The Perfect Face ||Oikawa Tooru x Reader||

Chapter 7

You walked out into the living room, wearing one of your tighter shirts that you owned, which honestly made your figure look fantastic. Iwaizumi looked up from his laptop, patting the couch for you to sit down. You walked over, before giving him an odd look. "Why are you dressed up?" You asked, taking in his jeans and black Nike shirt.

"I'm waiting for Oikawa to get here, we're going to go hang out with a few old friends." He said, closing his laptop as he looked at you, " When did you start wearing anything that wasn't volleyball shirts?" Iwaizumi asked, crossing his arms over his chest as you gave him a peculiar look.

"All of my other stuff is dirty," you commented before hearing a knock on the door. "That must be Oikawa, have fun doing whatever you guys do."

Iwaizumi watched you walk away before answering the door. He opened the door, indeed revealing Oikawa, who was dressed up in jeans with a hoodie.

"Iwa-chan! Why are you giving me that look?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as his best friend had a look of thought on his features.

"Go invite (f/n) to join us."

"Why me?"

"If you know what's best for you Crappykawa you'll do what I asked you to." Iwaizumi commented, to which Oikawa's eyes widened with fear as he nodded his head, moving to your room.

"(f/n)-chan! Come with us!" Oikawa said, leaning against your doorway as he peered into your room. You looked up from your bed, before raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don't want to intrude on you guys..." You began, looking at him as he sighed, before shaking his head as he smiled.

"Come on (f/n)-chan! it'll be fun,"

"Okay.." You said, before getting off of the bed, "Let me look for some different clothes..."

Oikawa tilted his head, looking at you curiously. "You look fine! Let's go."

You unconsciously covered your stomach as you hid your figure which was noticeable in your tight shirt. The chocolate-haired man picked up on this, watching where you arms went to cover yourself as if you were exposed.

"I don't have a sweatshirt." You said, beginning to look through your closet. Gosh darn it, maybe you shouldn't have decided to do laundry today after all.

"Here." He said, sliding off his sweatshirt to which he handed to you. You gratefully took his sweatshirt, which now covered any traces of your figure by its largeness.

"Thank you." You replied softly, feeling safe in way, before following him out of the apartment.

"(f/n)-chan, why is it whenever we're in public, you wear baggy clothes?" Oikawa asked, looking at you as your gaze was focused on Iwaizumi who was grabbing the three of you drinks.

You shrugged, before sliding down in your seat a little bit as the eyes of several other men were on you, which made you shift uncomfortably.

"(f/n)-chan, you don't like guys checking you out do you?" He asked, using his observation skills to piece together his findings.

You shrugged once more, but he could tell you were silently confirming his suspicions. In all honesty, you should have been flattered that they were checking you out, but you knew they were looking at you for your appearance, not for who you really were, which was the most important part of a person, you had determined. You just wanted to be desired for your personality, sure having your looks admired was nice, but you wanted people to want you for you. But, because you were indeed beautiful it was hard to escape their eyes, even while wearing an oversized sweatshirt that hid your body.