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“Aren’t you excited, (Name)-chan?! We got a practice match with Aoba Josai tomorrow!”

“Of course she is, Hinata! She gets to see Oikawa today,” Tanaka teased the young boy, jabbing his elbow in the carrot top’s ribs. Said first year choked in pain, wrapping his arms around his now-throbbing ribcage.

“W-who’s that?” he stuttered as his fiery eyes moved up to look towards the second year he had originally addressed, and the younger sister of Karasuno’s team captain: you. However, you were suddenly nervous looking, gazing to the side as you scratched your cheek uncomfortably.

“Daichi’s worst enemy,” Sugawara muttered quietly, leaning towards Hinata so as to keep him from speaking too loud. “Kageyama doesn’t like him either. So it’s best to not mention his name.”

As the orange haired boy and the silver haired third year peeked back, their eyes landed on both Sawamura and Kageyama, both men clenching their fists as a dangerous glint filled their eyes. Hinata shivered with fear at the intensity.

“Eh! Scary!”

“Exactly, so let’s just keep going with practice, shall we?” Sugawara offered with a nervous smile. You had immediately notice your third year brother and the first year genius stiffen at the mention of his name.

They failed to notice that you shivered as well.

~

It was finally the day of the practice match, and you were currently filling water bottles with Shimizu. Your heart couldn’t stop racing; you hadn’t seen him in over a month. To say you were nervous was an understatement, and it was obvious to everyone that something was off about you, especially Shimizu. Her navy eyes watched as you spilled a bottle of water for the second time, panicking as the liquid pooled on the floor in a massive puddle. Quickly dismissing yourself, you ran off to get a couple more towels.

Shimizu’s eyes watched you jog unsteadily. Your mind was elsewhere, but she couldn’t determine where exactly.

“I’m worried for her as well.”

The sudden voice caused the ebony haired girl to jump in surprise, her heart nearly leaping from her chest as she turned to see Asahi beside her, a worried look on his face. Shimizu stared for a moment before she nodded and twisted a cap onto one of the last water bottles. She had filled most of them.

“I wish I knew what was on her mind,” Shimizu whispered, filling the last bottle.

Returning, you found that all that water bottles were filled and ready to go. All that was left was for you to clean up the water you spilled. Shimizu and Asahi were walking away, talking to each other. With a sigh, you threw the towel to the floor and used your foot to wipe the water up, muttering colorful words to yourself. You were distracted, and it was painfully obvious. If you weren’t careful, they would start questioning you.

No one could know.

~

“Here we are!” Takeda smiled brightly to the team as their bus rolled to a stop.

“Wake up, (Name)!” Hinata grinned, shaking your shoulders excitedly. You grumbled, but finally woke up to see his face mere inches from yours.

“Gah!” you shrieked, flailing your arms as you jumped back, hitting the back of your head on the window. Hinata’s eyes widened as he reached for you as you cradled your throbbing head.

“S-sorry!”

“Stupid!” Kageyama growled, punching Hinata in the back of his orange head, causing the first year to whimper.

“Come on guys, this isn’t time for arguing. We have a game to win!” Tanaka grinned to the two boys, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. The duo paused before nodding with confidence.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Hinata grinned, fist pumping the air. Feeling a hand on your head, you looked up to see your brother giving you a concerned look.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, waving a hand dismissively as you shot him a weak smile. His eyes softened.

“If you need anything, I’m here,” he told you, ruffling your hair with his large hand. With an exasperated huff, you slapped his hands away, glaring at him as he laughed loudly.

“Come on, or they’ll start the game without us,” you shooed him away as he followed a few members off the bus. Standing, you followed Tsukishima off the bus. Upon stepping off the bus, you took a deep breath as your heart began to race, a cold feeling in your stomach.

He would be here.

Following Shimizu into the gym, you took a deep breath as the sound of volleyballs and squeaking shoes reached your ears. Your hands began to shake, a cold sweat forming on your body with anticipation. Your eyes looked up and scanned the room, your bottom lip between your teeth. But something was off.

He wasn’t here.

Setting down the container of water bottles, Iwaizumi jogged up to you. A small smile crossed your lips; he was like a second brother to you.

