"I swear you're prettier than I am. Why the fuck are you so pretty," you let out a small growl.

Oikawa wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "But you're pretty, too."

"Not as pretty as you. Your hair is pretty too," you sighed. Your fingers weaved through his brown locks, as if inspecting them.

"Pretty enough for me." You felt the brunette nuzzle his face into your shoulder, tickling you a bit. "If I find you pretty, then you're fine. You don't need anyone else admiring you."

You let out a light laugh at his claim. "Says the person who has a fanbase," you muttered.

When he asked you out, you were both confused and surprised that such a good looking guy like Oikawa Tooru would be interested in such a plain person like you. But you soon got over it, knowing that he truly loved you.