🌙 + and my aesthetic is grunge and dark academia? Like idk depends of my mood lol (but my friends say I’m more like grunge)
and how are you feeling bae? Hope you are all good! Have a great day/night🤍
hello! i’m feeling Okay; i start uni soon so i’m very !!!!!!!!
“and how much did those shoes cost?” iwaizumi asks, raising an eyebrow at oikawa’s fresh loafers.
“none of your business,” oikawa huffs, crossing his arms with a pout. suffice to say it didn’t quite match the air of respectability his outfit is trying to achieve.
iwaizumi rolls his eyes, turning back to his textbook. “i can’t believe you’d spend so much money just to impress a girl.”
oikawa whips his head towards him, aghast. “i did no such thing!”
is iwaizumi wrong? well, no. oikawa wouldn’t even be in this public library if he hadn’t seen you there. and of course, once seeing you, he’d dragged iwaizumi along to ‘study’ at the library. but good as a student he is (debatably), oikawa simply can’t focus.
you’re sitting a few tables away, seemingly exhausted yet still delightfully cute, unaware of the rampant bullying happening just a few feet away.
“why don’t you just ask her out?” iwaizumi asks. it had taken the boy a total of five minutes to work out what was really going on here.
oikawa placing his feet at an unnatural angle in the hopes of them maybe catching your eye was a bit of a give away.
“she could reject me.”
“your ego could handle it.”
“iwa!” it’s just attack after attack today.
“did you just google how to dress to impress a girl or something?” iwaizumi grumbles, looking oikawa up and down.
“i’ll have you know, i’m dressed like an academic.”
“don’t you actually have to study if you want to claim that title?”
oikawa rolls his eyes, swinging his head to the side dramatically and--
eye contact. oh god, eye contact.
he freezes, unable to look away after what most would consider the appropriate time spent making eye contact. but how is he supposed to look away? this is the first real interaction you’ve ever had. have you noticed him before? do you think he’s weird? do you think he’s dashingly handsome in his button-up and sweater vest?
you just smile at him and give him a little wave. oikawa’s too caught off guard to respond.
“you,” iwaizumi grumbles, slapping oikawa up the back of the head, “are such a piece of shit.”
“i didn’t even do anything!”
“exactly.”