“Yo, (Name)-chan. Trashkawa won’t be here until later,” he told you with his usual poker face, seeming neither excited nor sad, much to your surprise.

“Okay, thank you,” you bowed politely to him. He nodded his head before returning to his team, helping them collect the remaining volleyballs around the gym so that they could begin the practice match. With a small sigh of relief, you sat on the bench with a smile.

~

The practice match had been going so well and the intensity between the teams was so incredible that you had zoned out completely, unaware of a certain third year walking into the gym. His calm eyes scanned the room, locking onto the score between his own team and the team of his underclassman Kageyama. Karasuno was winning; he’d have to change that.

Walking towards the court, he heard his name being called by several young girls above, waving at him as they blushed furiously. He sent them a smile and waved in return; he couldn’t disappoint his fans. The girls swooned when he flashed his teeth, and barely had time to watch as one girl fainted.

No matter how many girls confessed to him, cried for him, and did favors for him, his heart was elsewhere. His heart belonged to the girl sitting on Karasuno’s bench with the eyes of a young doe trapped underneath the blinding lights of a semi truck, full of fear. Seeing your expression caused a smirk to cross his lips, his eyes turning sultry for a brief moment. You were finally here in his domain, and not having seen you nor heard your voice made him feel like a starving animal. Right now you looked pretty scrumptious.

The sound of his coach brought him back to normal, making his expression melt to one of mock innocence. He made his way to his side of the court, making sure to lock eyes with you whenever possible. He finally made it to the bench, and received his instructions to stretch well.

Your heart stopped as you watched the third year captain remove his jacket and sweats, moving to the side to stretch quickly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, especially when he continued to look back at you, locking your eyes in an invisible chain.

You didn’t even notice when he substituted for a younger player and walked onto the court. With the sound of a loud whistle in your ear, you shook your head and quickly snapped your vision to the score.

21-24. One more point.

Your eyes widened as you realized that it was Oikawa’s serve. He held the ball before him, muttering some quiet words before he tossed it single-handedly, bring his arms back and beginning his approach. At the height of the toss, he jumped gracefully, bringing his arm down on the ball. You watched his eyes; they were animalistic.

Your heart stopped as the ball flew across the net and straight for Tsukishima. The ball barely connected with the blonde’s arm before it ricocheted off and flew towards the railing above, scaring a few students.

“Tsukki!”

“Just as I thought. I watched part of the match… You, number 6, and you, number 5,” he started, causing everyone to turn towards him, including you. “You’re not good receivers, are you? You must be first-years.”

Oikawa then walked back to the serving position, muttering something about “another one”. Before you knew it, he served once again to Tsukishima. A few cheered for Oikawa, and a few told Tsukishima to not mind.

“Oi, Great King! Aim at me! I’ll receive it!” Hinata suddenly cried out, raising his arms and stomping his feet like a child. Oikawa paused for a moment as your brother told Tsukishima to scoot towards the sidelines, pushing the blonde back so that he could take a position in the middle of the court.

“Go, Onii-san!” you cheered loudly for your brother, keeping your eyes on him instead of letting them linger to the opposing team’s captain. Immediately, you felt Oikawa’s eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine, but you clenched your fists and bit your lower lip in attempt to distract yourself. So you didn’t return his look.

The sound of the ball being hit made you look up, watching the ball fly towards Tsukishima once again, despite the blonde being next to the line. Your jaw dropped at Oikawa’s aim and control; it was terrifying.

Tsukishima received it; however, it was a high ball that was sent straight to the other team, a chance ball. You watched as another first-year jumped, planning on spiking it to the ground. In an instant, a flash of orange appeared in the air, stretching his hand out to touch the ball, determination in his eyes. Holding a breath, you watched carefully.

The ball was spiked, but Hinata was able to get a few fingers on it as well. The ball went up and you cheered. A chance ball.

And Hinata was already in the air.

Get him.

Oikawa was frozen as the ball flew by his head, his eyes wide. He didn’t react. But he wasn’t upset. His eyes were glimmering as a single word escaped his lips.

