delude || oikawa.t x reader

|9| let me spoil you

What would Oikawa consider as annoying?

There are many things he finds annoying, for example; Iwaizumi using his violent tendencies at him, his jump serves that didn't went as accurate as he expected, reeks of perfume that would violently sting in his nostrils whenever a mob of girls swoon all over him, or perhaps seeing a milk brand that a certain underclassman of his that takes the cake of one of the people he hates in his life.

But in this case, it's (F/n).
Not her doing any discrete things, it's just the girl being herself. Oikawa's desire to just meet the coziness of her soft skin is stimulating, nonetheless her usage of words is analeptic for him, every single thing he notices about her, consciously or subconsciously, it's implicitly distracting. The way her slender fingers stirs the sugar inside her tea with the plastic straw, biting her moist lips after taking a sip of her drink, the setter couldn't bring himself to even touch his own meal within her figure being so elegant on front of him.

She's so adamant on not wasting Oikawa's whole allowance inside the cafe, no matter how much he wanted to spoil her. In the end, he insisted that he ordered a slice of red velvet cake for her, and salad for himself.

"Is there something wrong, Oikawa?" he diverts his gaze away from her almost immediately, swallowing his saliva, he already knows that conducting a lie would be very appalling, so he asks a question instead.

"Am I annoying?"
Those words slipped through his mouth bitterly, his plate is full, and his words are shallow. His voice was shaky, like a child confessing to his mother by the broken object. She, the third-year artist and writer, is one of the few people who gets to see him without his usual playacting self. Seeing him saying such alarming words clearly shows how vulnerable he is despite his overwhelming confidence he usually plays along with.

(F/n) takes a spoonful piece of red velvet cake, swallowing it quietly. "I don't think you are, but I can't say for the other people you know," She stifles a welcoming giggle, releasing his distress the moment she gave him her honest opinion.

Such small actions that creates his stomach to start stirring uncontrollably, it makes him forget that this sweet woman on front of him, is the same person whom he knows to write such abhorrent story that shows her odium against the world.

"I want to know more about you, and your story," the brunet starts a new conversation, her lips curled up to a formal smile, which he takes as her approval.

"...Why did you decide to write that kind of story?"

Droplets of rain started splashing onto the ground carelessly.
Footsteps of the waiters and waitresses inside the cafe, clanking sounds from the culinary tools.

Her heart sank the moment those words were innocently asked towards her, shattered and stepped on. For all that Oikawa knows, no matter how sweet and true she is to her smile plastered onto her face, or her halcyon manner while talking to others, he was the only one who can see how she's always in a verge of a breakdown. Holding firmly on her mentality's poor grip, vexation blooms beautifully in a form of her artworks.

To discard the fungus growing inside her, making no traces of it left behind, truly spotless.
But the purple hyacinth never seemed to wither.

A luxurious smile pursed to her succulent lips, showing no sign of distress despite the immense pressure that's drowning her, "Nothing special, writing used to be my side-hobby,"

(F/n) (L/n) is just another female student in Aoba Johsai, an author of a book titled 'Boring', an artist, and an exquisite liar.

"Oikawa, aren't you spoiling me a little bit too much?"

Frankly, 'a little bit too much' is quite the underestimation considering the amount of items he'd bought for her against her will. Clothes, art supplies, books, he bought all of them for her. At first she wanted to buy some art supplies for herself when they came across the store, but Oikawa ended up becoming persistent to let him pay for their so-called friendship, and that continued with him dragging her to multiple stores. (F/n) would honestly be satisfied no matter what kind of gifts he decided to give her, but the setter was too busy overwhelming her with his presents.

Oikawa tilted his head at her guiltlessly, beckoning her to let him spoil her more just for today, and maybe another day. But judging from how she's rubbing her temples in a jaded method, taking another glance at the shopping bags placed in the corner of the living room. She's quite glad that her parents aren't home for a few days, they would be asking numerous questions if they count the amount of stuff they'd bought per bags.

(F/n) would be lying if she said she isn't baffled by his generosity that came off in a quite forceful way, this is certainly the first time she'd bought so many things, albeit his determination on paying things which she never even asked for.

"Is it too much?" laughing sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck. Oikawa's sitting down on the couch, crossing his legs as he leans against the back of it.

"I owe you one, if there a way for me to repay all of these... things?"
The setter gazes at her, studying her words for a few seconds until he finally forms a shit-eating grin. Man, even his most annoying actions were deemed to be striking, there's just no end of surprises when it comes to Oikawa Tooru.

"Pay it by hanging out with me next week," he concludes. 

(F/n) looks like she can't quite comprehend his words yet, "Won't you end up spoiling me all over again?" she asks, placing the cup of lukewarm water on the table. She sits beside him leisurely, letting herself relax amidst the humid air. (F/n) doesn't understand if he's not thinking about it thoroughly, or if it's a really smooth invitation for him to spend more time with her.

"Exactly,"

That's enough for her to know that she needs to keep her schedules empty during the weekends.

And that is indeed the right call for her to make.