Gifts for oikawha
List of Gifts
Oikawa opens his eyes one day and stares across the table, past pens and textbooks and index cards and coffee cups to the head of mauve hair sitting right in front of him. His face is furrowed in concentration, lower lip pushed out in an endearing pout. His fingers, with its nails blunt and bitten to the bed, tap a distracted rhythm that goes in time with the rain.
It’s a Wednesday. It’s a Wednesday and it’s raining and it’s cold outside but it’s warm right here.
It’s a Wednesday, and he’s in love.
- Part 1 of C(4,2) = 6