“Wow…”

As the members began lining up, you stood from the bench, a feeling of dread constricting around your heart. It was over, that meant that he had free time now. He would inevitably find you.

“I need to use the restroom,” you excused yourself, quickly pacing yourself towards the nearest bathroom. Shimizu noticed this, and turned back to look at the teams. Her eyes immediately caught sight of the look Oikawa was sending you. He was watching you like a hawk, his eyes calculating unknown information.

You stood in front of the mirror, washing your hands for the third time. Your mind was racing, your heart unsteady as it would beat sporadically and then slow down considerably. It was beginning to give you a headache, as well as light-headed feeling. You were beginning to question how you were still able to stand on your feet.

“I think your hands are clean enough, (Name)-chan.”

You froze, eyes snapping wide open as his voice filled the women’s bathroom. Your heart dropped into your stomach as his footsteps approached you. They circled around you, stopping directly behind your body. An icicle, that’s what you were. Your hands never flinched as he reached around you with both hands, shutting the water off. His hot breath was on the back of your neck, his warm hands encasing your wet ones. His fingers snaked their way through yours as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your clothed shoulder.

Scorching air was blown onto the shell of your ear, making you shiver once again.

“You didn’t cheer for me,” he whispered huskily, bringing your hands closer to your abdomen as he removed the space between you and himself, pressing himself against your back. A heavy blush rose on your cheeks as his breathing increased in your ear, his hips pressing firmly into your rear. The grip of his fingers on your hands were almost painful.

He then lifted your arms and crossed them, bringing them even closer as he completely encased you into his body. His eyes closed as he tilted his head more.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me anymore~” he cooed in a sickly sweet voice, chuckling softly as he nibbled on your earlobe. A high pitched squeak escaped your lips as he did this, making your blush worse. Your heart was racing, and he must have noticed as well.

A single hand, still locked with yours, moved to where your heart was and pressed against it firmly.

“Relax, (Name)-chan. I won’t bite too hard,” he breathed softly, a disconcerting smirk on his lips as he added, “unless I don’t hear that beautiful voice of yours~ Hm?~”

“I-I was cheering for my brother,” you finally spoke. It was strange to hear yourself finally speak to him. Oikawa then chuckled again.

“Speaking of your brother, who makes the best captain?” he asked, his head facing upwards as he opened his eyes once again. They were glazed. He was tugging at your puppet strings, as always, like the manipulative puppeteer he was.

“Y-you are, Oikawa,” you muttered, closing your eyes. He then bit your earlobe, causing you to jump with a gasp. “O-ow!”

“What did I tell you to call me?” he breathed heavily, sensually licking the wound he created.

“Oikawa-senpai.”

“Good (Name)-chan~ You can always trust your senpai,” he smirked to you, his eyes locking with yours in the mirror. Something flashed across the chocolate colored orbs, and you barely had enough time to react before you were pulled around and slammed into the bathroom wall.

You grunted at the feeling of the hard wall behind you, clenching your eyes shut tightly. A hand raked through your hair softly, lovingly, as if apologizing. But was it an apology for before, or for what was to come?

Nails dug into your scalp, yanking your head back to reveal your canvas of a neck. He was about to make a work of art with all that clear skin, but he was limited on time.

Another grunt left your lips as his soft, thin lips attached to your neck, sucking roughly as he kept your head pulled back. His teeth scraped the skin as he took a chunk between his teeth, gnawing on the flesh like an animal. Soft mewls were unable to be contained as his free hand snuck underneath your shirt, resting on your hip.

“S-stop,” you choked out as his searing tongue made contact with your skin, slurping noisily as he continued to bite and suck on the skin. He then paused, detaching himself after a final moment of suction on the now-present mark. His eyes were cold yet burning as they met yours.

“You want me to stop?” A simple question, a trick question. You gulped audibly, slowly nodding your head. His eyes never left yours as a smirk played across his lips. “You don’t like my affection? The idea of being marked for all to see?” When you shook your head, his eyes narrowed.

“Then perhaps I should make marks where no other man will see?”

Your heart skipped a beat as his gaze suddenly shot south, returning back to yours within milliseconds. “N-no, Oikawa-senpai.”

