Friday passed by slowly with everyone else in school. Oikawa had dropped off a few different shirts that morning, and you were currently standing in front of your mirror, trying each of them on.
They smelled like him.
After he had left last night, all you had been able to think about was the day you had spent with him, the way he laughed, the things he said.
Hinata texted you.
Hinata: hey just making sure ur still coming tonight
You: yeah I'll be there. Oikawa insists on riding with me to get there tho
Hinata: ooo, romantic
You: i guess. How's ur love life looking?
Hinata: speaking of that... can I talk to you tonight
You: yeah, is something wrong?
Hinata: idk not really...
You: okay well... I'll see you there
Hinata: :))
That was... odd. What could Hinata possibly have to tell you?
You looked at your reflection. You were wearing nothing besides a long gray t-shirt from Oikawa. It reached your mid-thighs and the name of the band, Guns N' Roses, was printed on the front. In your opinion, it suited you well.
You pulled on your new jeans, tucking the shirt into them. You found a chain belt in your closet and wore that as well.
It was only just 3:00 (15:00). Oikawa had said he was coming over after school to take you to the party and you laid down on your bed to wait.
Before you even knew what you were doing, you had opened his Instagram page to scroll through his posts. Most of them were volleyball related, but you found a picture you really liked. He was posing in front of a mirror, a soft smile on his face, unlike his usual smirk. His hair looked so fluffy and soft and he looked amazing.
You found yourself smiling at the picture, and you gazed at it for who knows how long until there was a knock on your bedroom door.
"Hey there!"
Oikawa flopped down onto your bed beside you.
"I didn't say you could come in," you said, hurriedly hiding your phone.
"Yeah, well, I'm ready to leave when you are."
"Already?" You glanced at the time. It was now 3:45.
"It takes about an hour to get to Hinata's. I figured you'd want to leave a little early."
You sat up and Oikawa stared at you.
"What is it?"
"You look nice," he said, smiling. "I'd never expect you to dress like that but... it suits you."
You tried to ignore the way his comment made your heartbeat quicken, and instead, you focused on pulling on a pair of combat boots. "A lot of things suit me."
"My practice jersey is one of those things," Oikawa said.
"What?"
He stood up and walked over to you. You were both standing in front of your mirror, and his hand rested on your lower back. He leaned in and whispered, "At the next match we have, I want you to wear my practice jersey. Alright?"
Your insides were on fire. You turned and smacked his arm. "Cut it out, Shittykawa!"
"Too much for you?" He giggled. "But I was serious."
