The Art Room [Oikawa x Reader]

Chapter 40 - I Love You

"Argentina?" I sit up from the bed we were laying on, staring down at Oikawa, "I mean, that's great! I just... wasn't expecting you to go there."

Oikawa glances up at me, "Wanna come?"

"You already know I'm going to Tokyo for school." I sigh, flopping back down on my back. Even if I didn't get a scholarship, I still got accepted. Plus, it's been my dream to go there.

"I know," He says, "I was half joking when saying that."

We stayed quiet. I'm sure both of us were thinking the same thing.

"So, what are we gonna do?" I broke the silence.

Oikawa thinks for a moment, "Long distance?"

I stifle a laugh, "You really think we could do that?"

"We can try."

"You can't even go a day without touching me."

"What, do you want me to just ignore you when we're at school?" He's the one sitting up now.

"Well, I could go for a lot less pda."

"It's not pda if there's no one in the classrooms."

"Are you forgetting about all the times you try holding my hand or having an arm around me down the halls?"

He furrows his brows, "Sorry, I just like you a lot."

"Right," I smile, but it quickly fades once I remember what we were talking about, "Let's not worry about us until the time comes. We still have a couple of months."

He nods, "Yeah. We should hang out with Iwa and Aya too. Huh, I guess you're the only one staying in Japan."

"Thank you so much for the reminder, all of my friends are leaving me." I groan, shoving my face into a pillow. What was just as surprising as Oikawa going to Argentina, was Aya and Iwa going to California. What were the odds they wanted to go to the same school?

"I'm sorry." Oikawa moved my face from the pillow.

"You don't have to apologize." I say, "We're all doing what we've always wanted to do."

As I said that, the sudden memory of what that man from my art competition told me came up.

"I don't think you need to go to art school."

I think I would've brushed this off, but the fact that the man looked uncannily like my dad made me think about it more.

Is this really what I want to do?

"What's with that face?" Oikawa interrupts my thoughts.

"What face?"

"You made a weird face after saying that."

"I didn't make a face."

"Stop trying to gaslight me."

"I'm literally not." I roll onto my side.

He pushed me onto my back again, trapping me underneath him. He stared at me. I always felt nervous whenever he looked at me like this, no matter how many times he does it, I can never get used to it.

"...What?" I mumble.

"You just look so pretty like this."

I looked to the side, avoiding any eye contact, "Why do you say stuff like that at the most random times?"

He parted his lips like he was about to say something, but stayed silent.

My gaze shifted back to his eyes, "Come on, what were you gonna say?"