"thats the woodshop room, thats the bathroom, theres also a couple more in the building-" oikawa droned on and on, labeling every single thing he found revelant as hanamaki and him passed them. "the first year math room," he said gesturing to a room on the left, "the second year math room," he continued pointing to the room right after it, "oh," he exclaimed lightly, "what class do you have again?" he asked, slowing his pace a bit.

"art," hanamaki said simply, letting out a light sigh, he wasn't frustrated, simply drained.

"ohh~" oikawa said, his tone quite amused, stopping in the middle of the, half empty, halls.

"what? why do you say it like that?" the brownish pink haired boy asked, stopping alongside the taller male.

"oooh nothing~," oikawa mused. hanamaki rolled his eyes at the latters comment.

"really? what are you twelve?" hanamaki replied, his eyebrows furrowed but his lips in the form of a smile.

"on a scale of one to ten," oikawa scoffed, making his way into a room which he had not yet labeled, hanamaki followed behind, assuming it was the art room due to its brightly colored walls and door. "oh this is the art room," oikawa said in an oblivious tone, as if hanamaki hadn't picked that up already

"i was guessing so," hanamaki said shaking his head a bit.

"oh and thats-"

"oikawa you dont have to point out everything to me," hanamaki interrupted the brunette, rolling his eyes a little then letting out a small air filling laugh.

"mattsun," oikawa finished the sentence anyways, gesturing to an object behind hanamaki. he turned to see that he was, in fact, behind him. he looked just as he did in the picture, dark wavy hair, thick well kept eyebrows, and the same smug look on his face as he scanned the slightly shorter pink haired boy before him.

"oh," hanamaki said simply, chewing on the inside of his cheek a little, 'shit hes hot, do i look bad right now? what is he thinking? is he staring at me? speak dude,' before i could continue to say something, the other boy spoke.

"hey," he said in a simple tone, furrowing his brows the slightest bit, and that smile still on his face.

"hii," hanamaki replied, his tone a bit awkard, but mattsun hadnt noticed. oikawa took a seat at the end of the table then patted the seat to his left, the noise caught hanamakis attention that was formally on the beauty in front of him, switched to oikawa, and he walked over taking a seat by him.

"oikawa?" mattsun said in a sort of confused tone, hanamaki looked over from oikawa to the thick browed boy.

"what, hes new, pull up a chair or something," oikawa said most likely referring to the fact that hanamaki was in mattsuns seat.

"oh this is your seat?" hanamaki asked furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

"oh yeah, but you can sit there, i dont care," mattsun said taking a chair from another table.

"actually, i was gonna say 'sucks'," hanamaki said, leaning forward a bit onto the table, cocking his head to the side with a sly smile as he watched the dark haired boy pull up a chair and take a seat on the other side of the table.

"oh?" mattsun replied in an amused tone, letting a laugh out before furrowing his brows, with a rather devilish smile as he added, "sucks hm? in the good way or the bad way?" he asked causing hanamakis cheeks to flush, which in turn caused mattsun to laugh a bit.

oikawa smiled at the two, then raised a brow, "wow you guys are getting along well, im starting to think you dont need me anymore," he commented.

"its probably because we dont," mattsun said reaching over to the pat the brunettes head.

oikawa scoffed, "you are so rude," he said crossing his arms over his chest.

"i get it from my dad," mattsun joked causing oikawa to turn a bright red shade.

"shut up! you know i hate that joke, only i can call him that," oikawa said in a flustered tone shaking his head several times.

"woah, what? whos your dad?" hanamaki asked confused of the situation.

"oh, i call him mom and iwaizumi dad, have you met iwa?" mattsun asked, placing his elbows on the table, chin in the palm of his hand.

"yeah, i have,"

"well, it gets mom over here-" he said gesturing to oikawa, "all flustered when i call iwaizumi dad," mattsun said, his lips curling into a smile. "wonder why?" he teased.

"probably gives him flashbacks," hanamaki suggested in a joking tone with a sly smile looking over at the brunette who was now as red as a tomato.

"woaaah, good one, new guy," mattsun said, smiling slyly at the pink haired boy, "oh, i didnt even get your name?"

"hanamaki,"

"hanamaki..." mattsun ponders a bit, "makki," he said simply.

"huh?"

"i'll call you makki, alright?" he said, causing 'makkis' cheeks to heat up a bit, he nodded at the boy across from him.

"hello! you guys are ignoring me again?" oikawa whined.

"oh sorry, mom," mattsun said simply.

"MATTSUN!" oikawa exclaimed, reaching across the table and shoving mattsun roughly.