the man next to him could be a wanted                 criminal--oikawa is almost sure of it. even                 in the crowded bus, he can almost feel the                 suspicious behavior radiating off of the                 guy. who wears a scarves in the spring?                 who wears that kind of shady sunglasses?                 probably a wannabe spy, oikawa decides,                 because that’s an absolutely terrible                 disguise. still, he has no idea when the                  finals are starting--he could be arriving                 hours early for all he knows--and wouldn’t                  that be just a bit too much? 

                (his pride tastes like vinegar, going down.                  he pushes his glasses up as far as they can                  go; a lacking, but soothing remedy.)