4. Flirting with Suga is harder than it looks (Oikawa pov)

                                    

                                          
I found myself eagerly awaiting Tuesday from Thursday night on. I studied calc hard, wanting to impress Suga, although it was like the magic spell of understanding the material somewhat wore off without my wonderful tutor around, so it took me longer than I would've liked. Once the weekend came around, I set out to finish all of my homework (which inevitably didn't get done until Sunday night, darnit I couldn't even go out with Iwa-chan and Makki and Mattsun after Saturday practice, urggGGHHHLSIDskdnlLINIln–
                          
   Anyway. Usually, I would've spent my remaining time watching old volleyball matches or debating others about the existence of extraterrestrial life in online forums, but not tonight! I had to come up with a serious game plan to get Sugawara to notice me, to tell him I liked him, something of the sort.
                          
   After about half an hour of researching how to flirt during tutoring sessions (I had to look up study dates instead actually, most of the other ones were about how to flirt with your adult teacher which I did not really want), I had some ideas: pick-up lines, and asking about their life! It was perfect! I had considered playing dumb as well, but I don't think Suga would've been into that.
                          
   Tuesday finally rolled around. By the end of volleyball practice, I was practically bouncing, overanxious to get to the library already. Unfortunately, as team captain, I couldn't really leave early and had to make sure everything was cleaned and put away before leaving.
                          
   "Oi, trashykawa, what's with you today?" Iwaizumi demanded after throwing a volleyball at my head (which I definitely dodged and was not hit by at all). "You missed more sets than usual, you've been out of it and unfocused, and you've been bouncing around like you've got ants in your pants the whole time." The first and second years scurried away, not wanting to get caught up in one of our fights.
                          
   "Iwa-channnnnn, nothing's wrong!" I reassured, forcing myself to slow down my mopping a considerable amount. Iwaizumi only raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, clearly waiting for an answer. He knew me very well, and consequently could tell when something was up, or I wasn't telling him something. I also wasn't the best at keeping secrets.
                          
   "Okay fine, I like my tutor and I really wanna ask him out!" I whined loudly. On the other side of the court, Makki and Mattsun (who weren't scared off by Iwaizumi and I's fights, having grown accustomed to them over the years) began snickering loudly. I stuck my tongue out at them.
                          
   "You've gotta be kidding me. You're letting some guy make you this crazy? A guy you've seen what, once, twice before? And just met last week? Jesus Oikawa, do you know how many boyfriends and girlfriends you've had?"
                          
   "Uh, I think, um–"
                          
   "Twenty-seven. Twenty-fricking-seven, five in middle school, nine when you were a first year, eleven last year, two this year and we've been in school all of a month." I stared blankly.
                          
   Iwaizumi continued, "You," he jabbed a finger in my chest, "cannot hold onto a date because you care about volleyball too much, and no one you've dated has piqued your interest for more than three weeks, which causes you to break a bunch of innocent people's hearts and your own in the process. So as your best friend, here is a word of advice: do not ask this guy out, because I'm sure you will get bored of him within a week, or he'll realize what a trashy person you are and dump you first." And with that, Iwaizumi stormed off, Makki and Mattsun following him and shooting me smirks.
                          
   Undeterred, I got ready and walked over to the library where Suga was already waiting, of course. I had been a bit late–which was absolutely not my fault! It started raining and I had to go back to my locker and get an umbrella!
                          
   Suga was drawing something like last time, and wow I really wanted to see what it was because if he was an artist, that would be pretty cool and, oh wait, wait, Suga was wet, his hair was clinging to his forehead and curling at the end, and oh my god I just wanted to reach out and touch it–
                          
   No, no, we have to ask him out first. Then we can worry about what an interesting, mysterious, artsy, handsome person he was. I took a deep breath and blinked before strutting (yes, strutting) over to Suga. I forced myself not to look at his journal and get distracted.
                          
