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SO i’m writing (i swear) but i’m not sure abt WHERE i actually want it to start in the scene,,,, like am i writing all this and dragging it out, or maybe i should just start from the middle-
(long-winded way of saying, keep an eye out for kuroo fic)
#maybe i should scrap the first part#hmm so many thoughts and yet not enough#like it’s a one shot too so what am i doinggg#or i’m just overthinking and i should just see where it goes and hope for the best ^•^#pika.txt
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➶ oikawa tooru x reader
➶ fluff
Oikawa loves these small parties. They feel personal, an evening to pause and relax in between busy schedules.
A few of his friends are talking to you in front of a wall plastered with polaroids, pointing out familiar faces and funny poses in the photos. One of Oikawa’s roommates had the idea to take a polaroid of everyone who visited their shared apartment and it proved to be quite the attraction.
You laugh, shaking your head, at something one of his friends said. They turn around, eyes scanning the living room until they land on Oikawa.
“Hey, come over for a second,” they call out.
When he’s finally there, one of them asks, pointing at the polaroid of you. “When you took this photo of her, didn’t you already have a crush on her?”
Tongue poking into the side of his cheek, he slowly realises that he’s walked into a challenging situation. He turns to gauge your reaction and you’ve got the biggest grin on your face. Oh, so you’re enjoying this.
“Come on, that was what- almost two years ago?” He points at his roommate on the couch, “She was just one of his friends at the time.”
His response comes out calmly, like he’s unaffected by the question. Or like he’s practised it enough to sound casual.
“You didn’t say ‘no’ though.” They won’t back down easily.
He knows they’re trying to get him to admit that he took way too long to ask you out. You take a sip of your drink, purposely peering at him over the rim of the glass.
He straightens his shoulders, trying not to break into a grin.
“Just 6 months ago, I started to like a certain someone-”
Someone grumbles audibly. Probably you. Nevertheless, he continues.
“-and like any reasonable adult, I waited a few days before I asked her out.”
A friend slaps his back, cackling at his expense. “Sure, sure. You definitely liked her back then but you were too scared to make a move.”
He sighs and he feels laughter bubbling at the back of his throat. His tongue still prods at his cheek, almost letting out a chuckle.
He can’t afford to be betrayed by his own body so he clears his throat, adopting a straight face to say, “Why does it even matter? We’re together now, aren’t we?”
To demonstrate this, he pulls you closer by the waist, hoping the action will put all these questions to rest. The fact that you’re leaning into him is an added bonus. You rest your head on his chest, sighing contentedly before you look at his friends.
“He’s lying,” you declare, and you can practically feel Oikawa’s face whip towards you.
The group erupts into cheers, unable to contain their excitement at the look of disbelief on Oikawa’s face.
“How do you know?”
“He’s twisting his mouth. See?” You point at his lips and then at his cheek. “He sticks his tongue to the side of his cheek when he’s trying not to laugh. Obviously, he’s trying not to laugh because he’s lying.”
He frowns at you, pout immediately put on display since you’ve decided to reveal all his secrets.
“That’s a damning allegation,” he groans.
“They deserve to know the truth, babe.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, momentarily healing his wounded pride, before you walk away to mingle with others.
He turns back to his friends, and by the looks on their faces, he’s never going to live this down.
The conversation soon turns to the polaroid camera itself.
One of his roommates chimes in.
“It’s somewhere in the apartment. At least, I hope so.”
Oikawa hadn’t even realised that the camera had been lost. He makes a mental note to look for it in his room, just in case.
However, his mind is too preoccupied with other things at the moment, like looking around for you. He tries not to make it obvious but once the crowd dwindles down, he spots you by his bedroom door and makes a beeline for it.
You look surprised as you enter the room with him. “Hi, again. Also, I think I left my phone on your bed.”
He moves the pillows around as you scan the room for your belongings.
“Wait, it might have fallen through this gap,” he says, pointing at the space between his bed and the wall. After getting a good grip on the corner of the bed frame, he pulls it away from the wall, showing almost no sign of exertion. You peek at the flex of his muscles, silently thanking his volleyball career, before peeking past him at the spot where your phone should be. He hands your phone to you before reaching down again.
“Oh look, it’s the polaroid camera.”
You scrunch up your nose, handing him a tissue to wipe the dust off.
“Why’s it there?”
“No clue. It probably rolled under the bed.”
You hum. “Ah okay, I’m gonna leave then.”
You lean towards him, hoping to quickly kiss him goodbye, but he firmly holds you in place.
“I just got an idea.”
He feels your body slump in his hold, in an attempt to plop down on the bed. You whine something halfheartedly about wanting to go home, an arm draped over your eyes for dramatic flair. He laughs inwardly at the mannerisms you’re clearly picking up from him.
“It’ll just take a minute. Come on.”
You peek at him from underneath your arm, only to see that he’s already got his eyes on you. He pulls you up with the utmost care and then holds the instant camera at arm’s length.
Noticing your confused expression, he shrugs. “What? We don’t have a polaroid picture together.”
Satisfied with his own explanation, he holds you by the chin and turns your face towards his. His lips part slightly and it finally hits you. Warmth blossoms in your chest as you press your lips against his, chin still resting between his fingers as the camera clicks. He lets you go, a smile lingering on both your faces. The whirring of the picture being printed snaps you out of your daze.
“Let it develop then I’m keeping it.” Oikawa places it on his bedside table and then starts getting up when he feels his sleeve being pulled back lightly.
“You’re keeping it? I don’t get one?”
“Do you want another picture or do you just want another kiss?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, like the mature adult he is.
You let your gaze fall to his mouth. “Maybe both.”
You tilt your face to meet his, as he pulls you in. Fingers wrap around your waistline, cold as they rest on your exposed midriff.
You can barely hear his voice over the music from the living room.
“Cute top, by the way.”
You giggle. “I knew you'd like it. So predictable.”
He huffs. You squish his cheeks between your palms before he pins your hands to the side and steals a peck. All his attention is on you and he makes sure you know that, deepening each kiss till you’re gasping for breath.
He leans back and mutters, forcing your weight to shift towards him. “I think we’ll get tired of it, if we kiss too much.”
Before he can even think about the action, his tongue subconsciously presses against the inside of his cheek. He’s having fun with this game.
You smile, the same way he does when he’s got the upperhand. The same way that tells him that he likes you a lot.
You tap the side of his cheek with your finger.
“Liar.”
The liar gets kissed, again and again. He never gets tired of it.
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