𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 . kageyama tobio

07. for what it's worth

narrator's pov.
12:22pm

today's hook up started with you being stressed all day.

you had assignments due that you hadn't finished because you were busy at work, and as soon as you got home, you had to look after your siblings while your mom went out.

you never really knew where she went; she never really told you. all you knew was that she came back with enough money for your family to live comfortably. that gave you an idea.

so now, you were lying with your head buried in tobio's pillow that smelt exactly like him. you were exhausted and there was still an anxious pit in your stomach that you really wanted to try to sleep off.

"oi," he tapped your back gently. "y/n, are you awake?"

"mhm," you turned over, "i'm sorry, i'll go home in a minute, i'm just really tired."

"it's fine," he told you. "do you have a ride?"

your voice was muffled slightly in his pillow, "no."

he checked the time on his phone, "do you want me to walk you home? it's late."

"it's only 9, isn't it?" you asked.

"it's past midnight," he told you.

"shit," you sat up slowly. "i didn't realise it was so late, sorry."

"stop apologising, it's cool," he sat up next to you. you turned your head in his direction as you felt around for your phone. he didn't know what you were looking for but began feeling around for it with you.

"have you seen my phone?"

"no," he replied.

his hand grazed over something and he felt it again, but it was your hand. he pulled his back quickly and cleared his throat.

you laughed, "god, you're so awkward it's funny."

"fuck off," he scoffed.

"you fuck off," you shook your head.

"you're the one in my room," he said.

"i wouldn't be if i could find my phone in your mess of a mess of a bed," you groaned.

"that's not even my fault, that's you grabbing onto the sheets so much when i gave you head," he rolled his eyes.

"oh don't get cocky, i didn't even finish today," you snarked.

"me neither," he tried to lie, forgetting that he had a full ass condom tied up in the trash can beside him.

"sure..."

"sometimes you're so aggravating for no reason," he got off of the bed to continue looking for your phone on the floor.

"you provoke me, so that's not my issue," you argued.

he stood up with your pants in his hand, dropping them on the bed, "provoke you? please."

"i genuinely cannot stand you when you're like this," you stood up at the end of his bed, pulling the blankets back to check.

"like what?"

"you're stubborn and you're controlling," you said.

"are you actually joking? have you met yourself?"

"i'm not as bad as you," you argued.

"y/n, you're worse than me."

you groaned, "let's just stop fighting and look for my phone so i can go home and stop bothering you."

"you're seriously mad?"

"yes, i'm mad. i came over because i'm stressed, and you're fucking arguing with me!"

"that obviously wasn't either of our intentions," he sat down on his bed, hand coming up to his head in frustration. "look, i'm sorry."

"you don't even mean that," you dismissed him.

"i obviou-" he stopped himself, noticing his tone, "i mean it, im sorry."

since last year, he learnt that he would never get to any good conclusion or compromise if he didn't let his pride go for a few seconds.

"really?" you dropped down next to him.

he was making eye contact with you, "yes, i mean it."

you bowed your head as your own two hands found each other awkwardly, "thank you."

"you alright?" he asked genuinely.

"have you ever had anyone in your bed before?"

"none besides you," he told you.

"right," you let go of your hands, letting them drape over your knees. "the last girl, did you guys like... i don't know. cuddle or whatever?"

"oh, do you want to?"

you looked up at him and shrugged, "if you want to."

"if you want to?"

you stood up and pushed him back against the bed gently, his head resting against the pillow. "is this getting freaky?"

"freaky?? no, idiot," you hovered over the top of him, positioning yourself correctly and comfortably. "flip, i don't like this."

you were under him instead and he rested his weight directly on top of you.

your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his wrapped around your waist. "am i too heavy?"

"nah, it's comfortable," you told him.

you laid like that for a few seconds until he looked at you and said, "this is awkward."

"you make it more awkward by addressing the awkwardness??"

he groaned slightly, tucking his head back into your chest. your hands carded through his overgrown black hair which was definitely due for a haircut.

"y/n?"

"yes, tobio?"

"stay?"

you examined his facial features, looking for even the slightest hint of this being a joke. "for real?"

"you can't find your phone, you're tired, and it's already midnight."

you had your bag which had an extra of pretty much everything you needed, at least until you got home tomorrow morning. "okay," you replied.

"for what it's worth," he started, "i appreciate you coming over, and i'm sorry."

"for what it's worth, i did finish," you whispered. you laughed quietly together and you held his head close to your chest.

maybe you could get along.

author's note
i have 3 essays to do for english and 7 days left at school, let me skip the smut for a bit pls 🙏