#mentos.request

[grapementos]

hey, i noticed that you were open for requests...

could you write something for oikawa slow dancing with his s/o in the kitchen? something light and fluffy?

thanks <3 ((:

worth the wait

a/n: ofc anything for u <3

warnings: post timeskip, kinda spoiler? anyways, FLUFF.

oikawa was a busy man. you knew that from the moment you agreed to leave japan with him. he couldn’t dedicate every moment to you, but when he could, those moments were perfect.

you weren’t lonely. you had reminders of him everywhere, from the lockscreen of your phone to the notes he left on the mirror for you to read while you brushed your teeth.

your love was tender and so, so worth every minute you got to watch him pursue his dream. pride swells up in your chest at every news report or excited phone call.

oikawa chose you to confide in. you to support him. you to be the one who receives everything back tenfold. he’s shown you the rawest version of himself because you’re the one he trusts and holds dearest, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

days like these, when he has practice that ends either just in time for dinner or long after you’ve already retired to bed, you curl up in bed with a book to pass the time. it’s your routine, and you’re fine with it.

some days, though, he gets out of practice early, and you can’t help but nearly jump with joy at the extra weekday time you get with him.

today is one of those days.

the front door quietly opens and then closes, alerting you of his presence. you all but jump out of bed, book long forgotten.

“tooru?”

padding into the hallway, you find the object of your affection sliding his shoes off to rest in their spot against the wall. his eyes immediately find yours, warm browns lighting up at the mere sight of you.

“hey, baby. surprise.” he’s just barely able to get his shoes off before you’re on him, arms wrapped tight around his torso.

“how was practice?”

you listen intently as he tells you the details of practice, and you certainly don’t miss the way his eyes light up when he brings up his new quick with his ace.

“enough about practice. how was your day?” he took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen.

“oh, just the same. i found a new traveler’s blog, which was really interesting.” you followed him, unable to fight your curiosity as he turned on the speaker on top of the microwave.

“oh yeah? where was their most recent escapade?” he hummed, showing that his full attention was still on you.

“perth. in australia.” you sighed dreamily, leaning against his arm.

“australia, huh? too many oversized insects.”

“you’re an oversized insect.”

he chuckled at that, a soft song beginning to play as he set his phone down.

“what does that make you, then?” he hummed inquisitively, quirking a brow as he gracefully spun you in a circle.

you didn’t respond, the domesticity of the moment settling on your shoulders in a satisfying moment of clarity. instead, you reached both arms up to wrap around his neck, gently fingering the little tendrils of hair that rested there.

and you stayed like that, scooting back and forth and around the kitchen floor as the hues of the sunset flooded into the window above the sink. there wasn’t too much of a rhythm, but there didn’t have to be. everything was perfect.

eventually, the two of you picked a spot and just rocked back and forth in each other’s arms, silent save for the music.

you broke it first, lifting your head to meet his eyes, “i’m so proud of you, tooru.” your words were so genuine and filled with the rawest emotion you were capable of feeling.

he chuckled wetly, his hand finding your cheek, “i’m so thankful. i’m thankful for you. you’ve never given up on me, y/n. even back in high school.”

you closed your eyes, leaning heavily into his touch, “because i’ve always believed in you, darling. more than anyone.”

and maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was the effect of the sun dipping just below the horizon that drove him to say what he said next.

“i want to marry you, y/n. you’re the only one i can imagine spending my life with.” he was serious, but his tone was still so soft and saccharine that you knew it took every ounce of courage he had to admit it.

“i feel the same, tooru. we’ve come so far together that i can’t imagine it being anyone but you.” you graze your thumb over a tear that rolled down his cheek, “you’re it for me.”

he kissed you that night, but it was different from any of the kisses you’d ever shared before. this one was a promise; it promised many more to come for the rest of the life you’d spend together. it was everything you wanted and more, every ounce of love inside you being poured into it.

you slow danced again with your husband seven months later, the same song supporting the shuffle of your feet and gentle sway of your bodies.

that’s when you knew, cheek pressed against his chest, that the wait was so worth it.

ajajajs i’m sorry if i went overboard, i got rlly soft. but anyways, as you can see this was requested by the amazing @sensitiveorange (my first request tysm) i hope you enjoyed it!! :)

i listened to perfect by ed sheeran on loop hah