hello kiwi-chan! (hua I hope you don't me calling you that :>) can I request a scenario for oikawa, wakatoshi and yuji for the prompt "A always sees B in baggy clothings and pretty much able to seal their feelings but one day B comes wearing fitting outfit and it shocked A so much A chocked"? the rest is up to you oho ho ho~The boys can be person A :3 thank you so much! good luck on the blog!
of course you can call me that! it’s super cute! also thanks for such a cute request and thanks for the good wishes! i hope i did this justice cause it’s the first time i’m writing for terushima so i apologize if he’s a tad ooc! also it got kinda long….ahaha my b
Oikawa Tooru was speechless – a rarity in all his 20 years of life. His glass was frozen in his hand, halfway to his mouth as he stared at you entering the club, head whipping around in search of him. Your hair was done up prettily and your shoes complimented your legs perfectly, but what really caught him off guard was your dress – tight and short.
In the year that Oikawa had known you, he had never seen you wear anything from fitting. You’d occasionally wear shorts, so the beauty of your legs was no stranger to him, but the rest of your body was a mystery, and he was immensely curious to see what lay beneath your seemingly endless layers of clothing. Regardless of what you wore, his feelings for you grew with every word that passed between those bubblegum lips of yours; however, he’d be lying if he said that asking you out for drinks at a nightclub came with innocent intentions.
Once you caught sight of him, a smile lit up your face, and Oikawa could feel a hot blush rise on his own. The thudding bass of the club’s music was no match for the rhythm his heart played against his ribcage. He finally found the strength in him to bring his glass up to his lips, the iced drink a stark contrast to the heat he was feeling everywhere else. He watched as you pushed your way through the crowd to stand in front of him, looking up at him with expectant eyes. A beat of awkward silence followed your arrival, but the brunette swiftly and smoothly covered it up, “Well, don’t you look pretty?”
Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliment, as you laughed, “Why thank you! I wasn’t sure if it was entirely appropriate, but either way, it seems to do the job in a place like this.”
That it did. The dress was tight enough to highlight your curves, but modest enough to stay classy.
A perfect fit, for a perfect girl.
He brought his glass to his lips again, listening to you talk enthusiastically before you bent over the counter to order a drink. It was then that the setter caught a glimpse of the back of your dress, quickly taking note of the bare skin of your back, revealed by the plunging hemline of your dress. He gasped, choking on whatever was left in his glass, trying his best to compose himself as you turned to face him again, glass of bourbon hanging between your fingers.
“You alright there?” He nodded mutely as you laughed, downing the rest of your drink before slamming the glass back down on the counter, taking his hand in yours, “Let’s go dance! Only if you can handle it though.” You teased him, noting his unusual stuttering, obviously picking up on the effect you had on him.
He licked his lips, eager to join you on the dance floor, vaguely wondering if you had any more surprises in store for him. You were, he decided, going to be the death of him.
ushijima wakatoshiAt first Ushijima didn’t really notice that everything in your closet was two sizes too big for you and that you weren’t too keen on form fitting clothing, opting to wear boyfriend jeans and t-shirts instead of the skinny jeans and tank tops most girls found so alluring. Either way, regardless of your clothing choices, Ushijima caught himself falling more and more for you each day, overlooking everything that didn’t have anything to do with your stunning personality.
Despite the infancy of your relationship, you had asked him to attend your sister’s wedding as your date, to which he happily (as happily as Ushijima Wakatoshi could be) obliged. Your sister, having always been the lethal combination of both flighty and flaky, left you to deal with the bridesmaids’ dresses, with the claim that “You’re my maid of honor, [Name]! This is the stuff that you have to do!”
A sigh left your lips as you browsed the endless racks of dresses in the bridal shop. Ushijima trailed behind you, occasionally offering his opinion when prompted, suit bag thrown over his shoulder as he waited for you to reach a verdict. At the end of thirty minutes, a pretty saleswoman asked if she could get you a fitting room, to which you begrudgingly agreed to, casting an apologetic look to your boyfriend, “I’ll be in and out in 10 minutes, I promise. Just wait outside for a bit.”
