Your Best American Girl.

You were head over heels for Oikawa, but you could never hope for him to feel the same. He was only into Japanese girls, which you weren’t. This caused you to stress about your appearance for years. You wished that you were the perfect Japanese women that he wanted.

Currently you were sitting in the cafeteria watching him from afar. He was talking to one of his fangirls. You rolled your eyes at the situation, and caught his eye. He raised a brow at you. The moment left as soon as it came.

Later on in the day, the two of you ended up on the same bench waiting for the bus and on the same bus seat. He tried to make conversation.

“Um, my name’s Oikawa…I think we go to the same school..” He let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.