〔 𝟎𝟐:𝟏𝟑𝐩𝐦 〕 “can i join you?”
you jump at the sudden voice, nearly knocking over your fresh cup of cold brew. physics had completely taken over every nook and cranny of your mind, so much so that you hadn’t noticed your best friend walk up to the table you were sitting at. the shock on your face is met with a lighthearted chuckle.
“sorry for scaring you,” oikawa teases as he plops himself down in the seat across from you. you can’t help but admire the way the sunlight kisses his features. it’s almost unreal how handsome he is, how his hair falls so perfectly on his forehead, how warm and inviting his eyes are. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
you’re caught off guard, but you playfully roll your eyes as you reach over to touch his face.
“you have something on your face,” you sigh, carefully wiping away at the imaginary, nonexistent eyelash on his cheek. you immediately resume your study session, praying that the jumble of equations written in your notebook will distract you from the heat spreading across your cheeks.
you hate yourself for getting so nervous and worked up whenever you’re with him, despite the amount of time you’ve already spent together. you hate yourself for stealing glances at him whenever he’s not looking and especially when he catches you staring. but most of all, you hate yourself for getting your hopes up.
best friends to lovers?
that stuff only happens in the movies.