Only behind closed doors did Oikawa truly let go ; the CRACKED MASKS he’s held on so desperately falling away, SHATTERED to pieces ; laid BARE at Mattsun’s feet. With only FRAGILE, gullible TRUST stopping him from picking up the pieces, painstakingly gluing them back together again. But with every painful crack comes FREEDOM– to breathe, to act & to LOVE.
Oikawa laughs out loud – of pure, unadulterated BLISS– brown hues fluttering shut as he leans into Mattsun’s touch. He’s not a romantic by nature, no, but there was something so FULFILLING, so content, being in Mattsun’s arms. Like a FAIRY TALE prince that has finally found his HAPPY ENDING, of dragons killed and of frogs kissed. But now the very prince that promised his happiness was pulling away ( at least for a brief moment ) and Oikawa frowned.
“But I’ll miss you.” he coos, purposely dragging out his words with a WHINE– it was disgustingly GROSS – an exaggeration, of course, and they knew it. Oikawa held back his LAUGHTER, though the corners of his lips lifted with every passing second. An inside joke, shared between MIRTHFUL glances and TEASING grins – and it was times like this that Oikawa truly feels like he could BREATHE again.
EVEN IF IT IS, NOTABLY, OIKAWA’S FAVORITE LINE TO USE when he’s threatened by the notion of issei parting from him, it doesn’t really seem to grow old, as some do. his own grin, fostered in thin lips ( swollen, at this point, pink && red from the litany of kisses so swiftly delivered ) stretches his cheeks into bemusement, && he stands in freedom from the cruelly wonderful grasp of his fairytale ending. he deepens his voice considerably, for a moment, arm lifting in an exaggerated, princely arc. “ fear not, my love. i will return shortly, so soon that you’ll forget i was ever gone. ”
his laughter bubbles from his chest without so much as a flicker of hesitation, resistance pending, && fills the room enough to overwhelm the movie playing in the background. he swings around on his heel before oikawa has any real chance to protest further, headed toward the bathroom with a slight skip in his step && an evident need to move quickly, lest his boyfriend claim abandonment in his absence.
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