sand of memories; oikawa tooru

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my phone rang and vibrated furiously as i kept on tossing around my bed. i pulled my blanket closer to my body and started patting the mattress to look for the presence of my phone. it rang again until i was able to squint my eyes open and answer the call. 

unknown to who even the caller is. 

"hello?" i groggily greeted, glancing at my clock and seeing that it was still eight in the morning. 

"rise and shine, sleepyhead." 

my eyes almost flew wide open at the familiar (but still somehow surprised me) voice. i looked through the screen of my phone again and finally noticed that it was from an unknown number. 

i just have to be stupid, don't i? 

"scram, you prick." i groaned while rubbing my eyes to keep me awake and convince myself that i'm not dreaming and hearing his voice. 

"how the hell did you get my number?" 

"i knew you'd ask that!" he beamed. "so i prepared a script here, hold on." 

i rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and heard him clearing his throat, as if he was actually going to recite a whole damn speech. 

"as of seven-thirty in the morning today, i was able to get your number from one of your coworkers—" 

i groaned in annoyance, throwing myself back to my bed again. "can they please stop giving my personal information?!" 

"i know, right?" tooru perked up. "the next thing you know, i have your address jotted down on my notes." 

i quickly sat up on my bed. 

"the next time we meet, it'll be in the police station." 

silence fell. i thought he actually felt threatened by my words, until he spoke again, leaving me in utter frustration. 

"will i be handcuffed?" 

"don't ever contact me again." 

he laughed and didn't mind the visible annoyance in my voice. i rolled my eyes and was about to end the call. 

"i'm sorry! but can we please meet up today? it's the reason i asked for your number." 

"no." i was tempted to press the end call button. 

"i swear it won't be in the police station!" he chuckled, but quickly suppressed it. "it's important, i promise!" 

i pursed my lips. "go away." 

"please?" 

he's so stubborn and persistent. and i'm so stupid and easily swayed. 

"if it's that important then you should've told me when you kept on bothering me at the library back then." 

i heard him chuckling sarcastically. 

"well you were busy roasting me!" 

"as i should!" 

"you love baking, right?" he continued asking and bothering me, not a single hint of giving up or ending the call. 

"did you get that from one of my coworkers too?" i groaned in annoyance. 

he laughed. "no, silly. i saw your baking book last time, duh." 

"and what about it?" 

he paused for a few seconds. hesitation filled the air from the other line. and silence soon fell upon me at his next response. 

"i want you to design the cake for my wedding."