One in a Million Chances • Oikawa Tooru x Reader •

One in a Million Chances [2/2]

"Then let's pretend we're in love. While both of us are still here... And then after that we'll leave everything that happened here just like that. We won't contact each other after. In that way, overtime, we'll think if these events really happen... We'll make it memorable! Its like hitting two birds with one stone."

Its one of the most ridiculous idea you ever heard yet you still find yourself diving straight into it. Maybe because its his face? Or his down to earth convincing voice. Alcohol?

Or you happen to have a loose screw in the head right now.

"So... How do we start this pretend?" You asked tilting your head to the right. You nearly fell into the pool when you felt his long, calous fingers wrap in yours.

"Let's set the mood first. Hmm..." You silently thank the gods for letting the moon hide behind the fluffy clouds or else your tomato red face will be clearly visible. "Okay. Say something about me. Like... Reasons why you like me." He smiled, waiving his index finger in front of your face. You raised an eyebrow.

"I cannot give you that. We barely know each other."

"Just come up with something (l/n) - chan. We're pretending right?" He pointed out. You closed your eyes to come up with any ideas but you can't phantom a word.

"I love the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you read a paper." Oikawa started when he realized nothing will happen if he let you go first.

"...The way you tie your hair in a messy bun when you're inside your apartment. I love the way you dress and not wearing too much make up unlike other girls I know. I also love it when you ask me how you look everytime we go out. You should know how gorgeous you are it drives me crazy."

"I love the way you dry my hair with a towel and how you lean your head on my shoulder when ever we watch a movie. I love it when you let me pay for your meals when we go out instead of arguing in front of the waiter who'll pay the bills."

"...I love the way you leave notes on the dinning table with breakfast when you have to leave early. I love the way you act like you don't care sometimes and join my adventurous shits even though it's filthy or creepy. I love the way you place your fingers on top of your lips when you feel nervous or shy."

You pressed your lips tight when he caress your cheeks with the back of his hand and close the distance between your faces.

"I love how you kick my ass when I feel down and whack my head when you think I'm being selfish... but by the end of the day you'll give a light peck on my cheeks and just like that, everything is alright. I love how you stay firm with your decision and how you keep your words sincere and not sugar-coated."

"I love your patience no matter how much I piss you off. I love how you handle other girls flirting with me and not let them faze you because you know you have me already and you know I love you so much I won't dare to look at any other girl aside you..."

The distance between you is so close you can feel his breath and smell his perfume.

And as if his words are laced with magic, you felt a fluttering feeling in your heart. You held back your tears and closed your eyes once more - digesting all that is happening, recording every words he spouted in your mind.

You almost forgot the feeling of being loved, that is why inspite the fact that all of this is a pretend, you're willing to hold into it.

You leaned your head in Oikawa's chest and was utterly suprised to hear his heart beating fast. You smiled a little. At least you're not the only one.

"Your turn." He pat your head. You did not flinch but instead remained still to cover your embarrassment.

"Oikawa... I love the way you brush your hair whenever you feel too confident or full of yourself. I love the way you place most of your weight on your left foot and cross your arms because it make you look really cool."