ASK: Morning fluff scenario w/ oikawa and fem s/o
I have no idea why this came out with a melancholy under tone but it does have some fluff in it. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Nestled under the warmth of the covers, Oikawa lay with his elbow propped, head resting against his palm and watched the rise and fall of her chest, his other hand itching to touch but because he didn’t want to wake her this early, he refrained from doing so. It used to bother him that he’d wake up so much earlier than her, the habit ingrained from years and years of rising before dawn to warm up his knee, stretch, run, stretch some more and shovel down breakfast before hightailing it to the gym for extra practice, always pushing himself; more, more more!
But then she’d come along, quite literally stumbling across him when a late night practice session in their college gym had resulted in him twisting his ankle (first the knee, now the ankle) and crying out in pain. She’d rushed in, not watching where she was going and fell over him. Only she didn’t stay down long, rotating swiftly to rush to his aid.
He knew he’d been anything but grateful to her in that moment, angry at himself, angry at his knee, angry at the world for cursing him with a body just strong enough to get him one step away from his ultimate goals before failing him at the last moment.
Now, he could laugh at the memory of her tiny frame working to heft his larger one upon her shoulders, insistent he get some help. They’d made it halfway to the trainer’s office before the vice captain came upon them and took over.
His ankle pulsed as he shifted closer, bringing him back to the present, but he ignored it in favor of stroking her cheek, apparently unable to keep his hands off her.
He smiled softly as she snored, a little drool sneaking out making him chuckle. “So sloppy my sweetness,” he chided in a whisper.
She grunted, rolling to her side but not waking up even as she sought more of his warmth; he did run hotter than most.
Feeling the protest of tiring muscles in his arms, Oikawa eased back down, hoping not to move the mattress too much and thus actually wake her from slumber. As the sun slowly rose in the east, rays muted by the sheer curtains upon the windows, her eyes blinked open to meet his own.
“Hey,” she yawned through a stretch, “how long have you been awake?”
He shrugged. “Not sure, since before the sun made an appearance.”
She clicked her tongue. “You’re crazy, I can’t believe you still wake up so early.” A shudder racked her body. “Damn, it’s cold in here! Did you turn the heater off again Tooru?”
He didn’t reply, instead rolling on top of her, tugging the covers as he went to encase them in a cocoon of sheets and blankets. “We have all the heat we need right here,” he teased, brushing his nose up the side of her neck.
Giggling she pressed two fingers against his forehead and pushed. “Already? I just woke up! Can’t we have breakfast first?” He grabbed her hand, kissing the palm before resting it against his chest. At the serious look on his face, her brows furrowed with concern and her other hand reached up to caress his face. “Tooru?”
He shook his head. “It’s nothing, I just…damn, I really love you,” he confessed, leaning down to capture her lips with his own, the kiss chaste but long. Resting his forehead against her own he went on, “Being yours is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”
“Ok, what’s gotten into you?” she teased. “Bad dream?”
He shook his head again. “No, just thankful you didn’t give up on me.” His voice was soft, fragments of melancholy laced together with his sincere gratitude.
Her arms wound round his neck, drawing their chests flush together. “Breakfast can wait,” she admitted, then kissed him again.
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