LETTERS TO YOU • AN iWAOi FANFiC

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Oikawa's POV

I stiffened as my entire body went into shock.

'Asahi cHRist. IS HE TRYNA KILL ME OR?'

I had woken up a few minutes ago due to a tickling sensation making its way across my face. My eyes had almost fluttered open at the feeling of someone brushing their fingers on top of my eyelashes.

I had held in the urge due to the even stronger feeling that gripped me: curiosity.

I had heard the person curse lightly before collapsing beside me in an exhausted manner. 'Oh, that was a familiar voice.' So Iwa was the one touching me so? I flushed all the way to my toes, desperately trying to calm my brain down as he started running his finger along the edge of my ear.

'w-WHAT tHE- WHAT THIS BOY DOING?'

He finally stopped and I sighed in relief internally before I heard him mumble something.

"Agh...I love you, Tooru."

-thirty minutes later-

I had stumbled back into sleep quickly after that, choosing to push that eNTIRE thing-that-happened-that-I-must-never-speak-of to the back of my mind.

I was only just now fully waking up, the effects of my hangover not having as much of an effect as I thought it would. Just a small headache and my stomach was slightly uncomfortable.

I glanced over at Iwa and smirked, already planning on how the hell to wake him up and scare him as much as possible.

I gently pushed our shared blanket off of my legs and swung said legs over his body, making it so I was straddling his stomach. Bending over so I could reach his ear, I placed one hand on his chest over his heart and one around near his collarbone. It was then that I ran my tongue from his earlobe to the top of his ear before slightly blowing on it, making him shiver as I could feel him slowly starting to wake up below me.

And for the cherry on top, I put on my most breathless, seductive voice before whispering into his ear.

"Iwa-chan~ Won't you wake up darling~? I'm very lonely..." The words tickled his still sensitive skin (from where I blew on it), and he shot up, wide awake after the stunt I just pulled. I could feel his heart thudding underneath my hand.

I tried moving my legs off of him so he couldn't hit me, but he gripped my hips so I couldn't run. I was sat on his lap, straddling his waist, with his face buried into my chest, his large hands clutching my hips.

'Goddamnit, why is he so strong?!'

I didn't know what to think with Iwa's face hidden, I didn't know how mad he was, so I was desperately praying for a miracle of some sort.

"G-Go order some food. I'm starving." His voice broke my thoughts and I was shocked; he's not gonna murder me?!

Not really wanting to waste this god-given blessing, I carefully unwrapped my legs from around him without looking at him and walked out of the room.

It was when I was in the kitchen on the phone that everything hit me.

'I was...on his lap! And he was nestled into me! An-And...!'

My thoughts turned into a jumbled mess and my entire body suddenly felt hot from embarrassment. I had been on top of him! I tried to remember how the hell my waking up self had come to the conclusion that any of what I did was a good plan, but apparently there was no actual thinking done.

I quickly finished ordering some food for Iwa and I, seeing as it was around noon, and sat on the couch to watch some anime.

"YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING MY HERO ACADEMIA WITHOUT ME?!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin at Iwa's thunderous shout, looking back to see him standing with a look of betrayal and anger on his face.

I dove towards the remote, directed it towards the tv, and turned it off.

"NO SIR."

"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOU WHORE. LAST TIME I WAS HERE, IZUKU HAD AT LEAST THREE FEWER SCARS."

"I'M SORRY, OKAY, IT HAD BEEN A STRESSFUL WEEK AND I NEEDED SOME INNOCENCE AND YOU WERE BUSY!"

"That is no excuse. Go back to the episode we were on last time, thank you very much." His deadpan look erased any thoughts of refusal, so I turned the tv back on and found the last episode we were on.

"Great, you order the food yet?" His nonchalance once again made me slightly bitter as I was painfully reminded that instances like this morning didn't bother him in the ways they did me.

"Yee yee."

"Please tell me you don't write like that, or, as your publisher, we're gonna have some words."

I just smiled and replied with:

"We'll have to see when I bring it to the company to publish."

'Shit, I definitely write like that.'

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