𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟒 - 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

☀︎︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ☀︎︎
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a/n: i wrote this while listening to 12345SEX by UPSAHL on repeat <3 listen to it for the full experience i guess? aha :D

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Oikawa drove you back home immediately after saying goodbye to Iwaizumi. The ride back was silent aside from the funky RnB music that was blasting in the radio. You stare at the road, never flipping your attention once to Oikawa but neither did he. He'd usually fire up a conversation or two with you and yet he didn't. He ignored the absence as he made both his pupils fixated on the road.

The vehicle pulled up in front of your house. Oikawa parked the car near your porch after you got off first to unlock the house. He slammed the door with a spirit after exiting the car, the metal ring linking his car keys with his other keys hula-hooped on his index finger.

"(Y/N) is it okay if I borrow your shower real quick?" he asked you while walking up to you. You eyed him up and down quickly. His sweat completely dried-up during the trip home but from the looks of his messy hair you could tell that he needed a rinse. You simply nodded and let the man enter your house, again.

"Do you have any spare towels I can borrow?" he blurted at you. The question caught your wandering mind off-guard.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Hold on," you answered. You were preoccupied with how different Oikawa acted in the car. He's a pretty talkative guy. Silence you both had should've hit his nerve or two. It felt off. Was his mood alright? Did you do something wrong? You shook off the thoughts as your hand reached for a fuzzy-clean towel inside your bathroom drawer.

"Thanks," he muttered after catching the towel you threw at him. You sat on the living room couch as Oikawa took use of your bathroom. You turned on the cable to watch some domestic news, hoping it'd take your mind off of unnecessary over thinking.

The sound of your bathroom door clicked after several minutes. Oikawa's firm footsteps knock against your wooden floor, making your head turn to look at him.

"TOORU OH MY GOD!"

Oikawa stood with his hands crossed. The towel you lent him was the only piece of 'clothing' attached on him, and it was lewd. You shot your head straight back to the TV.

"WHAT IS—WHERE. ARE. YOUR. CLOTHES?" you asked him, earning chuckles from the man in question. "Yeah, about that, 'think I left it in my car, —inside the gym bag I brought. Yeah," he pondered provocatively. Your intuition telling you that he did this on purpose.

"God, Tooru, where are your car keys?" you stood up from your couch, still backing from previewing Oikawa whatsoever. "On the kitchen counter," he answered. You could hear him smirking on those words. Yeah, he definitely did this on purpose.

"Here," you tossed his gym bag after fetching it from his car. You still put effort in avoiding any eye-contact with shirtless Oikawa Tooru. "Thanks, (Y/N)," he thanked you.

"Tsk, why are you trying so hard not to see me?" Oikawa clicked his tongue. Your brows furrowed after hearing his response.

"I am not."

"Am to."

"Am not."

"Am to."