𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 | 𝗧.𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔

five

XENA'S POV CHAPTER FIVE

the cold aroma sent chills to dance down my spine as smoke erupted in the air from the roaring engines from the racing cars. "are you racing? i'm healed for tonight."

kageyama stood in front of me, his voice lacing in utter confusion as to why i'm back at the street they raced at the first time. "um n-" getting interrupted before i could respond, i felt muscular arms embrace my figure.

the arms i knew all too well that belonged to oikawa. "yes, she is actually." both of his hands glided down til they reached my thighs, dipping his head between the crook of my neck on the right side. "let me be your passenger." his voice echoed from my neck, placing a tender kiss on it before looking back up.

"i thought you were just friends?" kageyama's voice laced with betrayal as he aimed his focus toward me. silence filled the air as neither of us decided to speak.

"wait, you're racing, not me." confusion wiped over my expressional face, he invited me to be his passenger not the other way around. "yeah, i want you to race for me tonight." he stood tall, keeping me close to his body as his arms rested themselves on the top of my hips.

"why are you letting me race with your car?" my head leaning back, resting on his shoulder while his head lowered to make eye contact with me. "i trust you, thats why." his lips pressed onto mine, the soft tissue connecting together to form a sweet kiss.

"you hurt her and you're over, stiller." kageyama's deep voice cut through our kiss like a knife as he threatened oikawa.

"i won't." oikawa's statement weaved with austerity, watching kageyama as he walked past the two of us. "finally we're alone, are you cold my love?" oikawa turned his attention to me, seeing the goosebumps crawling all over the skin that covered my arms as the wispy breeze from the night sky washed over me.

"just a bit, i'll be okay." turning on my heels to face him, my head having to tilt up to look at him. "no." his cheek sucked in, biting the inside of it while shaking his head from side to side in disagreement with me.

"no?" i furrowed my eyebrows, stitching them together in skepticism. his arms detached themselves from my body, wrapping around his to slide the white and teal bomber jacket off of his back.

"here," his hand grabbed onto mine to pull my arm back, slipping one of my arms through the jacket holes in the process before repeating to the other side. his right hand grasped onto my left, raising it up into the night, swifty twirling my body to face the opposite way of his face again.

"you look so good in my clothes, my name looks sexy on your back." oikawa teased, brushing the hair covering the name on the back that spelt out 'stiller'.

"oh yeah? interesting." i taunted him, sarcasm oozing from my lips. "yeah." he responded back with just as much sarcasm as i used. this action raised a smile to my lips, "turn around." he spoke, desperately wanting me to face him again.

his hands gliding the front flaps on the jacket that laid on my upper body, smoothing them down. "hey, stiller, the race is starting soon." a deep, husky voice erupted from behind the two of us, breaking us apart. "thanks bandit." my eyes glanced over to a man standing behind us with a solid, muscular build.

his eyes round with a golden stain to them and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks. bandits eyes caught onto mine, staying on each other for a moment before he walked away towards what i could guess was where his unit was.

"we should get going baby." the infamous name rolled so effortlessly off of his satiny tongue. his hands grazing over just above the tender area of my belly button, skimming down to clasp onto my hand before leading the way to where his car was parked for the race.