Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

2) School

You sprawl out on the sand, a towel protecting your head from getting sandy, "I wish we could do this every day." You breathe, shutting your eyes.

A smile climbs up Tooru's face, leaning over you from behind. His legs are outstretched beside you while his torso remains behind your head.

"We can, if you stop being a goodie goodie and skip."

You peak one eye open to look at him, "Like you've ever skipped school mr. number one in the class."

His eyes widen before his lips fall into a pout, "Who told you?"

"Makki." Oikawa breathes out a little breath through his nose as if to say obviously.

"He flexed he was 45th, then called you a try hard for being number one." You reach up to his face and brush some sand out of his eyebrow, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shuts his eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand as you move to cup his cheek. "I just thought it was lame, that's all." He says quietly, you move your thumb up and down his face in gentle strikes. "Nothing you do is lame."

He chuckles, "That is most certainly not true but I appreciate it."

You roll your eyes, patting his cheek twice. "Move so I don't head butt you."

Now sitting up, you look at the small, crashing waves.

"I love the beach." You inhale the salty air, blowing out through your nose.

"I love you, beach." Tooru responds, and you laugh.

"That was a good one," You say while leaning toward him.

"Yeah?" He murmurs, bringing a hand to the side of your face

"Uhuh." You say, smiling against his lips, now diving into a soft and slow smooch.

Pulling away a moment later, your head tilts at him, "Have you thought about where you want to go to school?"

"Okay, random."

You lean back on your hands, the motion coating your palms in sand.

"I'm just curious."

He averts his gaze, staring down the stretch of beach. "Not really, no."

You hum, "Okay...Do you have any idea what you want to do..?"

I'm calling he's going to say volleyball

"Volleyball." He turns toward you, flicking your nose. "Duh."

"Duh," You mock in a dumb voice while plopping backwards into the sand. He lays down beside you, facing the sky.

"Aren't we going out to eat after this?"

You purse your lips, "We'll have time to change. And if we're late, we're late."

His brows shoot upwards. He turns over on his side so he's facing you, hoisting himself up on his elbow.

"Really?" You were always punctual, better than punctual. You were fine with being late?

"Yes, really!" You exclaim, throwing your hands up. "Do you think I'm that crazy I can't be late every once in a while?"

He snorts, "You're anal about this stuff. Can't blame a guy for being surprised." You turn your back to him, huffing in mock irritation.

"Oh come on," He pokes your back, "Aren't you missing my beautiful face?" You don't respond, "Come on, turn around. It wouldn't hurt to see my absolutely stunning features for a few seconds, would it?" He grins, pinching your back suddenly. "You'd be blessed."