𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟑 - 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

The sun soon rise upon the proximity of the earth to welcome Sunday. Strings of sunlight sheathe through your window, waking you up from your slumber.

A few yawns escaped your lips and you stretched out both of your arms. Reality came seeping through your mind and you were once reminded about what happened last night. But when you looked to your right and left and there was no signs of another person's body other than yours. Did he left early in the morning?

You unlocked your phone and saw no signs of messages or phone calls from Oikawa. Did he really leave without saying goodbye what-so-ever? Your fingers tugged the sheets in irritation.

*CLANG!*

The sudden shrill noise made you flinch. That was the sound of your beloved frying pan hitting the ceramic floor. You quickly stood up from your mattress and ran to the kitchen. Your eyes widened while scanning the scene in-front of you.

"That was loud, wasn't it?" Oikawa whined, running a hand through his fluffy bed hair. His voice had a lower register, probably still groggy from being bedridden. You nodded. "Damn it! and I thought I could surprise you."

"Well you did," you sarcastically remarked, earning a chuckle from the ex-volleyball setter.

"I thought you left earlier," you said. Oikawa puts down the frying pan on the kitchen counter, wrapping his hands around your shoulders to pull you close. "No, I would never do that." A whim of relieve engulfed your heart. You rested your head, nose nuzzling comfortably on his shoulder. The similar smell of Jasmine flowers now mixed with sweat dazed your sense of smell.

You peeked over his shoulder to see a few plates on top of the counter. "What's this? You cook?" you asked. He pulls away from the hug and nodded.

"Yeah, I was going to make you an Omurice and bring it to you in bed," he muttered. "But you woke up first because of the pan, didn't you?" he whined again. You shook your head.

"No, not at all Tooru. But I appreciate this," your eyes darted to all the preparations he made laid on the counter. "I'm really surprised."

Oikawa smiled and patted your head with his hand. He pulled it close and planted a small kiss your forehead. Your cheeks reddened to the small gesture he just did.

Oikawa made you breakfast Omurice and the two of you enjoyed his cooking. The egg dish was surprisingly really good. You admired his skillful hands, having a wide range from playing volleyball and to make a 5-star-restaurant worth of Omurice.

You wonder what other things those hands are capable of doing.

After breakfast, you both crashed on the couch to watch some movies on the TV. It was a Sunday after all. And just your luck, your idealism about the day was similar to Oikawa's: "nothing but a day committed to release a week's worth of stress by being lazy."

"(Y/N), do you have plans this afternoon?"

You both were laying on the couch together, cuddling. His fingers were running through he strands of your h/c locks. Tooru's question broke the attention span you had on the movie. You looked at him and shook your head.

"No, why?" you hummed. "Well, usually me and Iwa visit Aoba Johsai to play some volleyball every Sunday. Do you wanna come?" he asked.

"You guys still go to the court?" you asked him in disbelief. He lets out a comical laughter. "Um YES we still do? Why'd ya make it sound unbelievable?"

You blushed. The way his voice cooed in your ear was insanely attractive in a way. You cupped your own cheeks to hide your pink cheeks. "Forget about it, but sure, I'll come with you."