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skinny | oikawa tooru x reader

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Published: Aug 10, 2014

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You were pissed.
Scratch that. What a dangerous understatement.
You were absoFUCKINGlutely pissed.

Amazingly, it wasn't because he was a whopping forty-five minutes late.

Nor was it because he had kept you waiting under the sweltering heat of the sun on a summer afternoon, smack in the middle of a busy shopping district.

Not even because several girls were openly fawning—rather loudly, much to your annoyance—over the young man you ~~were too stubborn to admit to having a crush on~~ considered a reliable acquaintance.

While the brunette that easily towered nearly a ruler's width over your small frame gave you so many reasons to tear your hair out (and even to want to pack up your things and move out and change your name and live off raw fish in the South Pole amongst Emperor penguins) on a daily basis, this- oh no, this was just legendary.

"Skinny jeans!?" You screeched, your face reddening in fury.

Oikawa Tooru feigned innocence, however. "Is there a problem, [First]-chan~?"

"You-" You thrusted a finger at him. "-UGH. You're impossible."

"So I've been told," he chuckled. Deciding that his antics were not worth losing your shit over in public, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him along.

You had been itching to go shopping, but your two closest friends were both busy. Your mom would've embarrassed you to no end and made you try out mortifying outfits, and your dad...just- no.
So you called him up, albeit grudgingly, having shared the most conversations with him among everyone in your class, if not the whole school, besides your little group.

"Can boys, like, stop having skinnier legs than me?" You whined, slumping over your desk.
From his spot beside yours, Oikawa merely "hmm"-ed in reply, leading you to believe that he had barely registered what you said.

Little did you know that he would be using that little piece of information against you today.

After a good five minutes of you stomping your way down the street lined with shops, you halted abruptly and buried your face in your palms. "Christ, I can't stand it anymore."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry I look so good in these~" He nudged you playfully.
You and I both know you do, and any sensible girl would be drooling over your long legs and toned ass made very obvious by those form-fitting pants, but goddammit, you're making me look fat!

After a few seconds of complete silence, you looked up at the boy.
He blinked owlishly, mouth slightly agape. "Wow."
Oh my God. OhmyGod- OH. MY. GOD. I SAID ALL THAT OUT LOUD!? You blushed furiously, covering your mouth.

"Fuck you, Assikawa," you hissed.

"Sure, tonight- wait, it's not my fault you're so into me."

You groaned, still flushed with embarrassment. "You know what? Never mind."

You started to walk away, but he stubbornly tailed you like a lost puppy. "You just look so cute when you're mad~" he cooed.

Oh.

He thinks you're cute?

Well.

"So that's what this is all about?" Admittedly, your rage somewhat dissipated at his words.

He nodded, ruffling your hair. To his surprise, you didn't bother slapping his hand away, like you normally did.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a small smile. "You piece of shit."

Tugging his sleeve lightly, you continued on your way. "You owe me some ice cream," you puffed your cheeks out.

He laughed at this. "So I'm forgiven for looking utterly hot in these?"

"... I didn't say that."

"You know, some people even say I look better than that blondie in Zunon Boy-"

"Shut up and buy a new pair of jeans." You kicked him through the open door of a clothing store. "That aren't skinny. Capisce?"

"..."