i love you too. nishinoya yuu x readeri love you too. nishinoya yuu x reader by yoomir
“I love you.”
It didn’t matter how many times he’s heard it, it still sent fluttering ribbons of electricity every single time he did. Those three mere words never failed to send him onto his feet and jump around as if he had been victorious in something, before calming himself down.
“I love you.”
The first time he’s heard it made him feel as if his heart was going to shatter his rib cage, to escape its confines and descend onto the floor as a heaping pool of a myriad of emotions. He felt the same way he always did whenever he received in volleyball, whenever he’d save the ball after getting blocked, except when he had heard those words from your mouth, the feeling was much more heavy and strong.
He found himself repeating those words in his head, over and over like a beautifully broken record. He’d flush a deep red colour and wave around like an idiot before coming back to his
pda. oikawa tooru x readerpda. oikawa tooru x reader by yoomir
Words on your homework papers started to make no sense to you; while you were bright in class, you did not, in any way, enjoy the thought of studying. Maybe your homeroom wasn’t the best place to study – it was noisy and your classmates were boisterous; you should’ve gone to the library instead even if food wasn’t allowed inside. Was lunch really worth it?
You guessed it wasn’t. The food you had eaten doesn’t even deserve to be called lunch, it was more of a petty snack than a full meal.
To distract yourself from your hunger to resume studying, you silently and secretly opened a small pack of gum, hoping to the peak of your faith that no one would notice. Gum was apparently very popular among your classmates, as you’ve learned from a previous experience. With a pair of concentrated eyes and attempting to be as quiet as you please, you had successfully opened the pack and throw a strip of gum in your mouth.
Ah, the sweet, sw
first kiss. oikawa tooru x readerfirst kiss. oikawa tooru x reader by yoomir
“[First name]…? Can I… kiss you?”
The drop of the teasing honorific made you shudder; of all the times he’d stolen kisses from you, they were either abrupt that you had no choice or forceful that you kissed him just to make him stop. Something about this time, something that was unknown to you, made you nod in the slightest.
As his lips touched yours, both of you felt a jolt of electricity coursing through your spines, something neither of you felt before. This, you thought, was what a kiss was supposed to feel like. It felt like summer and winter were having tea under a tree shade; it felt like good and bad were playing hopscotch on the pavement; it felt like happiness and sadness were skydiving together, the energy radiating off of both of them; it felt amazing and it’s something you both wanted to remember.
Over taxed fingers tangled themselves on the chocolate locks at the back of his head, pushing him on you slightly and mak