No content warnings, side Asahi/Daichi and Hanamaki/Matsukawa (because I'm predictable), 1220 words
There are a number of ways this could go.
One - and likely the most possible - Koushi might humiliate himself. He might utterly humiliate himself and not really know what to say after Oikawa's possible, "Sorry, do I know you?" before straightening himself up and say, "Yeah, I was the setter on the Karasuno team," and have Oikawa laugh it off and turn away and not give him a second glance. Koushi would probably be so dazed (though he'll do his best not to be) that it'll be after Oikawa's already walked off that Koushi had initially meant to flirt with him.
Two - the result of Koushi's dreams, really - Oikawa flirts back. Maybe he'll find Koushi attractive, maybe he won't recognize him and won't care and have fun. Koushi remembers the way he'd been with his fangirls back in high school. Maybe he'll treat him like that, and maybe it'll be enough for Koushi to gather up his courage and ask him out properly.
(The result of this, also, depends on whether Oikawa is a) interested in him, b) interested enough in him, c) actually single like the rumors Koushi has heard, and d) still a decisive person.)
Three - Koushi will chicken out completely and not flirt with him at all, instead walk past and maybe smile a little if he remembers to (and possibly get Oikawa's attention - then from there that could go in a number of directions, but likely just end up in) then leaving and cursing himself under his breath for being a wimp, whining to Daichi and Asahi in their Skype call later, Asahi telling him, "Next time, Suga!" and Daichi scolding, "Stop being so much like Asahi!"
Asahi will probably whine then and fold his arms and turn away. Daichi will have to kiss Asahi down the cheek and neck before Asahi finally relents, and Koushi will just be happy and slightly jealous on his end that his friends are in a happy relationship while he himself feels ridiculous pining over an old high school rival.
But he's in the cafe now, grabbing a lunch before class, when he spots Oikawa in line with two people he's seen him with before. They're talking to each other so Oikawa is just gazing at the menu, hands in his pockets, scarf draped lazily and stylishly over one shoulder. Koushi grips the handle of his messenger bag and runs through all the possibilities in his mind again.
(denial, reciprocation, reciprocation and then denial, unfamiliarity??, coward, get a grip, okay, you can do this)
Koushi takes a deep breath. There isn't anyone behind them in line and Koushi's standing near the entrance of the cafe, remembering that his feet definitely do work, and his brain isn't frozen, it's just getting the guts to tell his brain to tell his feet to move. When they do, Koushi breathes out a low sigh of relief - this is going well, he's going to try this, he's -
"Oof!"
Maybe he blinks when he shouldn't have - but the next second and Koushi's fallen to his knees on the floor, having hit against someone he hadn't seen walking into him. "Sorry," he mutters, but the person he'd run into is already picking themselves up and speeding off without turning back to him.
Koushi glares and mutters as he begins to get up; his knee feels bruised and stray pens and pencils have fallen out of his bag and onto the floor. He begins to gather them up.
"Here you are."
Koushi almost jumps at the sound of the voice. He peeks up to see Oikawa smiling down at him, one of Koushi's mechanical pencils in his hand, stretched out to him.
"Oh," Oikawa says, with some surprise in his voice. "Suga-chan."
Koushi blinks. He doesn't know if he's staring at Oikawa's face or his pencil in Oikawa's hand - it feels like each of his eyes is focused on one more the other. "Oikawa," he says, because his brain runs through the idea of exclaiming, you recognize me? and you know my name? but neither would be impressionable at all.
"Fancy seeing you here." Oikawa's voice is pleasant, and Koushi takes the pencil. Oikawa keeps his hand outstretched, though, like he's offering it to Koushi.
Koushi blinks some more and takes it.
"Er," he says, gathering himself up. Oikawa's fingers are unsurprisingly callous from all those years (and counting) of playing volleyball; but they're nice to hold and Koushi wishes he had a longer time to examine their angles without it being too weird. He can't just feel Oikawa's hands forever.
He's the one who breaks them apart as soon as he gets up.
"You too," says Koushi. "Though I've seen you around campus before, so..."
