𝟏%:𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(xxiii) scared

"so you didn't fuck ushiwaka?", oikawa questioned

"nope", y/n shook her head, looking around his house that she'd never been to.

he'd lived out of a smaller apartment in his first year living in the city but had eventually moved into a bigger place overlooking the beach a few months ago.

this house was definitely much bigger. he paid for it on his own but his parents insisted on funding renovation costs for it because they were extremely proud of their son's achievements. he had fully moved in just about a month before his trip back to japan.

the house had two floors and one guest bedroom. its front faced the main road while the back directly opened upto the beach. the inlay had definitely been done up by an interior designer.

"this is quite the place", she remarked, looking around, "and... you're famous around here"

"you know that praising me will only boost my overinflated ego, right?", he asked, chuckling.

"it was an observation", she scoffed. "i also saw you in like, some deodorant commercial."

"ah, that. i look hot shirtless, i know"

"i shouldn't have brought it up"

she walked upto the deck, looking at the view in wonder. she didn't think she'd ever really observed how different the beach looked in the night. it was weird.

he walked up behind her, placing his arm around her waist. his chin leaned on her shoulder.

"what are you thinking?", he whispered, to which she leaned back into him and shook her head.

"i'm scared", she admitted

"of the ocean?"

"no.. uh... what exactly is this?", she blurted, "like, what are we?"

he slowly turned her around so she could face him. his lips met hers cautiously. she breathed in, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist.

he was about to pull away so he could answer her question.

but then the kiss escalated so quickly.

it grew breathless. needy. urgent.

the kind of kiss that said 'i missed you so fucking much'

his hands pulled her closer, her fingers raking through his perfect brown hair. he was so beautiful.

their love affair might've spanned a few weeks but their friendship had lasted a lifetime. the time they spent apart was time that did not matter anymore.

breaking away from the kiss was like being forced to come up for air. they broke away, breathing heavily.

he brushed hair out of her face, placing another small peck on her lips.

"you wanna-?"

"yes", she whispered and he chuckled softly.

he led her up the stairs to his bedroom, faster than he ever had before. she closed the door behind her, barely acknowledging how big the room was as she was kissing him again.

there was an uncertainty that tugged at her heart.

and she wanted to ignore it because oikawa felt so good and she missed him so much and he told her he loved her and he meant it and everything seemed perfect.

she wanted to ignore it because he pulled her into his lap, holding her like he wasn't gonna let go of her. like he was almost scared that she would slip away if he stopped holding her.