please handle with care → three
The more he thought about it, the less thrilled he felt about the deal he'd sealed a couple hours ago. It's not like he was particularly excited about it all in the first place, but since he had already taken care of the hardest part -that is, actually gathering the willpower to fix this problem-, Oikawa wasn't about to back off now.
Running the errands he had been postponing for a few days now took the brunet way less time than he had originally reckoned, and thus he found himself making his way to this so-called Three's house. Digits hovered over his phone's screen to check the direction he'd been given earlier, chestnut hues drifting seconds later to scout his surroundings in a curious fashion. He hadn't been around here before, had he? Oh well, at least it wasn't too far away from his own home; it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to remember the way back.
Apartment... F10. Right.
Before he knew it, Oikawa was already where he had to be: in front of his soon-to-be tutor's house, hopefully. Sticking his phone into his jacket's pocket, a hand shifted to ring at the doorbell. Five, ten... forty seconds. One minute and there was still no response. While it made an eyebrow raise, the teen simply repeated the gesture before placing his hand near his mouth. Breathe in and...
"Heeey~ Anybody home?"
If no one showed up after that, he might as well go back home, maybe even practice a bit by himself.
