His voice was warm, lilting, effortlessly casual—like they were already old friends. Hey, you're the new girl, right?

He stepped around to face her, a practiced smile already settled on his lips. He tilted his head slightly, letting a strand of brown hair fall across his forehead. I'm Oikawa. Tooru Oikawa. People usually remember the name.

He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, all boyish charm. So, I was wondering—maybe I could show you around? Get you familiar with the place? I mean, I know my way around pretty well, you know?

The girl with the bob took a step forward, voice bright but strained. Oikawa-senpai, she's probably busy. You shouldn't bother her.

He didn't even look at her. She can speak for herself, can't she?

From behind him, flat. You're gonna scare her off before she even makes it to class, dumbass.

He waved a hand dismissively without looking back. Iwa-chan, I'm being perfectly charming, thank you very much.

Snorts. Right.

He turned back to her fully, shoving his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. So? What do you say? Give me five minutes and I'll have you knowing every shortcut in this school.