“Then don’t complain when your senpai is marking you~”

You bit your lip contain any further noises, closing your eyes as Oikawa returned to ravishing your neck with his mouth, making a second large sore next to the first, more towards the underside of your chin. With the location, it would be nearly impossible to cover, and he knew it.

A few more uncomfortable moments went by, him biting and sucking on your neck, making loud slurping noises. Doubt began filling your mind at the thought of someone finding you and coming to your rescue. That was, until the voice of a million angels rang through the school.

“Oi! Trashkawa! Get your ass out here!”

Oikawa paused in his actions, pulling his head back. A string of his own saliva was still connected to your pulse, the rest smeared across his lips. He used the back of his hand to wipe the remaining saliva from his lips.

“Looks like our time is up,” he began, releasing your hair and removing his hand from underneath your shirt. He then sighed, moving his hands to the wall on either side of your head, bowing his chin so that his bangs brushed against your forehead, chocolate eyes locked with yours. “You will visit more, right, (Name)-chan?”

His question sounded like a threat, but you were in no position to deny him.

“I-I will, Oikawa-senpai,” you told him, looking down at the collar of his jacket instead of his eyes.

“You better~ Or I’ll have to come to you instead. Because you won’t let me down, will you, (Name)-chan? You’ll love me forever, the way I love you, right?”

You wanted to cry. “Y-yes.”

“Promise me. And look me in the eyes when you tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you attempted to blink them away. Looking up, you found his expression in deep concentration, studying your every move with his eyes, similar to when he watches sports film. You couldn’t deny him, you were a young raven in his cage now.

“I promise, Oikawa-senpai.”

Said man moved his handsome face closer until his nose was brushing against yours, his eyes closed happily. He then roughly kissed you, opening his mouth and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. You cringed as his tongue immediately entered your mouth, playing with your pink muscle before retracting just as quickly as it appeared. Despite a small distance, his lips brushed over yours gently.

“I love it when you call me that, (Name)-chan~ Because you can always count on me as your senpai. After all, I am your future husband~.”

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“Aren’t you excited, (Name)-chan?! We got a practice match with Aoba Josai tomorrow!”

“Of course she is, Hinata! She gets to see Oikawa today,” Tanaka teased the young boy, jabbing his elbow in the carrot top’s ribs. Said first year choked in pain, wrapping his arms around his now-throbbing ribcage.

“W-who’s that?” he stuttered as his fiery eyes moved up to look towards the second year he had originally addressed, and the younger sister of Karasuno’s team captain: you. However, you were suddenly nervous looking, gazing to the side as you scratched your cheek uncomfortably.

“Daichi’s worst enemy,” Sugawara muttered quietly, leaning towards Hinata so as to keep him from speaking too loud. “Kageyama doesn’t like him either. So it’s best to not mention his name.”

As the orange haired boy and the silver haired third year peeked back, their eyes landed on both Sawamura and Kageyama, both men clenching their fists as a dangerous glint filled their eyes. Hinata shivered with fear at the intensity.

“Eh! Scary!”

“Exactly, so let’s just keep going with practice, shall we?” Sugawara offered with a nervous smile. You had immediately notice your third year brother and the first year genius stiffen at the mention of his name.

They failed to notice that you shivered as well.

~

It was finally the day of the practice match, and you were currently filling water bottles with Shimizu. Your heart couldn’t stop racing; you hadn’t seen him in over a month. To say you were nervous was an understatement, and it was obvious to everyone that something was off about you, especially Shimizu. Her navy eyes watched as you spilled a bottle of water for the second time, panicking as the liquid pooled on the floor in a massive puddle. Quickly dismissing yourself, you ran off to get a couple more towels.

Shimizu’s eyes watched you jog unsteadily. Your mind was elsewhere, but she couldn’t determine where exactly.

“I’m worried for her as well.”

The sudden voice caused the ebony haired girl to jump in surprise, her heart nearly leaping from her chest as she turned to see Asahi beside her, a worried look on his face. Shimizu stared for a moment before she nodded and twisted a cap onto one of the last water bottles. She had filled most of them.

“I wish I knew what was on her mind,” Shimizu whispered, filling the last bottle.

Returning, you found that all that water bottles were filled and ready to go. All that was left was for you to clean up the water you spilled. Shimizu and Asahi were walking away, talking to each other. With a sigh, you threw the towel to the floor and used your foot to wipe the water up, muttering colorful words to yourself. You were distracted, and it was painfully obvious. If you weren’t careful, they would start questioning you.

No one could know.

~

“Here we are!” Takeda smiled brightly to the team as their bus rolled to a stop.

“Wake up, (Name)!” Hinata grinned, shaking your shoulders excitedly. You grumbled, but finally woke up to see his face mere inches from yours.

“Gah!” you shrieked, flailing your arms as you jumped back, hitting the back of your head on the window. Hinata’s eyes widened as he reached for you as you cradled your throbbing head.

“S-sorry!”

“Stupid!” Kageyama growled, punching Hinata in the back of his orange head, causing the first year to whimper.

“Come on guys, this isn’t time for arguing. We have a game to win!” Tanaka grinned to the two boys, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. The duo paused before nodding with confidence.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Hinata grinned, fist pumping the air. Feeling a hand on your head, you looked up to see your brother giving you a concerned look.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, waving a hand dismissively as you shot him a weak smile. His eyes softened.

“If you need anything, I’m here,” he told you, ruffling your hair with his large hand. With an exasperated huff, you slapped his hands away, glaring at him as he laughed loudly.

“Come on, or they’ll start the game without us,” you shooed him away as he followed a few members off the bus. Standing, you followed Tsukishima off the bus. Upon stepping off the bus, you took a deep breath as your heart began to race, a cold feeling in your stomach.

He would be here.

Following Shimizu into the gym, you took a deep breath as the sound of volleyballs and squeaking shoes reached your ears. Your hands began to shake, a cold sweat forming on your body with anticipation. Your eyes looked up and scanned the room, your bottom lip between your teeth. But something was off.

He wasn’t here.

Setting down the container of water bottles, Iwaizumi jogged up to you. A small smile crossed your lips; he was like a second brother to you.

“Yo, (Name)-chan. Trashkawa won’t be here until later,” he told you with his usual poker face, seeming neither excited nor sad, much to your surprise.

“Okay, thank you,” you bowed politely to him. He nodded his head before returning to his team, helping them collect the remaining volleyballs around the gym so that they could begin the practice match. With a small sigh of relief, you sat on the bench with a smile.

~

The practice match had been going so well and the intensity between the teams was so incredible that you had zoned out completely, unaware of a certain third year walking into the gym. His calm eyes scanned the room, locking onto the score between his own team and the team of his underclassman Kageyama. Karasuno was winning; he’d have to change that.

Walking towards the court, he heard his name being called by several young girls above, waving at him as they blushed furiously. He sent them a smile and waved in return; he couldn’t disappoint his fans. The girls swooned when he flashed his teeth, and barely had time to watch as one girl fainted.

No matter how many girls confessed to him, cried for him, and did favors for him, his heart was elsewhere. His heart belonged to the girl sitting on Karasuno’s bench with the eyes of a young doe trapped underneath the blinding lights of a semi truck, full of fear. Seeing your expression caused a smirk to cross his lips, his eyes turning sultry for a brief moment. You were finally here in his domain, and not having seen you nor heard your voice made him feel like a starving animal. Right now you looked pretty scrumptious.

The sound of his coach brought him back to normal, making his expression melt to one of mock innocence. He made his way to his side of the court, making sure to lock eyes with you whenever possible. He finally made it to the bench, and received his instructions to stretch well.

Your heart stopped as you watched the third year captain remove his jacket and sweats, moving to the side to stretch quickly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, especially when he continued to look back at you, locking your eyes in an invisible chain.

You didn’t even notice when he substituted for a younger player and walked onto the court. With the sound of a loud whistle in your ear, you shook your head and quickly snapped your vision to the score.

21-24. One more point.

