Don't Tell Anyone [ Oikawa x Reader x Akaashi ]

The Past, The Influence and The Playboy

You can feel the after effect of how much you drank last night. Your head was pounding. Your forehead crumpled in annoyance and opened your eyes. It was still dark and you were in a room you weren't familiar of.

'Ah, I was at a party last night.'

You then saw the person snoozing beside you: he had brown hair, long curly lashes that accented his already pretty eyes even more.

'Oh', your pupils dilated at the sight. You knew this guy, too much. You got to see these features up close before, countless times that you could remember. It was your childhood friend. The one you left two years ago before you had to move to Tokyo.

Why was he sleeping beside you again?

Your head ached as you tried to think of what happened last night. You panned to your side and your widened when you saw the distinct black dress you chose to wear last night for the party along with your undergarments were tossed on the floor. You gripped tightly on the duvet that covered you. You felt the chills as you realized that were fully naked after all and so was the sleeping man beside you when you took a glimpse to see what's underneath the sheets. It was obvious that something happened to the two of you. You didn't need to ask such obvious questions. But how did it happen? How did you meet him again last night?

___-chan!

Flashes of last night slowly came to you. You tried to recall the memory of how it all started.

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Last night's Weekend Party. First Week of Classes

You weren't the party-goer kind of girl obviously but you'd attend a few of them occasionally, per reason and actually enjoy them. This time, you had someone as a reason. You had two best friends. They were both volleyball geeks. Why do you always end up with boys who're so much into volleyball? That's just how you were too back in Miyagi. Two volleyball nerds as your best friend, typical ___. Maybe you just got used to it since it grew on you since you were a child.

"Don't I look cool, Akaashi?", the spike haired boy, Bokuto Kotaro with light colored ends on his hair flexed his arms and turned his back in front of the black haired setter named Akaashi Keiji to show him his attire for the night's party.

"It's just fine.", the black haired boy replied to his friend.

"Akaashi!", Bokuto whined, balling up his fists. He's not mad. That's just how they were most of the time.

"You look cool if you'd ask me, Bokuto.", the two boys turned to you as you approached them. You wore a black dress mini skirt that fitted your physique really well and black pumps that made you look tall. You're not used to wearing things like this but you knew how to plan and dress well to certain events that you were attending. Since this was very likely uncommon of you, your two best friends were quite surprised.

"Thanks, ___!", the spike haired boy greeted, flabbergasted. The two stuttered for a moment as the lady of the evening stood beside them, "A-Akaashi."

"Huh?", Akaashi raised a brow at his friend.

"Don't you think ___-san looks pretty for tonight?", Bokuto timidly scratched the back of his head.

"Uhh...", Akaashi glanced at you and you saw his stern expression changed to something calmer. He averted his gaze and spoke, "Yes."

You were taken aback by his compliment. It was a big deal when the seemingly uncaring, unfeeling and cold Akaashi gives a genuine positive remark. It meant a lot especially to you since you were fond of him.