"Wake up, or at least get off me!" The (h/c)-head whisper-yelled towards the brunet, whose grasp around the former's waist just tightened in a sleepy response.
"Trash," (y/n) started, trying to wriggle out of Tooru's grip, "I won't even bother buying you a cake, leave alone make one."
"Uwaaah! (Y/n)-chan, did Iwa-chan influence you so much that you'll call me 'trash' even on my birthday!?" He looked up, eyes puffy and sleepy, towards the silhouette above him, a slight pout on his perfect visage.
Mission: grabbing his attention: Complete!
"Trash," (y/n) said yet again, managing to lean on the soft, fluffy pillow, "you're my trash. Premium trash. A-Grade trash. SS-Class—"
"Alright, alright, I get it!" Trash exclaimed, and jumped on his partner.
And what better way exists to end this pointless fanfic than a kawaii Oikawa trying to kiss his beloved (y/n)?
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Trash | Oikawa Tooru
Fanfiction150 words. Gender neutral! Reader. • Started, published and completed on 20th July, Trashykawa's birthday. • Haikyuu belongs to Furudate. If I owned it, SemiShira would be canon and sailing.