Your eyes widened as you realized that it was Oikawa’s serve. He held the ball before him, muttering some quiet words before he tossed it single-handedly, bring his arms back and beginning his approach. At the height of the toss, he jumped gracefully, bringing his arm down on the ball. You watched his eyes; they were animalistic.

Your heart stopped as the ball flew across the net and straight for Tsukishima. The ball barely connected with the blonde’s arm before it ricocheted off and flew towards the railing above, scaring a few students.

“Tsukki!”

“Just as I thought. I watched part of the match… You, number 6, and you, number 5,” he started, causing everyone to turn towards him, including you. “You’re not good receivers, are you? You must be first-years.”

Oikawa then walked back to the serving position, muttering something about “another one”. Before you knew it, he served once again to Tsukishima. A few cheered for Oikawa, and a few told Tsukishima to not mind.

“Oi, Great King! Aim at me! I’ll receive it!” Hinata suddenly cried out, raising his arms and stomping his feet like a child. Oikawa paused for a moment as your brother told Tsukishima to scoot towards the sidelines, pushing the blonde back so that he could take a position in the middle of the court.

“Go, Onii-san!” you cheered loudly for your brother, keeping your eyes on him instead of letting them linger to the opposing team’s captain. Immediately, you felt Oikawa’s eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine, but you clenched your fists and bit your lower lip in attempt to distract yourself. So you didn’t return his look.

The sound of the ball being hit made you look up, watching the ball fly towards Tsukishima once again, despite the blonde being next to the line. Your jaw dropped at Oikawa’s aim and control; it was terrifying.

Tsukishima received it; however, it was a high ball that was sent straight to the other team, a chance ball. You watched as another first-year jumped, planning on spiking it to the ground. In an instant, a flash of orange appeared in the air, stretching his hand out to touch the ball, determination in his eyes. Holding a breath, you watched carefully.

The ball was spiked, but Hinata was able to get a few fingers on it as well. The ball went up and you cheered. A chance ball.

And Hinata was already in the air.

Get him.

Oikawa was frozen as the ball flew by his head, his eyes wide. He didn’t react. But he wasn’t upset. His eyes were glimmering as a single word escaped his lips.

“Wow…”

As the members began lining up, you stood from the bench, a feeling of dread constricting around your heart. It was over, that meant that he had free time now. He would inevitably find you.

“I need to use the restroom,” you excused yourself, quickly pacing yourself towards the nearest bathroom. Shimizu noticed this, and turned back to look at the teams. Her eyes immediately caught sight of the look Oikawa was sending you. He was watching you like a hawk, his eyes calculating unknown information.

You stood in front of the mirror, washing your hands for the third time. Your mind was racing, your heart unsteady as it would beat sporadically and then slow down considerably. It was beginning to give you a headache, as well as light-headed feeling. You were beginning to question how you were still able to stand on your feet.

“I think your hands are clean enough, (Name)-chan.”

You froze, eyes snapping wide open as his voice filled the women’s bathroom. Your heart dropped into your stomach as his footsteps approached you. They circled around you, stopping directly behind your body. An icicle, that’s what you were. Your hands never flinched as he reached around you with both hands, shutting the water off. His hot breath was on the back of your neck, his warm hands encasing your wet ones. His fingers snaked their way through yours as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your clothed shoulder.

Scorching air was blown onto the shell of your ear, making you shiver once again.

“You didn’t cheer for me,” he whispered huskily, bringing your hands closer to your abdomen as he removed the space between you and himself, pressing himself against your back. A heavy blush rose on your cheeks as his breathing increased in your ear, his hips pressing firmly into your rear. The grip of his fingers on your hands were almost painful.

He then lifted your arms and crossed them, bringing them even closer as he completely encased you into his body. His eyes closed as he tilted his head more.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me anymore~” he cooed in a sickly sweet voice, chuckling softly as he nibbled on your earlobe. A high pitched squeak escaped your lips as he did this, making your blush worse. Your heart was racing, and he must have noticed as well.

A single hand, still locked with yours, moved to where your heart was and pressed against it firmly.

“Relax, (Name)-chan. I won’t bite too hard,” he breathed softly, a disconcerting smirk on his lips as he added, “unless I don’t hear that beautiful voice of yours~ Hm?~”

“I-I was cheering for my brother,” you finally spoke. It was strange to hear yourself finally speak to him. Oikawa then chuckled again.

