Prologue

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› the boy & notes

Oikawa is sitting on the third seat in the second row in biology, behind the dark haired boy.

Oikawa always sat there. Well, so did the boy but that's beside the point.

Oikawa pushes his glasses up as he scribbles some more notes. His pens are pretty, It's motivating.

"Hey, can I borrow your notes later?"

Oikawa looks up and meets the dark gaze of the boy.
His breathing hitches and he can't push the words out of his mouth. How many times has he dreamed about the day the boy finally turns around and now Oikawa can't talk. He can't breath either.

So he nods several times.

The boy gives him a single nod and turns back.

Oikawa pouts.

Oh my.

Btw the italics are oikawa's point of view.

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