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Oikawa Tooru x Reader

AN: there is mention of sex but like I don't go into detail so you're safe

"Hey, [Name]-chan!" You felt a bonk on your head while you were talking to a couple of your friends. Glancing at them, you saw their eyes basically shape themselves into hearts. A sharp drop in your stomach causes you to grumble to yourself. If your friends look like that, there's only one person who could have interrupted you.

"Oh, good. My favorite volleyball player." Your heel stays in place as you spin on it to turn around. "What do you want, Oikawa?" You cross your arms and jut your hip out as you lean to one side. Meanwhile, your friends were fangirling together behind you at the sight of the local star of Aobajosai.

"I just wanted to greet my favorite underclassman." He bends down to be eye level with your short height. You could feel that spark you always felt when Oikawa came near you. It was that shock of tension between the two of you. Everyone in school knew that you were the only girl who couldn't be swooned by the volleyball captain's looks and popularity. For this reason, Oikawa loved to annoy the living hell out of you.

Oikawa looks around you at your friends and gives them a quick wink. "Hey, ladies. Sorry if I'm stealing [Name]-chan from you at the moment."

Your eyes rolled as you heard them squeal behind you. "It's okay, Oikawa! Take your time!"

He grinned widely and nodded before turning his attention back to you. You were still glaring up at him. "What the hell do you want?"

He shrugs at your question with a smug smirk across his mouth. "Oh nothing." He matches your pose by putting his hand on his hip. "I just happened to be walking by when I noticed that your..." His smirk widens when he points lower on your body. "...the back of your skirt is tucked into your panties."

The tough exterior you had built up quickly came tumbling down when you release a loud gasp and your cheeks turn crimson red. Your hands shoot to the back of your skirt, only to find that nothing seemed to be out of place. That damn Oikawa tricked you. "You asshole." You jabbed a finger at his chest with gritted teeth.

"What, I sincerely thought your skirt was exposing your cute little panties!" Oikawa chuckled mischievously and shrugged with fake innocence. "I'm just watching out for my favorite girl! Let me just make sure..." He swiftly bent down and pulled the back of your skirt up to expose your panties. He snickered to himself before being knocked on the head and pushed away. He grins at your flustered expression as you hold your skirt down.

"You're so goddamn annoying!"

"Oh, please, you adore me [Name]-chan."

"Yeah, I like you so much I want to barf." You stick your tongue out after rolling your eyes.

"I know you really love me." His eyes narrow down on you. "When are you ever going to admit it?"

A loud scoff echoes in the hallway, coming from you. "I...hate you!" You pinch your bottom eyelid down and stick your tongue out at Oikawa again, mocking him with such a strange expression.

Oikawa flicks our nose and you flinch your face back as if it were a reset button. "You shouldn't make faces. Your face will be stuck in an uglier state than how it usually looks."

"Don't you have some girls to deceive with your fake king personality? Or wait, don't you have practice right now? Ooooh, I can't wait to tell Iwaizumi that you were here instead of–"

"Please don't!" He slaps a hand over your mouth with a frantic expression. "Iwa-chan would murder me!" Then he releases you and sprints off around a corner, mumbling something about headbutts and Iwaizumi's concrete forehead.

You grin to yourself triumphantly. "Good riddance."

Your friends suddenly grab you and spin you back around to face them. "[Name]! You're so lucky Oikawa gets to talk to you every day! I would kill to be in your shoes! His hot face always stops to talk to you!"

Your eyebrows furrow and a look of disgust paints over your face. "Ugh, I wish he wouldn't talk to me at all. He gets under my skin."

Your other friend clasps her hands together and dreamily looks off into the distance. "Oh, I would love it if he would get under my skin."

"I would love it if he would get under the sheets with me." Your other friend chimed in with a sly expression. They giggle excitedly while you feel your stomach churning.

"Ew! God, you guys are blind by being part of his fanclub! It's so degrading!" You berate them but they're completely ignoring you as they continue whispering about Oikawa to each other. So, you storm off in the opposite direction. Once you turn a corner, you let out the breath you had been holding all this time. You check your watch and you're surprised at how much time you spent talking to your friends. "Oh, geez, he'll give me an earful..." You murmur to yourself and sprint towards the rendezvous point.

Finally you reach your old first-year classroom from your previous year at Aobajosai. You slide the door open just a tad to make sure the lights are turned off. Seeing that they are, you glance around the hallway. No one is there to catch you as you slip through the door's tiny opening and shut it after you've made your entry. Your heart begings slowing its pace after rushing all the way here.

"That was a good lie about me being late for practice. But, I was wondering how long you were going to make me wait." You followed the voice to see a figure standing in front of the window. His body was merely a shadow as he stood bathed in the evening sunset flooding through the windows.

You took a couple of steps towards him. "Sorry, my friends were all over my ass." You smile a little when you hear his quiet laugh.

"Shouldn't that be my department?" He responds, causing you to blush slightly.

"If they found out you said stuff like that to me, they'd kill me." You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his strong torso. "You've got quite the lovestruck fangirls, Oikawa."

Oikawa turns around and returns the embrace. He uses one hand to cup your chin to look up at his face. "Too bad they don't know about you. Maybe then you'd stop being so jealous of them and quit harassing me in public. One of these days, someone is going to find out about us because you're always so suspiciously angry at me in front of everyone. People are going to grow curious."

"I'm not mad at you in public because I'm jealous!" You argue in a whine, pouting up at him while resting your chin on his chest. "I'm sincerely annoyed by how obnoxious you are and what a pain you can be."

He raises an eyebrow. "And?"

Your pout deepens. "And...I am jealous. None of them know about...us. So it pisses me off when girls try to get with you when I only want you to be my playmate." You run your hands up his broad torso until your fingers rest on the knot of his tie, already working on getting it undone.

To be honest, neither of you were really sure what your relationship was. It all started when you were a first-year...

***

The lunch bell had just rung and you were enjoying your meal with your friends in the corner of the classroom. People in your class had separated to eat with their respective cliques, just like you. You were laughing about a joke when everyone went silent because the door was slammed open.

In walked a tall boy with chocolate waves of hair that matched the color of his eyes. He strolled confidently through the threshold carrying a pile of, what appeared to be, sports jackets. A huge grin breaks across his face as he holds them up. "Where are my first-year club members? I was sent by my senpais to deliver these for you."

A few of your male classmates excitedly rise from their seats and rush over to this boy. These boys accept the jackets with such joy on their faces. It kind of warmed your heart to watch.

After the exchange, this second-year was blocked by a swarm of girls in your class buzzing around him. They all had hearts in their eyes and all cooed at him for his attention.

That's when your heart became void of the warmth it felt when you saw your classmates getting their jerseys. This boy gave the girls the attention they wanted. But you could see right through him. You saw the arrogance smeared all over his face. He wore it in the form of a charming smile and masked it with honey words. The girls ate every letter that came out of his mouth right up and they all sighed like fangirls.

Your friend sitting next to you gasped and her cheeks reddened. "Oh my gosh, that's Oikawa Tooru! The star volleyball player and the hottest guy in school!" She slapped her hands to her cheeks and stared at this Oikawa as if he were a prince straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh, we're so lucky to be so close to him. He's so cute and so popular! I could just explode!" Your other friend joined in on the gushing.

"Then what are we just sitting here for? Let's try and talk to him!" Your two friends squealed before dashing to join the crowd of girls.

You shook your head at your blind friends and continued on with your lunch. You didn't have the time or the effort to waste on some high school idol. So you flipped through the magazine you and your friends were reading and went on with your normal lunch.

Little did you know that as Oikawa was looking around at all the faces of his fans, his eyes caught a glimpse at one girl showing no interest whatsoever towards his presence. He was confused. All girls fawned over him. Why was this girl immune to his charms?

His fans were suddenly invisible to him as he pushed through them to make his way towards your desk. You looked up from a boring article about a recent celebrity break-up. "Hi, there." He greeted you with that deceiving smile he gave the rest of those girls. The only difference was that you instantly saw through him.

"Hi. Can I help you?" You responded with a bored expression. Having a closer look at him, you could completely confirm that he was the most beautiful male you had ever laid your eyes on. But you would never let him know that.

"I just saw you sitting by youeself and I couldn't let such a cute girl be alone." He dramatically puts his hand over his heart, causing girls to be swept off their feet. "I love all women and it would haunt me for many nights if I didn't provide my company."

You had never rolled your eyes so much before. "Yeah, yeah, that's sweet of you. But there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. I'm just alone. I have friends, you just took them from me so they could be your pitiful lovestruck fangirls." You pause for a moment to glance at your friends to see if they were offended, but they were too busy gawking at Oikawa. "So thanks for your pathetic attempt at being chivalrous, but I didn't ask for you to talk to me." You calmly snapped at him.

Oikawa was slightly taken back. A girl had never spoken to him like that before. Usually, his words would immediately sweep girls off their feet. You were completely unaffected. He concluded that you didn't even want him there. Having his pride wounded by some girl, he hid his embarassment by continuing with his front. "A little cranky, aren't we?"

"Yeah, [Name], stop talking to Oikawa like that! You're being rude and hurting his feelings! He was just trying to be nice!" One of your female classmates voiced herself into the interaction.

That was it for you. "I don't need to hear about it from you lovesick robots. He's not being nice, he's interrupting my lunch. Which is rude, not generous at all." You stand up and place yourself right in front of Oikawa so he could see your anger. "Look, these girls may not be able to see past your bullshit, but I can. This princely front is disgusting. I pity you." You then walk past him towards the door, purposefully crashing your shoulder into his arm. You completely blocked out the girls surrounding him shouting angry words at you for being so rude to their king.

The days after that were filled with spiteful glares every time you two passed each other at school. Eventually, glares turned into scoffs and clicks of the tongue. Those soon turned into quick words of ridicule. Then those quick words became full-on arguments with each other until something happened for you to be pulled apart. Your spats were famous around school.

One day, you both had stayed late for club activities and you went back to your classroom to grab some things you forgot. Oikawa passed by and saw you in there. "Aw, [Name]-chan, what a good little girl. You're such a nerd that you're even in class after school hours. Pathetic." He snickers as he enters the classroom.

You hike your bag over your shoulder and shoot daggers at Oikawa with your eyes. "You should try it. Lord knows you need days like that with the state your grades are in."

"Shut up, dork."

"Aw, aren't those too big of words for such a cute airhead?" You take steps towards each other. "You'll hurt yourself with such advanced vocabulary."

"You're such a bitch, you know that?"

"I'm sure you know all about bitches since you hang around some of those fangirl bimbos of yours."

"At least they're nice to me."

"They're nice to you because they want to get in your pants, if they haven't already."

"I'd let them. They're all much prettier than you anyways."

"Well, aren't we easy?"

"Hardly. You're such a tough nut to crack. You're always leading guys on and then shutting them down."

"I'm just figuring out ways to let them down easy. You always lead on those fans of yours."

"But I don't kiss some of them like I heard you've done and then kick their asses to the curb. You're accusing me of being a slut, but you're the real slut."

Oikawa's immediately taken back when he finds that your hand had smacked itself across his face. It was quiet in the room right after. Oikawa simply stared down at you while holding a hand to his stinging cheek. He was about to shoot some more insults your way. But, he saw a tear run down your cheek. "[Name]-chan?" He bent down to look into your wet eyes. You close your eyelids so he wouldn't see you, but the action just forced more tears out. "[Name]-chan..."

"It was once." You choked out. "It was once. He kept stalking me. At first, it was harmless when he would just kind of spy on me around school. It was starting to scare me when I would see him following me home and waiting for me outside my house. I finally confronted him at school about it. He said he would leave me alone if I kissed him. Just once." You tried wiping your flowing tears away. "I agreed. I thought it was just going to be a quick peck. But, he just grabbed my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. It was disgusting. I didn't even kiss him back. I just stood there. I just wanted it to be over. But he kissed me for a long time before he just pushed me away. He said it wasn't worth it. Then he spit at my feet and walked away. The next day, it was almost like he never stalked me in the first place. You're probably referring to how he told everyone at school that I let him french me so I could copy his homework. I tried clearing that up, but it didn't work. He stole my first kiss in such a grotesque way and then he acted like it was nothing. I can never get that moment back. I've refused to kiss any other boy because I'm scared that it'll be just like that one." At that point, you were sobbing uncontrollably, burying your face in your hands.

Your hands are suddenly pulled away from your face. Then, you feel Oikawa hold you up from underneath your arms and lift you up to sit on a desk. Now, you were easily eye-level with him. He quietly wiped your tears away and leaned towards you. "You can't get that moment back, but...I can help you try to forget it."

"Wha–"

Oikawa's lips against yours cut you off. They were so soft that it felt like they were only brushing against your lips. He moved them slowly against your mouth, raising his hand to cup your jaw. You were in such shock that you just sat there, just like last time. The only difference was that Oikawa's kiss was pleasant and far from disgusting. It was sweet and it was so gentle. You soon found yourself lightly kissing back as your hands are tightly balled at your sides. Eventually, you both pulled away from each other. Your breaths were slightly staggered and your eyes were dazed. "Did that...Did that help?" Oikawa asked quietly. You catch him flicking his tongue over his lips and you immediately blush.

"Yes. It did." You respond. You take a deep breath and stare into Oikawa's eyes. "But it's not enough. I think...I need more."

He nods in understanding and quickly comes back close to you. The two of you already have your hands all over each other once your lips collide. You curse yourself for being selfish with Oikawa's kisses since you've spent the year bickering with him. But his kiss made fireworks go off in your mind and you wanted more of him. Sure, you saw right through his sham of popularity. But you felt a rush being able to kiss Aobajosai's local casanova like this. And Oikawa had never experienced such explosive kissing like this, having kissed many girls in his life. Unlike the last kiss you two shared, this one seemed more desperate. Your fingers tangled themelves in his brown tufts. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him. When your tongues found each other, it didn't feel disgusting like your first kiss. Oikawa's moved against yours like a dance and Oikawa was careful not to make it too forceful. You were about to protest when he pulled away, but instead let out sharp gasps when his lips attacked your neck. It tickled, but it was a different type of sensation. While he kissed and sucked on your neck, you felt his hand slip up your skirt.

"No, Oikawa." You grasp his wrist to stop him.

He pulls back and looks down. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just...no." You tilt his head back up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "But thank you." You hop off the desk, grab your bag, and begin heading for the door. You stop before opening it and speak to Oikawa's look of rejection over your shoulder. "Meet me back here tomorrow. Same time."

And so you two met the next day, sharing the same secret passionate kisses that you experienced the day before. You thought that would be the end, but you two found yourselves meeting at least twice a week to have these kinds of rendezvous. Sometimes you two met behind the gym, behind the storage shed, under the bike rack, under the stairs, etc. But you both had a soft spot for the room where you both shared your first kiss with each other. You two never went further than 2nd base. You would take each other's shirts off while making out, but that was it.

The two of you never spoke about your affairs in public. You never confessed any sort of romantic feelings towards the other. You never even told either of your closest friends about your secret meetings with each other. You both felt horrible about making out all the time without any commitment behind it.

But that didn't matter to either of you as long as you could both experience these fireworks you called kisses. So you settled with going that far, often in your favorite meeting spot.

***

"Hard to believe...it's already...been a year...since we've...started doing this." You whispered breathlessly between kisses. The two of you had clumsily stripped into your underwear and Oikawa had you pinned against a desk, almost like your first kiss.