   "Hey Suga-san!" I called out and waved, sitting across from him. Suga jumped a bit and slammed his book shut (odd, but I couldn't dwell on that now, I'd have to file it away for later) before smiling up at me.
                          
   "Hello Oikawa-san." He said sweetly with that darn smile of his that was so blinding it should have been illegal. Shoot, back to the plan, do not get caught up in Suga's smile again!
                          
   I put out my work and let Suga go over it before telling me what we would be reviewing in the session. When he was done, I said, "I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away."
                          
   Was it bad? Yes. Corny? 100%. My usual style? Ehhh, no, not at all, but I was at a loss what with Suga. And, I'd never tried ridiculous pickup lines before and supposedly girls loved them–well, not that Suga was a girl, but maybe guys liked them too? Or, oh my god, how had the thought never once crossed my mind in the whole week I'd known Suga that there was a possibility he was straight? Shoot shoot shoot that would put a real damper in my plan or-OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE WAS TAKEN HE PROBABLY WAS BECAUSE HOW COULD BE NOT BE AND HOW HAD THESE THINGS NOT CROSSED MY MIND BEFORE–
                          
   My intense, panicking train of thought was cut off by a light laugh, and all of my thoughts came to a halt, because oh my god I just made Suga laugh and it was the most adorable thing–
                          
   "Very funny Oikawa-san, but don't worry, you've done well in the past two sessions, I'm sure you'll pull through in this one too!" And with that, Suga dove into the first concept, oblivious to my attempt to flirt with him, thinking I was referring to just the math.
                          
   With extreme difficulty, I paid attention to the power rule, and how to rewrite the expression or whatever, even though that was the absolute last thing I wanted to be doing at the moment. I patiently waited for a lull in the work and explanations to try my next line, which came at about halfway through the session.
                          
   "Hey Suga, can you tell me what time it is? I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off of you." I bit the inside of my lip and sat back a bit, wanting to gauge Suga's full reaction.
                          
   He chuckled a bit before saying to me, "Oikawa-san, I'm pleased you're so focused on the lesson you can't tear your eyes away, but I don't mind if you check the time every now and then." And then we were back to functions and fractions and limits.
                          
   Okay, so things could be going better, but they weren't going bad, so that was good right? The next time, I waited until we were pretty close to being done before I gave one final shot. I said, "Suga-san, I was wondering if you had an extra heart, because mine has been stolen."
                          
   "Don't be so dramatic Oikawa-san, you did excellent just as the last few times. I'm very proud of you." Suga said kindly before summarizing what we'd gone over.
                          
   Okay, so Suga was either very heavily deflecting, or just plain oblivious. But I wasn't ready to give up just yet! As we started to pack up and walk away, I asked, "So, uh, what's your family like?"
                          
   Woah, woah, WOAH, THAT WAS NOT THE PLAN OIKAWA WHAT THE H*LL WAS THAT??? Yes, I had been meaning to ask about Suga's family because asking personal things was supposed to be good, but like, that wasn't smooth at all! I was supposed to segway into personal topics, and start off with like what their interests or hobbies were first! GAH! That question out of nowhere sounded so creepy, now he probably hated me!
                          
   "My, uh, f-family?" Suga stuttered out. "They're, um, nice I guess. Wh-what about yours?" Suga did seem a bit put off by my question, not in the way I'd expected though. He'd turned it back around on me though, so I found myself telling him all about my mom, my dad, my sister and brother-in-law and nephew, and before I knew it we were outside and ready to part ways (I wasn't going to the parking lot since I walked, because the temperature had gone down a bit).
                          
   "Well, I guess this is goodbye. See you next time, Oikawa-san!" Suga called out before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. Once he was gone I kicked the ground and muttered a stream of curse words, because that hadn't worked at all, thanks a lot internet.
                          
   I sulked the whole way home, saddened by my failure, but still refusing to give up hope. My mind whirled a mile a minute, devising new strategies I could use on Thursday. I smiled gleefully as I thought up some good ones.