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The entire four classes up till lunch were scarring. You could feel all the harsh glares from multiple girls in your class. 'Stupid lunkhead Oikawa.' You didn't even notice that you had been doodling insult names for the idiot all over the back of your notebook. All that, and it still wasn't enough.

After the dreaded classes, you get slowly dragged to the cafeteria by Misaki. She was the only one who was willing to talk to you, and the only one you considered a friend, in the entire class.

"Yo." A familiar voice calls, and you turn to see Iwaizumi waving to you, and a slightly nervous Hanamaki following behind him. This makes you recall the fact that the boy actually had feelings for Misaki unbeknownst to her knowledge. It made you wonder what Oikawa would do if you asked him to help the two together.

"Oi. Masumi? What are you spacing out over?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Misaki asks, giggling at Iwaizumi. "It's about Oikawa-senpai, of course." At the response, both you and the wing spiker shudder, flinching. If there was one word that didn't deserve to be used in relation to Oikawa, that would be 'senpai'.

Students file out of the classes, all of them ready to enjoy whatever they had in plan for lunch. While you lean against the wall and wait for the idiot to show up, you have small talk with Iwaizumi while Misaki and Hanamaki are busy debating about a TV show that they both saw a couple nights ago.

Ten minutes pass before Oikawa steps out of classroom 6, panting heavily as he runs up to you. "Sorry, Masumi-chan! I had to finish filling out this form. Can you come with me to take this to the faculty office?" He asks, catching his breath and glancing at the three others who stood beside you. Raising an eyebrow at Iwaizumi, he then glances at you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along. "Sorry, Iwa-chan, but Masumi-chan is mine!" He yells as he breaks into a run.

You can feel the stares of girls all around you as you did, and you were sure you heard Iwaizumi cursing Oikawa before the two of you make it to the staircase. "Let go." You hiss, when you reach the office. "I can walk on my own."

"Aw, you're so cute, trying to be an independent woman." He gushes. Before you can respond, he steps inside to hand over the sheets he had, and then takes hold of your hand. "Hurry, or we won't make it to the bus."

"The bus?" Your voice echoes while you hurried down the stairs, and you see him nodding while he races downstairs. Rushing out to the gate, you see the school bus, which the two of you get into.

"It's the first time you agreed to go on a date with me, so I need to take you out properly, right?" He said, when the two of you sit down. The bus engine starts, the vehicle moving slowly and making a turn to the main road.

"This isn't a date, it's just lunch."

"It's a lunch date."

"It's not."

"It's exactly a date."

You realize that there was no point in arguing with the boy anymore. A couple minutes of travelling later, the two of you step out in front of a fast food restaurant. It comes as a shock to you when he takes a hold of your - slightly sweaty - hand, and the two of you enter the place.

"Masumi-chan, did you know, I live near here."

"Here?" You ask, taking a seat by the window.

Oikawa gives a nod, sighing as he takes a glance around the ceiling. "Look, couples can carve their initials on the bark there." He points up, and sure enough, you see that there are multiple letters all over the ceiling, little hearts splatter everywhere. "But I'm not going to ask you to do that. I'm going to wait for the day you suggest that we do so." He smiles at you.

"You... No way. We aren't doing that."

The setter chuckles, and a few minutes later, the waitress arrives with plates of food for the two of you.

"One day, you'll tell me that you love me. I know it." He says, taking a bite out of his burger.

"No."

"Yes."

"No." You argue back. "I won't."

"We never run out of things to say to each other, don't we?"

"That's because you're a big lunkhead."

This makes Oikawa burst out laughing, his gaze not leaving you as he does do. "You know, Masumi-chan..." He hesitates a little, placing his burger down on the plate. "I never had trouble getting whatever I wanted... Whatever it was. But with you, it always feels like I'm never good enough for you."

You pause, wondering what the appropriate response to that would be. Oikawa was too good at making you pissed and then making your heart race with a few words he manages to form together in a decent manner. It wasn't fair.

Oikawa Tooru wasn't fair at all, and the more he became nicer to you, the more it pissed you off. It makes you feel conflicted, because what made you hate him so much in the first place was because he was being such an assshole. But now that he was nice to you...

"You piece of shit." You mumble, throwing a fry at him. This takes the setter off guard, yelping when the ketchup-dipped fry lands on his blazer.

"Look what you've done!" He cries, taking a napkin and pressing it against the cloth. You feel slightly accomplished when you see him freaking out, and Oikawa notices this, as well. "You really like torturing me, don't you, Masumi-chan?"

"Maybe." You respond. This earns a big grin from the boy, who crumples the napkin and places it aside.

"You are so adorable, Masumi-chan. I love you." He said, pressing his hands on his cheeks and blinking at you.

"S-shut up." You mutter, taking a handful of fries and eating them. It was your excuse of trying to hide how tongue-tied and embarrassed you felt whenever he said that. Now, that wasn't fair either. Why was this lunkhead so good at making you let your guard down?

"Hey, Masumi-chan, can I ask you for a favour?"

"What do you want?"

"Well..." He starts, taking a sip out of his milkshake. "Will you come see my match tomorrow?"

Your lips part while you glance at his face, his serious, determined face that sends a chill down your spine. There is silence for awhile as you scratch your hair, wondering what to say. You were sure that you'd end up going to watch the match, and you wondered what excuse you could give to him to make him not feel smug about you giving in.

"I'm going to crush Tobio-chan and Chibi-chan!" A wide smile spreads on his face suddenly, while he raises a clenched fist. "I'm totally ready for the match, so please go there to support me, okay?"

The sudden softness of his voice makes your heart skip a little, and your face scrunches up. Not at Oikawa, but at yourself, because you never even realized when you had gotten so weak to what the idiot had to say. You were no different than the girls who obsessed over him, and that makes you disgusted. You knew it was unfair and that you should hate the girls who were like that, but very unfairly, the hate goes straight to Oikawa himself, making you want to punch him each time you thought of it.

"You'll go, right?"

"Fine. Tobio and Hinata would want me to go support them, too." You mumble. This makes Oikawa pout, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But, Masumi-chan, I'm your boyfriend!" He whines. Really now, his whines were just as irritating as his existence.

"Since when?"

"You've always been mine, Masumi-chan. You just never noticed." He said, winking at you. You raise a hand to - do what? You weren't even sure what you intended, but when Oikawa glances at his wristwatch, you stop in your tracks. "We need to hurry, Masumi-chan! I have to take you back to class before lunch time finishes, or you might never go on a date with me again!"

Your mind was saying the word 'unfair' a lot, ever since you met Oikawa. He'd say something to piss you, but he was such a decent person at heart, so much that it wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair, the way he hurries to take you back onto the school bus without fail.

It wasn't fair, the way he walks you to class, all the way up to the other side of where his own class was.

It wasn't fair when he leaves with a little wave and big smile on his face.

Oikawa Tooru was horribly unfair, but you couldn't even get yourself to hate it anymore.