BONUS
THE UNFORTUNATE TUTOR

THE SUN PEAKED UP IN THE CERULEAN SKY as it embezzled the cemented streets of the Miyagi Prefecture. Citizens of different ages frolic around the sidewalk of the station; one, in particular, was holding up a bouquet of tulips and a red decorated-box while chanting incoherent phrases that may sound like incantations for a love potion. Though, it was only Oikawa practicing his usual cheesy pick-up lines. His chocolate eyes stared down on the screen of his phone as they shone in excitement with the 'ping' of a notification.

'SHE'S HERE!'

Oikawa lifted his chin and scanned around the train station, hoping to find a certain H/C-headed female walking through the crowd. His orbs soon landed on her, and like it was an instinct, Oikawa smiled brightly from the sight. "L/N-CHAN! LOOK OVER HERE!" The Seijoh captain called you out, bouncing up and down on his toes to get your attention.

Of course, your ears quickly caught his calls right away.

You quickly saw the sight of the male's excessive waving through the numbers of people strolling around the platform. Your eyes stared at the enthusiastic brunette with an unruffled demeanor as you quietly walked over to his calls. You sighed out and stopped yourself from facepalming. "Why did I agree to this again?" You mumbled to yourself and shook your head.

"L/N-chan! You're as beautiful as ever!" The brunette hummed and grinned once you approached him.

You cocked a brow and glanced over yourself, "I'm wearing sweatpants and an oversized shirt, Oikawa-san. Your beauty standards must be moderately poor." You commented, shifting your gaze back to the male in front of you.

Oikawa pouted his lips and deliriously shook his head, "Then you're basically saying that your beauty is poor, L/N-chan! Although fashion does help bring out a person's charisma, you'd look beautiful in everything!" The brunette claimed proudly. He then held up the bouquet against his chest and cleared his throat.

"I also got you some tulips. I passed by a flower shop awhile ago and thought of giving you something that could brighten up your home!"

You took the bunch of flowers out of his hands, deeming the warmth of his slim fingers as it brushed against yours lightly. "You shouldn't have to buy me something, Oikawa-san. I should be the one to give you my gratitude because you'll tutor me later on." You spoke, the faro of the pink tulips wafting through your nose.

The Seijoh volleyball captain shrugged his shoulders, "But I want to. So it's useless if you'll stop me in the future." The male winked and stepped up to you. "Shall we?" He gestured over to the stairs leading to the exit, staring straightly at your tenous eyes.

"You make it seem like this is a date." You pointed out but acquiesced the male's instruction. "Again, if you do anything, I'd make sure your jewels are cracked and unpretty anymore." You went ahead of him, clutching gently on the base of the bouquet to prevent the petals from falling.

"Who says my jewels are pretty? Have you seen them already? I'd be happy to show you, L/N-chan!" Oikawa teased, taking long strides to catch up with your brisk pacing. He promptly shut his mouth when he saw your mirthless expression and muttered out an apology as the both of you left the station.

"Hey, L/N-chan."

"Yes, Oikawa-san?"

"Heh, nothing. Your last name rolls nicely from my tongue." Oikawa hummed aloud, skipping beside the tall female merrily. His almond-shaped eyes would often glance over at your promenade state and would quickly divert them away once you noticed his enthralled gaze.

Both of you finally arrived at your humble abode. You slid the door open and stepped inside, trying to brush off Oikawa's cheery humming as you arranged your flip-flops back into the shoe rack. "Feel at home." You spoke out, looking briefly over your shoulder to find a wiggling brunette who's taking his rubber shoes off with such difficulty.

"You know you could untie your shoelace, right?" The female commented, her eyes staring at the captain with a deploring expression.

Oikawa huffed out in frustration, finally pulling out his shoes with his maximum strength. "Too lazy to untie them." The male replied, rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly— though his main reason unto why he was trying his hardest to pull his shoes off is due to his exhilaration towards their awaited tutoring session.

He also believed that this tutoring session will be taking place inside a certain someone's bedroom.

Don't think anything eccentric nor perverse, guys.

"So, am I just gonna place my stuff here, or I'll just bring them up to your room?" The brunette chirped, gladly advancing over to your side.

You tilted your head, your brows knitting together puzzledly from the captain's words. "What do you mean my room? We'll study in the living room, Oikawa-san." You stated, leaving his side as you walked over to the doorway that leads to the common room.

Oikawa frowned while he watched your back proceed away from him. He billowed out a sigh and lightly slapped both of his cheeks with his hands, 'Don't lose hope, Oikawa! She'll warm up to you as soon as you know it!' He thought to himself and smiled in fiery perseverance that any brave warrior would be proud of it.

He followed you from behind, his curious eyes now flashing between picture frames that hang around the cream walls of the female's residence. One picture showcased a little girl who was at the age of around 8-9. The tiny white dobok clings onto the girl's body as a gold medal hangs around her lilliputian neck. Her smile could compete with the sun's brightest days while her eyes twinkled brightly like diamonds in the night-onyx sky.

