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“Do you think I’m pretty?”
Oikawa asked while fixing his hair in the mirror. It looked the same as always, brown locks falling just above his brows, soft curls forming at the ends. Though it was slightly longer than usual as it was almost time for a new haircut, a day he’d been dreading but seemed to be approaching faster and faster.
He made the mistake of looking beyond just his hair, lowering his eyes until he could see his face, and then everything else. He knew he looked handsome, everyone would tell him so and even he could see it, but there were some days where that caused some discomfort, days where he didn’t want to be handsome, and he couldn’t understand why.
He lowered his hands from his hair to his face. They barely brushed his cheeks as he was quick to stop himself. He wanted to push and pull his face around, as he did quite often, as if he could change his appearance by doing just that.
I just love the headcanon of nonbinary Oikawa, so this fic is some snippets of them discovering their identity
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Soon summer came to an end and the hot air gave way to the chillier days of fall. For Kazuha that was the perfect time for a study date at the cute coffee shop next to campus. Everything was perfect, the leaves were turning into pretty hues of oranges and yellows, the weather was nice, the coffee and pastries were delectable as always. Everything was simply perfect, except for the fact that he couldn’t seem to focus on a single word in front of him.
Midterms were arriving soon and he had an essay due in three days and he hadn’t even started writing it. Today was supposed to be the day to get everything done. He had his revisions with him, an open doc on his laptop just waiting for him to write. But still his hands would only ghost over the keyboard, and when he decided to focus on studying first, it felt as if his brain would melt inside his head if he spent so much as one more minute staring at those pages.
Resigned with his fate he contented himself with getting lost on those indigo eyes in front of him.

