(L/n) (Y/n). Man, what a legend. You were probably the most popular male at Karasuno High, but you didn't pay much attention to it. You were battling with your love for volleyball. After debating back and forth, you decided to become a manager for t...
You stop tickling him, both of you breathing heavily from laughter.
You lay down on the floor on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Everything in Oikawa's room was low to the ground. It made the room look huge.
He pants and lays down beside you. "God.. you're ruthless.."
You laugh softly. "Yeah.. but that was fun."
He rolls his eyes. "Sure, if you think almost pissing your pants is fun."
You look over at him. "Be honest.."
He turns his head to look at you. "About?"
"You nervous?"
He exhales a little shakily. "Yeah.. a bit."
"Hm.. probably a good thing. Don't underestimate them. If you do, it will be your undoing."
He grins at you. "You saying that because you're their manager?"
You shake your head. "No. I'm serious. They're good. This match is gonna be a tough one.."
He look back up at the ceiling. "Yeah.. no kidding." He gets up. "I'm gonna watch that recording.."
You stand up, watching him dig through his bag. He hands you some clothes. "Here. You can wear these. Shower should be free."
"Thanks."
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"Um.. Oikawa?"
He looks up and nearly chokes on his own spit. He stares, jaw on the floor.
You look down at the clothes he had given you. The gray sweatpants were kinda small.. they stopped a little bit before your ankles and they sat low on your hips, hugging your ass and thighs.
The black shirt was what made everything worse. It was tight. Oikawa swore he could see every muscle. It clung to your damp body deliciously.
It was short too. It exposed a least an inch of your stomach at all times.
"Hm.. yeah.. I'm never borrowing your clothes again."
After Oikawa stopped drooling over you, he huffed. Those were his biggest clothes too..
That made him curious tho..
He snatches your clothes and smirks at you. "Turn around."
You roll your eyes, taking a seat in his chair. "Didn't know you'd be so shy~"
"I'm not. Would you like a show?~" he drags the hem on his shirt up over his stomach.
Your eyes widen and you turn around quickly. Ignoring his snickers, you drum your fingers against the desk as you wait for him to finish changing.
"Pft-" he laughs at himself in the mirror. "You can look now."
You turn around and hold back a laugh. "I- wow, pffftttt-"
Although, the longer you stared, the more you found it kind of hot...
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