friends | yandere tōru oikawa

cuss [39]

"Good morning, my love" Tōru cooed, your eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room, turning to your right, Tōru rested his head on his bent arms, still laying down, gazing at you with an endearing smile.

You snuck your hands out from under the covers and rubbed your eyes, stretching afterwards with a yawn. "Good morning, Tōru." He chuckled, finding your in-person, freshly awaken, self to be adorable. He was so happy to have finally been able to see it in person rather than through a screen.

"Let's make breakfast? What do you want to eat today?" He sat up to better see you, leaning his head on his shoulder at an angle.

"Breakfast? Pancakes?— I don't know, whatever you want is fine." You mumbled, still half asleep.

Tōru sort of pouted, "I want you to choose, my love." You smiled at the name he referred to you by, geeking slightly, pulling the covers over your face to hide your grin. He chuckled.

"Mm a breakfast sandwich sounds good, no?" You suggested peeking your eyes over the covers. Tōru grinned, making his way off the bed.

"Of course it does! I'll go downstairs and get started with that."

You now sat up, "well, I'll help you."

He smiled wider, "first get ready for the day, then you can help, okay?" You nodded an 'okay', and he swiftly left the room with an "okay!"

Retracing your steps from last nights memory, you found the bathroom and so went in to wash your face and teeth.

You sighed.

Aw man,
I don't have any of my makeup.
Ugh dammit.

After slightly patting your face dry, you rummaged through the bathroom cabinets and drawers, eventually, coincidently, finding your specific face lotion.

No way!
Yes!

You opened it; it was still sealed.

Since the bathroom was pretty close to the kitchen, you called out, extending your arm out the door though keeping yourself out of view, lotion in hand, "Tōru, can I open this?" 

You heard quick light footsteps moving slightly before stopping.

"Yeah, of course,"

"Thank you!"

You quickly patted on the lotion to better moisturize your skin. Sighing at yourself in the mirror.

Ugh, I look so weird without makeup,
Fuck I don't even want him to see me right now.

You exhaled, going straight into the kitchen before you could change your mind last minute. Tōru was leaning over the stove, messing with something on it, you guessed it was bacon due to the specific sizzling noise.

He turned after hearing your footsteps.

With a grin he admitted, "you're so beautiful, my love," before casually turning back around to focus his attention back onto the bacon. You stood shocked and flustered.

Oh

"Fucking Tōru" you mummbled, huffing, now completely blushing while covering your face with both hands. It was such a nonchalant comment, you couldn't think straight.

Tōru just glanced back at you and chuckled; gosh he loved it when you got obviously flustered. It felt like a sort of accomplishment to him.

You later offered to help cook, but Tōru refused to let you even pick up a plate, and so you sat down in defeat at the countertop while he hummed a tune, finishing prepping the breakfast sandwich.