Revenge For My Scars Oikawa x Reader [4]

It was after school and you didn't feel like going home yet, so you just wandered around the school just for the hell of it. "(f/n)-chan! Would you like to be the manager of the baseball team?!" A group of boys huddled around you in the middle, stopping you from your walk. Each individual that you saw, had bright red blush dusted over their cheeks as they gazed at you.

"What? But...I don't even know the first thing about baseball..." You blinked at them.

"That's okay! It doesn't matter!"

"Uh..."

"(f/n)-chan! Be the manager of the judo team!"

"Huh?"

"No! The basketball team!" Another boy called out. So many students came your way, asking you to be their manager. And to each one of them, you didn't know what to say.

"You guys are all crazy if you think (f/n)-chan is going to be the manager of your clubs."

"Oikawa!" The cluster of boys looked back and found the very popular handsome young man strolling down the hallway towards them with his hands inside his pockets and wearing a smile upon his lips.

"This guy again...." You mumbled as you rolled your eyes.

"(f/n)-chan, let's go hang out." He called out towards you. You just glared at him. Finally having enough of seeing his face, you turned your back on him.

"I don't really care for these clubs to be honest with you all, but if you want, I'll visit and chose the one I like the most. Fair enough?" You folded your arms over your chest.

"In that case, we'll be going first!" The captain of the baseball team started.

"Why do you get to bring her first. Basketball is way better than baseball!" The captain of the basketball team jested.

"Hah!? Are you stupid? Baseball is better!"

"You're both idiots!" The judo captain stepped forward. "Judo is way better!"

"*Sigh*" You shook your head and started walking away.

"(f/n)-chan!" Oikawa called out towards you sweetly.

"Stay away from me you creep!" You shouted.

"Come on," He caught up to you in no time and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Let's just go, the two of us. It'll be my treat."

"...Heh."

"?"

"Sure." You gave him a gentle smile. "Why don't you wait for me out front while I go back and get my bag from the classroom."

"Really? I knew you couldn't resist me (f/n)-chan. Don't take too long, okay." He waved as he started walking away down the hall.

"I won't~" You waved back to him. As soon as the popular student turned his back, you frowned in disgust. 'I can't believe he actually thought that I would actually want to hang out with him. He must be delusional.' You rolled your eyes and went in the classroom to fetch your bag from off of its hook. 'I'll just leave through the back of the school. It might be a longer walk home, but at least it'll save me the trouble of being with him.' As you walked over to it, you took it up and turned right back around to leave the classroom.

"(l/n)-san, you haven't gone home yet?"

"Okano-sensei." You looked up at your home economics teacher who stood, leaned up against the door frame with his arms crossed. You couldn't see his eyes because the rays of the sun were reflecting off of his glasses, but would you could see, was the smirk plastered on his face. One thing about him, was that he was popular among the girls because he was handsome and nice, but you weren't like the other girls because he was just a regular teacher to you. You bowed slightly towards him and continued to walk towards the door. Within each step you took, you noticed that he wasn't moving out of the way yet. "Um, sensei, may I pass?"

"Hm? Ah, yes. So sorry about that." He turned to the side so that his back was leaning up against the door frame. You gave him a slight glance before continuing on your way. "*Sniiif~* What a nice sent."

"Eh?" You whipped your head around to look at him. 'Did I hear wrong?' "Did you say something, sensei?"

"Ah, no. Have a nice day (l/n)-san. Make sure you get home safely."

"...Yes." You bowed once more and walked down the hallway. 'What the hell was that all about?'

The next day, at lunch time, a group of the girls in your class were chattering all together in one cluster.

"I just can't wait for home economics later today!" One girl squealed.

"I know what you mean! Okano-sensei is so handsome! And his hair is such a beautiful red! Ah~ It suits him so well. I wonder if it's his natural hair color." Another started.

"Well of course that's not his real hair color! He must have dyed it that color."

"Probably, but he still looks hot!"

"Definitely!" The whole cluster squealed at once, catching a few of the boys attention.

"Hm~ And what are you lovely ladies talking about?"

"Oikawa-san!" The girl turned back and saw the smiling snake with soft eyes as he looked upon them. "We were talking about Okano-sensei."

