𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝❀ ᴛ.ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ

𝐬𝐢𝐱;

"Yeah, I left japan when I was about three and one of my friends growing up played it, so he forced me to play, and now I get cant enough of it," she explain.

"Oh wow, little Tooru has been playing since kindergarten,"

"Wow, that's makes a lot more sense," she chuckles.

"Yeah, he's always been like that, oh I remember one tine we were playing water volleyball and his tru-"

"Okay I'm back! Hey mom let's not embarrass me while Y/N is here," Tooru interrupts while running out the bathroom.

that young man better have washed his hands.

"No wait continue! I wanna hear the rest," Y/N says with a grin.

"No. Let's go Y/N," Tooru grabs Y/N's wrist and pulls her upstairs.

"Oh well, it was nice talking to you Y/N," I yell.

"You to-" she's cut off by the door closing.

❀𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙿𝙾𝚅❀

talking to oikawas mom was nice, she seems so familiar...it's like i'm having deja vu

"Sorry about her," Oikawa groans.

"It's fine, she was very nice," I say while sitting in the side of his bed.

hm? is that a picture of an alien on his wall? why is it cute? what the fuck?

"Wow not a dry response!" He says throwing his hands up sarcastically

"Huh?" I snap out of my train of thought and refocus my eyes in Oikawa, who was turning his lamp on.

"Oh you've just been really dry with me."  He says.

"Oh sorry," I reply not knowing how to respond.

"Well...let's start studying!" He exclaims taking stuff out his backpack.

❀𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛❀

"Woah Y/N your handwritting is really nice." Oikawa compliments.

"Thanks." I reply.

"Huhhhh another one?" Oikawa whines.

"Fine, OmG tHaNk YoU sO mUCh!" I exaggerate.

"You're very welcome Y/N!" He says patting my back.

"Ugh you're such a dork," I chuckle while lightly elbowing his side.

❀𝟷 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟹𝟶 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛❀

"Hey let's take a break yeah?" Oikawa asks.

"Sure," I respond.

"Alright uh I'm gonna get us some drinks, so what do you want?"

"Uh water is fine," I say

"Okay, be right back," he says right before waking out the room.