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the punk/nerd au we always wanted
[oikawa was a rather quiet and reserved kid in school. he minded his own business and generally just... kept to himself. he was sort of popular back in junior high when he was on the volleyball team. but due to a knee injury (from overexerting himself) he had to quit when he started high school. not really having anything to fill up the void that volleyball practice did, he focused on his studies. and spent a good portion watching tv shows with his family. mostly he watched the stuff his nephew was really into whenever he babysat and-- well... needless to say he totally got hooked on anime, and fantasy dramas. he also fell really super hard into alien shows. but those he mostly had to stream since all the good ones were in america.
needless to say he was a nerd. a nerd who was now attending a college in a very big city (okay a moderate city. it wasn't as cramped as say tokyo is) that was far away from the small country bumpkin area he was practically used to. and because he kept to himself mostly he didn't really have any friends. he did the dorm experience because his parents said it would honestly do him well, but it really didn't. in fact his roommate had a new girl in their dorm almost every other night. (needless to say he spent a majority of his first year sleeping in the library.) but once the new school year started he had begged his parents to let him get a small studio apartment to live in, and lo and behold they actually agreed.
his first three weeks in his new house space was absolutely perfect. save for the loud music that blared raucously manner. at first he was willing to let it go for a week thinking that whoever it was must be having a party. the apartment was a couple of blocks away from the university, so it made sense for young university students to live here as well. i mean, he lived here, so it wasn't unlikely that someone else had the same thing in mind.
but then the music and loudness kept on going and going. and there was only so much oikawa could take! so one night (oikawa actually had to put his glasses on to see what time it was) at two in the morning he rolled out of bed (wearing his ridiculous soft looking salmon sushi patterned boxers and his i alien head aliens shirt) and marched to his neighbor's door. well-- okay he didn't march he walked over there trepidly and knocked softly.
if only he were good at confrontation.....]
needless to say he was a nerd. a nerd who was now attending a college in a very big city (okay a moderate city. it wasn't as cramped as say tokyo is) that was far away from the small country bumpkin area he was practically used to. and because he kept to himself mostly he didn't really have any friends. he did the dorm experience because his parents said it would honestly do him well, but it really didn't. in fact his roommate had a new girl in their dorm almost every other night. (needless to say he spent a majority of his first year sleeping in the library.) but once the new school year started he had begged his parents to let him get a small studio apartment to live in, and lo and behold they actually agreed.
his first three weeks in his new house space was absolutely perfect. save for the loud music that blared raucously manner. at first he was willing to let it go for a week thinking that whoever it was must be having a party. the apartment was a couple of blocks away from the university, so it made sense for young university students to live here as well. i mean, he lived here, so it wasn't unlikely that someone else had the same thing in mind.
but then the music and loudness kept on going and going. and there was only so much oikawa could take! so one night (oikawa actually had to put his glasses on to see what time it was) at two in the morning he rolled out of bed (wearing his ridiculous soft looking salmon sushi patterned boxers and his i alien head aliens shirt) and marched to his neighbor's door. well-- okay he didn't march he walked over there trepidly and knocked softly.
if only he were good at confrontation.....]
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