"Oi, practice is over." Iwaizumi glances over at Oikawa who still hasn't made a move to clean up with the rest of the team. Iwaizumi takes a deep breath, letting Oikawa know he's going to repeat himself until Oikawa cuts him off.

"Don't wait up for me today."

Iwaizumi's face scrunches up in irritation at his friend's insistence to stay and practice longer. "You better not slack off for morning practice tomorrow..." he trails off, "and you better leave by five okay?" Looking at Oikawa's nod in agreement, he finally picks up his bag and makes his way out of the gym.

Once the doors to the gym finally shut, Oikawa takes a deep breath before more brooding thoughts seep into his mind. Reaching out to grab a drink from his water bottle, he lets out a sigh at the realization that it was empty.

Loosening his grip around the bottle for a moment, Oikawa lets his arm drop back to his side before walking over to the gym doors. Going out of the gym, he makes his way into the school to refill his water bottle. Oikawa trudges to his destination, his water bottle clenched in his hand as he tried to fight the present worries that were once again weighing him down. His thoughts come to a stop once he reaches the water fountain and focuses on filling up the water bottle.

After capping the water bottle, he turns around, planning to head back to the gym--only for his eye to catch a lone figure through the wide crack of the door leading to the art club room. He saw you many times, noticing that both of you guys stayed longer after club activities. Curiously, he makes slow and quiet steps towards the doors of the art club room, taking a glimpse though the open crack leading into the room.

Your hair was messily tied back, eyes narrowed and concentrated on the canvas in front of you. Oikawa watched your side profile and couldn't help but feel intrigued seeing you so focused.

Quietly backing away from the door, he made his way back to the gym to get some more practice in.

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Your brows furrowed and your nose crinkled at the canvas in front of you. It didn't take long for you to notice that there was something off about the painting. The part that frustrated you the most was trying to figure out what it lacked.

Leaning back in your seat, your chest heaves up for a moment to take a deep breath before you let out a loud exhale, scratching away an itch at the tip of your nose as you closed your eyes to rest for a second. Unfortunately, this was one of many paintings that seemed to be lacking substance recently. Practicing different techniques and experimenting with different colors, you thought that if you put in extra time on those aspects after club activities, your slump would be solved. However, that didn't seem to be the case. Your open your eyes and turn to glance at the clock.

Deciding to leave earlier today, you clear and clean your materials before packing up to leave the art clubroom. You have had this routine going on since you've joined the art club a year ago where an hour after all the clubs leave, you would stay behind and continue working. Recently, you would see Oikawa leave the school around the same time as you. Although you have never properly met Oikawa, you decided that it would be safer to be around him while you go home considering that it had started to get darker out earlier. What you didn't account for was that every time you entered the train cart, he would sit on the other end of the three seater seat you've assigned yourself to without fail.

Since you decided to leave earlier, you pass by the gym and out of your own curiosity, peer inside through the window. Your eyes catch Oikawa's strong gaze as his arm sends a powerful snap to the volleyball which speeds over the net. Although you didn't know much about volleyball, seeing a spectacle like that made you stare in awe.

Your awe was cut short when you saw Oikawa's gaze trailing over to the door and right at you. Staggering back quickly, you shuffle away from the door and continue walking to your intended destination in haste, hoping he hadn't seen your face that well and just assumed it was a fan that stayed back to catch a glimpse of him.

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Once on the train, you sit in your usual spot, hoping you wouldn't have to run into Oikawa today. You cringed slightly at the thought of being reminded of the ridiculous expression he saw you in when you guys caught each other's eyes. He was still practicing when you left so you reassured yourself there was no way you'd see him today.

Like the world attempting to spite you just for the heck of it, you notice a familiar figure wearing a volleyball jersey sitting beside you rather than his usual spot. You unconsciously flinch at the sudden familiarity he gave off as he lets out a chuckle, causing you turn to look at him.

You blinked at him warily. "Um...Can I help you?"

Currently sporting an amused grin, Oikawa shakes his head. "Nope, but I think I can help you." He points right at the tip of your nose. Noticing your confused expression, he pulls out his phone so you could see your reflection.

...Your reflection sporting a big red splotch of dried paint right at the tip of your nose. You instantly flush and rub the paint off your nose harshly as you hear Oikawa laughing at you but still holding up his phone so you could see yourself.

A couple minutes later, all that is left is a pink mark on the tip of your nose from the remains of the paint. Sighing in your reflection on the phone, only then do you glance over to Oikawa who looked genuinely amused by the whole fiasco. You offer a sheepish grin. "Uh, thanks for that."

He sends you a broad smile in return. "No problem~" His smile remains on his face as he pulls his phone back in his pocket. "So, I saw you watching me practice today."

You flush a little, embarrassed that your face was seen in your moment of awe and quietly made a grumble of agreement. "I was a little curious..." You trail off. "I suppose you were a little curious too when you peeked into the art clubroom?"

His eyes widen slightly before they resume back to their regular size. "Eh~ You saw me?" He pouts. "I thought for sure I wasn't noticed."

You laugh a little, shifting in your seat slightly. "You might have to work on that."

"Hmm so I can come visit you there sometime?" He grins, his eyes lighting up mischievously.

Your face instinctively scrunches up and Oikawa pouts again.

"I didn't even do anything to bother you yet!" He whines.

Yet. Your thoughts retort but you don't voice them. You give him a small smile. "Once in a while would be fine."

Oikawa perks up at your response and gives you a wink while saying, "then you should come watch my practice too!"

Thinking back to that awe you felt from seeing his practice earlier that day, you find yourself nodding to his proposal. "Hmm...deal." Suddenly, you could feel your stomach rumble, reminding you of the milk bread you skipped out on eating that lunch.

Remembering you had packed milk bread in your bag, you take it from your bag before proceeding to open the package and tear the bread in half. You hand one half to Oikawa who looks a little confused at the sudden gesture. "It's milk bread. I just thought that you might be a little hungry after practice."

He grins and takes one half of the bread. "These are my favorite, thanks~"

You smile at him in return. "Well that's convenient." As he takes his piece, you lightly tap your bread towards his. "Cheers to another day of hard work at practice."

Stifling a laugh, he plays along, lightly tapping his bread to yours. "This is new."

You grin. "It's nice to try new things, don't you agree?"

Taking a bite out of the bread, he contemplates it for a moment before finding his words. "It's certainly a nice change of pace." He lets out a thoughtful hum.

Looking out the window, you notice that your stop was next and made a move to stand. "Anyway, this is my stop." Turning to face him again you bow your head lightly at him before leaving through the opened doors. "Take care, Oikawa-san."

The next thing you hear from behind you was, "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Rudolph-chan~"

Your head quickly spins back to the doors to retort but the doors had already shut, leaving you to stare at Oikawa's smug grin as the train started to move again. You sigh as you turn back around to make your way home, a little worried on the idea that the nickname would stick around for more than a couple days.

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I finally got the courage to show this little fic I've been mulling over! This is my first fanfic so feedback would be lovely! I always love seeing how I can improve (: