The two of you are curled up together on his bed, Oikawa’s arm snug around your waist, his hand resting lightly on your hip. The movie hums quietly in the background, but neither of you is paying attention.

He leans in slowly, his lips brushing yours gently at first, teasingly, before pressing a soft, lingering kiss. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, letting a slow smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

Then he kisses you again, this time deeper, taking his time, as if memorizing every curve of your lips. His hands shift slightly, one tracing small, deliberate patterns along your side while the other keeps you close against him.

"God, you’re perfect like this," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, slow and deliberate, letting each moment stretch out as he savors the closeness, the warmth, the quiet intimacy of just the two of you.