Revenge For My Scars Oikawa x Reader [7]

"(f/n)-chan are you ready to go?" Oikawa stood up at the door of the classroom and watched as you finished packing up your books in your bag. "How about I carry that for you."

"What?" You pushed in your desk and took up your bag. "No, I can carry it myself. It's not like my arms are broken." You started walking over towards him. As you got to the door, you passed him. As you passed him, your arms brushed against him.

"Just let me carry it. I want to."

You stopped. "...You're really creepy." You stretched out the arm with your bag in it to him.

"Let's go." He then walked passed you.

'I honestly don't get him. I know he's only being this way because I've changed both on the outside, but I've changed on the inside too, for the most part. I bet if I reverted back to my old self that he'd stop talking to me.' You thought as you walked out of the school building and through the school gates. 'I don't want to believe for a second that he actually loves and cares about me.' You glanced up at him and narrowed your brows. 'It's all bullshit.' The fierce wind danced around with your hair as you continued to walk. Your skirt was tempting to lift up and show your panties. 

"It's really windy today." Oikawa looked around and the fallen cherry blossom petals, some still being carried of by the wind.

You glanced away from him. "...Yeah."

'...Conversation is not going so well.' He thought and he glanced down at you.

"Hey." You started.

"Yeah?" He turned his head and smiled.

"Why were you such an asshole to me...before I mean?"

'! Shit, she brings that up?' He started to sweat. "I-I don't really know."

"! So you do remember! And what's worse 'You don't even have a reason for calling me what you did?!'

'I was set up just now, wasn't I.'

"And you wonder why I hate you! You're such a fucking bastard!" You reached out and snatched your bag away from him.

"W-Wait (f/n)-chan-"

"Don't talk to me ever again! As a matter of fact, I'd rather you just keep away from me!" You shouted. You began to storm off, leaving Oikawa there in the same spot, dumbfounded by everything that just went down. Just as you were walking a slick black limo drove up beside you. "Eh?" You looked to your right. Since Oikawa was not too far behind, he noticed this as well. One of the windows rolled down and right before you was a good-looking guy with a stern, rather intimidating face. 'What the heck? Why did he stop right here? Why is he looking at me like that?' Caught up in the midst of your thoughts, you failed to notice him get out of the car. 'W-Why is he getting out of the car?'

'It's that guy!' Oikawa eyes widened as he identified him.

As he got out, you immediately looked up. He was tall. Very tall. The young man towered over you as he took a few step closer to you. Sizing him up and down, you saw his outfit. A black suit with a maroon tie. A simple shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a chic vest with 7 buttons, it has a a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up. The jacket perfectly wraps around his body. It has a tight herringbone pattern which gives the suit a more formal and elegant look. "Good afternoon." He finally spoke."

"U-Um..." You were too scared to speak.

"My name is Wakatoshi Ushijima. I'd like you to be my girlfriend."

"Y-You're girlfriend?!" Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. 'This weirdo! We don't even know each other and he's asking me to be his girlfriend?!' "I-I can't be your girlfriend." You told him.

"Why not?"

"We don't even know each other!"

"What's your name?"

"Huh? (l/n) (f/n)."

"Now we know each other."

"!" You gave a big sigh. "Why don't you ask someone else to be your girlfriend?"

"I want you." Ushijima reached out a hands towards you. As he did, you flinched. But he only reached his hand out so that he could caress your cheek. "You're beautiful. I think I've fallen in love with you."

"!" 'Is this a joke?!'

"Hey! Ushijima-chan! Step away from my (f/n)-chan!"

"Oikawa?" At the hearing of his name, Ushijima looked up and yonder where Oikawa was. "Do you know (f/n)?"

"Of course I do!" He shouted in annoyance. "(f/n), get away from that bastard!"

"(f/n), are you going out with Oikawa?"

"What? Are you insane?! I would never go out with that bastard!"

"Then go out with me. I understand we just met, but I'd love to get to know you."

"...What kind of--!" As you glanced over at Oikawa from the corner of your eye, you could see his teeth grit and his eyes narrowed. He was pissed. 'I got it...How I'm going to exact my revenge.' Ushijima-san, was it?" Your voice became sweet all of a sudden. Your hand then came up over his that was still on your cheek and your finger slipped through his while your head soothed down into his palm. "I'd actually like the chance to get to know you." You smiled softly as you looked earnestly into his eyes.

"!" 'What is she doing...?'

"!" Ushijima was taken aback by your actions and blushed. "Where were you headed to? I'll take you there."

"I was just on my way home?"

"Then get in the car." Ushijima opened the car door for you. "I'll take your bag." As said, he did just that.

'Wait a se-'

"Alright, thank you." Ushijima let you slid in the limo and him afterwards.

'(f/n)-' The car door shut and drove off after making a u-turn. Oikawa's eyes were open wide from the disbelief. The girl that he liked was now being taken away by his rival.

'I'm so glad this opportunity came along. With this, now I can get revenge on Oikawa, I'll 'go out' with Ushijima and make Oikawa sick with depression. I'll just simply break his heart.' "Actually Ushijima-san, would it be alright if I call you by your first name?" You asked him.

"If that's what you want."

"Okay then, Wakatoshi-kun." You giggled. Ushijima blushed yet again. After telling him your address, you both rode all the way to your house.

"I'll be picking you up in the morning as well as dropping you home."

"But...don't you have school too? That wouldn't work."

"It works because I'm not in high school."

"! You're not in high school?" 'He's not in high school?! Did I just give an old man my address?!'

"I graduated a year ago, so it's fine."

"O-Oh...Alright. If you don't mind. Thank you for dropping me home." After giving your thanks, you walked up to your door, unlocked it and walked inside. 'This seems wrong but, I need to do this. I know he's been a bit of a hero lately, but that still doesn't justify what he's done. I don't have time to be a warm-hearted person with him or others in that class.'