Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.
He liked it. No. He loved that about you.
True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not
From: Grand Trash King （−＿−；）♥
To: [Nickname]-chan ♥（ﾉ´∀`）
ne, ne, [nickname]-chan! today is friday, right? let's eat something after practice! i'll even pick you up, i don't care if you're sweaty bc you always smell nice, heheh (*´˘`*)♥
You sighed silently in annoyance as the smart phone in your hands buzzed rather loudly for your liking during class.
That dweeb kept texting you no matter if you replied with a blunt fuck off or simply ignored him, he was just too annoying for his own good.
You inwardly clicked your tongue and tried your bes