Key:

h/c = hair color | h/l = hair length | h/s = hairstyle

     It's a bright morning, the sun rising slowly above the hilltops, brightening the Earth with its sunshine. A slight breeze ruffles the brown-haired male walking out of his household, looking up at the sky and breathing in deeply.

     He breathes out after being refreshed by the crisp air and starts to walk toward the concrete sidewalk.

     It is a spring morning, so there's a bitter cold in the wind. The teenage boy wears his school uniform, containing a light blue button-up, red tie, khaki vest, white cardigan, light brown patterned pants, and a peach-colored wrap-around scarf.

     He holds on tightly to his white, dark grey, and turquoise satchel carrying his school books and supplies. He continues to walk along the sidewalk, passing by other houses and glancing at the cars driving by to go to work.

     He stops at one brick house with white fencing, walks up to the front door, and knocks. After a couple of minutes, the door unlocks and another male teen appears in front of him.

     "Hey," The guy states, straight-faced. He wears the same uniform and satchel, but with a blue scarf instead. His hair is slightly spiky in the back and short around his face frame. He also has sharp eyes while staring at the boy in front of him, before locking his door behind him.

    "Hi, Iwa-Chan!" The brown-haired teen waves, smiling at him. The two begin to walk side by side along the sidewalk toward their destination.

     During the walk, the world is waking up, the sky above them becoming brighter and bluer. Crows fly above them and the neighborhood fills with the tweeting of other bird species waking from their nest.

     The two teens walk in silence, some small talk about volleyball practice or upcoming matches.

     It takes less than half an hour for them to reach their destination, Aoba Johsai, or Seijoh, High School. It is a large building, similar to the offices of an important company. There are two other buildings, the gyms, separated by sport and gender, and the courtyard in between.

     The teens walk into the front entrance of the school, some other kids in the halls, talking or opening their lockers. A basket is at the doorway, papers stacked on top with a small sign, 'School Paper'.

     The brunette decides to grab the paper out of the basket, intrigued and wondering if his club made it to the front page once again. As he and his friend walk to the smaller lockers to change their shoes, the brunette glances at the headline.

     "Hey, Iwa, we didn't make it to the front page this week," He elbows his friend to grab his attention.

     "Oh, boo-hoo. Sad that the fangirls won't use it as an excuse to come up to you?" The teen named Iwa scoffs, not looking up and taking his shoes off.

     "Hey! Leave them out of this, they mean well," The brunette defends, staring back at the front paper and slowly taking his shoes off.

     "So who's on it?" Iwa questions, placing the school shoes on and taking off his scarf.

     "A girl, apparently she's in the same class as us. She played at the talent show last Friday and won by a landslide," He eyes the paper, taking lines out from it.

     "That's cool, what was the prize?" His friend mumbles through his scarf, which is on his head as he struggles to take it off.

     "A small scholarship for college," He squints at the paper. He sets the paper on top of the shoe lockers and begins to take off his shoes to switch them to the school-appropriate shoes. Once they are ready, he snatches the paper from on top and they begin to roam the halls.

     "What's so interesting about the paper Oikawa?" His friend asks him, and every time he looks at him, he's looking down at the paper.

     "The girl is pretty," Oikawa bluntly proclaims. As they roam the halls, some girls in a similar uniform, but with a skirt, stare at Oikawa as he walks past, blushing or whispering to their nearby friends. "Ugh, I can't see anything."

     "Did you forget to put your contacts in?" Iwa wonders.

    "Yeah," Oikawa pouts.

     He swings his satchel in front of him, flips the flap up, and sticks his hand inside to fish out his glasses case. He succeeds and places his black frames on his face.

     "Ah, much better," Oikawa smiles at himself, reading the paper with no problem this time. Some girls walk in front of them, stopping the boys in their place.

     "O-Oikawa-senpai! I made you something this morning-," A petite girl with blonde pigtails blushes furiously while holding up a wrapped box in front of Oikawa.

     "Oh! Why thank you, I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast this morning so it truly helps," Oikawa places his paper under his arm while he grabs the present, knowing with full knowledge it was food. "You're truly a gem."

     Oikawa winks at the girl, making her melt and sigh in her spot, before strutting away with her hands buried in her face.

     "Seriously? The day hasn't even started yet," The spiky-haired boy complains, walking to his homeroom.

     "Oh come on Iwa-chan, no need to be jealous!" Oikawa laughs at him, opening the box and following from behind.

     Oikawa continues to tease his friend while they walk toward their homeroom.

     Finishing up the small treat that the girl gave him, he finds the nearest trash can to throw away the remains. He then grabs the paper again to find the name of the girl on the paper, while also staring at her picture. She wore a regal black dress, a mic in her hand, and her mouth open, singing. He could almost hear what her voice could sound like staring at the photo. He scans the paper, making sure he's still following Iwa, and finds the girl's name.

     "Hey! Iwa, do you know a L/N F/N?" Oikawa repeats the name he finds.

     "Yeah, she's in our homeroom, the h/c-haired girl," Iwa recalls the girl in their class. "She also has a few other classes with us."

     "Yeah, that's her..." Oikawa focuses on the fact that Iwa confirmed what she looks like, not the fact that they have many classes with her.

     They get to their homeroom, slide the door, and enter. Several other third years are already sitting down at desks and leaning over to talk to those around them. The boys walk between the aisles to their seats, Oikawa sitting behind his friend.

     "Hey, L/N! I saw you were in the newspaper, good job!" Oikawa hears the familiar name fill his ears, though also Iwa's voice complimenting the girl.

     "Hey, Iwaizumi! Thanks!" A cheery, and a little bit tired, female voice replies back.

     Oikawa has his face buried in the newspaper so he peaks above the paper, staring at the girl. Instantly his heart begins to swell up, and his insides are churning, butterflies are what it's called?

     He stares at the girl for a while, her medium-length wavy hair, h/c, and it's pulled in a h/s. Her curtain bangs are styled perfectly, framing her face. Her skin is a little tanned, and the uniform fits her perfectly.

     She talks to Iwaizumi for a little bit, and Oikawa couldn't hide the fact that she has a nice smile when talking, and how lovely her eyes glimmered. Once the two are done talking, L/N adjusts to face the front of the class, hunches slightly and begins to flip through a book in her hands. She leans on one arm, looking down at the book.

     "Hey, you look weird staring at her like that," Iwaizumi puts a finger on the top of the newspaper, forcing it down to face Oikawa, breaking his gaze.

     "I can't help it," Oikawa whispers, whining.

     "Why don't you go talk to her?" Iwaizumi's eyebrows curve up, confused at his friend's actions.

     "I- uh," Oikawa tries to find an excuse, but nothing comes to mind.

     "How is she any different than the other girls you talk to?" Iwaizumi questions. Oikawa ignores him, continuing to stare at the girl.

     "That's a good question," Oikawa mumbles to himself.