2. forced interaction

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
Oikawa Tooru held a rather strange power in your class. It was like having a deity among mortals, as far as his fans were concerned, and believe me, this young man had plenty of admirers. From girls, to boys, to non binary people, Oikawa's gorgeous face was enough to attract pretty much anybody. 
                          
It helped that he fit the standard of beauty in our current society, so a lot of people counted themselves blessed to be within two metres of him.
                          
You also had heard that he had a fanclub, and from what you'd gathered about it, it sounded more like a cult than anything else.
                          
So, in conclusion, Oikawa had a presence factor that was really quite astounding. Your eyes drifted over to where he was sitting, at around the middle of the room, laughing at his other friend Iwaizumi, who looked a bit more than pissed. Glancing away, you went to the back, where your usual seat was, ducking your head as you passed the other students.
                          
After the teacher came in, you immediately blocked out the sound of their voice, simply thinking to yourself. Rin wanted you to get to Oikawa, but how would you even do that? You certainly didn't want to talk to him, even the idea of that scared the shit out of you. But then what? How were you supposed to get them together?
                          
You flicked your pen between your fingers, deep in thought, and then all of a sudden the pen was flying out of your grasp, before it sped across the floor, and ended up right underneath Oikawa's chair.
                          
Fucking dumb luck.
                          
With baited breath, you watched as he turned around in confusion at the noise, before looking down and finding it, picking it up and inspecting it quizzically. You had to admit, the face he was making was adorable, but you were more nervous about the fact that the teacher hadn't noticed yet, meaning Oikawa had no excuse for throwing a pen across the classroom to give it back to you. He looked around, clearly puzzled, as you attempted to signal to him without being too obvious.
                          
In frustration, you slammed your textbook shut loudly, gaining the entire class' attention, including the teacher's, who frowned at you. "Would you like to tell us why you're so irritated, (L/n)?" they questioned.
                          
Embarrassed, you shook your head. "No, sir. I'm very sorry," you muttered through gritted teeth. When the teacher was no longer looking at you, you shot a desperate look at Oikawa, who'd turned around along with most of the students at the noise, and made imitations of writing with your shaking hand.
                          
Oikawa blinked, then his lips curled up in a slight smile, and he gave you a thumbs up, which meant he'd probably give it to you after class had finished. You were drowning in your own sweat for the remainder of the lesson, dreading the encounter.
                          
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Death was beginning to sound real sexy right now.
                          
Oikawa Tooru stood in front of your desk, a wide smile on his face, your pen in his hand. With a sigh, you stood up to take it from him; and to your shock, he whipped it away at the last moment, holding it above his head, teasing you with his height.
                          
"Come on," he cooed lightly, with a playful wink, "I'm sure you can do much better than that, (L/n)."
                          
You didn't like the tone he'd used whilst saying your last name. "You giraffe looking, ugly ass, beanstalk look alike!" you spluttered angrily, already riled up from the last hour.
                          
When Oikawa burst out laughing, you stepped back, defensive, assuming that he was still making fun of you. It was strange; he looked almost ethereal, as you watched his gorgeous smile. You could suddenly see why people thought him attractive, considering his beautiful eyes, and chocolate brown locks. 
                          
For some reason you had a gut feeling that he styled it every morning.
                          
"You know," he giggled, finally handing you your belonging, snapping you out of your daze, "I never expected someone so quiet to be so funny."
                          
You scowled, taking your pen a tad aggressively, and mumbling out a half-assed 'thank you'. Now what? You'd caught his attention... how did you make friends again? Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
                          
He was leaving, you couldn't just stand there, you had to talk a little bit more! But how? How the hell were you supposed to casually make conversation? Say something, anything at all! 
                          
"I—" you spluttered, raising your hand; but he'd already disappeared, leaving only you, and your swarming thoughts. You allowed yourself to go limp, standing deathly still in the middle of the silent classroom. "I think you're a good volleyball player," you whispered to nobody.
                          
You had never even seen a single match of his.
                          
With a disappointed sigh, you turned around, and started to pack up your stuff, not wanting to be late to go home, since you needed to cook dinner for your father. All the while, your thoughts could only dwell on how upset Rin would be that you hadn't made any progress. 
                          
"(L/n)-san," a soft voice came from the doorway, and you looked up in confusion, to see one of your peers standing in the doorway. To say you were shocked was an understatement; you had been 100% sure that no one in your class knew you existed. "Uh... are you alright?" the young man spluttered, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. 
                          
Who was this dude again?
                          
Ah, right, now you remembered: Karasuma Sosuke, a pretty chill guy, as far as you were aware. Why was he here though?
                          
You tilted your head, and nodded. "J-Just packing up," you mumbled, returning your gaze to your desk, too scared to glance at him again.
                          
"I see," for some reason, you could hear the smile in Karasuma's voice. "Well... see you tomorrow!" 
                          
When you whipped up in shock at his words, he was already gone, and you could hear his hasty footsteps echo hurrying away down the hall. "That's suspicious," you murmured to yourself, narrowing your eyes. "That's weird."