She was so cheerful back then.

"I'll get us some snacks. You could set up your things over there." You instructed, pointing over to the oak coffee table at the center of the living room. Oikawa hummed and gave you a nod of his head before skipping over to the leather couch. He set his belongings on top of the squared-table in front of him, then positioned himself comfortably on the soft cushions, continuing his curious adventure on finding more intel about the female taekwondo athlete.

Unfortunately, the only things his eyes could find are her achievements in the said-sport. He almost choked on his spit when he noticed a specific jacket hanging at the coat stand by the doorway. 'S-She's in the national youth team?!' Flabbergasted, Oikawa kept his eyes on their country's flag sewn on the upper-front of the jacket.

His lips frowned from the sight of all these achievements. You already had a bright future ahead of you, but the only thing Oikawa got was the 'Best Setter' award back in Middle School. He sighed out and grinned bitterly to himself, "I'm out of her league." The captain murmured under his breath.

"You're out of who's league?" A female voice butted in, which almost made Oikawa jumped out of his seat out of fright.

"L/N-chan! You scared me!" The brunette gasped and placed his hand over his chest, calming his poor-shaken heart from the sudden cut-off. His attention drifted off to the female athlete.

Her brows furrowed together as her eyes squinted in Oikawa's direction. With both of her hands, she held a blue tray full of snacks and two small juice cartons, which kids usually drink during their recess. Y/N positioned the tray on top of the coffee table, making sure it wouldn't just fall off easily or accidentally, and quietly sat beside the tensed brunette.

The copper springs of the couch croaked out like tiny frogs; the fabrics of the cushions starting to crease once the two high schoolers snug comfortably on their seat. None exchanged any words at all. Maybe it was because of someone being too shy or too much of a coward to speak to the quiet vixen; it may be because of someone having no idea nor experience in trying to start up a simple conversation with her tutor.

"So... Apple or Grape?"

"What?"

"The juice flavors. I don't know what flavor you liked, so I brought an Apple one and a Grape one." Y/N explained, gesturing her head over to the two juice boxes on the tray.

Oikawa's mouth morphed into an 'O' shape, almost looking like a Magikarp in Pokemon, and pointed over to one of the juice cartons. "Apple, please." He answered her pending question, thanking the tall female after receiving the small box. His round-beaded eyes stared at the cute apple design of the kiddie drink— amused that a cold-looking girl like Y/N would get quenchers like this. He punctured the juice box with the red straw at the required spot and took a quick sip, trailing his eyes over to the girl when she reached the ripe banana on the tray.

She peeled the banana off and gave the yellow fruit to the Volleyball athlete. Oikawa was taken aback by the unexpected action of the Taekwondo captain and couldn't help but feel bees buzzing inside his stomach like they were ready to pollinate magnificent flowers that bloomed on a fresh spring day. "Awwwww, L/N-chan! You're peeling a banana for me!" The male gushed out, cooing in a teasing manner as he took the banana off of her hand.

"Oikawa-san, it's just a banana."

"But you peeled it for me!"

The corner of Y/N's lips turned up as her facial expression morphed into confusion before it shortly altered into amusement, with the female letting out a stifled chuckle from the guy's peculiar statement. "That's weird, Oikawa-san." She smiled lightly, but Oikawa didn't have time to reply. In fact, his whole body and mind froze from another unexpected scene that was playing in front of him.

She was smiling because of HIM.

Y/N quickly noticed Oikawa's sudden quiet expression and cleared her throat, reverting again to her reserved demeanor. "Should we start already?" She spoke out, diminishing the awkward silence that happened momentarily ago.

Oikawa got out of his trance and quickly finished his banana, clumsily dumping the peel on the coffee table out of a hurry and not catching the skin falling on the ground accidentally.

"Oh yeah, let's... Let's start!"

Just as he stood up from his seat, his left foot caught the banana peel, and like how a fish rod's hook caught a fish; the wind rushed through his body as Oikawa stopped himself from making any more body contact with the H/C-haired female by propping both of his elbows at the side of her head.

Their faces were inches apart from one another. Y/N could feel his shaky banana breath by the tip of her lips. Her wide E/C-colored irises moved between his mouth to his enticing eyes of dark chocolate that could make any girl fall under his spell in seconds. From how close the proximity the two are, the female could feel the warm body heat resonating from the male on top of her. She didn't expect this would happen during a tutoring session.

Oikawa halted in his place as his mind was processing what's happening at this very moment. He stared at her shocked doll-like face and was about to apologize and get off of her.

"L/N-chan, I'm so so-"

"Y/N, dear!~ I'm homee!~" A pitched deep-masculine voice that was unpleasing for everyone's ears to hear sang out through the hallway of the residence and an adult man in his 40s trudged inside the living room at the exact moment. The man stood in his place once he found the two on the couch in an unusual position.

Oikawa could only stare back at the man with such horror to the point where he could have a role as a thriller movie character. On the other hand, Y/N turned her head to the side and greeted the newcomer with her usual blank voice.

"Welcome home, Dad."

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