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kissingsamus4head · 3 years
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✻ a first kiss, for the (late) birthday boy
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oikawa is absolutey sure of himself as he approaches you after the last bell of the day. he exudes the confidence of a boy who’d spent several hours rehearsing his words in front of his mirror- and a very disturbed iwaizumi- as he proposes you spend his Monday off from practice at a bakery with him. alone. just the two of you, oikawa and you, a table for two. he’s sure to make this part very clear. 
he reeks of triumph when you rather speedily agree, bidding your friends goodbye and falling in step with the proud setter as you finish gathering your things; however, tooru realizes just as quickly that he’s flown far too close to the sun, as the startling reality of being alone with you, the apple of his eye, the light of his life, his obnoxiously long term crush, for the first time ever leaves any remnants of confidence blowing away with the leaves on the schoolyard. he thinks he can vaguely hear iwaizumi’s promise that if he didn’t make a move today, he’d be pinning his arms down while matsukawa shaved his eyebrows off. subconciously, he brings a hand up to rub at the strip of hair while the two of you walk in a painfully awkward silence. 
it leaves him a stumbling, blushing, and uncertain mess-- giving you your very first glimpse at what laid beyond tooru oikawa’s typical faux demanor. 
it’s endearing, of course, it’s utterly sweet knowing that you of all people have managed to pick away at some of the fabricated layers he kept wrapped snugly arround himself, but admittedly it’d be a little sweeter if the sneak peek hadn’t come at the cost of your nasal cavity. 
nearly two hours after the two of you sat down, the thick jelly of awkwardness once surrounding the pair of you now melted down to a puddle beneath your feet, the brunette decides that- yeah, he certainly has to make a move. his cheeks ache from the smile you managed to keep plastered on his face, and he likes the way you talk with your hands, and how you flush and apologize each time your feet touch beneath the table or your hands touch on top of it as if it weren’t painfully obvious you were doing it on purpose. 
you couldn’t flirt to save your life, you don’t know much about volleyball, or aliens, and you haven’t seen any of his favorite movies; but he’s a little glad, because he gets to walk you through the aspects of his life he held closest to his heart.  
so oikawa tooru decides beneath the setting sun that he is going to kiss you, effective immediatley. 
he’s sure he has the trajectory right as he begins to lean forward, a warm hand skillfully pulling your face a tad closer-- but then, oh, had you gotten new shampoo?-- and your faces were clashing like something out of every “worst date ever” reddit thread. 
he screeches out apologies as he clamps his hands over his eyes and prepares for the worst. he says goodbye to his eyebrows, but supposes that such a drastic change to his appearance was rather suiting for his “change name and flea country immediatley” plan. he pleads that when heopens his eyes you’ll be gone and this will all just have been some skillfully crafted nightmare, but when a pair of softer hands manage to pull his own away from his red face, he’s instead met with your smiling lips pressing against his own.
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this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute, so I figured I’d post just a short n sweet little piece for oikawa’s day <3 it’s not good, but it’s posted so. hurray! im literally posting this as I walk out the door 2 avoid the embarrassment of posting.
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