𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑃𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐵𝐸𝐺𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 ┊ 𝐻𝐴𝐽𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝐼𝑊𝐴𝐼𝑍𝑈𝑀𝐼

𝟭𝟭 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

┅ ┅ ┅

"Yeah, no, none of my clothes will fit you."
He chuckled before taking his sweater off.
"It's okay. I can sleep in my shirt and pants."
"No-"
The two looked at each other for a moment, unaware of what exactly to do.
"You don't have to."
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"I'm not- I won't be- it's okay. I don't want you to have to sleep in your uniform."

Iwaizumi started to unbutton his shirt, making Naomi turn away. She wasn't even sure she should be looking at him. It's like to her, she was invading his privacy, but to him, he was just taking off his shirt in front of his girlfriend.
He folded the shirt and set it on the ground.
"Are you sure you aren't uncomfortable, Itsuwaru?"
Naomi still couldn't turn and face him.
"Y-Yeah I'm sure."

Iwaizumi stood up and walked over to her. He took his hands and rested them on her open arms, sliding down to reach her wrists.
"Itsuwaru, you don't sound very sure."
"I'm okay, Iwaizumi-San."
"You're so formal. Look at me."
Naomi couldn't turn to look at him, not with his torso exposed like it is.

Iwaizumi pulled her wrists to her stomach where he pulled her back, pushing her into his chest.
"Itsuwaru, you need to tell me the truth."
The truth?
She didn't even know what the truth was in this situation. What was meant to be the truth? What answer would satisfy his definition of truth?
She wasn't sure, but she couldn't just stand here.

"Iwaizumi-San, you can continue."
"Continue with what?" He asked, dipping his face lower to her ear.
"You can continue-continue to undress."
Iwaizumi realized he shouldn't push her and backed off to take his uniform bottoms off.
Naomi covered her face while he did so. She was so embarrassed, she didn't know how to describe it. Never in her life had she imagined this scenario, but she brought it upon herself.

"I'm done, don't you want to change?"
Naomi made a small shriek, not knowing how to proceed.
Iwaizumi once again walked over to her, but this time he stood in front. He grabbed hold of her hands and slowly brought them down.
"Itsuwaru, there's no reason to be embarrassed."
"There is," she mumbled. She tried to keep her eyes on his but seeing how much open skin there was below his neck scared her.
"I can turn around if you want. Would you like that?"
She squeezed her fingers into his hands, once again debating what she really wanted, and what his definition of truth would satisfy him.

Naomi let go of his hands and took hold of the bottom button of her shirt. She moved upwards, watching her blouse slowly open up like a curtain. Naomi didn't like her body, and definitely didn't like Iwaizumi looking at it.
She let the blouse fall off her shoulders and onto the floor.

Her hands were shaking as she took hold of the top of her skirt, but his hands grabbed hers before she could take it off.
"I can turn around. You don't owe me this."
"I know. It's okay."
"Itsu-"
"It's okay."
She let her skirt fall, now only in a small pair of shorts and her undergarments.

Iwaizumi cupped her face and brought their lips together, happy once again that they were alone.
Naomi was very hesitant about where to put her hands. She settled for his shoulders, but she could feel her hands falling lower.
His hands fell lower too, holding onto the sides of her shoulders.
Iwaizumi deepened their kiss and pushed more into her, hoping she'd begin to start feeling less awkward.

Naomi really didn't know how to proceed. None of this was easy. She had to kiss back, so she did. Her foot stepped forward, pushing her knee into his thigh. His hands lowered themselves again, grabbing hold of her hips, the skin of her torso was warm.
She felt him trying to lift her, so she assisted and let her feet leave the ground for a moment. He raised her up and her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.

His fingers rubbed softly against the skin of her back and Naomi found herself melting more into his hold.
Their faces drifted apart and they breathed together, trying to gain air.
"I know I may seem all big and strong," he joked, "but I gotta set you down."
"Am I really that heavy?"
"For how small you are, yes."
"I'm not that small."
"I know."
He returned his lips to hers and he walked them over to her bed where he sat down.

Her legs moved backward and she lifted her body with her knees, now she had one leg on either side of Iwaizumi.
He continued to hold onto her body while her hands went up his neck to grab his face.
Naomi opened her mouth, allowing Iwaizumi a chance. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they both crashed into each other, making her pull his face harshly forward.

Iwaizumi moved his hands down to her thighs, slowly letting the tips of his fingers dip under her shorts. He let them rest there, just liking the feeling of the trapped warmth underneath them.
Naomi continued to explore his mouth, finding herself blushing hard at his touch.

Naomi could hear the loud footsteps of her father coming upstairs, making her pull her face away from Iwaizumi, leaving spit running down her lips which she ran her hand over.
"Get under the covers," she whispered, climbing off of him to turn the lights off.
He followed orders, hiding under the thick covers while she got in beside him, pretending to sleep.

When her father opened her door to check on her, he sighed at her asleep state and shut the door back, making Naomi sigh at the click.
"That was close," she chuckled.
Iwaizumi popped out from the covers with a smile.
"You're beautiful, Itsuwaru, you know that?"
She looked down at his cute face as he slid further down into the covers, only letting his nose and mouth show. You could still see the curl of his smile on the line of his cheeks.
"You can call me Itsu if you want, I'm sorry for being picky."
He gripped her hand from under the comforter.
"As long as you drop the -San on my name."
"I will."
She fell lower into the bed, allowing her to be face to face with him.

"Goodnight," he told her.
"Goodnight."

His definition of truth had satisfied her. She hadn't kissed him with Oikawa in mind.
Oikawa Tōru, in that moment, hadn't even crossed her mind.