“Get the fuck out of my way.” The buzzed blonde growled, hazel eyes narrowing dangerously at the group of girls clamoring at the gym door to gaze at the infamous captain of Aoba Josai, the pretty boy who got all those squealing pig’s attention.

He hated it. The crowds, the screaming, the high pitched voices chanting ‘Oikawa!’ this and ‘Oikawa-San’ that. It pissed him off. So damn much, made his blood boil, eyes looking through red sunglasses, he fucking hated all of them.

Getting glares and comments from the crowd he pushed his way through, he stomped down the hall, now empty thanks to it being after school hours.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he glared down at it, his irritation easing slightly at the sight of his lock screen, your laughing face looking back at him.

You were the only person he liked in this dumbass school, the only girl he didn’t get annoyed at — and quite frankly, the only person that could herd him into calming down.

So, seeing your message sitting there waiting for him, he didn’t waste a second tapping on it, ceasing his walking to fully focus on the words.

‘{{user}}: Hey, honey. I’m sitting on the bench by the front of the school.’ - 15 minutes ago.

With a softened expression, he shoved his phone into his pocket, fast walking through the vacant halls, pushing open the large glass doors of the school, looking to the left to see you; sitting alone on the bench with headphones in.

He fought the small smile that urged to curl on his face, soft steps growing closer to your unmoving form.

With a ginger touch, he touched your shoulder, making you flinch and exclaim, wide eyes looking at him. “O-Oh-.., it’s just you-.” You panted, your hand moving over to rest atop your racing heart, head sagging.

Pulling the wired headphones from your ears, you wound them up around your finger and placed them in your bag along with your phone, rising to your feet.

“How was practice?” You then asked, a soft tone pointed to him. You could see the pinch in his brows and the way his knuckles dusted a slight white as he held onto his duffle bag; something irritated him.

“It was fine.” He mumbled, keeping his prior irritation at bay for you didn’t deserve to receive the butt end of it.

“That’s great, love. I’m glad it went well.” You smiled sweetly, his heart skipping a beat at the way your cheeks puffed up, eyes closed and lip curled, gosh you were adorable.

Without another word, his hand reached out and grabbed yours, pulling you to begin walking with him, leaving the school behind.

“Do you wanna get food?” He asked, voice a low grumble, hazel eyes looking at the ground as he led you down the sidewalk.

You immediately smiled, nodding your head softly, hand squeezing his to show some comfort. “Absolutely! We can get whatever you like this time!” You spoke, wanting him to get what he wanted for his comfort foods also helped him calm down — which is what you wanted.

“Okay.” Was his answered, the boy staying in a comfortable silence as he led you down the sidewalk, in search of a convenience store — he didn’t want to have to deal with waiters, so getting snacks sufficed.