unapproachable ➢ 𝘵. 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢

chapter seventy six

the next night, saturday january 2nd, i wake up to a call from none other than oikawa. ok, maybe i slept all day. but the time difference always fucks me up.

i lazily lift my arm from my bed, picking up the facetime call and leaving my phone on my bedside table while i mentally prepare for the day- night.

"chinami-chaaaan, good morning!"

"tooru.. it isn't morning." i turn my head to my window, the moonlight slightly shining through the curtains.

"did you just wake up?" i can hear the cold tone in oikawa's voice.

"yes." i say with a groan, grabbing my phone and getting up from my bed, heading to my bathroom.

"chinami-chan, you can't sleep a whole day!" i hear oikawa's voice faintly echo.

"i just did.. why does it look like you're in my house?"

"why would i be in your house?!" oikawa quickly repositions himself on the couch that looks very similar to the one in my living room.

"come upstairs." i say with a sigh before muting so i can do my morning- well, night routine.

"i'm not at- okay." oikawa gets up from what's definitely my couch and makes his way to the stairs.

by the time i finish up in the bathroom, a quiet knock is heard on my bedroom door. i go over to it, opening the door to oikawa with a plate of food. he holds the plate up as i embrace him with a hug, my arms tightening around his torso.

"looks like you missed me!" oikawa says with a hearty chuckle. i nod, my head still in his chest.

"whose sweater is this?" i question at the sight of his hoodie, visibly sized up.

"it's mine, i got it so you can like.. i don't know how to explain it, but you'll see. oh, here! sayaka told me to bring this up to you." he holds the plate down to my level. i thank him and take it, heading over to my bed. oikawa follows, laying down next to me and scrolling through his social media's as i eat.

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coming back up to my room after bringing the plate downstairs, i stand next to the bed, somewhat towering next to oikawa. "can you tell me why you have a huge sweater now?"

"okay," oikawa sits on my bed, scooting up to the headboard and gestures for me to come while stretching his legs out straight in front of himself. "basically, the main goal here is for us to share a sweater." oikawa stretches the sweater up, revealing his tone abs.

"why don't you have a shirt under?"

"why're you looking~?"

"y-you're the one who-" i decide to be quiet, barely able to talk as i become red. i crawl onto it and slip into oikawa's sweater, my back against his chest.

"this is why i didn't wear a shirt, because you're giving me the warmth i need!"

i curl up into a ball on oikawa's lap as he grabs my laptop from the other bedside table. "let's watch a movie." he places it on his legs. i reach my arms under the sweater and type in my password, letting oikawa do the rest.

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he stays at my house until the next day, going home in the morning since there will, sadly, be school tomorrow. sunday goes by pretty relaxing.

- time skip -> monday morning, at aoba johsai -

"tooru, did you delete my number?" aika puts her hands on her hips, glaring at oikawa as we make our way to the front of the school.

oikawa gives aika a fake smile. "i did, sorry, not sorry~~"

her glare shifts to me. "what, did your little bitch tell you to?"

"she isn't a little bitch, don't talk about my girlfriend like that. she's the one who deleted it."

"what, why?!"

"aika-san, now's really not the time, okay-"

aika scoffs, looking to me once again. "you know, tooru and i used to date!" she smugly nods.

actually? i look to oikawa. he quickly looks up from me, to aika. "that was- who even knows how long ago.."

"two years, tooru."

"that's old news- and, either way, you're the one who left. it's only the morning and i'm not down to talk about this." oikawa takes my hand in his and walks us away from the mini scene just created.

so that's why he asked me for the promise, huh. he doesn't want me to leave like she did..

"sorry about her, but besides that, i still haven't gotten to like.. how do i say this without sounding weird?" oikawa says as we walk up the stairs.

"just say it."

"i'm still curious about how your tongue piercing feels against.. another person? preferably me..?"

"i can't tell if you're horny or just genuinely curious."

"i'm not-! i swear i'm serious."

"i don't even know how to reply."

either oikawa is asking for a make out session or.. for me to- can't even say it without internally dying.

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the school day goes by, oikawa whining about how he just wants to go back to my house and cuddle me to his hearts content. coming back to school after break was rough.