n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
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it was extremely late, and i was tightly wrapped up in oikawa's arms. the soft sound of the tv played in my ears, and oikawa's soft snores almost made me fall asleep. however, my stomach was against the idea, gargling and whining for what i knew was chocolate chip cookies.
i wormed out of oikawa's tight hold, pressing a kiss to his forehead. i could've woke him up to make cookies with me, but he had been through enough this week. he needed his sleep. losing against karasuno had crushed him, so cookies were probably the best idea.
i could hear the radio playing as soon as i entered the kitchen, the sound of video killed the radio star by the buggles. i smiled at the song, before grabbing the fairly large pack of flour. this was the song that played on me and tōru's first date, i remembered the day so fondly. i sighed, pulling my hair into a pony tail.
the cookies were already placed on the sheet, and the minute i turned my back towards the living room my face was met with that of a hand full of flour. i could hear tōru's adorable laugh from behind my closed eyes, and i knew i would have to get him back.
"tōru!" i laughed eagerly, my hands grabbing fist fulls of flour. i threw the powder at him, before running behind the counter.
"you play dirty y/n!" he relied, fingers running through his hair in a lazy attempt to take out some of the flour.
"you started it tōru!" i respond, halfway through a laugh. tōru puts a hand over his heart in mock pain, before i throw another handful of flour at him.
he gasps, and that's when i know it's over. before i know it i've been tackled to the floor, flour falling all over. i feel tōru's hands find their way to my hips, before he starts to tickle me.
"p-please," i nervously say, trying my best not to laugh. "have mercy on a poor soul tōru!"
"mercy?" he mockingly says, before tickling me harder. at this point i can't hold back my laughter, my arms and feet flying everywhere. "mercy is for the weak!" he laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
i return the gesture, my hands running through his hair. this kiss is everything, but at the same moment it's nothing. we've kissed before, we've done it so many times, but every time we do it's like an angel has blessed my lips. he's sweet and kind, but the passion behind his lips makes me want to hold him close. and then i feel it, an egg being smashed on top of my forehead. i pull away, and tōru quickly gets up, running away.
