"At that moment that he realized, he had fallen head over heels for a fox that he could never have".
Kimiko Udai was intelligent, beautiful, and talented; practically the perfect formula for the target of others' envy and hatred. After spending most...
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"You definitely spent a whole week crying over your goldfish didn't you", Oikawa stated, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head cocked to the side to study Kimiko's face.
"I was 9 and goldfish was plural", she defended with a small frown, "but what makes you think that?"
"Ah Kimi-chan ~, you forget I'm just as good at reading people as you", he exclaimed, unsticking his arms from his sides to spread them out in a welcoming motion: his not-so-subtle indication that he desired a hug from the girl besides him.
When she tilted her head and peered up at him questioningly, he pouted. "You gave Bokuto 2.5 hugs and even Kuroo got a hug, where's my hug?" He asked, letting his pettiness do the talking.
"2.5?"
The Seijoh captain nodded childishly making Kimiko release a suppressed giggle before caving in to his wish.
A contented sigh escaped from Oikawa's parted lips when he felt the girl's petite frame press against his. Lowering his chin onto her head, he took in her beguiling scent that he loved.
He snuggled into her, letting himself enjoy the feel of her perfectly fluffy-soft hair brushing against his cheek every time he moved and the way his chest welled with warmness every time her tiny arms wrapped around his body.
Really, the boy just loved everything there was about her, from her beautifully rosy cheeks to her enchantingly melodious laugh. A laugh that could light his body aflame without even trying to.
He was a wreck for her and only for her.
After finding out that Kuroo had slipped his number into the brunette's bra, the setter had went on a bit of a rampage. It wasn't until Kimiko intervened that he was able to cool some of the rage that had bubbled up. The same ugly jealousy stirred up again when she went to give Kuroo and Bokuto a friendly goodbye hug though he was able to suppress it thanks to the knowledge that he would be the one accompanying her home.
It didn't sit right seeing her in someone else's arms because she belonged in his.
But for now, he would settle for overriding all the hugs she received with double the amount of affection.
"Alright, I gave you the best hug I could muster. Let me go before I suffocate Tooru-san", her quiet voice called out indistinctly, muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Oikawa chuckled and loosened his tight hold, the vibrations of his husky voice rumbling against her cheek that was still flush against his chest.
Eventually freeing herself from the setter's vice grip, Kimiko huffed, shaking her head to return her hair to its pre-Oikawa state. When she looked back at the boy, it was painfully obvious that how his chocolate brown eyes were still sharply fixated on her.
