𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 ♾ t. oikawa

11. Pervert

"M'lady, I don't think it can fit."

Glaring at the boy, you ignored his words and continued trying to ram the extra strawberry into the blender.

"Yes it can!" You tried convincing yourself with it sticking out the top. Putting the lid on, you convinced yourself. "I'll just try holding the lid down while blending it."

"Wai-"

It did not work.

The smoothie splattering all over you and Oikawa, both your clothes stained with the fruits.

"Well that was something." You commented as he glared at you. "Hehe."

•-•

Looking at his shirt he gave you to wear, your stomach swirled a little knowing you were going to wear his shirt. It was the middle of winter, weeks went by since the embarrassing moment that occurred during the night of the annual winter dance.

Safe to say, you were completely over him now. Or so you thought.

Not wanting to put the shirt on just yet, you decided to explore Oikawa's bedroom as you've never seen it yet even after being in his house multiple times.

His room room was pretty big. You looked around to see a wall full of trophies and medals. Along with a picture frame of Oikawa holding an award from when he was in middle-school.

"Best setter." You read quietly to yourself.

Looking around, his bed was neatly tided and room organized. Then you stumbled upon a little picture on his desk with no frame. It was a picture that was taken of you for the yearbook from when you were a first-year.

I did look pretty good in that photo. You said remembering the compliments you received that day from Kenji. Your finger placed on your chin with a thinking expression. Why does he have this?

Putting back the photo from where you found it. You went back to his bed where you placed his shirt before taking off your own. Putting his shirt on, it hanged below your waist and loosely around your body.

It was way too big for you. Then suddenly you heard the shower head go off, making you realize you overstayed your visit in his bedroom which was suppose to only be a few minutes.

Rushing over to his bedroom door, you tried to make your exit before he could come in the bedroom. Unfortunately for you, as you opened the bedroom door, there stood a naked chest.

Flinching away, your eyes landed on his well structured chest to his developed six pack abs. Then down his v-line that was slightly covered by his pants. Unconsciously, you gulped.

"Oh, I thought you would be done by now." His voice bringing you back to your senses.

"Sorry." Was all that came out before you tried going around him, only for him to move in front of you, blocking your way.

Slowly, he began walking towards you which made you walk backwards before feeling your hands hit the bed behind you. Automatically sitting down on it, Oikawa leaned down, hands on either side of you supporting him up.

Staring at you straight in the eyes, you gulped.

"Can you tell me you don't feel anything for me?" He suddenly asked.

Feeling the tension rising, you managed to stutter out. "What?"

He then leaned closer to your face causing you to back away until you fell flat on the bed. He hovered above you, hands either side of your head. "Am I still a child to you?" He asked.