Oikawa paused. "You... you- WHAT?"
You looked away. "Nothing."
"Say it again," he whined. "Come on, pretty please?"
Your face was on fire. "No."
"You love me," he giggled. "I love you, too."
"Shut up," you said. You leaned forward to kiss him again, but he placed a finger on your lips.
"Not so fast, baby," he said, laying back on the bed. You were still straddling his waist, looking down at him. "I wanna hear it again."
You leaned down, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "It's a once in a lifetime experience."
"Not fair!"
You laughed and kissed his jaw. "You said you didn't want me to be like one of your fangirls."
"That doesn't mean you can't tell me you love me!"
"Hm," you said, resting your forehead against his. "I'll think about saying it again."
Oikawa smiled, his eyes flitting closed. "Yay, you're the best!"
"You're such a dork," you said, ruffling his hair.
"I'm your dork."
You glanced away and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Yeah. You're my dorky volleyball boyfriend that's a big, cuddly idiot."
He giggled and you thought you were going to melt.
For the next few hours, you and Oikawa laid in his bed cuddling, typically with him wrapping his arms and legs around you and holding you close. At one point, you fell asleep, snuggling as close to him as you could get.
When he finally woke you up, it was dark out.
"How'd you sleep?" he whispered.
You yawned, stretching. Your legs were tangled with his, and you had discarded your leggings a while ago. "Fine."
He kissed you gently. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
You wanted to stay the night, but your mom would kill you if you didn't get home soon. You nodded, sliding off of the bed.
Oikawa watched you, and it was only then that you realized your shirt had pulled up over your hip.
"Gorgeous," he said, standing up and placing his hands on your waist. "I can't wait to let everyone know that you're mine."
The only reason you were still standing was because of him holding you up. Your heart was beating furiously, and you gazed down at the ground.
Oikawa tugged your shirt down, covering your thighs once more. "You're quite beautiful. And I never want you to feel like you have to hide that from people. But there are assholes out there that could hurt you. And I never want something to happen like that ever again."
Your mind drifted back to the night of the party and you nodded, your throat too clogged for you to speak.
"Now, come on, love, let's get you home."
You tugged on your leggings, then reached for his hand. Together, you walked out into the night.
"What're you doing tomorrow?" you asked, resting your head against his shoulder. It just felt so natural to do that, like you and him were made to be.
"I have volleyball," he said. "But after that, I'm not busy. Dinner?"
You shrugged. "I'm fine with whatever."
