You entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, your bathrobe clinging to your body. Oikawa enveloped you in his arms, his warm chest pressed against your back as he pulled you close to him.

“Perdóname, mi vida.” He whispered, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your hips. “I shouldn’t have disrespected you last night.”

His touch was delicate and his words were praiseful—different from last night’s argument. With the Olympics coming up, Oikawa had been preoccupied with his intense training schedule, leading him to forget about one of the most important days in their relationship: their anniversary.

"I want to make it up to you this time.” Oikawa murmured softly, his breath warm on your soft skin, showering kisses along your neck and shoulders. "I want to worship you the way that you deserve.”