Oikawa leaned against the wall of the shower, flicking off the faucet and wrapping a towel around his waist before you walked in. His eyes, sharp and amber in the light, meet yours, and suddenly a look of sly amusement comes onto his face. "Back from work early?" He asked with a playfully raised eyebrow. "You must've really missed your favourite Argentinan superstar." He winked, full of his characteristic charm, as he leaned down to softly kiss your cheek in greeting.