The bridal store your sister had referred you to was quite lavish, adorned with chandeliers and off white couches. Ushijima took it upon himself to sit in a love seat situated across your dressing room, graciously taking a water bottle from the same saleswoman who showed you to your room. True to your word, after 8 minutes you called out to him, “Hey, Wakatoshi? I’m on the last dress, but can you zip me up? I’m having trouble reaching around.” With a short nod that he knew you weren’t going to see, he gently knocked on the door to get you to open it. You seemed relived when you saw him, moving your hair out of the way and turning around so your back was facing him, “It’s kinda tight so the zipper’s pretty stiff.”
Tight? Definitely. Stiff? The zipper wasn’t the only thing. Ushijima fought down a blush as his fingertips momentarily grazed over the bare skin of your back. At the familiar sound of the whine of the zipper going up, you sighed in relief, turning to face him, “What do you think? Is it too much?”
It was too much and not enough at the same time. The dress generously outlined the contours of your body and the strapless, sweetheart neckline was the perfect mix of elegant and sexy. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the corner’s of your boyfriend’s lips curved up in the slightest, genuine compliment falling from his lips, “You look beautiful.” It was your turn to blush as you looked away, the raw sincerity in his eyes too much for you to handle. As he watched you look at yourself in the mirror, Ushijima unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and brought it to his lips, smile still present. You really did look perfect.
A small tug on his shirt sleeve pulled him out of his reverie, “Can you help me unzip?” What was left of the water in his mouth seemed to travel down the wrong pipe as Ushijima sputtered, coughing to regain his composure.
terushima yuuji“Babe! Let’s go shopping.” Terushima flopped onto the couch, resting his head in your lap as you looked down at him, setting your book aside in favor of running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair, “Why the sudden interest in shopping now, huh, Yuuji?”
He grinned devilishly, “No reason. Now let’s go!”
Thirty minutes and a reckless car ride later, you were yanked not so graciously into one of the stores in the mall, vaguely noting that there was nothing in the store that you would wear – everything seemed so flashy and formal, “Why’re we in here? This is all formal wear.”
Terushima was in the middle of picking out things for you to wear when you asked him your question. Pausing momentarily, he turned to give you a genuine, heart stopping smile, “I’m planning something special for next week and I wanna buy you something to wear.”
You felt your cheeks heat up as he pushed a pile of clothes into your arms, “So try these on for me okay? Make sure you try this one on first,” A slender finger pointed to the dress resting on the top of the pile, “Now go!”
You sighed, deciding to go along with your boyfriend’s whims, happy that he wanted to take you somewhere nice and was willing to buy you something to wear. As you closed the door to the dressing room, you held up the dress Terushima wanted you to try on first, and you grimaced.
Slipping it over your head, the first thing you noticed was how snug the material felt on your body. Taking a peek at yourself in the mirror, you raised an eyebrow, noting that it didn’t look too bad. The neckline was a bit to low and the hemline went up past your comfort zone, but it didn’t look bad.
Apparently, your silence made Terushima anxious as he bounced his leg in his seat. It was true he’d never seen you in anything form fitting before, so he’d purposely given you a tight dress to try on first, but suddenly he felt bad. Had he made you uncomfortable? That was the last thing he wanted. He heard the lock unclick before he could think any more of it.
The sight of you in that black little number had him coughing and stuttering all over the place; he expected you to look good but you completely blew him out of the water when you stepped out of the room. You took his reaction as a negative one and immediately asked, “Do you not like it?”
He couldn’t deny you faster. He shot up from his chair, heat rising to his cheeks at his embarrassing reaction, “No, no, no! I love it! You look…you look really…hot.” You laughed, mirth rising to your eyes; Terushima rarely ever blushed, and to see him such as such a mess over a simple thing like a dress was strangely satisfying, “So I guess we’re buying this one?”
The blonde nodded vigorously before adding meekly, “Do you need any help taking it off?”
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