttered under his breath, still not quite ready to accept his deal was a poor one.

Hajime chuckled, enjoying the rare sight of his childhood friend being rejected and at a loss for words.

"Looks like you underestimated her," Hajime teased, a smug grin on his face. "She's not just some softy you can play around with, you know?"

"Ahh, shut up, Iwa-chan..." Tooru whined, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. "My heart is broken enough. I'm going to need to find a sweet maiden to mend it."

Hajime rolled his eyes at Tooru's melodramatic behavior and retorted, "This is why you're always trash to me." With that, he turned and walked into class, leaving Tooru to sulk in his supposed heartbreak.

"Iwa-chan!" Tooru yelled out, wrapping his arms around his friend's back.

Hajime grumbled, trying to shake off Tooru. "Ugh, get off me, Trashykawa. You're heavier than you look," he complained, struggling to break free.

Tooru whined and clung tighter, refusing to let go. "Come on, Iwa-chan, be a little nicer to your heartbroken best friend," he pleaded, trying to play the sympathy card.

Hajime rolled his eyes and attempted to pry Tooru off his back. "Heartbroken, my ass. You'll get over it in no time. You're just being overdramatic because you got rejected for once in your life."