#amiammorette

He had promised himself that he wouldn't be caught up in the hive-mindset of Oikawa and his ten thousand plus followers, yet here he was. Scrolling through page 38 out of 293. And because he was still quite stubborn about his original promise, he only clicked ❤ on most posts. 

He didn't think his followers would appreciate his sudden taste in pastels.

Posting mostly quotes, maybe a few pictures of dogs, and the occasional gif set, Iwaizumi didn't expect a follow back. And one so quickly. 

A single number flashed on the top of his dashboard, announcing a message. Cautiously--because the last time he got message, Erica was asking him to check out her game--Iwaizumi checked his inbox. 

Anonymous asked: 

ARE YOU LOST BC YOUR EYES ARE MAPS

Another number flashed on the dashboard and Iwaizumi, eyes wide with apprehension and confusion, refreshed the page. 

Anonymous asked: 

WAIT I MESSED THAT UP 

Iwaizumi snorted and refreshed the page again. There were four more messages. 

Anonymous asked:

DO YOU HAVE A MAP? I GOT LOST IN YOUR EYES :D

Anonymous asked: 

:D:D:D:D that was pretty smooth right

oikawa-esque asked: 

please don't hate me

Anonymous asked: 

SHI T FORG OT TO PUT AN O N GOO D BYE IM SO RSOR RYR 

Iwaizumi typed out his reply after a good ten minutes of trying to sound cool. Then deleted everything and turned off his anon setting. He waited, biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh while he imagined Oikawa's embarrassed face (he may or may not have his /tagged/selfies bookmarked). 

oikawa-esque asked: 

ahahahah jk ;) ;) :) 

He couldn't take it anymore. 

You answered oikawa-esque: 

that's a shame

oikawa-eqsue asked: