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🎇 — Rainy Season.

RELATIONSHIP: Kozume Kenma x Reader

SUMMARY: Rainy summer days are the worst. Hot, humid, and gross. Kenma loves them, though, because he gets to spend the day inside gaming. You enjoy them a little less than he does.

A/N: Day 5 of the Natsumeku event! My fics are usually chaste, so I hope this fic is a welcome surprise. Slightly suggestive, I guess? This fic is a makeout session.

(Username): wahhh this heat is killing me  (Username): can i come over?? ur house has aircon (Username): kenchan pleeeease put the controller down and answer me 😭😭 KOZUKEN: oh mb KOZUKEN: sure (Username): so romantic 🥰‼️ thank god cuz i was already on my way

Kenma hadn’t been outside that day, so his only other signs that the weather was unbearable was the sun beating through his windows when he woke up. That light was snuffed out in an instant, though, when Kenma pulled his curtains to block it when he sat in front of his TV in the hopes of spending the day grinding levels. He might have just gotten the game yesterday, but he’d like to 100% it before the month ended.

(Name) was only a 15 minute walk from Kenna’s place, and if they were already on their way when they sent the message, Kenna guessed it was down to 5 minutes. He moved the curtains aside and was surprised that the glaring sunlight from the morning had been hidden under a thick layer of clouds. Even without the sun, the heat combined with the humidity that had been lingering the past week must have meant (Name) was experiencing a terrible walk.

He stretched and went downstairs to open his fridge, which was emptier than it should have been even for someone living alone. Kenma wanted to be a perfect boyfriend and have a snack ready for his partner, but all he pulled from the fridge was two cans of coke and one slice of a watermelon that (Name) brought over in the first place. Maybe they'll go grocery shopping later— but in this weather, Kenma didn’t want to do much of anything.

Just as he turned the lock so (Name) could get in easily, he heard a quiet tapping noise outside the front door. It stayed faint for a few seconds until Kenma opened the door to investigate, just as the grey clouds erupted in heavy rainfall in the blink of an eye. On top of the heat and humidity, it was positively disgusting outside.

Kenma lived on a relatively quiet street, so when he saw someone turn the corner in a rush, he already knew it was (Name). Nearly sprinting to his house, (Name) held their bag over their head in a vain attempt to protect themself from the rain, which had already drenched them thoroughly.

If he had more time to react, maybe Kenma would have met them halfway with an umbrella. Instead, he could only stare as (Name) flew across the street and into his house.

“Kenma…” (Name) miserably splashed water onto his floor, tears indescribable from the rain still sliding across their face. “This is the worst thing that could have ever happened!“

One look at their wet socks, and Kenma was inclined to agree. He wiped their face with the back of his sleeve, a sweet but ultimately unhelpful gesture. (Name) leaned into his touch, practically squishing their cheek against his hand.

“Yeah,” Kenma nodded. “This is pretty bad. Stay here while I grab a towel. Do you wanna take a shower?”

He assumed the pitiful whine (Name) let out was a yes and ran upstairs for the nearest clean towel. (Name) had pulled off their shoes in the meantime and were peeling off their socks when Kenma returned to wrap the towel around them.

“I want you to know that I love you with all my heart” (Name) started, eyes intense as they met Kenma’s. “So I won’t hug you and mess up your clothes too.”

Kenma cracked a smile at that comment, using the ends of the towel to pull (Name) closer for a more-damp-than-normal kiss. “I’ll pay you back tenfold. Let’s get you in the shower.”

(Name) knew for a fact that they had clothes in Kenma’s closet for when they slept over. But they can’t say they were surprised to find that the clothes Kenma left out for them after their shower were his own; oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants— the outfit of a successful CEO.

With the torrential rain and humidity behind them and the immaculate air conditioning of Kenma’s home in their present, (Name) flopped onto Kenma’s bed. They closed their eyes and began mentally blocking the feeling of wet clothes on their skin.

“I threw your clothes into the dryer,” Kenma said. (Name) didn’t stir at the sound of his voice nor the bed dipping as he sat next to them. He pinched their cheek gently for a reaction. “Did you die from recoil damage?”

A loud, exaggerated sigh escaped their lips as they cracked open one eye to look up at their boyfriend. “I’m waiting for that tenfold repayment!”

He laughed, scooping (Name) up into his arms and repositioning them so (Name) could lay comfortably in his lap. “You’re acting like you almost died.”

(Name) curled their body inwards, pulling their knees towards their chest and trapping Kenma’s arm in their grasp. “I did! If I was out there for two more seconds, I literally would have melted! Have some sympathy!”

He leaned down and kissed the shell of (Name)’s ear in lieu of an apology. “I’m sure you would’ve.”

Kenma’s lips stayed on (Name)’s skin as he mumbled the words out, taking another kiss at the end before tilting their head towards him. He moved to their lips, lingering on the scent of apple body wash with a sanguine kiss. (Name) grabbed a fistful of his sweatshirt and kept him close, stealing his breath with another kiss, and another, and enough to have them both gasping for air at the end.

(Name) finally smiled, nuzzling further into Kenma’s arm. Rain pounded against the window, an unrelenting summer downpour muffled by the glass and atmosphere of the moment. Kenma pressed another kiss onto the top of (Name)‘s head and murmured, “how are we doing on the repayment?”

“Hmm,” (Name) furrowed their brow. “I’d say it’s eightfold right now.”

He didn’t have to see their face to hear the shit-eating grin. Kenma slid out of their grasp and (Name) fell to the mattress on their stomach, a shocked and offended gasp erupting from their throat.

This time, Kenma climbed over them, letting just enough of his body rest on their back for (Name) to feel his weight. “No way that’s accurate,” Kenma argued. His lips ghosted over the nape of (Name)’s neck, breath tickling the skin. “It’s at least ninefold.”

Only one kiss landed on (Name)’s neck before they flipped over to their back, face to face with Kenma so he could finally see their giddy smirk. “Well, it sounds like we both agree that your work is unfinished.”

As long as they were together, Kenma would never finish this specific job. And he was eager to keep working. He returned their grin and dove back in for their lips, moving one hand to grab (Name)‘s hip while the other stayed by next to their head to keep balance. Kenma squeezed, smothering the soft gasp that followed with his own lips.

(Name) was no slouch and they took everything they wanted Kenma to give with eager movements. Their arms encircled his shoulders, never giving him the chance to move away. Their fingers toyed with the ends of his hair, twirling it and even gently pulling when they felt the urge to tease.

The TV had dimmed from inactivity, Kenma’s game forgotten in the heat of the moment to provide a soft glow to the room. He had one leg between (Name)’s and slowly rested more of his body on top of (Name)’s the more time passed. With half of his weight against them, Kenma suddenly thought back to when he was so shy to this type of contact. (Name) was always the one to initiate and gave him all the time in the world to acclimate, and now that he had, Kenma liked to think he was quite skilled by now. In a rush of confidence, Kenma slid the hand on (Name)’s hip beneath the borrowed hoodie to rest on their stomach.

(Name) jolted at his cold fingers on sensitive skin, breaking the last kiss with a laugh. “Someone’s hands are wandering.”

Feigning innocence, Kenma moved to the side of their neck for the softest of contact. “Yeah. It’s your hand sliding up my back.”

He felt tapping from (Name)’s hand that had just pushed beneath the hem of his sweatshirt. “We’re both caught red-handed.”

A beat of silence passed, where Kenma took the chance to take the gentlest of bites of (Name)’s neck. Not at all strong enough to leave any lasting mark, but it sent chills up (Name)’s spine nonetheless. And maybe activated an unintended thought in the back of their mind.

“… I want chicken katsu curry.” Another pause. “And brownies.”

Kenma hadn’t eaten much all day, but (Name) would lovingly scold him if he admitted that, so it stayed a secret. “We can order takeout. I hope your drink of choice is coke.”

(Name) blinked. “Are you saying that because that’s the only thing in your fridge right now?”

Guilty silence followed.

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[0798f]

💞 — Contrasts.

RELATIONSHIP: Oikawa Toru x Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

SUMMARY: The ways Oikawa and Iwaizumi treat you are completely different,  but lovely all the same.

A/N: This originally started as just an Oikawa fic but I started thinking too much about Iwaizumi while writing.

Iwaizumi was subtle about comfort. So subtle that it probably wasn’t even visible to the average person.

The way (Name) clutched onto the back of Iwaizumi’s jacket as they walked might’ve looked cruel on an initial glance; the obvious thing for him to do would be to hold their hand, but (Name) often preferred this arrangement. Standing behind iwaizumi, their gaze on the ground and body nearly curling in on themselves, it was like (Name) was invisible. Iwaizumi’s large form blocked them from sight.

it was comforting, even if it was strange. (Name) hated having eyes on them. Sure, holding hands is perfect, but it was nice to let Iwaizumi take the lead and follow in his footsteps.

For Iwaizumi, he liked having someone depend on him. He was the ace, his team depended on him— and, so did (Name). Not for spiking the ball past blockers, but to be a pillar of support for his anxious partner (and for his other partner, but he would give Oikawa a much harder time).

An approaching car down the road stopped Iwaizumi from crossing the street, causing (Name) to bump their head against his shoulder. He turned his head and found (Name) looking up at him, still clutching on to the edge of his jacket. Iwaizumi brushed a few stray strands of hair from their forehead to clear a spot to press a chaste kiss.

Their face burned against his lips and they couldn’t help but smile. (Name) leaned forward to hide their face against the fabric of his jacket. Those small reactions were to everything to Iwaizumi, who never considered himself gentle until he met (Name). Being gentle meant that (Name) could be comfortable and be themself; indulging in this softer side of himself meant indulging in (Name).

“So, you’re sure he’s watching the match?” (Name) took a few steps forward and locked an arm with Iwaizumi. It was a cautious touch at first, until Iwaizumi pulled them closer so that they were flush against side. The shared warmth is cozy against the late winter air.

“I know he is,” he replied. “He said he was busy today. What the hell else would he be busy with today?”

Oikawa only ever had volleyball on his mind, so it wasn’t like he would suddenly be overwhelmed with school work the day Karasuno and Shiratorizawa were fighting for nationals. (Name) guessed so when he responded to their text, but they weren’t going to do anything about it until Iwaizumi showed up at their door and asked them to go watch the match with him.

He was proactive about that. If Oikawa was going to sulk, he wasn’t going to let him do it alone.

And sure enough, Oikawa was there, in his glasses sitting in the far back of the stands in an attempt to make sure neither team noticed him. The way he sat crouched in his seat, hugging his knees to his chest, told the pair everything they needed to know about his mood.

Iwaizumi wasn’t gentle when it came to Oikawa. Someone needed to remind him how much of a piece of shit he could be sometimes. But Oikawa knew it was out of love. That was why he did it on purpose sometimes, and then shed crocodile tears to get comfort from (Name).

“Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna watch, ‘cuz watching one of them win would piss you off?” Iwaizumi climbed over the first row of seats to sit down next to Oikawa, turning around to help (Name) over as well. They took the seat on the other side of Oikawa, surrounding him on both sides.

Oikawa flinched at the sound of his voice, but doubled down. “One of them has to win, yeah, but I get to watch one of them lose, too!”

Not taking his eyes off the court, Iwaizumi shrugged, “aha, I see. So you’re a jerk.”

Oikawa only pouted after hearing (Name) giggle. He leaned over and locked arms with (Name), resting his head on their shoulder. “Hey! (Name)-chan! Don’t laugh at that!”

He smothered himself against (Name) because they let him, unlike Iwaizumi. Where Iwaizumi was gentle and casual with (Name), Oikawa was almost suffocating— in the best way possible, of course. He was ridiculously affectionate with both of them, but (Name) was the only one who let him coddle them. Iwaizumi sometimes teased them by calling them an enabler, but who could say no to Oikawa?

(Iwaizumi, easily).

But (Name) didn’t, and so Oikawa pressed himself into their side and pretended that Iwaizumi didn’t exist. “You don’t think I’m a jerk, right, (Name)-chan?”

His eyes were glimmering with so much hope that (Name) wanted to lie to him to keep him happy, but one quick glance at Iwaizumi made them laugh again, much to Oikawa’s annoyance. “Well… I wouldn’t say it like that. Sometimes you’re…”

“An ass.”

“A prick,” (Name) countered, as if that sounded any better than Iwaizumi’s words. “But that’s okay. We like that about you.”

On one hand, his two partners just called him annoying. On the other hand, he was plenty annoying, and they both stuck with him despite that. Maybe even because of that, if (Name) was implying that they found it charming.

He was too proud to admit it right then, but he was beyond grateful that they didn’t let him watch the match alone. Oikawa had the feeling they would see right through him, and he was glad he was right.

Oikawa kissed (Name) on the jaw, then on their cheek, then leaned forward far enough to kiss them on the lips. “You’re lucky you’re so cute!” He turned around to glare at Iwaizumi, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re cute, too, Iwa-chan, but you’re hurting my feelings!”

Those hurt feelings were placated when Iwaizumi simply grabbed his outstretched hand and smirked at him. He rarely felt outmatched on affection, but (Name) and Iwaizumi were more than capable of surprising him when they worked together.

He felt (Name) squeeze his arm, and he leaned back in his seat. Their loss to Karasuno was still making him feel like shit, but at least his partners were there to keep him from despairing.

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💞 — Insomnia.

RELATIONSHIP: Oikawa Toru x Reader

SUMMARY: Oikawa rescues you from exhaustion with cuddles and kisses. 

A/N: I was very tired when I wrote this. Enjoy Oikawa fluff!

“Oikawa-san?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

It took a few seconds for (Name) to react to his response. They sat up, raising from their slouched posture to look at Oikawa with wide eyes. “Huh? No?”

Oikawa pouted. It was an expression he wore often, from the most minor of inconveniences to the greatest tragedies. “You called me Oikawa again.”

This likely fell under great tragedy in his mind. It had taken weeks of coaxing for (Name) to finally feel comfortable calling him by his given name. They exhausted every excuse not to before finally giving in to Oikawa’s borderline begging and pleading. ‘Toru-san’ just sounded too adorable in (Name)’s voice to pass up on.

(Name)’s relief at his rather petty concern did little to ease the pressure on their shoulders. Their breath came out as a shaky laugh, “Oh. Sorry, old habits die hard... Toru-san.”

The roof of Aoba Johsai was silent outside of the two of them and the new spring breeze that was settling into the season. Oikawa rarely came up here before meeting (Name); he always ate lunch with his fellow third years on the volleyball team, but there were days (Name) couldn’t join in. Days where (Name) felt so worn down by life that they struggled to keep up with so many people. Days where they wore an insecure smile that hid nothing from Oikawa’s prying eyes.

That was why they were there in the first place. He cheerfully greeted (Name) in the morning like he always did, a routine that was teased relentlessly by Iwaizumi, only for them to walk past him without so much as a glance. A mortified Oikawa had to be dragged by the collar by Iwaizumi to (Name)’s locker. They were still switching their shoes when Oikawa tried the greeting for a second time, much more subdued than the first, “(Name)-chan?”

(Name)’s body flinched at the sound of their name being called. They looked up, startled by the two boys’ presence at their locker. “Ah— G- Good morning!”

They smiled, but all Oikawa noticed were the bags under their eyes and the slight quiver in their voice.

Oikawa knew his precious (Name)-chan better than anyone— (Name) told him as much. No one had ever looked closer at their quiet demeanor before him. Where others had seen a person too shy to speak— maybe they’d even call them boring— Oikawa had found the sweetest and most thoughtful person he had ever met.

It was no big deal for him to eat lunch alone with (Name) on the roof. He was already grateful enough that (Name) had befriended Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Makki— they could survive a day (they’d probably say they’d enjoy it, just to be cruel to Oikawa) without Oikawa if (Name) was having a difficult time.

He leaned over to cradle (Name)’s face in his hands. “A habit when you’re nervous. What’s wrong?”

(Name)’s eyes shut close as they settled into Oikawa’s touch. For the first time that day, they looked relaxed, so Oikawa accepted the silence that followed his question. Though, they’re still for long enough for Oikawa to worry that they might have passed away, so he pinched their cheek.

He thought the way their face scrunched up was cute. They opened their eyes again blearily, mumbling, “... do you have practice today?”

“No, why?”

(Name) moved from Oikawa’s hands to lean their head on his shoulder. He put an arm around them and pulled them closer. “I got no sleep last night.”

“Zero?”

“Zero.”

That was his hunch, honestly, after seeing the bags under their eyes darken throughout the week. (Name) was sluggish by nature, which made it easy to distinguish between when they were just being shy and when they were actually tired. Oikawa was planning to ask them about their sleeping habits, but (Name) brought it up first.

He pressed a kiss to the top of (Name)’s head. “My poor partner! No wonder you looked so tired this morning!” (Name) was practically limp in his arms as he squeezed their body. “Do you want me to come over and nap with you?”

(Name) was fighting not to drift away into dreamland before they could finish the rest of the school day, but Oikawa’s touch was warm and comfortable. “Mhm. Could we get dinner first? If I sleep as soon as I get home, my sleep schedule will get even worse.”

“‘Course! We can get your favorite, too,” Oikawa nodded. His heart skipped a beat at the way (Name) smiled against his shoulder. “Any reason in particular you couldn’t get to sleep?”

There was a movement against his shoulder that could be interpreted as a shrug. “I dunno… I just couldn’t. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.”

Again, his hunch confirmed. Oikawa felt bad he didn’t ask about it sooner, but there was a lot on his mind. As much as he loved (Name) for having the patience of a saint, there was a part of him that wished they’d be more selfish sometimes. (Name) asking for this on their own was already plenty, though, so he couldn’t complain.

“You must be losing sleep thinking about me, I’m sure.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’re tired, so I’ll forgive you, but you should try playing along for once!”

(Name) had a small room. Half of it was taken up by their desk, and the other half was taken up by their futon. It was crowded for two people to be in there at the same time, but they found it cozy when the other person was their boyfriend.

Oikawa had been in (Name)’s room enough times to be comfortable. He was laying on their futon, waiting for (Name) to change into their pajamas and crawl in next to him. A well-loved plushy he got them for their birthday last year was next to him, and he couldn’t help but revel in the thought of his (Name)-chan cuddling it every night to fall asleep.

But then he realized the plushy was no longer doing its job adequately, and threw it across the room— just as (Name) walked back in. Their reaction time vanished with their sleep and the plushy bounced off their stomach and onto the floor. “W- Why?”

Oikawa felt bad, but the laugh that escaped his lips said otherwise. “Sorry, (Name)-chan! I was banishing it because it wasn’t helping you sleep!”

(Name) picked up the plushy off the ground and hugged it close to their chest. “Don’t be mean. You got it for me and it usually works great.”

When Oikawa pouted, (Name) could predict exactly what he was going to say— he wore his heart on his sleeve so much that (Name) wondered how anyone could think he was hard to read. “Well, you don’t need it tonight. I’m here!” he opened his arms and beckoned (Name) towards him. Smiling, they carefully set the plushy down on their desk and rolled onto their futon.

Initially, when Oikawa pulled the blanket over them, (Name) had their back to Oikawa, so he was pleasantly surprised when (Name) turned over to face him. Oikawa wrapped his arms around them, pulling them into his chest for a hug.

“Sleepy?” Oikawa used his free hand to brush hair from (Name)’s face. They nodded, nuzzling into his arm. “Good! I almost thought you were going to pass out at the restaurant.”

At school, (Name) was exhausted. not sleepy, just exhausted and running on fumes. Sleep seemed impossible at the time— until Oikawa took them into his arms and held them close. He was a great king on the court, a menace to every team in Miyagi, but to (Name), he was all that and more. A sickly affectionate boyfriend with no concept of personal space, who would drop everything just to make sure (Name) was happy.

