soooo. . . idk if anyone goes there but for those couple of people out there who might be interested in a little oinoya snack—
"Well, I like you a lot, so...!" "Oh. Yuu-chan, you like me?" "—we've been together for years, dumbass—" "For my personality?" Oikawa presses, all big eyes and silken voice, his hands wandering under the hem of the tank top.
i stress-wrote something :)












