𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟛𝟘: 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

sitting at your lone desk in biology, you sighed as you felt the wind blow from the window.

now that the whole week of the tokyo training camp was over, school (as always) resumed.

and sadly, you were found all alone in your class.

not my friends all having a spare class rn🧎🏻‍♀️

everything felt so normal after such a frantic week.

as you were thinking about it, you've come to the realization that some major shit happened in the course of one single week.

everything went down in less than seven days, huh?

you glanced at the clock positioned at the far end of them room. class wouldn't be over for another two hours—and you had to stay an extra two hours for volleyball before you could go home.

i jUsT wAnT tO wAtCh rUn bTsssssSsSSsS😐

sighing in annoyance, you directed your attention back to the front of the class, where the lesson inevitably continued.

✰

"hey y/n can you please shut your phone up?"

"why are you blaming me for my phone going off when i'm not even the one making it go off?"

"it's your fucking phone."

suna istg—

running over to the benches where your ringtone was going off, you saw 'toru oikawa' flashing at you.

doesn't he have practice rn????

grabbing your phone from the top of your bag, you made your way out of the gym.

"oi tsumu," you called over to him. "i'm going to the vending machines, bye."

it had been usual now for the vending machine to be your excuse to talk to your online friends.

as you answered the facetime, you were greeted with an unfamiliar face of a boy with spikey black hair.

not expecting this, you rechecked to make sure who the facetime was from.

it said toru oikawa all right.

"uh—" you were about to start, but commotions on the other end of the line interrupted you.

"hey! iwa-chan give it back!" you heard the unforgettable voice of oikawa. "who did you facetime?"

although oikawa was seemingly taller than the boy who held the phone—why does oikawa have to add 'chan' at the end of every name?—, the shorter boy seemed still more in control of the phone.

"shut the fuck up trashykawa," the black haired boy scoffed. "is this the girl you've been talking about?"

sir what😃

"stop no—" you heard oikawa pout. "give it back!"

but instead, the other boy now had his attention on you. "what's your name?"