GrumpyPrince

Ring. Ring. Ring. The phone rang once, twice, three times. It took a total of seven rings before the [hair color] male decided to actually pick it up. He had postponed it because he knew who it was, none other than the popular boy trash Oikawa Tooru. “Oikawa-san, please leave me alone. I already told you that I don’t like you.” He said grumpily, a certain flash in his [eye color] orbs. “Ruuuuuddde!” The male on the other side whined; you can just imagine him fake tearing up. “What do you want?” He asked, trying to get the volleyball captain to cut to the chase. The brunette pouted on the other si