"Since we're celebrating a year...mind if we...go further?" He asked with a sly smile against your lips. You pulled back and Oikawa saw your concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"I don't...We shouldn't...Oikawa, we've talked about this." You sit back up and cross your arms. "I'm saving myself for when I fall in love." You chuckle slightly. "Cheesy, right? But it's what I want."

"Can I tell you what I want?" He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. "I want...to know when you're going to tell me that you love me."

Your eyes widen at the statement. "Oikawa?"

"I'm crazy about you, you know. When we bicker, I think you're cute when you're grouchy. You've always been able to see the real me and you know when to humble my king personality. You're not afraid to say what you want. You're incredible, [Name]-chan. I've been in love with you since the first kiss. Whenever I ask you when you're going to confess to me, I really mean it. When?" He places a featherlight peck against your lips.

"Oh, please, Oikawa." You turn your face away from him. "You're just saying all of that to get between my legs."

"[Name]-chan, look at my face." He uses one finger to turn your face back towards him. "You know the real me better than anyone. Even when we fight, you know what buttons to push. Tell me I'm lying when I say that I'm madly in love with you."

You spend time staring deep into his chocolate eyes. They didn't waiver, not even in th slightest. They strongly held your own gaze. "You're not saying this just to have sex with me?"

"No. I mean, I want you more than anyone, but me being in love with you is a separate matter." He chuckles before sweeping a couple strands of hair from your face.

"You're really in love with me?"

"Head over heels. It's kind of disgusting how giddy I get just at the thought of you."

"So...that means...you won't laugh when I tell you...that I've loved you all this time, too?" You shut your eyes and dive your face into his bare chest. Your cheeks were on fire.

Oikawa's chest bounces when he lets out a quiet laugh of relief. "Really?" You nod against him. "[Name]-chan..." You soon feel his arms slip around you to hold you close. "I'm...I'm so happy." Pulling back slightly, you look up at him to see that beautiful smile on his face.

You feel your heart skip a beat. You place both of your hands on his shoulders and take a deep breath. "Oikawa Tooru...I...I love you. So much."

As soon as you said it, Oikawa had pushed you back down onto the desk. His kiss was very forceful, but you could feel the muscles of his mouth pulled into a smile. He really was happy that you've both confessed to each other. The thought made you smile, too, and hold his face in your hands. "I love you, too." He breathes against your neck as he slides down your body. He kisses you all over, making your skin tingle in the trail that he left. He goes back to attacking your lips with sweet kisses. You open your mouth to yelp when you feel him pinch your butt. He takes the opportunity to dart his tongue into your mouth and explore you. He pushes himself between your legs, his hands massaging your thighs. He can't get enough of your moans and sighs. "[Name]-chan..." He whispers after pulling back slightly, loving the look on your face. "I...I want you..."

You giggle softly. "You already have me." You excitedly grin and kiss his nose.

He gives you a genuine smile, holding you close to him. He presses his lips against yours again hungrily.

***

You both face away from each other as you begin to get dressed. You were just too embarassed to look at each other's faces after finally confessing and making love to each other. But, you felt the happiness to continue building up inside of you.

"[Name]-chan." His soft voice calls to you so you turn back around after putting your bow together. You blush seeing his shirt still unbuttoned and his abdomen still exposed. "You know your panties really are cute."

You click your tongue with a smile and playfully give him a shove. "Shut up." Oikawa grasps your hand when you push him to tug you against his chest.

"Too bad you're going to be spending a lot of time with me. I'm never going to shut up about you."

"Yeah, yeah." You giggle as he dips you back to kiss you deeply. "Walk me home?" You ask sweetly.

"I thought that was a given." He winked at you and interlaced your fingers with his as you stepped out of the classroom.

"[Name]!"

The two of you immediately let go of each other's hands and put as much space as you could with each other. Luckily, your friends turning the corner didn't see the public display of affection. "[Name], we've been waiting to walk home with you longer than usual. Your club activities said you didn't even show up today!" They catch their breath before looking at Oikawa in surprise. "Oikawa? What are you still doing here? We were going to watch you practice, but the club wasn't even in there today. Hm? Why is your shirt unbuttoned?" You and Oikawa's eyes dart to his exposed chest. You mentally cursed at your new boyfriend for forgetting to get fully dressed. The other half of your head was thinking about how adorable he was when he was such a dunce.

Your other friend held onto her arm and gasped. "You think they've been...You know!" And they both looked intently at the two of you.

You immediately panicked. "N-No! I...I just...caught this loser flexing in a classroom and I was just letting him know how full of it he was!" You faked anger and pointed at Oikawa who was quickly buttoning his shirt.

Your friends merely sighed at the thought of a flexing, shirtless Oikawa. "You're so lucky, [Name]!"

You crossed your arms and pouted. "It wasn't that special!" You were such a liar. You thought about Oikawa's body 24/7. "Because I...I hate you, Oikawa Tooru!"

Your friends shrugged and turned to walk away. "They're crazy about each other, I just know it. When are they going to admit it to each other?"

"I said I hate him!" You called out. But soon you let out a sigh of relief when they were out of sight.

Oikawa grinned sympathetically, grabbing your hand in his again as they begin their walk home. "Not that special, huh?"

"You know I think you're the hottest piece of meat alive." You wink at him. "Hey." You both stop in your tracks. "I hate you." You replied with a sweet smile.

"I hate you, too." He bent down to savor a long, soft kiss with you.

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Oikawa Tooru x Reader

AN: there is mention of sex but like I don't go into detail so you're safe

"Hey, [Name]-chan!" You felt a bonk on your head while you were talking to a couple of your friends. Glancing at them, you saw their eyes basically shape themselves into hearts. A sharp drop in your stomach causes you to grumble to yourself. If your friends look like that, there's only one person who could have interrupted you.

"Oh, good. My favorite volleyball player." Your heel stays in place as you spin on it to turn around. "What do you want, Oikawa?" You cross your arms and jut your hip out as you lean to one side. Meanwhile, your friends were fangirling together behind you at the sight of the local star of Aobajosai.

"I just wanted to greet my favorite underclassman." He bends down to be eye level with your short height. You could feel that spark you always felt when Oikawa came near you. It was that shock of tension between the two of you. Everyone in school knew that you were the only girl who couldn't be swooned by the volleyball captain's looks and popularity. For this reason, Oikawa loved to annoy the living hell out of you.

Oikawa looks around you at your friends and gives them a quick wink. "Hey, ladies. Sorry if I'm stealing [Name]-chan from you at the moment."

Your eyes rolled as you heard them squeal behind you. "It's okay, Oikawa! Take your time!"

He grinned widely and nodded before turning his attention back to you. You were still glaring up at him. "What the hell do you want?"

He shrugs at your question with a smug smirk across his mouth. "Oh nothing." He matches your pose by putting his hand on his hip. "I just happened to be walking by when I noticed that your..." His smirk widens when he points lower on your body. "...the back of your skirt is tucked into your panties."

The tough exterior you had built up quickly came tumbling down when you release a loud gasp and your cheeks turn crimson red. Your hands shoot to the back of your skirt, only to find that nothing seemed to be out of place. That damn Oikawa tricked you. "You asshole." You jabbed a finger at his chest with gritted teeth.

"What, I sincerely thought your skirt was exposing your cute little panties!" Oikawa chuckled mischievously and shrugged with fake innocence. "I'm just watching out for my favorite girl! Let me just make sure..." He swiftly bent down and pulled the back of your skirt up to expose your panties. He snickered to himself before being knocked on the head and pushed away. He grins at your flustered expression as you hold your skirt down.

"You're so goddamn annoying!"

"Oh, please, you adore me [Name]-chan."

"Yeah, I like you so much I want to barf." You stick your tongue out after rolling your eyes.

"I know you really love me." His eyes narrow down on you. "When are you ever going to admit it?"

A loud scoff echoes in the hallway, coming from you. "I...hate you!" You pinch your bottom eyelid down and stick your tongue out at Oikawa again, mocking him with such a strange expression.

Oikawa flicks our nose and you flinch your face back as if it were a reset button. "You shouldn't make faces. Your face will be stuck in an uglier state than how it usually looks."

"Don't you have some girls to deceive with your fake king personality? Or wait, don't you have practice right now? Ooooh, I can't wait to tell Iwaizumi that you were here instead of–"

"Please don't!" He slaps a hand over your mouth with a frantic expression. "Iwa-chan would murder me!" Then he releases you and sprints off around a corner, mumbling something about headbutts and Iwaizumi's concrete forehead.

You grin to yourself triumphantly. "Good riddance."

Your friends suddenly grab you and spin you back around to face them. "[Name]! You're so lucky Oikawa gets to talk to you every day! I would kill to be in your shoes! His hot face always stops to talk to you!"

Your eyebrows furrow and a look of disgust paints over your face. "Ugh, I wish he wouldn't talk to me at all. He gets under my skin."

Your other friend clasps her hands together and dreamily looks off into the distance. "Oh, I would love it if he would get under my skin."

"I would love it if he would get under the sheets with me." Your other friend chimed in with a sly expression. They giggle excitedly while you feel your stomach churning.

"Ew! God, you guys are blind by being part of his fanclub! It's so degrading!" You berate them but they're completely ignoring you as they continue whispering about Oikawa to each other. So, you storm off in the opposite direction. Once you turn a corner, you let out the breath you had been holding all this time. You check your watch and you're surprised at how much time you spent talking to your friends. "Oh, geez, he'll give me an earful..." You murmur to yourself and sprint towards the rendezvous point.

Finally you reach your old first-year classroom from your previous year at Aobajosai. You slide the door open just a tad to make sure the lights are turned off. Seeing that they are, you glance around the hallway. No one is there to catch you as you slip through the door's tiny opening and shut it after you've made your entry. Your heart begings slowing its pace after rushing all the way here.

"That was a good lie about me being late for practice. But, I was wondering how long you were going to make me wait." You followed the voice to see a figure standing in front of the window. His body was merely a shadow as he stood bathed in the evening sunset flooding through the windows.

You took a couple of steps towards him. "Sorry, my friends were all over my ass." You smile a little when you hear his quiet laugh.

"Shouldn't that be my department?" He responds, causing you to blush slightly.

"If they found out you said stuff like that to me, they'd kill me." You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his strong torso. "You've got quite the lovestruck fangirls, Oikawa."

Oikawa turns around and returns the embrace. He uses one hand to cup your chin to look up at his face. "Too bad they don't know about you. Maybe then you'd stop being so jealous of them and quit harassing me in public. One of these days, someone is going to find out about us because you're always so suspiciously angry at me in front of everyone. People are going to grow curious."

