Set Point.

2/15

Rage.

Nothing could explain the pure anger that now bubbled within your veins, building up like a hurricane inside a volcano waiting to explode. "OIKAWA TOORU!" you screamed, and the hallways parted like the red sea, allowing you, the rampaging, hormonal teenager, to search the narrow walkways for your victim.

Unfortunately, your victim did not seem to comprehend the value of his life, and allowed himself to be found, even announcing his presence into the deep, aqua-colored sea of students. "{y/n}-chan!" he chanted, grinning as you furiously approached his locker. "Did you miss me so much, {y/n}-chan?"

He did not expect the punch.

The two of you were currently sitting in the same room, chairs pressed against each other, barely exchanging a word. Oikawa was staring at the ceiling, stealing small, unsubtle glances at you as he waited for a word to float out of your mouth. Before long, he was staring at your mouth, thoughts of kissing you flooding his mind.

Gosh, it took all the self-control he had in him not to kiss you right then and there.

The counselor finally coughed. "{l/n}-san, Oikawa-san," she called, glancing between the two of you in earnest evaluation. "I understand that when relationships are new, there tends to be some form of sexual tension-"

"He and I are definitely not dating!" you interrupted, pointing at Oikawa with utter disgust. "It's not my fault I'm on my freaking period, and this guy just so happens to steal my lucky pen right before a very important test!"

"I didn't know it was your lucky pen!" Oikawa whined, pouting ever so slightly. He ran a hand through his chocolate hair, slouching in his seat in hopes he would earn the tiniest bit of pity from you.

No such luck. You merely scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest as you stubbornly looked away. "Liar. You know it's my lucky pen. I told you that during our second year in junior high."

Oikawa opened his mouth, then closed it again. The counselor, taking this as a cue, continued, "Sexual tension or not, there is obviously some form of conflict between the two of you. {l/n}-san, this is not about you being on your period. Students have complained that this mild shouting has become a daily event. I suggest you think about the anger management sessions our school's counseling office has to offer-"

Sudden realization slapped you in the face. "YOU KNEW I WAS ON MY PERIOD?!"

Oikawa gave you a sheepish grin.

The afternoon wasn't much quieter. Not that anyone expected anything more.