"This milk bread is great... maybe it's 'cause I'm having it with you."

Oikawa said with a small, sly smirk as he took another bite of the soft pastry. Even now, with his Argentine citizenship, his taste in comfort food hadn’t changed one bit.

It was a quiet, peaceful night—just the two of you sitting and lounging on the balcony of his apartment. Nearly three years had passed since you got together. And despite your early worries—about his wandering lifestyle, the flood of fangirls, and whether he could truly commit—you started to notice how often he tried to ease those fears.

He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the first time he saw you, something about you reminded him of home. You made him feel safe. Grounded. And slowly, he’d started to let his guard down around you.

He hoped—deep down—that it was okay for him to be his truest self, with you.