Imagination

25. Dreams

Oikawa

It's been two years since Kaori and I started dating, which meant that we were now both in college. Iwa had gone to a different one, but we still kept close contact. Going to admit, it was pretty tough to see him off at the airport, but he did promise to come visit every now and then.

That gave me hope, and I had no choice but to hug him as he left for his plane.

Kaori poked fun at me for being such a crybaby, but she really was no good at teasing me. I mean, that's not entirely true. There's only one place where she had some skill, and that was the bedroom.

What? Of course she somehow managed to get extremely hot when we're having sex.

Man, that's a real good stress reliever whenever I lose or win a game. God did I love that woman, all her flaws, and every single inch of her body, which now belonged to me.

Well, that's what she said just two nights ago. And the night before. Well, probably on the first night we made love as well. Yeah. I basically owned her the second we started acting lewd.

"Toru...Can you get us takeout?...Please," she whined lazily, throwing herself over my chest with a thud. She was still as light as ever, even though she managed to lift half the amount of weights that I usually did.

And trust me, that is terrifying. Seeing her doing that while guys around the area tremble in their shoes is as if Iwa was threatening to beat me up.

But what makes it even better is that she actually tries, and has kept up with me in a lot of exercises. Of course, she wouldn't be Kaori without eating chocolate for hours after a sad movie, or reading for days on end with a snappy attitude whenever I interrupted her.

When she got immersed in a new book, not even my own tactics could stop her from finishing it. From experience itself, I will never- and I mean never, do anything as embarrassing as that one time to try and distract her from her book.

Don't even bother asking. That was the most tragic event in my entire life.

The years we spent together was something of a miracle in my eyes. The dates, feverish sex, heartfelt moments, and everything else couples do who are madly in love. In my case, some of the most memorable times would be teaching her a few volleyball tips, playing a few back and forth rounds with her clumsy but talented self, and snuggling up to her while reading. She was everything to me, even when she was at her worst, screaming for me when she was having massive mood swings, or nagging me for sweets whenever we went shopping. That woman was everything I could dream of, and my heart was completely hers for eternity.

I sighed in defeat, and poked her forehead with my index and middle finger.

"Fine, but we're going shopping after. We can't always rely on eating out," I spoke, finally giving in.

She cheered and slid herself in between my arms, separating my eyes from my phone's screen.

"Hi," she giggled.

"Hey," I responded sweetly.

I smiled and brushed her bangs out of her face. With the adorable grin on her lips, I gently pulled her face into mine, and kissed her passionately.

She laughed softly in appreciation, moving up higher on my chest, propping her hands on my shoulders.

My hand released my phone as I wrapped my hands around her, pressing her more into my lips.

Her tongue danced in my mouth with compassion, tasting the inside of my mouth with a light hum.

She broke us apart for a second, and sent me a devious grin. I returned it with a smirk, watching her head go to the crook of my neck.