♡~Three Red Strings Of Fate (Ushijima x Reader x Oikawa)~♡

°● Chapter.Two: Oikawa ●°

"Okay, where are you going to then?"

"Umm...I," I was trying to think of which school I could name.

Based on what I looked like, it would probably seem suspicious that I would be going to shiratorizawa. Since it was such a prestigious school and I didn't look the part nor did I have the skills. Kurosuno was also a no go. Knowing that Ukai would be over there on a day to day basis, he would probably expect to see me all over the halls 24/7 if I was a student there. I then cringed a little thinking about my last resort.

"Aoba Johsai.... That's the highschool I'm supposed to be attending." I smiled trying to get him to believe me.

I could tell that he wasn't fully invested into my excuse, but he believed me enough to give me the directions to the school.

"Haa okay. Go straight up ahead, you should pass another highschool called "Karasuno" in the process. After that, you'll have to walk two blocks and then turn a left to see Aoba Johsai. You got it kid?" He flicked his cigarette as I nodded.

"Thank you Ukai-mr.san" I then scurried away after slipping up not wanting to make any more mistakes. I had a bad feeling that if I let anything that came from the show slip, I would be in a sticky situation.

I started to walk along the road. Everything seemed similar to what the anime had looked like. The only difference was there was much more detail in the animation and background. It was really cool seeing my body in a 2D form. I looked like a school girl in the flesh on her way to school. Well, minus the actual uniform.

I saw karasuno up ahead and smiled at the sight. That was where the entire story started at, without it, this place probably wouldn't have existed. I watched students walking around the courtyard and made eye contact with one of the students. They weren't smiling with their mouth, but I could tell they were grinning at me with their eyes. I didn't really keep their face in mind, but they looked very familiar.

"I wonder...maybe I've seen him in the show?" I thought as I walked ahead wondering who he was.

After walking about two other blocks and taking a left, I finally found Aoba Johsai. I couldn't believe I was actually standing at the place where Oikawa Tooru was attending!! He was standing near the exit of the volleyball gym looking like he was trying to run from something...or someone?.... I wanted to see him up close, but before I even could, there was a swarm of fangirls that kept on clinging onto him. Of course, being Oikawa, he didn't mind and actually grasped this opportunity to flex about himself. I saw my dad in him and kind of cringed seeing how he interacted with each of the females.

I then walked over and stood behind the crowd even though I wasn't very close to him. I wasn't that desperate to the point I felt like I needed to be right beside him right that second, rather, just admiring him from a far made me crack a smile as I laid back. He really was astonishingly handsome yet such a trouble maker. I chuckled at this thought as I put my hands in my pockets. Just when I was about to settle down, my string started to act up the further he got from me.

The bracelet started to tug me towards Oikawa. I couldn't help but try to stop it. The string was actually rubbing against my skin causing it to burn my wrist as it tried pulling me towards him. Knowing whatever was going to happen was going to be bad, I put down my backpack and tied up my hair. I made sure to tuck some of the strands behind my ears so they wouldn'tget in the way. I then closed my eyes as I followed it to see...Iwaizumi?

Turns out Iwa-chan was about to hit Oikawa yet again with his volleyball. I actually kind of wanted to watch it, but the thread didn't allow me to do so. I then scratched my head feeling a little unsure of what I was about to do and walked over to Iwa. He was about to spike the ball real hard to the poiny evwn Oikawa could tell, and tried to cover his head bracing for impact. He then raised the ball getting ready to throw, and that's when I knew that would probably be my only chance to stop him. So before he threw it, I grabbed his wrist, twisted it slightly making sure to not actually hurt his pretty wrists. I couldn't help but glance at his arms thinking: