There was no escaping death. Time was a wonderful concept that brought many people together, and each moment Oikawa spent with you was as treasured as the next. There were a variety of memories he would recall during times of great stress; the things you'd do or say affected him deeply. The little moments of sweetness, the times you'd simply do nothing or everything together - if he photographed your travels together, there would be multiple five hundred-page photo albums he'd have hoarded in his closet.
"You wanna take more pictures together? I mean, if you're alright taking pictures in the kitchen or park across the apartment, I'd be fine with that." You had mentioned that photos were taken during entertaining events, but Oikawa disagreed entirely to your statement. There was some truth to the fact that all the mundane aspects of life wouldn't be fun to photograph, but he cared about making records of your existence.
"I just want more reminders, more physical things I can see and touch that will show me that we've done all these incredible things together. I want to see dumb photos of us holding hands, doing poses, or you know, those kisses under the fireworks!" Seated in the comfort of the living room you shared with the brunette, your eyes hover over to Oikawa's arms waving about above his head as his eyes bore into yours with intention.
"But does have to be everything? Does it have to be in every walking moment of our lives like an invasive record?" You raise a brow at Oikawa's pouting expression with his arms folding in front of his chest.
"No, but I want every moment I can't remember to be available somewhere. I want to reflect on it all eventually, smile down at the memories we made together and laugh at all the fun stuff we did." Oikawa's hands rest on his thighs as he scoots closer into your personal bubble in an attempt to physically convince you of his genius idea. It made sense to photograph all the important moments of life, but excess kept you shying away from the idea. You allowed Oikawa to make his argument by stating that it would be something the kids could look at, maybe even museums if he ever made it higher than where he was now. It would be a living record of the love the two of you shared that he wanted people to see, but there would be a few he would keep to his eyes only.
"Which ones would those be?" Oikawa takes you by surprise by darting forward to push you down into the sofa, lips hovering over yours as you felt a smile form on his face.
"Your smile. Those are my favorite photos of you." You then lost yourself in the sensation of Oikawa's kisses and fingers.
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Effortless
Fanfiction『 ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 』Letting you know how much your existence meant to him was effortless - he loved you that much.
