1. Oikawa needs help (Oikawa pov)

                                    

                                          
a/n: ahhhHHHH I can't believe I finally published this! (you don't have to read this note it's not important) So I've been writing for years and never published before, this is my first story so I'm sorry if it's bad or sucks lol I don't usually get the opportunity to get feedback! anyway I plan on doing each chapter in both Oikawa and Suga's pov, happy reading!! (also I'm not sure if I'm allowed to use this photo or the cover one, I found them both on pinterest but if someone knows the artist please share or let me know if I can't use it!)

                          
"aaahhhHHHHHHH I HATE MATH!"  I screeched, practically tearing my hair out and throwing my pencil across the room. Iwaizumi looked up at me unimpressed. "If only you had listened to me and opted out of a math class." He said dryly.
                          
   I moaned and went to retrieve my pencil. At least we were at his house and not in public. I could lose my cool around Iwaizumi, but not many other people. And math definitely made me lose my cool. It's not that I was...bad at it, per se, no no, I just...sometimes struggled to grasp the overarching concepts, which resulted in extreme confusion on my part–
                          
   "Trashykawa, you couldn't let go of your pride. You insisted on taking Calc AB, AP no less, because you are, and I quote, a 'mathematical genius.' How's that working out for you, huh? Are you...jealous, of my free period yet?"
                          
   I glared daggers at my best friend, willing him to spontaneously combust. No such luck. "So mean, Iwa-chan~" I spat out, not having a decent comeback prepared. While I went back to work, Iwaizumi got up to stretch.
                          
   "I'm done with my homework you know." I ignored him.
                          
   "I'm getting a bit tired, good thing I don't have to worry about any unfinished work tonight though." I ignored him some more.
                          
   "In fact, I have so much free time, maybe I'll go see that new movie with the aliens, what's it called, Arri–"
                          
   "NO!" I shot up. "You CANNOT see that without meeeeee! Iwa-channnnn," At that point, I kind of just crumpled into a ball on the floor, letting out low moans like a wounded animal. How dare he taunt me like that, when I had so much to do.
                          
   Iwaizumi sat down next to me. "Sorry. But you really should've listened to me." I turned my head away and kept groaning. He continued, "You know, what if you got a tutor?" I stopped and turned to face him.
                          
   "Iwa-chan! Are you insulting my intelligence by implying that I need–"
                          
   "I'm saying that if you want to keep up your volleyball performance and social life, you should get a tutor so you don't spend an ungodly amount of time doing calculus several hours a day." Iwaizumi got up and got his phone from his bed.
                          
   "You know, one of my friends knows a really good tutor, their reviews were so glowing it made me want to take a hard class just so I could be tutored. I have their number, why don't you try texting them and just, consider it, okay?"
                          
   My phone pinged next to me on the floor, signaling I had a text. I gazed at it mournfully. Before I could respond though, I was unceremoniously pulled up, and pushed towards the door. "Iwa-chan, what's the big idea?" I demanded furiously, trying to at least get my stuff.
                          
   "It's late Oikawa, my family's having dinner soon, and you said you didn't want to stay for dinner, so, time for you to go." Iwaizumi pushed me all the way from his room to his front door. And then out the front door. I think he was enjoying himself a little too much.
                          
   "Goodbye." He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and slammed the door in my face. I sniffed and raised my head in the air indignantly before walking off, backpack and volleyball bag in tow. I didn't live too far from Iwaizumi's house, just a few blocks, but it was getting dark so I picked up the pace.