Just as I prepared myself mentally to get a scolding, Oikawa was a step ahead of me. I didn't really take his words before seriously, because I thought he always said something like that. But when I saw him standing there, delivering a show to the teacher and when he brought every word as charmingly as possible from his lips, I stood there motionless and watched him. I was impressed, but I felt guilty. I should be the one to explain. It had always been like that. (1/2)
As he turned to me and I followed the movements of his lips, I had to grin. He always managed to amaze me. My heart beat faster because he looked damn good when he talked to the teacher and tried to save me from the situation. “Thank you…” I mouthed back. When we finally got outside, I softly bumped his arm. “That… you didn’t need to do that. I could have done it. I always get in a discussion with that teacher so I’m used to it. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” ~ Rihara (2/2)
Oikawamade a pout one would associate to a kid who was being wrongly scolded for allthe things he’d done right, the vexation and discontent palpable on hisscrunched-up face. Gently, he chopped your head with his right hand as a formof revenge and crossed his arms. “Seriously, Rihara-chan! I know that you’re avery responsible person but you shouldn’t be accountable for every singlething, you know. And it’s not good either to get used to it,” he reprimanded,his tone taking a softer tone by the end of his nagging. More often than not,it was being him being scolded—courtesy of Iwaizumi—but he knew how to care too, knew how to see whenone’s being too self-sacrificing, and he wasn’t going to let your words gowithout reminding you to care for yourself as well.
Sighing softly, Oikawareached out and squished you cheeks with his palms, leaning close enough soonly his eyes will remain in your sight. “I’m the volleyball team’s captain,Rihara-chan, and me being a leader isn’t just for show. I know how to be responsiblefor my actions so I had this coming. Don’t be too hard on yourself, let othershelp you too,” And then he smiled: genuine, languid, as pure as his love forvolleyball. It lasted a second too long and then he was away again, rufflingyour hair in friendly affection as if that static moment never existed. “Eitherway, I’m not going to let you take responsibility for me, okay?” As if on cue,the bell signalling the end of the break rang. “Oops, next class is about tostart! I’ll see you later then! Come by the gym, alright?!” Oikawa reminded youas he started running off to his class, waving his arms up high when he’salready far enough. “I’ll still treat you ice cream, remember?!”
