Oikawa for valentines 💕

I went a bit of a different direction with this one, I hope you like it!

Everything was planned, outlined even, so that this evening, one he’d waited upon for so long, would be perfect. 

Which is why Oikawa is cursing at himself for running late. Literally running as he pumps his legs to go faster but it’s difficult sprinting in a suit with a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates in his hands. Damn his boss holding him back when he knew he needed to leave on time today. 

But he makes it to the train just before the doors shut; right on the flowers he was trying to keep from getting crushed between himself and his fellow sardines. 

Clutching a now useless mass of stems he sighs, willing his blood pressure to lower. He needs to calm down. At least he still has the box of chocolate. 

Which now, as the doors open, is ripped from his hands by some two bit punks exiting the train. 

“Hey!” he shouts, trying to push through the sea of humanity but it’s no use; they’re gone, along with your treat. 

“Damn, damn, damn!” he hisses, smacking his fist against the wall. He takes a deep breath. Fine, he’ll just order you the entire dessert platter at the restaurant to make up for it. 

“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t see your name on the reservations list. As you can see, we’re very busy and it’s doubtful a table will free up any time soon.” 

Oikawa stands fuming, fists clenched and you swear steam is going to pour out of his ears soon. You knew something was off when he met you at work this evening, but now it really looks like Tooru is going to deck the poor man who’s just doing his job. 

Taking his hand, you tug on him. “Tooru, let’s go,” you whisper. 

“Tch, who wants to eat in this dump anyway!” he snaps over his shoulder. It’s a petty shot but you allow it since clearly this is not the first thing to go wrong today. 

“Ok, spill, what’s going on?” you ask when you’re safely outside. 

“Oh nothing much,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “Only the flowers I got you were decapitated by the subway.” Your eyes widen. “Stupid dumb-ass punks fucking stole your chocolate!” You cover your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile. “Now we can’t eat at the one place you told me you’d like to go that I know I made reservations at!” he exclaims whipping his hand backwards. 

A flash of lightning coupled with the snap of thunder sends a deluge of water upon you. Oikawa tilts his head back, shouting to the heavens, “AND NOW IT’S FUCKING RAINING!!”

Dropping his chin to his chest, shoulders visibly trembling, Oikawa can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes following that outburst. But they spring open at the feel of your lips against his, your fingers carding through thick soaked hair. He closes them a moment later, allowing himself to get lost in your kiss. 

When you part, breaths fanning out in steam, you smile up at him. “Sometimes, it really is the thought that counts Tooru.” You take his hand again, leading him towards the station. “Let’s go home, gets jammies on and eat junk food while watching sappy romances.” He wrinkles his nose at this last but beams a smile when you amend, “Ok, fine, cheesy sci-fi.”