"I love you, baby..."   Oikawa's words ring inside the living room as he follows you around, clinging tightly to you with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. You would stumble every now and then because of his tight grasp; the way he was holding you was definitely not helping you out.   Without a second thought, his arms were pulled off in a blink, and clothes were shoved right up in front of his chest with a stern glare coming from you. He smiles awkwardly, defeated.   It seems like his antics of trying to get out of household chores aren't working today. And here he thought being clingy and affectionate would always solve everything.