"Mr. Refreshing?"
Oikawa tentatively said, standing up and moving forward towards the pair. Petals of a flower that Oikawa could not for the life of him remember the name of were spinning around them carried by the late April wind.
"Oikawa-san?"
"Mr. Refreshing?"
Oikawa tentatively said, standing up and moving forward towards the pair. Petals of a flower that Oikawa could not for the life of him remember the name of were spinning around them carried by the late April wind.
"Oikawa-san?"
It was the start of beautiful Saturday morning. Bright sunshine, clear, blue skies, what could possibly happen?
I'll tell you what could happen.
Your pathetic excuse of a friend, Oikawa Tooru banging...