Tooru Oikawa “knew” how to dress-

is what the normal brain rotted tiktok bot of Seijoh Public High School would say. Really, he just had a Pinterest account. Had 15k followers on Instagram because of his stories. Was at the top of every “Utah Fit Check” hashtag in existence. Tooru Oikawa “liked” listening to Laufey and Clairo and “drank” matcha lattes and was “obsessed” with Snoopy. Tooru Oikawa wanted pretty, cool, “interesting” girls to go out with him. He’d pick them up with his expensive ass Tesla and drive them to cafe dates and pottery painting dates and picnic dates then back to his house to hit. Tooru Oikawa was just about in every two-man in Seijoh Public High School since he turned 16.

Tooru Oikawa pretended to be a cool, charming, in-touch-with-his-feminine-side guy to get girls to like him.

So it shouldn’t have really been much of a surprise to you when he stopped you in the hall right before the senior lunch bell rang.

“Hey,” he’d smile, flashing his bright white teeth and unblemished face, “I’ve noticed you around the art wing a lot- wanna go off campus for lunch? Maybe some boba? I’m Tooru.” You think you’ve seen his outfit about a hundred times already in Pinterest, Instagram, and tiktok feeds; Adidas Sambas, baggy light washed jeans, a white tshirt with a plaid short sleeve unbuttoned on top, and his car keys clipped to the jean belt loop by a carabiner.