𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟏 - 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

notes:
f/c: favorite color
e/c: eye color

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You scrunched the side of your blanket. Lying on your stomach, you didn't want to get out of bed. Your head was spinning like crazy. The nausea and soreness were other effects of your hangover. You let out a big sigh and covered your whole body under your f/c blanket.

A knocking was hesitantly growing into banging because you wouldn't answer the door. You got up frustrated by the noise. You opened the door and saw Oikawa stood there nonchalantly.

"Yo hoo~ good afternoon (Y/N)," he smiled and waved at you.

Your eyes scrunched instinctively because of how bright and sunny it is outside. You grasped his shoulders with both of your hands and yanked him inside your house, slamming the door behind you.

"Ugh, everything is so bright outside my eyes hurt!" you complaint. You widely yawned, stretch, and fixed your hair, forgetting the existence of Oikawa. Your e/c orbs widened as you locked eyes with him. Did I really just yawn and fix my hair in front of a guy? You shied away while he chuckled.

A hand was placed on the top of your head. Gentle caresses were felt. "You're hungover, aren't you?" he asked. Not wanting to face him, you silently nodded and stared at your bare feet.

His hand stopped caressing your head. "Well then." Oikawa's hands aligned with your shoulders, grasping them firmly. He pulled you into a hug, leaning downwards to place his head on your shoulder, wrapping you just below your shoulders.

"I came here to apologize. If I didn't have asked you to drink with me, you wouldn't be feeling sick like this," his voice hummed in your ear. "I hope you'll forgive me."

You let out a breathy sigh. The hug he gave you felt too nice to deny. Although you hate to admit it, it was clear that you were so touch deprived. His big arms were comforting and you've missed it. You unconsciously hugged him back, wrapping them just above his skinny waist.

"It's alright," you whispered. You could feel his face turning into a blazing hot mess from your shoulder. He broke the hug to stop the blood rushing through his face, shying away from you. You took him by the wrist and pulled him to face you.

"Hey, look at me." His reddened contorted face now facing you and a smirk appeared on your face. "Not so tough and flirty after all are you, Oikawa Tooru?" you teased him.

He smirked back. "Deep down inside I'm just a guy who likes being teased by pretty girls." Your heartbeat paced as you blushed away. You two were blushing messes at 3 in the afternoon. Giggles then followed killing the present silence in the room.

"I didn't come here empty handed, here," he slid a plastic grocery bag. Inside was a pack of medicine and a bottle filled with an awkwardly-colored mysterious juice. "Drink this and you'll feel better, I promise," he said.

"I'm not drinking any of it unless you tell me what's inside, idiot," you scoffed at him.

"Just veggies and fruits, ON GOD!" he exclaimed the last two words while gesturing a salute like a soldier. You flinched and furrowed your brows to the volume of his voice. The hangover clearly made your hearing a bit more sensitive.

You did what you were told despite still being uncanny with the objects he offered. You knew the pills were aspirin, but the juice? You gulped everything down nice and quick, forbidding overthinking upon the icky taste running down your throat. You just wanted the hangover to be over quickly.

"Damn girl, you're a quick one to swallow," he joked. Quickly catching the joke, you threw several playful punches at your ex making him grunt irritably.