꒰ THURSDAY ꒱
| 12:20 AM, MIDNIGHT |
y/n walks up to the checkout, her head low as she awkwardly clutches onto the tampon box and a bag of jolly ranchers. she sniffles a little bit before she stands before the cashier counter. she looks up to the male worker, whose behind the counter. oh. crap. it was already awkward enough considering that it was a boy who had to scan the feminine box...
but it was even more awkward after she looked up and saw just how attractive this dude was. her face heats up the slightest bit; and she didn't know if it was due to her usual embarrassment or the fact that the guy was so. dayum. fine.
he had fluffy, side-parted, brown hair, and some of his dark strands fell in front of his beautiful, downturned eyes in which were a soft shade of mocha. the corner of his lips were turned up into a small smile. or maybe, it was a smirk.
the male stood tall and- from what y/n could tell- he had a lean figure under his blue uniform shirt and black pants. when the boy's brown eyes dart down to the item in her hands, she instantly looks away from him and sets the box, along with the candy, on the counter.
"hiya! that'll be ⁴²⁰ i mean- 11.25~"
the girl nods with a polite smile, then takes some cash out of her pocket and slides it on the surface over to the boy. her [eye color] eyes never meet his own brown ones; not even once until his smooth voice sounds out, and he scans the purchased items. he subconsciously sets the candy to the side to get out a bag. he hums a little bit as he puts the box in the plastic grocery bag. then, he hands it to y/n with a closed-eye smile. the jolly ranchers remain on the side, and neither notice, somehow.
well, y/n doesn't, at least...
"there ya go! have a great night~"
"t-thank you, you too!"
and then she politely takes the bag and leaves the same way that she came in- with her head down and one, wobbly line for her lips. but before the chilly, midnight air can touch her [skin tone] skin, the prettyboy of a cashier comes rushing towards her, a candy bag in his hands.
"ah- wait!"
he taps her shoulder and she hesitantly
turns around to face the cute dude.
"sorry, i guess i forgot to put this in the bag, haha!"
he lets out a smooth, little laugh before offering the bag to the girl. she smiles at him, reluctantly taking the candy. y/n gives him a small smile to show that she accepted his apology.
"thank you. have a peaceful night."
she then begins to turn around, and away from the boy. but he stops her, quickly calling out to her.
"oh- but wait...!"
upon his eager words, the girl curiously turns around to face him again. he scratches his neck, his pretty brown eyes closed as a soft- yet arrogant- smile rests on his flawless face. y/n's eyes dart to the side a few times; there was something about this prettyboy that screamed fake! in 69 different languages...
she is silent and waits for him to talk. and he eventually opens his eyes before his dulcet voice sounds out through his parted, pink lips. his voice is sweeter than frosting. too sweet, to the point where it leaves an unpleasant feeling on the roof of your mouth.
"you coulda just asked me, ya know~"
" . . . "
" h u h ? "
she tilts her head in confusion, raising an eyebrow. she watches his lips purse together the slightest bit- though, his amiable smile remains. it's such a small movement, and many would have overlooked it due to his stunning features that drew all attention. but she sees. y/n sees.
"you're not... a fan...?"
". . ."
"um- n-no...???"
he brings his hand down from his neck, his smile faltering slightly before he mutters one, mere word.
"oh."
he almost felt relieved, for some reason. knowing that this girl wasn't here to fawn over him or treat him like he was God Himself- to look at him like he was some prettyboy toy that was merely there for their eye-seeing pleasures. but at the same time, it irked him. it completely, and horribly irked him.
he hardly holds back a grimace.
"..."
she starts to leave again, feeling off-put and confused after what just happened. is he supposed to be a celebrity or something? his attitude seems almost familiar... maybe i do know him from somewhere? he calls out again; the girl pauses in her tracks.
"haha, buuuut... you know me, right?"
". . . . ."
"um... no... this is the first time i've
ever seen your face, sorry..."
"oh."
"well. i'm tooru oikawa! the best volleyball
captain- whose team's goin' to nationals!"
and so he tells her.
he tells her so that the irk will go away and
leave him alone. so she'll fawn over him and
fall in line like everyone else needs to, and will.
hm. that name sounds a little
bit familiar...? this is deja vu.
she smiles. a genuine smile that
perhaps was there to comfort oikawa
without even properly knowing why.
"okay. well, have a good night, sir."
then she leaves, and for good, this time.
oikawa stands there for a few more moments before sulking back into walgreens, though, part of him did want to chase after her until he got his usual, and desired answer- but, alas, that would be really weird and creepy... ahem... 😅
'sir,' huh? just how old do i look...?!
we look practically the same age!
part of him says bitterly.
while a small part says:
(as he raises his eyebrows and
rests a hand on his chin)
but she kinda cute tho...😳
and another small part says:
(as he nods slightly with a little shrug)
tru, tru...🤷♂️
and so he finds himself easily forgiving the innocent girl who did nothing wrong in the first place. he felt that maybe they would meet again. something was familiar about the girl and the whole situation. it almost felt like fate- when they stood out there in the barren, walgreens parking lot during the crackhead hours of midnight. or maybe the boy was just overthinking the very blunt encounter...
[ see what i did there,,,?🤡 ]
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once y/n gets onto the sidewalk, and she's back into the cold, lonely night, she sighs out a long breath of relief. phew... that went better than i thought. but, it was a very peculiar encounter...
and only when she makes it back to her apartment, and she's opening the front door- is when something clicks inside her pretty head. her eyes widen; both out of shock and also out of slight panic. she almost drops her lightweight grocery bag.
omg! tooru oikawa...
'the guy whose going to nationals!!'
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an; dang i feel like oikawa has lots of
issues that he hides under a happy and
confident facade. this chapter was fun C: