𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 ;; 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪

𝟏𝟕 - 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍

Spending the night at Oikawa's apartment sounded like the best option to you. You didn't want to go home nor leave his side. You wished you could do better things but your body was too exhausted to do anything.

"Ready for bed?" Oikawa repeatedly tap the empty spot beside him. He's sought to quickly hover your figure on him.

You walked out his bathroom wearing nothing but his t-shirt. It was a white tee that he used to let you borrow back in high school. Your hair was still tied in a ponytail from work.

"Shit, you're gorgeous as ever," he praised you. You swore you heard him whisper "wows" to himself a couple of times.

"Thanks," you answered him shyly. You weren't buzzed over the fact that your boyfriend complimented you, but because of the way he looked like right now. Oikawa wore nothing but black boxers and a sleeveless dark-grey tank top. His chiseled hands were popping from the sides and you couldn't wait any minute to be embraced by them.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night too," you added while plopping yourself on his king-sized bed. "No worries, baby."

You covered a yawn with the palm of your hand. "Wake me up in two days, Tooru," you jokingly said to him, snuggling your figure deeper into the blanket.

"Excuse me?" Oikawa's cold hands grasped your shoulder and flipped you over, facing him completely. His face reigned in disappointment. Your e/c orbs laid nicely on his brown ones.

"You're sleeping already?" he cooed in disappointment.

You gave him a genuine nod. You were really exhausted and felt like you couldn't take on any more talks for the night.

"Why don't you say so? C'mere." The brunette opened his arms, wanting you to plop in between. You completely did what you were meant to do and buried yourself in his bear hug.

"(Y/N)?"

Your eyelids flutter to the warm silky voice. Your blurry vision darted over the sheathe of sunlight that offered generous natural lighting. You tapped over the brunette who was hovering over you. His hands supporting his whole body, trapping you between them. Your fingers brushed against his brown locks.

"Mmm soft," you murmured unconsciously. The chaste grin you gave made Oikawa's cheeks flush with warmth. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning," you whispered softly.

"I made breakfast already. D'you want me to bring it over?"

Your eyes widened to his offer and quickly nodded. Oikawa on the other hand, had his heart fluttering over your sudden cute gesture.

Oikawa planted soft kisses on your forehead before finally lifting himself up and fetch you some good stuff he made.

"Here you go." He handed you a plate of nicely-decorated spaghetti and meatballs on to your hands.

"You made this?" you asked, looking him in the eye genuinely. Oikawa rubbed his nape, nodding shyly. "I spent a lot of time, I hope you like it."

The taste was very much of your liking. You twirled the pasta around your fork and seep in another large bite into your mouth. Oikawa stared at you lovingly.

"Y'know, I really thought you were going to resort to some joke saying that you were my breakfast."

"That spaghetti was your main course and I'm dessert."

He set your almost-finished plate of spaghetti on the night stand and hovered over your figure. You and Oikawa dug into sloppy kisses shortly after. Your hands were buried deep on the back of his head, brushing his soft bed-hair.

"Y-you're such a good kisser," you mewled, getting your fair share of breath after the kiss. Oikawa gave you a quick peck, licking his lips as he pulls away.

"Oh, I know."

You rolled your eyes to his self-absorbed remark and went back in for another kiss.

"I'd never close the curtains if I were you," you whispered close making his ears ring. Your hands swooshed upon the fabrics of his curtains as you stared into the afternoon city skyline. Oikawa, who still laid in bed, expelled a grunt of suppressed laughter. He crossed his arms as his orbs scatter around the plain-colored ceiling.

"Ugh to live here, and see that everyday, must be so heavenly," you scoffed. Oikawa lifted his torso upwards, taunting your smiley face.

"Then live here."

Your eyes widened to its maximum span. Clarity struggled to seep into your consciousness after hearing the sudden proposal. You swallowed a big gulp before crawling back to the shared-bed.

"I.. can.. live here? W-with you? Together?"

"If that's what you want."

"Aren't we moving a little too fast?"

Oikawa chuckled once again before cupping your cheek with his hand. His thumb circling the apples of your cheeks initiated a soft conceited smile on his lips.

"We've dated each other ever since back in high school and you're worried about if we're moving too fast? You're fucking adorable, (Y/N)."

Your cheeks blushed profusely but you were unaware of the cause. Was it because he complimented you or was it because of the thoughts of you living together with him. You shook your head and relapse back to reality.

"Move in with me, please?" he plead softly. The sultry voice cooed into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. There wasn't anything stopping you from doing it. Your house rent was almost due and you never liked the neighborhood that surrounded you. To wake up in a secluded luxurious apartment with your gorgeous boyfriend sounded too good to give up.

"Alright, but you have to help me pack Tooru," you sighed.

"Sure thing, boo thing," Oikawa muttered, slipping in a wink. You rolled your eyes to his mannerism.

The brunette hopped out from the mattress, allowing it to plunge back to it's original form. He reached for the only thing in his mind at the moment: his cellphone.

"You're actually moving in, oh god. I have to tell Iwa-chan."

"Wait what, don't!" You stood up and went over to where he was standing. Your hands tried their best to reach and yank the gadget away but the length of his arms got the best of you.

"I'll climb you if I have to," you said, voice spewing with annoyance. "I'd like to see you try, cutie." You scoffed to his snarky comment and crossed your arms.

"Oh come on, I can't tell our best friend?"

"I don't know how he'll react to all of this."

"Happy. He'd be happy. Actually no, he should be happy for us," Oikawa said, bending down from his height to get on our face level to give our nose a small boop.

"Fine, if that's what you think."