Even if (Name) didn’t believe they deserved him, Oikawa refused to let them think that way. They weren’t good at expressing themselves, not even a little, but Oikawa knew how to read between the lines and extrapolate. Eyes fluttering shut, (Name) mumbled against his arm, “thank you, Toru.”

It was like music to his ears; like he heard his name for the first time again. He leaned down to kiss them, and he could tell they were still clinging onto consciousness from the way they smiled against his lips.

Oikawa gave one last kiss to the top of their head before closing his eyes and burying his face against their hair.

“Anything for you, (Name)-chan.”

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🎇 — Picnic.

RELATIONSHIP: Oikawa Toru x Reader

SUMMARY: Inspired by the beautiful weather, Oikawa wants to go on a picnic with you.

A/N: Day 5 of the Hanami event! I love writing Oikawa as absolutely obsessed and in love with his partner.

Toru

(Name)-chan!!!!!!!!! ♡♡♡ Let’s go on a picnic ♪(´▽｀)

(Name) couldn’t even finish reading the messages before Oikawa decided to call them instead. “Hi, Toru.”

“(Name)-chan~! I miss you!” They had just seen each other at school yesterday. “It’s cherry blossom season!”

He was stating the obvious again, but (Name) loved to listen. Their walk to school yesterday was in the midst of a cherry blossom hurricane, and while that was beautiful to look out, it was less beautiful when (Name) had to pick petals off their clothes. Instead of helping, or even shaking the cherry blossoms off his own person, Oikawa took a million photos of them. He giggled with delight, saying something about how adorable (Name) looked with cherry blossoms in their hair, until Iwaizumi arrived to smack him on the back of the head. Cherry blossom petals went flying.

“I know,” (Name) responded. Oikawa phone calls took about 3 hours on average, so they closed their textbook. No homework was going to get done while this conversation occurred. “It’s really pretty now that the wind died down. I ran some errands this morning and enjoyed the view.”

There was the sound of fabric rustling. (Name) could imagine Oikawa rolling around in his bed as they talked. “Exactly! The wind died down, so I think we should spend some time outside tomorrow. How about a picnic?”

Oikawa was sickeningly sweet when it came to romance. He always favored the cliche relationship experiences— stuff like ice-skating dates and sharing a drink with two straws. Things that (Name) never thought they’d like, but Oikawa made everything seem as special as it did in the movies. He was dedicated to making the perfect experiences and it didn’t matter if they were actually perfect or not. Oikawa was like a deer learning to walk when they tried ice skating and brought (Name) crashing to the ice multiple times. But they were laughing the whole time because Oikawa made it special.

He knew (Name) was listening so he continued. “The weather is gonna be amazing tomorrow! I was thinking we would go to the park by your house since there are some nice trees over there. My sister is baking cookies tonight so I can bring some!”

“Oh, this is perfect timing,” Oikawa heard (Name)’s smile. “I bought groceries earlier because I wanted to make fruit sandwiches for us.”

“Wahh, really?! This is destiny, (Name)-chan! Fruit sandos are the perfect picnic food!” Oikawa’s energy was infectious. (Name) had never been on a picnic before— it wasn’t exactly the type of thing people did on their own —but Oikawa would make it exciting. “I’ll bring cookies, drinks, and the blanket, and you bring fruit sandos and your gorgeous self! I’ll stop by your house at noon, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect, I’m excited.” A lull in the conversation made (Name) think. “… Do you dress up for picnics?”

There was silence from Oikawa initially. He was lucky (Name) couldn’t see him, because his face was flushed red as he imagined a whole fashion show worth of cute outfits (Name) could wear. His favorites included a cute sun hat and the charm bracelet he got them for their birthday last year. 

Oikawa blurted out, “you look beautiful all the time!” Which wasn’t an answer to (Name)’s question, so he continued, “but, we can dress up! We’ll look really cute together and we can take pictures!”

