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Y/N's POV
"Tooru!"
Everyone from the corridor stopped from whatever business they were in as they watched me run out of my classroom to catch up with the famous setter of Aoba Johsai with Iwaizumi walking on his left. It's lunch time and students are taking their leisure time to relieve stress from class hours.
"Let's have lunch together!"
"Oh, Y/N-chan!"
Iwaizumi raised his palm in the air as I gave him a high-five. Oh Tooru, I hope you're friendly as Iwa-chan.
Yup, the three of us are close with each other because we're childhood friends. It's just that Iwaizumi's house is three blocks away from mine. I walked beside my crush, anchoring my arms very tight so he won't have any chance to protest. Hmm, even his skin is so soft! What the hell is his soap?! His skin is better than mine!
Tooru looked at me disgustingly, as if he's looking at a rotten potato being tossed on the roadside. How rude.
"Hey, don't you look at me like that!"
"Let go of me," he commanded yet I ignored him. There's no way I'll let go of him, never!
I sang his favorite song while the three of us are walking to the canteen and I heard the setter kept grunting under his breath. If he can only cover his ears, he did it already. I mean, I can sing, but only enough to ruin your eardrums.
When we arrived at the canteen filled with students chit-chatting or eating their own lunches, Iwa-chan picked our table as I fished out my bento, setting it on the table when I saw Tooru eating a bread. A bread?! He's an athlete for Pete's sake! He needs nutrition or whatsoever you call that.
"A bread? For lunch?"
"Uh-uh. Any problem?"
My eyebrows furrowed as I pointed my chopsticks at him. "That's not a proper meal!"
"Uh, so?"
"So you have to eat a proper one. Oh my God, Tooru! Common sense!"
He clicked his tongue before rolling his eyes. "I don't have any lunch–"
"Iwa-chan, come with me!"
Iwaizumi looked at you, cheeks puffing because of too much food inside. Aw, so adorable. Believe me, if Iwaizumi's the one on Tooru's shoes, I bet he won't ignore me like what my crush is doing to me even though I confessed my feelings to him.
"Where?"
"Let's order something for Tooru!"
"Oh, yeah." He stood up from his seat, putting his chopsticks down. "Let's go!"
"Wait, you're going to buy me my lunch, Y/N?"
I looked at Tooru with an are-you-serious-look. "You have to pay me back, duh!"
"With?"
I brought my index finger on my chin, acting as if I'm thinking of something. Well, what should he pay me back? I really don't intend to make him pay for the lunch since the start but since he asked for it, I don't want his money. Probably an autograph? His number? No, I already got it last week. Hmm, a picture? Jeez, I have so many pictures of him to the point my storage is giving up.
Well, oh right! "An ice cream!"
"Ice cream? It's a deal then."
For the first time in a while, he smiled at me again, making my heart stop in the process. It's been so long since he smiled at me like that. The way that simple action showed genuineness is enough for my little beating organ to skip a beat. I missed it, I missed it badly.
Sometimes, I can't help but think, "Maybe I shouldn't have confessed my feelings to him if I know that things will end up like this." That in the end, Tooru will push me away but, it's better than nothing. I don't want to regret in the end, saying that, "I should've confessed to him!" or more like that. It's so infuriating, you know?!
I did a thumbs-up, smiling triumphantly. "Deal!"
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💌 : Remember the ice cream you bought me? I took a picture of it and I kept the wrapper after I washed it when I got home. You even smiled at me the moment you agreed to my request. Well, I don't see the point with me doing those stuffs too. I mean, you don't like me. That truth doesn't hurt me anymore but you might think I'm just tiring, stressing myself. (I said it as if you were concerned with me in the first place. *chuckles*)
Ah, stress? It's bad for me. But don't worry, I'm always fine.
