The Dorms || Oikawaxreader (complete)

Nine - Starlight

YOUR POV

I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep until I heard the chirping of the morning birds drift through my cracked window. I ran my fingers over the warm surface beneath them, figuring out it was a certain brunet, "Oikawa?"

The boy in question slowly came to, "Yes (Y/N)?" He asked in a gruff morning voice.

"Why are you holding me in my bed?" It's not that I didn't like it, it just that I was curious

"O-oh I-" he stuttered, beginning to move away from me.

"No!" I gently gripped his soft cotton shirt in my hand, "Don't go...I was just curious."

"I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N)." He pulled me closer, placing his hand gently on the back of my head, "I promise"

I laid my head on his chest, taking in his sweet yet gentle scent. He smelled as if happiness was tangible. It was comforting, yet I still felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach. What was happening? I felt a slight blush creep across my cheeks as he began to play with my hair. His hands were gentle yet strong. They felt as if they could protect me from all the evil in the world but caress my cheek like I was a porcelain doll and he was afraid to break me. In reality, in this current moment, I felt like if the wind blew too hard I would break. I know what happened wasn't my fault, that it was that sick bastard, but I couldn't help but feel like I was at fault somehow.

It was almost as if the sweet boy who saved me could read my mind, "You know it's not your fault right?"

"Yeah...but"

"No buts," he moved to where our eyes met, "You are very strong, but you should never blame yourself."

Even though I couldn't believe those words coming from my own mouth, they all made sense coming from his lips, "Thank you, Oikawa."

"Why don't we get ready and go for a little walk?" He suggested

"Sounds fun!" I happily agreed, "Meet you in the living room after we get dressed?"

"Sounds like a plan, Starlight." The boy smiled as he stood up and walked out of the room.

Starlight? Since when was it a thing to have such a loving nickname for a friend? Maybe he.... no! I shook the idea out of my head and made my way to the closet, picking out a light wash pair of jean shorts, an oversized strawberry milk shirt Kageyama had gotten me for my birthday one year, thigh-high baby pink socks, and my white converse. I finished off the look by adding a purse in the shape of a strawberry milk carton, and a little bit of mascara. I made sure I had my wallet and phone then walked out to the living room to see Oikawa in light wash jeans and a baby pink shirt.

"Woah did you two plan to match?" Nishinoya asked from one of the couches, cheeks full of ramen.

"No," I felt a small smile bring itself to my lips, "Must just be some weird coincidence"

"Or some freaky soulmate shit" the short one on the couch had to add.

"Yeah, and Aliens are real," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes in the process.

"yeah," Oikawa's voice was very serious, "They are real, (Y/N)," he stated, pouting and crossing his arms, "Don't make fun of them it will piss them off."

I let a chuckle slip through my lips, "Okay Alien boy, ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's get outta here." The brunet opened the door and ushered me out. We made our way down the street and to the main road. We walked for a few blocks before Oikawa stopped in front of a little clothing shop, "Y/N do you like skirts and dresses?"