the winner takes it all (oikawa tooru x reader)

Chapter 19: I Really Like You

You felt like you were about to die.

Here you were, walking behind Oikawa, as he took you to the water fountain, with fury pouring off him like a foul odour.

(Haha — you were in danger.)

For once, he was the one pissed off, and you were the one being wary. Oh, how the turn tables had tabled. At last you were on the receiving end of someone's wrath, and it wasn't pleasant, that was for sure, especially when you were suspecting it had been out of jealousy. Oikawa hadn't said a single word, his hands in the pockets of his jackets, and you could only see his back, as well as his mass of curly brown hair.

Fuck you, Mattsun, fuck you Makki, is this what they'd had in mind? Did they just want an excuse for you to die, so they could play Roman Holiday at your funeral?!

Not that you were complaining. That song was bop.

But that was off topic. What was on topic was that Oikawa Tooru was pissed, and you were about to feel the full force of his wrath if you didn't stay the fuck in line. Normally, you were the one pissed off, so this felt like an area you were very inexperienced in.

You tried to breathe as quietly as possible, which was dumb, but you were too scared of doing something that might trigger him. When you arrived at the water fountain, he stood back, and let you do your thing.

There was no one around either, so Oikawa wouldn't be afraid to say any shit whatsoever; and oh boy, that thought was nerve wracking.

You filled up the bottles, your hands shaking, occasionally glancing at Oikawa to make sure he was still here, but then the fragile silence was shattered. "Do you like Iwa-chan?" Oikawa asked in a candid manner.

"Wh—yeah, duh, he's one of my closest friends," you replied, with a frown, then immediately almost died; he—he was asking if you were, like, crushing on Iwaizumi!

Oh god, what the fuck was wrong with you?! Just answer the question, (Y/n)! Please, just—don't play with him right now!

It felt like your entire brain was on fire, trying to figure out what to say and what not to say, which you normally never worried about, because fuck other people's opinions, but, shitting fuck, Oikawa genuinely looked like someone on the verge of homicide and that was not a good thing.

"Not like that," he snapped, glaring at you over his shoulder. "In a romantic way."

"Oh... uh... no," you answered awkwardly.

Oikawa deflated slightly, some tension visibly leaving him; you stood there, looking from left to right, beginning to sweat, when all of a sudden, he turned to you, and stared right into your eyes, with a morbid curiosity.

"Then who," he murmured lowly, "is the boy you like, (Y/n)?" he cocked his head to one side, the innocence of the gesture colliding roughly with the intensely demanding expression on his face.

You froze up, holding the bottles in your hands so tightly you thought you'd accidently break them, or something. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck?! Why did he look like that?!

"I told you, didn't I?" you finally replied, "I thought that I was the perfect one for you. Idiot."

Oikawa's pink lips parted a bit, and his shoulders slumped; it was as if he'd hoped for an answer similar to that, but it had turned out so much better. Your stomach heaved, and your heart thrashed around, as if you were about to have a heart attack here and now; this was too intense, this was way too fucking intense.

"I like you," Oikawa suddenly whispered — your soul left your body — "I really like you, I love you."

You stopped working. 

Then, Oikawa reached up, wound his hand through your hair at the back of your head, leaned in, and pressed his lips against yours.

Your whole body quivered, and you shut your eyes tightly, the bottles in your unsteady grasp falling to the ground, and spilling water all over your shoes. Oikawa's free arm quickly wrapped around your waist, and pulled you close to him, as he continued to kiss you firmly, his mouth moving feverishly against yours, as if this would be the first and last time he'd ever get to do this.

It was like a million volts of electricity were running up and down you, giving you thousands of little shocks, and found yourself grabbing the collar of his jacket furiously and yanking him further towards you. Was this what heaven felt like?

Making out with Oikawa = heaven, as far as you were concerned.

He playfully lightly bit your bottom lip, which caused you to flinch, before drawing away, and breathing in heavily. You also, for some reason, found yourself gasping for air, your glasses steamed up and your whole body emitting heat. "Sorry," Oikawa mumbled, "couldn't help it."

"Ok, fine, but next time ask before you try to destroy my mouth," you retorted, giving him a small shake.

Oikawa looked so gorgeous; his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were half-lidded, and his now swollen lips were slightly parted, as he breathed deeply. "Yeah, ok," he laughed, bumping his nose against yours.

"You're fucking pretty," you mumbled, brushing a lock of his hair away from his forehead.

"And you're the perfect one for me," he replied, running a teasing finger down your neck.

"Don't bring that up, it's embarrassing," you groaned, looking away.

Oikawa chuckled, turning your face so you were forced to see him again; "It's probably the most unexpected, loudest confession I've received, but that doesn't mean it's not the best," he murmured, taking off your glasses, and placing them in his pocket. "Now, with your permission, could I destroy your mouth again?"

You wheezed, trying to stop yourself from laughing, managing to choke out, "Yeah, go on then, demolition man."

Oikawa didn't spare a single second, and kissed you again, determined to make you so breathless you couldn't think of anything but him.