#SORRY FOR HIJACKING UR ASK BTW BEJBEJEBDJ just needed to get the brainrot out somewhere

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i wanna tuck my face into oikawa’s neck and smell the baby powder scent and leave lil kisses there to hear him laugh ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tooru’s pushing you away half-heartedly, fond chuckles bubbling in the back of his throat as you land a flurry of kisses up and down the column of his neck.

“i—i’m not ticklish—stop it!” he yelps breathlessly when you plant a big kiss below his ear.

and then he’s pawing at your hips to get you off his lap, noisy complaints of “you’re being mean, baby!” and “wait till i tickle you back” and “i’m telling my mom!” falling from his lips.

you’re both breathless with laughter when you finally pull back.

“you smell like baby powder, tooru.” you cup his face to look at him closely, proudly noting how his chest heaves with the effort of keeping his giggles to himself while a light pink tinges the tips of his ears. “did you know that? that you smell like baby powder?”

“no, and i’d rather smell like you.” and he’s pulling you down to him again, hands clasped firmly around your wrists in an attempt to assert some control over this situation. “fun’s over, babe. it’s my turn now.”

that day, you came to know very well how tooru smells like baby powder and tastes like his honey vanilla lip balm.