"You mean our home economics teacher?"

"Yeah! Majority of the girls in our grade go swoon for him, 'cause he's just that good-looking."

"Oh really?"

"Yup!"

"But do you know why Okano-sensei transferred here in the middle of the year the way he did. It was rumored from a school that a few of my girlfriends attend, and that he used to teach at, that he was of a pervert."

"What!?" Everyone was surprised. They brought their faces closer to listen more.

"It's true. He only target's pretty girls. Some girl was a victim of him and said that he used to feel up her butt, rub her shoulders a lot and all that creepy stuff. But that's only half of it. She got special treatment from him, getting awesome grades in his class, all because she was her 'favorite' student. But that's just a rumor I heard. It can't be true because Okano-sensei is an angel!"

"No way, that does sound a bit creepy. I hope it really is just a rumor."

"..." Oikawa just listened to them as they continued to talk. His vision then shifted over towards you, who was eating their lunch silently. 'He target's pretty girls, huh. If that's the case, then my (f/n) might just be his next victim.'

Later on in the day in home economics class, you were learning how to bake a simple strawberry shortcake cake. Everyone was paired up with someone and the ingredients along with the necessary tools were present in front of everyone. Aprons and bandannas so that no one would get food in their hair of clothes.

"I can't wait to start!" A girl name Mako gave a bright grin to you a she said so. She was the partner that Okano had paired you up with.

"Oh, yes." You didn't feel like talking much so you gave her a small nod along with those short words.

"Alright everyone," Started Okano-sensei. "Sensei's not feeling too well enough to teach like he should, so I put the recipe's instructions up on the board for you to use. If anyone needs help," Okano then directed his vision towards you and smiled. "And I mean anyone, just call me over and I'll be there."

'Did he just look my way on purpose?'

"Yes~!" The class responded and then got to work.

"(f/n)-chan, you'll be making me a special cake later on, right?" Oikawa called out to you from behind. The guy was literally right behind you, and that was what was irritating you. "I would love if I could get a taste of something you made."

You looked back at your annoying classmate. "I hope you choke on the batter and die." Your glare was as sharp as ever. You then turned back around and got started.

A few minutes later, Okano had gotten up from his seat and was walking around, giving tips and pep talk to the students who were trying their best.

"Ah! Okano-sensei," Mako called him over. "Can you please check if everything looks good for us?"

"Of course I can, Nakano-san. I'll be right there." Okano made his way over towards your station with his hand behind his back. As he got there, he stood behind and over you, examining the bowl filled with batter. "Oh no, it looks like the batter is not fully mixed yet." He said.

"Really?"

"Yes. It's a good thing you called me over Nakano-san. (l/n)-san, how about I show you how to mix this?" He offered while reaching over and grabbing the whisk from the bowl.

"Um...Yes, sensei." You awkwardly replied.

"Okay, Nakano-san, (l/n)-san, watch closely now." He said. He handed you the whisk and then placed his hand right over your.

"!" As his had sat on top of yours, your got a chill. Not a good one, but a bad one. It felt like Okano was caressing you hand more than just helping you with mixing. He leaned down closer to you to where his lips were right next to your ear. His other hand was rested comfortably on your shoulder, to his liking. "O-Okano-sensei?" 

"Hm?"

"Um...Could you-"

"Okano-sensei." A voice from behind had caught Okano's attention.

"Hm?" Okano let up off of you completely and looked back behind him to where Oikawa and his partner were.

"I thought you weren't feeling well, sensei. If you have something contagious,"Oikawa's eyes then shifted up towards Okano. "Then I'd like it very much if don't get too close to (f/n) so that she wouldn't catch it." His piercing gaze towards his teacher got Okano sweating a bit and had him back off. This was one time that Oikawa did not feel like smiling.

"Oh, you're right, Oikawa-kun." I'm so sorry about that (l/n)-san."

"No, it's fine." You didn't even turn around to look him in the face. Instead, you rubbed your arms to shave off the goosebumps that had risen on your skin. For the rest of the class, you kept your eyes down on the desk and let Mako do all the work.