"I'm not mad at you in public because I'm jealous!" You argue in a whine, pouting up at him while resting your chin on his chest. "I'm sincerely annoyed by how obnoxious you are and what a pain you can be."

He raises an eyebrow. "And?"

Your pout deepens. "And...I am jealous. None of them know about...us. So it pisses me off when girls try to get with you when I only want you to be my playmate." You run your hands up his broad torso until your fingers rest on the knot of his tie, already working on getting it undone.

To be honest, neither of you were really sure what your relationship was. It all started when you were a first-year...

***

The lunch bell had just rung and you were enjoying your meal with your friends in the corner of the classroom. People in your class had separated to eat with their respective cliques, just like you. You were laughing about a joke when everyone went silent because the door was slammed open.

In walked a tall boy with chocolate waves of hair that matched the color of his eyes. He strolled confidently through the threshold carrying a pile of, what appeared to be, sports jackets. A huge grin breaks across his face as he holds them up. "Where are my first-year club members? I was sent by my senpais to deliver these for you."

A few of your male classmates excitedly rise from their seats and rush over to this boy. These boys accept the jackets with such joy on their faces. It kind of warmed your heart to watch.

After the exchange, this second-year was blocked by a swarm of girls in your class buzzing around him. They all had hearts in their eyes and all cooed at him for his attention.

That's when your heart became void of the warmth it felt when you saw your classmates getting their jerseys. This boy gave the girls the attention they wanted. But you could see right through him. You saw the arrogance smeared all over his face. He wore it in the form of a charming smile and masked it with honey words. The girls ate every letter that came out of his mouth right up and they all sighed like fangirls.

Your friend sitting next to you gasped and her cheeks reddened. "Oh my gosh, that's Oikawa Tooru! The star volleyball player and the hottest guy in school!" She slapped her hands to her cheeks and stared at this Oikawa as if he were a prince straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh, we're so lucky to be so close to him. He's so cute and so popular! I could just explode!" Your other friend joined in on the gushing.

"Then what are we just sitting here for? Let's try and talk to him!" Your two friends squealed before dashing to join the crowd of girls.

You shook your head at your blind friends and continued on with your lunch. You didn't have the time or the effort to waste on some high school idol. So you flipped through the magazine you and your friends were reading and went on with your normal lunch.

Little did you know that as Oikawa was looking around at all the faces of his fans, his eyes caught a glimpse at one girl showing no interest whatsoever towards his presence. He was confused. All girls fawned over him. Why was this girl immune to his charms?

His fans were suddenly invisible to him as he pushed through them to make his way towards your desk. You looked up from a boring article about a recent celebrity break-up. "Hi, there." He greeted you with that deceiving smile he gave the rest of those girls. The only difference was that you instantly saw through him.

"Hi. Can I help you?" You responded with a bored expression. Having a closer look at him, you could completely confirm that he was the most beautiful male you had ever laid your eyes on. But you would never let him know that.

"I just saw you sitting by youeself and I couldn't let such a cute girl be alone." He dramatically puts his hand over his heart, causing girls to be swept off their feet. "I love all women and it would haunt me for many nights if I didn't provide my company."

You had never rolled your eyes so much before. "Yeah, yeah, that's sweet of you. But there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. I'm just alone. I have friends, you just took them from me so they could be your pitiful lovestruck fangirls." You pause for a moment to glance at your friends to see if they were offended, but they were too busy gawking at Oikawa. "So thanks for your pathetic attempt at being chivalrous, but I didn't ask for you to talk to me." You calmly snapped at him.

Oikawa was slightly taken back. A girl had never spoken to him like that before. Usually, his words would immediately sweep girls off their feet. You were completely unaffected. He concluded that you didn't even want him there. Having his pride wounded by some girl, he hid his embarassment by continuing with his front. "A little cranky, aren't we?"

"Yeah, [Name], stop talking to Oikawa like that! You're being rude and hurting his feelings! He was just trying to be nice!" One of your female classmates voiced herself into the interaction.

That was it for you. "I don't need to hear about it from you lovesick robots. He's not being nice, he's interrupting my lunch. Which is rude, not generous at all." You stand up and place yourself right in front of Oikawa so he could see your anger. "Look, these girls may not be able to see past your bullshit, but I can. This princely front is disgusting. I pity you." You then walk past him towards the door, purposefully crashing your shoulder into his arm. You completely blocked out the girls surrounding him shouting angry words at you for being so rude to their king.

The days after that were filled with spiteful glares every time you two passed each other at school. Eventually, glares turned into scoffs and clicks of the tongue. Those soon turned into quick words of ridicule. Then those quick words became full-on arguments with each other until something happened for you to be pulled apart. Your spats were famous around school.

One day, you both had stayed late for club activities and you went back to your classroom to grab some things you forgot. Oikawa passed by and saw you in there. "Aw, [Name]-chan, what a good little girl. You're such a nerd that you're even in class after school hours. Pathetic." He snickers as he enters the classroom.

You hike your bag over your shoulder and shoot daggers at Oikawa with your eyes. "You should try it. Lord knows you need days like that with the state your grades are in."

"Shut up, dork."

"Aw, aren't those too big of words for such a cute airhead?" You take steps towards each other. "You'll hurt yourself with such advanced vocabulary."

