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written in your pov.
the final whistle blowing meaning practice was over caught my attention as i silently closed my journal of thoughts. during the last hour of practice i decided to take some time to journal my feelings for the day. it's something i do to cope.
"hey! we don't need to be in dress code at this point right?" i asked kirimi as she nodded her head no.
i let out a huff of relief as i stood up to take off my sweater, without realizing the audience that came with it. i carefully lifted up my sweater as i shook my head back and forth to fluff up my hair.
a small smirk stood on my face, loving the attention i was getting. i knew i was hot. it wasn't something i had to think about.
"OIKAWA! get your damn bag from the locker room." the same annoyed voice said from a far. i turned to make eye contact with oikawa as he just stared me up and down. his face grinning as he winked at me before walking away.
"y/n-kun! we can make our way to their locker room since they aren't going to be changing, how about we go meet the boys? theyre fine with us anyways." kirimi said as i nodded my head.
i began to pick up my bag as i held my binder in my left hand, gripping my pencil pouch hoping it wouldn't fall out.
the closer we got to the locker room the louder it began to get, multiple conversations were happening there but one very distinct conversation i heard was about me. before walking in, me and the girls were obviously nosy enough to try to listen to what they had to say.
"dude you see her? she's breathe-taking." not being able to pick up who's voice it was we all immediately opened the gym doors as the attention was caught on us.
while walking in someone ran into me causing my binders and papers to fall, looking up to see their #16. "mad-dog." i said to myself as i bent down to pick up all my papers. mad dog rudely walked away as oikawa came over to help.
"oh come on mad dog! you aren't going to help out this fine lady here? learn some respect! and eyes off of the girls you guys are staring at them like dogs." he yelled out as everyone assumed regular position.
"i've been waiting to meet you." oikawa said softly handing me the last paper that was out of my binder, the way he just stared at me aggressively put unholy thoughts into my mind. his hazel brown eyes stared into mine persistently as i couldn't help but get flustered.
"with the way you were staring at me earlier i could tell, you should've just took a picture huh?" i said black flirtatiously, everyone waving at oikawa as they motioned that they were going to wait for us.
i turned to wave goodbye to the boys, leaving just him and me.
"i've heard a lot about you, apparently you're just the perfect match for me." he said cocky as a laugh was heard from me, his face hit with instant confusion as i couldn't help but blush.
"aw really? who said that?" i scoffed playfully until oikawa placed a finger on my hand lifting my face up to look straight into his hazel brown eyes.
leaning me against the wall as he laughed playfully. "so you're hard to get? that's fine because i'll just try harder right baby?" he said flirtatiously, my face began to get red as he smiled at his affect.
his touch sent a burning sensation throughout my body as butterflies began to fly around in my tummy, i've only met him today. this is crazy.
the door swung open in the gym as iwa stopped in his tracks as he stared straight at me and oikawa, "is he bothering you?" he asked as oikawa looked back at me. "go ahead and tell him."
i turned to iwa and nodded my head no as i pushed oikawa off of me softly, iwa left the room as oikawa looked back at me with a wide smile. i smiled at the one pencil that fell out of his bag on the ground. this is the perfect opportunity.
i bent down seductively infront of oikawa but far enough where i wouldn't touch him as i picked up his pencil and looked back up at him. "you dropped this by the way." his face turned red flustered at the sight he saw.
