✔️ 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮 101 | 𝙩. 𝙤𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

" bullshit! " y/n pointed her chopsticks at the boy, rolling her eyes at his statement. "i'm telling you! they're just little grey men with big black eyes!" he fired back, picking up some rice with his own chopsticks. "no fucking way, dumbass. i think they're way bigger. and probably have cranial genitalia, actually." he scrunched up his nose at this. "ew, you mean to tell me their dick is in their head?" her eyes widened in a condescending manner, "yes! it would make so much more sense!"

"you two.. are so dumb." it was iwaizumi, back from the counter. he sat down next to oikawa with his rice bowl. the girl had run into the two boys while she was getting food, and oikawa insisted she stayed. "he is! he thinks aliens are little grey guys."

oikawa shot her a small glare, "do not fuck with the greys y/n, they will rock your shit in a flying saucer." she returned his glare, "and ill rock your shit in a restaurant."

iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed with the two's bickering. "just... shut up. both of you. before i rock both of your shit." y/n chuckled a little, "kinky," she remarked, which made oikawa laugh. "shut up shittykawa." he spoke, elbowing his side. "ow! iwa! i didn't even say anything!" he frowned. "you don't have to, your presence is infuriating enough." she joked, earning an eye roll from oikawa.

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she stared down at the floor of the train car, she couldn't look at the boy next to her. not with what happened the previous night.

her hands felt uncharacteristically warm. she didn't pay much attention to it though, as her fingers twitched against the fabric they clutched. she almost fell back asleep, almost. that was until she felt her pillow shift slightly. pillows don't move, she thought. and then the light that shone through her eyelids registered in her brain. she wasn't in her house?

she cracked one eye open. a hand, a book, a train. her eye followed that hand as it flipped the page, the shift. she found her own hands, that were wrapped around blue colored fabric. was that... expensive cologne?

then it registered.

she jolted up. nearly falling over in the process. it seemed to have startled oikawa too, because he looked at her with wide eyes. her face felt hot as she stared back, "i'm sorry!" she clapped a hand over her mouth, something she hated, but felt was justified in a moment like this. he let out a small snort, turning back to his book. "calm down y/n-chan. it's not a big deal. god, who knew you were such a spaz?" she glared at him, kicking his shin.

"aw, you're so angry!" he cooed, not looking up from whatever book he was reading. "fuck you and your shitty knee, smug bitch." she kept her voice down, but the faux hostility was there. he huffed at this, "ouch."

she exhaled through her nose, resting her chin in her palm. "what're you thinking of now, y/n-chan?" he spoke, in a bored tone. "none of your business." she huffed, crossing her arms and sitting back. "you're pouting about something, though." he looked over at her this time, tilting his head. "no i'm not. you're one to talk, you throw a fit about everything." she fired back.

"you're not wrong." something was off with him. usually he'd bicker back, it was her turn to ask, "what're you thinking about?" he shrugged a little. "do you know what day it is?" his question was rhetorical. "it's day seven." she looked confused for a moment, but realization sunk in.

"yeah, and?" she asked, nonchalantly. "i can't imagine how miserable your life will be without me." a small smile on his face, and his cocky tone, caused a smile of her own to brighten her face. "hm, i don't know. maybe i could tolerate you a bit longer." she looked forward, but she could see his head turn to look at her. "oh, yeah?" his small smile grew, as she turned to look at him. "yeah."

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PLSS IM CRINGING IM SORRY FOR THIS—