"You're such a bitch, you know that?"

"I'm sure you know all about bitches since you hang around some of those fangirl bimbos of yours."

"At least they're nice to me."

"They're nice to you because they want to get in your pants, if they haven't already."

"I'd let them. They're all much prettier than you anyways."

"Well, aren't we easy?"

"Hardly. You're such a tough nut to crack. You're always leading guys on and then shutting them down."

"I'm just figuring out ways to let them down easy. You always lead on those fans of yours."

"But I don't kiss some of them like I heard you've done and then kick their asses to the curb. You're accusing me of being a slut, but you're the real slut."

Oikawa's immediately taken back when he finds that your hand had smacked itself across his face. It was quiet in the room right after. Oikawa simply stared down at you while holding a hand to his stinging cheek. He was about to shoot some more insults your way. But, he saw a tear run down your cheek. "[Name]-chan?" He bent down to look into your wet eyes. You close your eyelids so he wouldn't see you, but the action just forced more tears out. "[Name]-chan..."

"It was once." You choked out. "It was once. He kept stalking me. At first, it was harmless when he would just kind of spy on me around school. It was starting to scare me when I would see him following me home and waiting for me outside my house. I finally confronted him at school about it. He said he would leave me alone if I kissed him. Just once." You tried wiping your flowing tears away. "I agreed. I thought it was just going to be a quick peck. But, he just grabbed my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. It was disgusting. I didn't even kiss him back. I just stood there. I just wanted it to be over. But he kissed me for a long time before he just pushed me away. He said it wasn't worth it. Then he spit at my feet and walked away. The next day, it was almost like he never stalked me in the first place. You're probably referring to how he told everyone at school that I let him french me so I could copy his homework. I tried clearing that up, but it didn't work. He stole my first kiss in such a grotesque way and then he acted like it was nothing. I can never get that moment back. I've refused to kiss any other boy because I'm scared that it'll be just like that one." At that point, you were sobbing uncontrollably, burying your face in your hands.

Your hands are suddenly pulled away from your face. Then, you feel Oikawa hold you up from underneath your arms and lift you up to sit on a desk. Now, you were easily eye-level with him. He quietly wiped your tears away and leaned towards you. "You can't get that moment back, but...I can help you try to forget it."

"Wha–"

Oikawa's lips against yours cut you off. They were so soft that it felt like they were only brushing against your lips. He moved them slowly against your mouth, raising his hand to cup your jaw. You were in such shock that you just sat there, just like last time. The only difference was that Oikawa's kiss was pleasant and far from disgusting. It was sweet and it was so gentle. You soon found yourself lightly kissing back as your hands are tightly balled at your sides. Eventually, you both pulled away from each other. Your breaths were slightly staggered and your eyes were dazed. "Did that...Did that help?" Oikawa asked quietly. You catch him flicking his tongue over his lips and you immediately blush.

"Yes. It did." You respond. You take a deep breath and stare into Oikawa's eyes. "But it's not enough. I think...I need more."

He nods in understanding and quickly comes back close to you. The two of you already have your hands all over each other once your lips collide. You curse yourself for being selfish with Oikawa's kisses since you've spent the year bickering with him. But his kiss made fireworks go off in your mind and you wanted more of him. Sure, you saw right through his sham of popularity. But you felt a rush being able to kiss Aobajosai's local casanova like this. And Oikawa had never experienced such explosive kissing like this, having kissed many girls in his life. Unlike the last kiss you two shared, this one seemed more desperate. Your fingers tangled themelves in his brown tufts. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him. When your tongues found each other, it didn't feel disgusting like your first kiss. Oikawa's moved against yours like a dance and Oikawa was careful not to make it too forceful. You were about to protest when he pulled away, but instead let out sharp gasps when his lips attacked your neck. It tickled, but it was a different type of sensation. While he kissed and sucked on your neck, you felt his hand slip up your skirt.

"No, Oikawa." You grasp his wrist to stop him.

He pulls back and looks down. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just...no." You tilt his head back up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "But thank you." You hop off the desk, grab your bag, and begin heading for the door. You stop before opening it and speak to Oikawa's look of rejection over your shoulder. "Meet me back here tomorrow. Same time."

And so you two met the next day, sharing the same secret passionate kisses that you experienced the day before. You thought that would be the end, but you two found yourselves meeting at least twice a week to have these kinds of rendezvous. Sometimes you two met behind the gym, behind the storage shed, under the bike rack, under the stairs, etc. But you both had a soft spot for the room where you both shared your first kiss with each other. You two never went further than 2nd base. You would take each other's shirts off while making out, but that was it.

The two of you never spoke about your affairs in public. You never confessed any sort of romantic feelings towards the other. You never even told either of your closest friends about your secret meetings with each other. You both felt horrible about making out all the time without any commitment behind it.

But that didn't matter to either of you as long as you could both experience these fireworks you called kisses. So you settled with going that far, often in your favorite meeting spot.

***

"Hard to believe...it's already...been a year...since we've...started doing this." You whispered breathlessly between kisses. The two of you had clumsily stripped into your underwear and Oikawa had you pinned against a desk, almost like your first kiss.

