Literature
[motives]
[oikawa tooru/reader]
Oikawa ran towards the school gates with a tired expression, suffering from late nights and just arriving on time, with the occasional squeal from the female students. Public transport was never nice to him, he'd always be late for catching trains or buses, and Iwaizumi had once commented he took too long to get ready. Mondays were never really his day.
Students filled the school courtyard as they arrived, the bright Monday sun waking the students up from their weekend. The bell rang, indicating students to head to their classrooms for the day, walking towards the school building. The hallway was crowded, a sea of stud