Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)

4) Embarrassing

"Knock, knock." Tooru grazes his knuckles across the door to your room, leaning against the wood. Your head shoots up from your form hunched over his laptop, eyes bloodshot from staring at the screen.

"You finished yet?" He questions while striding over and taking a seat beside you on the floor. With a nod, you shut the device and lean your head on his shoulder, "Last essay of the year, done, check, finished."

The brunette wraps an arm around you, pulling you tight into his side. "Good. You sure you don't need me to read it over?" You shake your head, twisting so your face is pushed into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist.

His face involuntarily heats up as you groan, mumbling into his shirt, "Unless you'd like to read a fifteen-page essay, then no. It's okay." You look up at him, planting a quick peck on his lips.

"Any plans for this lovely Saturday?" A slow grin climbs up his face, "Actually, I have plans with Takeru at the youth volleyball program."

You yawn again, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, "Oh nice, what time?"

"1." He continues to stare at you, his grin unmoving.

"...What?" You say after a moment, eyes going side to side in confusion. "I want you to come! We don't have to help much; we kind of just follow Takeru the whole time. And take lots of pictures!" You chuckle, "But it's an Uncle and Nephew activity, I don't want to intrude..."

"Trust me Y/N, you're not. The last time we saw you before he and I went out, he asked about you the entire time. That boy is not complaining." You put your finger to your chin, pulling your legs in to sit criss-cross applesauce. "Last time? I distinctly remember you saying I looked like an ugly witch, right?"

His mischievous smirk shows its face, "It was just a troll." You snort, pushing yourself off the floor, "Even better."

You reach down, pulling Tooru to his feet (with little help from the boy himself). "Kids? I made sandwiches to bring with you for the volleyball camp later." Tooru instantly socially distances himself, as do you, taking a seat on your bed and crossing your legs over each other.

She eyes you suspiciously, "Good to see you two are getting along..." Emma narrows her eyes suspiciously, mostly aimed at her lineage, and then turns and saunters back to the kitchen.

The boy shoots you one last dazzling smile and slips out of your room.
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"Are you 100% sure he'll be fine with it?" You question nervously, leg bobbing, cheek torn up and bleeding on the inside. His hand was already on your leg, sliding down to interlock your fingers.

"Did you know that when we kiss I can feel the torn skin all around the inside your cheeks?" Your head shoots toward him, face involuntarily warming, "What?"

He nods, turning the steering wheel with one hand. "Whenever you chew on your cheek, and then we kiss, I can feel it with my tongue...sometimes."   He repeats, enjoying the look of horror etched across your face.

"Why the fuck would you say that?!" You cover your mouth, reeling at his words.

He laughs, "Maybe it'll embarrass you enough that you'll stop." You open your mouth to respond, then let out an annoyed puff of air. "You're unbelievable."

"We're here!" He sings, making sure you see his cocky grin. "Oh, joy."

You survey his sister's house, smaller than the Oikawa's but still very nice. Takeru runs out through the garage, backpack on his back and a smile on his face. He goes to the passenger side and then sees you inside, his eyebrows raising.