“Speaking of your brother, who makes the best captain?” he asked, his head facing upwards as he opened his eyes once again. They were glazed. He was tugging at your puppet strings, as always, like the manipulative puppeteer he was.

“Y-you are, Oikawa,” you muttered, closing your eyes. He then bit your earlobe, causing you to jump with a gasp. “O-ow!”

“What did I tell you to call me?” he breathed heavily, sensually licking the wound he created.

“Oikawa-senpai.”

“Good (Name)-chan~ You can always trust your senpai,” he smirked to you, his eyes locking with yours in the mirror. Something flashed across the chocolate colored orbs, and you barely had enough time to react before you were pulled around and slammed into the bathroom wall.

You grunted at the feeling of the hard wall behind you, clenching your eyes shut tightly. A hand raked through your hair softly, lovingly, as if apologizing. But was it an apology for before, or for what was to come?

Nails dug into your scalp, yanking your head back to reveal your canvas of a neck. He was about to make a work of art with all that clear skin, but he was limited on time.

Another grunt left your lips as his soft, thin lips attached to your neck, sucking roughly as he kept your head pulled back. His teeth scraped the skin as he took a chunk between his teeth, gnawing on the flesh like an animal. Soft mewls were unable to be contained as his free hand snuck underneath your shirt, resting on your hip.

“S-stop,” you choked out as his searing tongue made contact with your skin, slurping noisily as he continued to bite and suck on the skin. He then paused, detaching himself after a final moment of suction on the now-present mark. His eyes were cold yet burning as they met yours.

“You want me to stop?” A simple question, a trick question. You gulped audibly, slowly nodding your head. His eyes never left yours as a smirk played across his lips. “You don’t like my affection? The idea of being marked for all to see?” When you shook your head, his eyes narrowed.

“Then perhaps I should make marks where no other man will see?”

Your heart skipped a beat as his gaze suddenly shot south, returning back to yours within milliseconds. “N-no, Oikawa-senpai.”

“Then don’t complain when your senpai is marking you~”

You bit your lip contain any further noises, closing your eyes as Oikawa returned to ravishing your neck with his mouth, making a second large sore next to the first, more towards the underside of your chin. With the location, it would be nearly impossible to cover, and he knew it.

A few more uncomfortable moments went by, him biting and sucking on your neck, making loud slurping noises. Doubt began filling your mind at the thought of someone finding you and coming to your rescue. That was, until the voice of a million angels rang through the school.

“Oi! Trashkawa! Get your ass out here!”

Oikawa paused in his actions, pulling his head back. A string of his own saliva was still connected to your pulse, the rest smeared across his lips. He used the back of his hand to wipe the remaining saliva from his lips.

“Looks like our time is up,” he began, releasing your hair and removing his hand from underneath your shirt. He then sighed, moving his hands to the wall on either side of your head, bowing his chin so that his bangs brushed against your forehead, chocolate eyes locked with yours. “You will visit more, right, (Name)-chan?”

His question sounded like a threat, but you were in no position to deny him.

“I-I will, Oikawa-senpai,” you told him, looking down at the collar of his jacket instead of his eyes.

“You better~ Or I’ll have to come to you instead. Because you won’t let me down, will you, (Name)-chan? You’ll love me forever, the way I love you, right?”

You wanted to cry. “Y-yes.”

“Promise me. And look me in the eyes when you tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you attempted to blink them away. Looking up, you found his expression in deep concentration, studying your every move with his eyes, similar to when he watches sports film. You couldn’t deny him, you were a young raven in his cage now.

“I promise, Oikawa-senpai.”

Said man moved his handsome face closer until his nose was brushing against yours, his eyes closed happily. He then roughly kissed you, opening his mouth and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. You cringed as his tongue immediately entered your mouth, playing with your pink muscle before retracting just as quickly as it appeared. Despite a small distance, his lips brushed over yours gently.

“I love it when you call me that, (Name)-chan~ Because you can always count on me as your senpai. After all, I am your future husband~.”