"Oh?" Oikawa's eyebrows go up. His friends are still talking in the background, but his eyes are focused on Koushi. It's a little unnerving. Koushi slides his pencils back into his bag.
"Why didn't you say hi?" Oikawa asks.
Koushi clears his throat. He racks his brain of possible responses - he'd thought all this out before - but he hadn't really figured the situation would end up like this. "I'm saying hi now," is the smoothest thing he can come up with, and he definitely blushes as soon as the words come out from his mouth.
Oikawa laughs, eyes closed, mouth wide and delightful. "True, true," he says, careening back down from his laughter and meeting Koushi's eyes again. Koushi's heart stutters and he pretends it hasn't. "Well, are you staying here for long, or do you have somewhere you need to be?"
Koushi's class starts in an hour; it takes him fifteen minutes to walk from there to here. As soon as he'd walked into the cafe, he'd planned on spending less than ten minutes to attempt to flirt with Oikawa and another thirty minutes reeling down from the high and a possible excited-panic attack from the interaction. (That had been if he talked to Oikawa at all, but Koushi had had enough faith in himself to consider the possibilities of his initiating the interaction a 70%.)
(This was a 1% situation, and Koushi doesn't know how to classify it in his brain.)
"Why are you asking?" is the safe response, and Koushi slots his fingers through the opening of his jacket to tell his heart to calm down.
"If you wouldn't mind, I could keep you company," says Oikawa, and Koushi's grip gets tighter. "These two are practically on a date, anyway," he adds, gesturing to his friends.
One of them turns to them and says, "We are not." Then his gaze flickers to Koushi and looks him up and down.
"Never mind," he says, and then brings an arm around the other friend. "Hey Mattsun, did I tell you that I love the cologne you're wearing today...?"
("I'm not wearing any cologne, weirdo.")
Oikawa rolls his eyes. Koushi finds himself chuckling, and tugs on his coat so much that his hood hits the back of his neck.
"I don't mind your company at all," he says. "Lunch with you sounds great."
Oikawa beams. Koushi's pretty sure that's color in his cheeks too, but maybe he's so high on the adrenaline that it's fogging him his vision.
FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G
There are a number of ways this could go.
One - and likely the most possible - Koushi might humiliate himself. He might utterly humiliate himself and not really know what to say after Oikawa's possible, "Sorry, do I know you?" before straightening himself up and say, "Yeah, I was the setter on the Karasuno team," and have Oikawa laugh it off and turn away and not give him a second glance. Koushi would probably be so dazed (though he'll do his best not to be) that it'll be after Oikawa's already walked off that Koushi had initially meant to flirt with him.
Two - the result of Koushi's dreams, really - Oikawa flirts back. Maybe he'll find Koushi attractive, maybe he won't recognize him and won't care and have fun. Koushi remembers the way he'd been with his fangirls back in high school. Maybe he'll treat him like that, and maybe it'll be enough for Koushi to gather up his courage and ask him out properly.
(The result of this, also, depends on whether Oikawa is a) interested in him, b) interested enough in him, c) actually single like the rumors Koushi has heard, and d) still a decisive person.)
Three - Koushi will chicken out completely and not flirt with him at all, instead walk past and maybe smile a little if he remembers to (and possibly get Oikawa's attention - then from there that could go in a number of directions, but likely just end up in) then leaving and cursing himself under his breath for being a wimp, whining to Daichi and Asahi in their Skype call later, Asahi telling him, "Next time, Suga!" and Daichi scolding, "Stop being so much like Asahi!"
Asahi will probably whine then and fold his arms and turn away. Daichi will have to kiss Asahi down the cheek and neck before Asahi finally relents, and Koushi will just be happy and slightly jealous on his end that his friends are in a happy relationship while he himself feels ridiculous pining over an old high school rival.
But he's in the cafe now, grabbing a lunch before class, when he spots Oikawa in line with two people he's seen him with before. They're talking to each other so Oikawa is just gazing at the menu, hands in his pockets, scarf draped lazily and stylishly over one shoulder. Koushi grips the handle of his messenger bag and runs through all the possibilities in his mind again.
