something about you // matsuhana

chapter one

i found myself struggling to find the motivation to get up, i sighed as i finally shut off my 7th alarm that morning so i wouldnt miss my stupid precalc class.

i mean, i was awake, but at what cost?

i know this isnt the kind of enthusiasm to be expected of an engineering major, but i was just too sleep deprived to function. after getting my usual two hours of sleep from staying up doing homework, im not exactly thrilled to be doing math again a few hours later.

on my way to class, i heard the chipper voice of the one and only oikawa: "ya-hoo, mattsun!!" he waved at me and i flinched subconciously as he gave me a friendly shove. it was too early for this, or maybe i was just permanently dead inside.

he kept going on about how he joined the university's volleyball team, and i could tell he was lowkey trying to convince me to join, and that i would be perfect for the team soley because i was "really tall".

after he finished telling me more about his friend "iwa-chan", (who i began to feel sorry for given oikawas general antics), we eventually parted ways, luckily my first class wasnt too far of a walk from my dorm.

i walked in and i saw someone in my seat. yeah, i know that its an unspoken agreement among college students where if you pick a seat at the beginning of the semester over time it just becomes yours, but if anyone dares to take your seat it means war. obviously there were some who didnt abide by that, and boy did it tick me off.

the thief had dark strawberry blonde hair, and he was wearing a big stupid sweater that looked like something a grandma would wear.

"hey, um, you're in my seat." i say, my throat still dry from it being so early. maybe i shouldnt have skipped breakfast.

"your seat?" he scoffs, with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "thats cute. but last time i checked there are no assigned seats in college."

i rolled my eyes. "well ive sat here every day for the past month and id like to think its my seat. cmon are you really one of the heathens that disagrees with this concept?" i say, my eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

"yes i am." he says smugly. i end up sitting next to the dude cause otherwise id be wandering around looking for a free seat and id probably unintentionally steal someones elses unassigned assigned seat in the process.

after some silence before class started he asks, "whats your name, huh eyebrows?" he tilts his head up at me and smirks. something about the way he spoke to me seemed less like he was trying to be rude, and more like this was just his way of making friends. luckily, i understood that all too well as im something of a snarky prick myself, but with good intentions. i think he gets a kick out of teasing me, so i acted unbothered and replied, "matsukawa. you?"

"hanamaki."

lecture eventually started, and it wasnt long before i had gone through another 10 pages worth of notes, not like id be able to make any sense of them when it was actually time to study.

class finally let out and i hoped i would have a pleasant, oikawa-free, and conversation-free walk back to my dorm. i didnt want any delay, i had just enough time for a long nap to catch up on sleep and to finish up my assignments before it was time for my lab this evening.

to my surprise, hanamaki walks beside me, it wasnt long before i noticed he was speedwalking to try and match my pace and thats when he broke the silence.

"so matsukawa, i wanted to ask you the dreaded question, whats your major?" he smirks.

"uh, engineering."