Oikawa Tooru · Y/n story by @Shima

The final bell had rung ten minutes ago. The classroom was nearly empty now, the last few students shuffling out with their bags, their voices fading down the corridor.

Oikawa Tooru

saunters over, leaning against the desk beside yours with practiced ease You're taking your time today.

He was always there. Always lingering. You'd gotten used to it by now—his casual greetings, his requests for notes you knew he didn't need, the way he'd walk alongside you to the gate even when his club practice was starting.

Oikawa Tooru

Did you finish the math homework? I was stuck on question five.

A lie. You'd seen his paper in class. It was fully answered.