𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟜𝟛: 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤

"i like you."

your mind went blank.

like completely blank.

your smile fell of your face, mouth opening in pure shock as you stared at the boy in front of you.

those were the last three words you ever expected to come out of you new friend's mouth.

did he just say—

oikawa didn't seem to notice your internal shut down.

i heard that wrong right??? because there's no way—

you didn't know what to say. confusion flowed through you as you realized that there was no way oikawa actually liked you.

right????

"i'm—wait what?" you stammered in confusion.

"i like you y/n."

you continued to stare at him in shock. your gut dropped as you realized that there was no way you could...

how were you going to tell him you saw him as a friend—as a new best friend?

you couldn't even do anything as oikawa wrapped his arms around you.

it was like your body had completely shut down midst the entire conversation. you subconsciously dropped the albums and flowers that were in your hand as panic flowed through you.

you were not mentally prepared to get confessed by YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND today.

you opened your mouth for a response, but before you could say anything, you jumped in surprise as you heard confetti and cheers go off all around you.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" you heard atsumu yell, although you couldn't see where his voice was coming from through the chaos.

as you directed your attention back to oikawa, you saw that he was getting closer.

yet you couldn't even move.

every part of your body screamed at you to move out of his embrace—to explain to him...

but you were rooted to the spot.

all you could do was watch in horror as you face became inches away from oikawa's.

when a sudden movement yanked your wrist and dragged you away from the chocolate haired boy's face. 

you couldn't help but sigh a relief as you realized that you were no longer in oikawa's circle of arms.

you were about to say something to the confused oikawa in front of you, but the grip on your wrist was as tight as a chain, almost stopping your circulation.

what the fuck?

you felt your wrist crack as someone yanked you even further away from the chocolate haired boy.

you winced as pain surged through your hand but before you could react, you were almost thrown into the chest of a new individual.