"Since we're celebrating a year...mind if we...go further?" He asked with a sly smile against your lips. You pulled back and Oikawa saw your concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"I don't...We shouldn't...Oikawa, we've talked about this." You sit back up and cross your arms. "I'm saving myself for when I fall in love." You chuckle slightly. "Cheesy, right? But it's what I want."

"Can I tell you what I want?" He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. "I want...to know when you're going to tell me that you love me."

Your eyes widen at the statement. "Oikawa?"

"I'm crazy about you, you know. When we bicker, I think you're cute when you're grouchy. You've always been able to see the real me and you know when to humble my king personality. You're not afraid to say what you want. You're incredible, [Name]-chan. I've been in love with you since the first kiss. Whenever I ask you when you're going to confess to me, I really mean it. When?" He places a featherlight peck against your lips.

"Oh, please, Oikawa." You turn your face away from him. "You're just saying all of that to get between my legs."

"[Name]-chan, look at my face." He uses one finger to turn your face back towards him. "You know the real me better than anyone. Even when we fight, you know what buttons to push. Tell me I'm lying when I say that I'm madly in love with you."

You spend time staring deep into his chocolate eyes. They didn't waiver, not even in th slightest. They strongly held your own gaze. "You're not saying this just to have sex with me?"

"No. I mean, I want you more than anyone, but me being in love with you is a separate matter." He chuckles before sweeping a couple strands of hair from your face.

"You're really in love with me?"

"Head over heels. It's kind of disgusting how giddy I get just at the thought of you."

"So...that means...you won't laugh when I tell you...that I've loved you all this time, too?" You shut your eyes and dive your face into his bare chest. Your cheeks were on fire.

Oikawa's chest bounces when he lets out a quiet laugh of relief. "Really?" You nod against him. "[Name]-chan..." You soon feel his arms slip around you to hold you close. "I'm...I'm so happy." Pulling back slightly, you look up at him to see that beautiful smile on his face.

You feel your heart skip a beat. You place both of your hands on his shoulders and take a deep breath. "Oikawa Tooru...I...I love you. So much."

As soon as you said it, Oikawa had pushed you back down onto the desk. His kiss was very forceful, but you could feel the muscles of his mouth pulled into a smile. He really was happy that you've both confessed to each other. The thought made you smile, too, and hold his face in your hands. "I love you, too." He breathes against your neck as he slides down your body. He kisses you all over, making your skin tingle in the trail that he left. He goes back to attacking your lips with sweet kisses. You open your mouth to yelp when you feel him pinch your butt. He takes the opportunity to dart his tongue into your mouth and explore you. He pushes himself between your legs, his hands massaging your thighs. He can't get enough of your moans and sighs. "[Name]-chan..." He whispers after pulling back slightly, loving the look on your face. "I...I want you..."

You giggle softly. "You already have me." You excitedly grin and kiss his nose.

He gives you a genuine smile, holding you close to him. He presses his lips against yours again hungrily.

***

You both face away from each other as you begin to get dressed. You were just too embarassed to look at each other's faces after finally confessing and making love to each other. But, you felt the happiness to continue building up inside of you.

"[Name]-chan." His soft voice calls to you so you turn back around after putting your bow together. You blush seeing his shirt still unbuttoned and his abdomen still exposed. "You know your panties really are cute."

You click your tongue with a smile and playfully give him a shove. "Shut up." Oikawa grasps your hand when you push him to tug you against his chest.

"Too bad you're going to be spending a lot of time with me. I'm never going to shut up about you."

"Yeah, yeah." You giggle as he dips you back to kiss you deeply. "Walk me home?" You ask sweetly.

"I thought that was a given." He winked at you and interlaced your fingers with his as you stepped out of the classroom.

"[Name]!"

The two of you immediately let go of each other's hands and put as much space as you could with each other. Luckily, your friends turning the corner didn't see the public display of affection. "[Name], we've been waiting to walk home with you longer than usual. Your club activities said you didn't even show up today!" They catch their breath before looking at Oikawa in surprise. "Oikawa? What are you still doing here? We were going to watch you practice, but the club wasn't even in there today. Hm? Why is your shirt unbuttoned?" You and Oikawa's eyes dart to his exposed chest. You mentally cursed at your new boyfriend for forgetting to get fully dressed. The other half of your head was thinking about how adorable he was when he was such a dunce.

Your other friend held onto her arm and gasped. "You think they've been...You know!" And they both looked intently at the two of you.

You immediately panicked. "N-No! I...I just...caught this loser flexing in a classroom and I was just letting him know how full of it he was!" You faked anger and pointed at Oikawa who was quickly buttoning his shirt.

Your friends merely sighed at the thought of a flexing, shirtless Oikawa. "You're so lucky, [Name]!"

You crossed your arms and pouted. "It wasn't that special!" You were such a liar. You thought about Oikawa's body 24/7. "Because I...I hate you, Oikawa Tooru!"

Your friends shrugged and turned to walk away. "They're crazy about each other, I just know it. When are they going to admit it to each other?"

"I said I hate him!" You called out. But soon you let out a sigh of relief when they were out of sight.

Oikawa grinned sympathetically, grabbing your hand in his again as they begin their walk home. "Not that special, huh?"

"You know I think you're the hottest piece of meat alive." You wink at him. "Hey." You both stop in your tracks. "I hate you." You replied with a sweet smile.

"I hate you, too." He bent down to savor a long, soft kiss with you.