(denial, reciprocation, reciprocation and then denial, unfamiliarity??, coward, get a grip, okay, you can do this)
Koushi takes a deep breath. There isn't anyone behind them in line and Koushi's standing near the entrance of the cafe, remembering that his feet definitely do work, and his brain isn't frozen, it's just getting the guts to tell his brain to tell his feet to move. When they do, Koushi breathes out a low sigh of relief - this is going well, he's going to try this, he's -
"Oof!"
Maybe he blinks when he shouldn't have - but the next second and Koushi's fallen to his knees on the floor, having hit against someone he hadn't seen walking into him. "Sorry," he mutters, but the person he'd run into is already picking themselves up and speeding off without turning back to him.
Koushi glares and mutters as he begins to get up; his knee feels bruised and stray pens and pencils have fallen out of his bag and onto the floor. He begins to gather them up.
"Here you are."
Koushi almost jumps at the sound of the voice. He peeks up to see Oikawa smiling down at him, one of Koushi's mechanical pencils in his hand, stretched out to him.
"Oh," Oikawa says, with some surprise in his voice. "Suga-chan."
Koushi blinks. He doesn't know if he's staring at Oikawa's face or his pencil in Oikawa's hand - it feels like each of his eyes is focused on one more the other. "Oikawa," he says, because his brain runs through the idea of exclaiming, you recognize me? and you know my name? but neither would be impressionable at all.
"Fancy seeing you here." Oikawa's voice is pleasant, and Koushi takes the pencil. Oikawa keeps his hand outstretched, though, like he's offering it to Koushi.
Koushi blinks some more and takes it.
"Er," he says, gathering himself up. Oikawa's fingers are unsurprisingly callous from all those years (and counting) of playing volleyball; but they're nice to hold and Koushi wishes he had a longer time to examine their angles without it being too weird. He can't just feel Oikawa's hands forever.
He's the one who breaks them apart as soon as he gets up.
"You too," says Koushi. "Though I've seen you around campus before, so..."
"Oh?" Oikawa's eyebrows go up. His friends are still talking in the background, but his eyes are focused on Koushi. It's a little unnerving. Koushi slides his pencils back into his bag.
"Why didn't you say hi?" Oikawa asks.
Koushi clears his throat. He racks his brain of possible responses - he'd thought all this out before - but he hadn't really figured the situation would end up like this. "I'm saying hi now," is the smoothest thing he can come up with, and he definitely blushes as soon as the words come out from his mouth.
Oikawa laughs, eyes closed, mouth wide and delightful. "True, true," he says, careening back down from his laughter and meeting Koushi's eyes again. Koushi's heart stutters and he pretends it hasn't. "Well, are you staying here for long, or do you have somewhere you need to be?"
Koushi's class starts in an hour; it takes him fifteen minutes to walk from there to here. As soon as he'd walked into the cafe, he'd planned on spending less than ten minutes to attempt to flirt with Oikawa and another thirty minutes reeling down from the high and a possible excited-panic attack from the interaction. (That had been if he talked to Oikawa at all, but Koushi had had enough faith in himself to consider the possibilities of his initiating the interaction a 70%.)
(This was a 1% situation, and Koushi doesn't know how to classify it in his brain.)
"Why are you asking?" is the safe response, and Koushi slots his fingers through the opening of his jacket to tell his heart to calm down.
"If you wouldn't mind, I could keep you company," says Oikawa, and Koushi's grip gets tighter. "These two are practically on a date, anyway," he adds, gesturing to his friends.
One of them turns to them and says, "We are not." Then his gaze flickers to Koushi and looks him up and down.
"Never mind," he says, and then brings an arm around the other friend. "Hey Mattsun, did I tell you that I love the cologne you're wearing today...?"
("I'm not wearing any cologne, weirdo.")
Oikawa rolls his eyes. Koushi finds himself chuckling, and tugs on his coat so much that his hood hits the back of his neck.
"I don't mind your company at all," he says. "Lunch with you sounds great."
Oikawa beams. Koushi's pretty sure that's color in his cheeks too, but maybe he's so high on the adrenaline that it's fogging him his vision.
"Excellent," says Oikawa.