The mention of photos brought (Name)’s gaze to the picture frame on their desk. For the millions of photos Oikawa had taken in their years together, the photo (Name) decided to showcase was one of the first they ever took together. They were first years and little more baby-faced, and Oikawa’s eyes sparkled as he pulled (Name) close with an arm around their waist. (Name) was much more awkward, a wary smile and slightly furrowed brows, but their gaze was warm on Oikawa rather than the camera. He had asked a few times why (Name) chose that photo, and all they said was that it embodied their relationship.

“We always need more pictures,” (Name) laughed. “I’ll dress up. I need to finish my homework and make the sandwiches, so I gotta go for now. See you tomorrow, Toru.”

“Bye bye! Remember to take breaks!” Oikawa never hung up first, and after a short pause, he could still hear some shuffling on (Name)’s end. “(Name)-chan?”

(Name) tugged on their phone charm. “… Love you, have a good night.”

Oikawa rolled around in his bed so much he almost accidentally hung up. (Name) could vaguely hear a muffled squeal. “I love you too, so much!”

“(Name)-chaaan~!”

Sunlight filtered through the trees and (Name) had to squint to see Oikawa waving at them from further down the sidewalk. He wore a pink sweater vest over a pastel blue button up, no doubt trying to match colors with the cherry blossoms and afternoon sky. 

(Name) smiled, closing their front door behind them. “Perfect timing, Toru. You look very handsome.”

“Of course I have perfect timing! It’s my job,” Oikawa smirked, sparkling in the afternoon sun. But he was distracted by the dazzling sight of (Name) in their picnic date outfit: a light and airy ensemble to enjoy the warmer weather. Mentally, he gave himself a pat on the back for guessing they would wear that white sun hat he saw on the floor of their closet. “(Name)-chan, you look beautiful!”

He couldn’t help but close the distance and pull (Name) into a tight hug, but the large container they carried forced him to settle into a side hug. “Hmm,” Oikawa hummed. He squeezed their shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss to their temple. “Seems like a pretty big container for some fruit sandos…”

(Name) leaned into his touch and let out a dry laugh. “It’s a little more than the fruit sandos. I just got excited to make food… Let’s go set up so you can see.”

The park was a short walk from (Name)’s house, and Oikawa grabbed the container from their arms before they had the chance to protest. He tucked it under his arm, opposite from the tote bag of stuff he brought, just so he could hold (Name)’s hand on their way there. 

Oikawa guided them to a very specific spot in the park; a cherry blossom tree a bit away from the path that (Name) liked to relax by sometimes. It had a perfect view of the park that Oikawa capitalized on when he spread out the gingham patterned blanket that his mother would probably be looking for soon.

He leaned over (Name)’s container with sparkling eyes, bumping the top of his head against (Name)’s. “What did you make~? I’m so excited.” Oikawa wasn’t a terrible cook by any means, but he avoided it when possible so he only had his sister’s cookies to bring. Everyone else in his life was a much better cook and he loved to mooch delicious meals off of them— (Name) in particular. The love they put into every meal was unmatched.

(Name) laughed like sunshine and took the lid off the container. “Fruit sandos, of course. And…” They pulled out two small bento boxes next to the sandwiches, showing them off to Oikawa with a subtle smile. “Octopus sausage with fried rice.”

Oikawa was starving, and among all the food, he decided that (Name) and their beautiful smile was the perfect meal. The bento box nearly fell from their hand when Oikawa swooped in for a kiss, his arm steadying the back of their head. He couldn’t help but smile against their lips as he pulled them closer, layering kiss after kiss until (Name) managed to break away long enough to get some words out.

“…We haven’t even eaten yet,” they said, and it sounded like a complaint but their eyes, shining, still focused on Oikawa’s lips.

He hummed in agreement, yet pulled (Name) back in for another kiss. (Name) melted in his arms, kissing back with their own fervor. They liked to think of themself as cautious and hesitant, but Oikawa made it easy to indulge. 

He encouraged it, in fact, because it meant that the partner of his dreams would kiss him shyly until they were out of breath.

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