Happy With You [] Oikawa x Reader

car parties and shopping shenanigans

Hi kids

Oikawa POV

During my first 2 years of junior high, I dated a lot of girls. They usually ended after 2 months, though, because I was apparently 'too obsessed with volleyball' or because they were jealous of other people looking at me. I admit, I never put in much effort, so many have labeled me as a player: After I got dumped, I would go and date the next hot girl who confessed to me. Iwa often gets mad at me for being a fuckboy, but I just play it off.

This summer, I realized how much I hate all of that. The thing is, (L/n) doesn't know any of that yet. When it comes to (L/n), I get a fresh start. She's a breath of fresh air.

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I was thrilled that I convinced (L/n) to let me go shopping and make cookies with her. Since I can't go to volleyball yet, I've been bored out of my mind when school ends. Initially, I was allowed to at least sit on the bench during practice. Still, after Iwa-chan caught me practicing my serves during their water break, the coach banned me from stepping inside the gym before I was cleared.

When (L/n) and I reached the parking lot, I waited at the school doors and watched (L/n) run to her bike and bike back over to me. Before she even reached me, she had a huge grin plastered on her face, "you know" she started pulling up next to me "I can't go inside your car unless you have candy to bribe me into it."

"Then I might have to officially kidnap you, (L/n)-chan" I smiled back at her and motioned for her to follow as I led us to my car. I looked at her, so find her still smiling and slightly swerving back and forth. Then I realized, "where's your helmet?! You can get hurt!"

Her head darted in my direction, "c'mon Oikawa. What are you, my mom?"

(○口○ ) -oop. So I guess that's how Iwa-chan feels when I say that. "n-no. It's just..... um. Who am I going to kidnap if you get brain damage?"

(L/n) laughed but in an intense nose exhale way, "You're crazy crazy."

We reached my car, and I replied while opening my trunk, "You think I'm crazy now? You should have seen me in elementary school."

"Please further explain," (L/n) said. She got off her bike, and I put it inside the trunk and closed the door.

"I'll tell you in the car," I replied and (L/n) practically ran into shotgun. When I got into the driver's seat, I was met with (L/n)'s impatient eyes waiting for me to explain.

I laughed and shared a memory of my own, "One time, I lied about being bullied, so I didn't have to go to school. And my Mom called the principle, and the kid I framed got suspended. I felt bad, but I didn't go to school for two days....... so I guess it worked out." I laughed even more as I watched her face fall into a look of horror.

"OIKAWA. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT. THAT POOR KID." (L/n) tried to look angry, but a smile and giggle were breaking through. It was adorable.

"Oh, don't 'poor kid' the boy. It was just Iwa-chan," I said matter-of-factly. (L/n) responded by slapping her hands to her face to hide her expression.

"I'm going to hell for laughing." She mumbled through her fingers.

I started the car and started driving. "Um. I'm pretty sure you (L/n) are going to hell regardless." She scoffed and punched my arm lightly with a pouted 'fuck you.' I looked at her, and we locked eyes. We didn't close eyes for long. But it was long enough for both of us to feel something.

"Eyes on the road, dummy." I smiled and looked at the road.

There was a comfortable silence for a whole 3 seconds before (L/n) broke it: "When I was about 5 years old, my teacher instructed my class to draw our favorite Christmas gifts. I drew my nerf gun from my dad, but my teacher got scared and called the police. My house got searched by child protective services."