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CHAPTER 44

[5 MONTHS AGO]






"Do you have my phone?"

"Yeah," Niko mumbles, keeping the screen close to his face as he types away. You reach for your phone, but leans over, hiding the conversation he was having. "Wait, I'm not done yet!"

You tuck your jacket around your body with a groan. "You were practically begging me to bring you to the movies, and you didn't even watch."

For the past couple days, Niko has been wanting to watch the sequel to one of his favourite films that recently came to theatres. He asked his friends if they wanted to go with him, but he figured that it would be special if he watched it with his sister instead.

After buying some of your favourite snacks, sneaking them into the theatre, and finding two seats in the back row, Niko had somehow gotten his hands on your phone. He kept it close, and during the entire film, he downloaded a new app that allowed him to create a profile and talk to people.

By the time the movie ended, the moon had reached its peak. Now, you and Niko stroll down the sidewalk, his eyes on your phone while you look around at the different restaurants.

"What are you craving?" you ask, to which you're met with silence. Looking over, you find your brother busy typing away. "What are you even doing on that?"

"It's nothinβ€” Hey!" Niko is surprised when the phone is snatched from his hands. He tries to grab it back, but you slap his hand away. "I wasn't done!"

"It's my phone!" Instead of scrolling through, you stuff it into your back pocket. "Let's focus on finding a place to eat, okay?"

Niko grumbles, along with his stomach. "Hm... can we just get dessert?"

"You don't want to have a real meal?"

"Nah, we ate a lot in the theatre already."

"Are you sure you only want dessert?"

Niko thinks for a moment, then smiles widely. "Yes!"

"Of course you do," you shake your head. "Let's just get ramen. It's quick and filling."

You take your phone from your pocket and search directions to the nearest ramen house. There's notifications popping up, all of them from an app that you don't remember downloading. You glance at them for a briefly before swiping them away, one after the other.

Niko waits impatiently, leaning from side to side. "What's taking so long?"

"Someone keeps sending me messages." More notifications pop up, and instead of swiping them away, you focus on the directions. Once you find them, you lead your brother down the path, take a turn, and straight into the ramen house. "Finally."

The waiter is quick, leading you to a table near the front with menus. The place is quiet during this time at night, with only a few people around eating a late dinner β€” the service is even faster at this time, and it takes less than ten minutes for the waiter to return with both of your orders.

"Thanks!" Niko says before slurping up some of his noodles. Then, he winces when the broth touches his tongue. "Crap, it's too hot!"

While Niko plays with his food, trying to cool it down, you take a moment to swipe through your phone, specifically through the odd notifications you were receiving minutes ago. They're all from the same app, and it doesn't take you long to realize what Niko was doing.

"Why the hell did you download a dating app?" Your voice rises. Niko has to hide his head behind his bowl. "You can't just do this and talk to strangers. It's dangerous."

"I'm sorry," Niko mumbles through his guilt. "I just feel bad that you never go outside with friends, or with anyone besides me. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

It's hard to listen to your brother's explanation, especially when you open your profile and see that everything is set up with your name and pictures. A short biography under your photos has also been set, letting everyone on the app know your school, age, and location.

"What the..." Trying to stay calm, you take a deep breath. "You pretended to be me?"

Niko takes a small bite from his bowl. "Well, isn't it obvious?" He asks, then regrets it when you shoot him a deadly look. "Listen, I'm sorry! I just thought thatβ€”"

"Thought that pretending to be someone else on a dating app would be a good idea?" Your voice has a few people turning their heads. When you feel them staring, you lower your tone. "Niko, you can't do this. Ever. Understand?"

He blinks. "Yes."

"I'm gonna delete this now."

"At least read the most recent convo," Niko leans over, trying to peek at the screen. "That guy actually seems like a nice person."

Sighing, you open the first notification and scroll. Then, your jaw drops when you see that there's nearly a hundred messages already, all of them being between him and your brother. "What the hell?"

Niko giggles quietly. "Just read them!"

You shake your head as you skim the messages, all of them being absolutely cringe worthy. And to make it worse, they have your name and face on them. "I can't believe you."

"Just read!"

For an eleven year old, Niko's messages don't seem too out of the ordinary, besides the onslaught of emojis and lame jokes that have the stranger laughing and replying with his own jokes. Scrolling past, you go to more recent messages and find a few questions being asked about you.

"Are you taken?" you read the questions out loud. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"I said no to all of them." Knowing that you won't enjoy the last bit of information, Niko closes his eyes and prepares for a scolding. "I also agreed for you to go on a date with him."

Your eyes widen in an instant. "Niko!"

"I'm sorry!"

You scroll farther and find the question. "He asked to go out tomorrow?" You don't wait for an answer β€” you find it in the conversation, with a response verifying your availability. The urge to cancel and type an apology is strong, but nothing prepares you for when you press on the stranger's profile and see his pictures.

You instantly recognize his face and name, and there's no mistaking who he is.

"This is..." you struggle to formulate words. "Niko, I go to school with him."

Thinking that this is good news, Niko's eyes light up. "That's even better!"

"No it's not," you sigh. "If I cancel, then things are going to be awkward between me and him."

"Why?"

"I don't really know, but that's what my gut is telling me." you scroll through his photos, each of them displaying a different angle of himself. There's no denying that he was cute, maybe even hot, with a perfect smile, deep dimples, and hair swooped perfectly to the side. And his eyes are a soft brown, adding to his gentle facial features and pink lips.

Niko smirks. "It looks like someone's in love."

You shoot your brother a look. "Don't think you're off the hook. What you did here is not safe. This could've been anyone, and you just agreed that I would go out with him."

"Not really go out," he nods to the phone, telling you to read the messages. "He wants you to go to his house, for an ONS, whatever that means."

"A what?"

"He already sent his address," Niko slurps up more noodles, chews, and swallows. "I hope you're excited!"

Having enough of your brother's foolishness, you glance back down at the familiar face. A bit of anonymity and mystery would've been nice, but the idea of spending time with someone from school doesn't seem all bad.

Until you remind yourself of his reputation.

"I guess I'll see him tomorrow." You find yourself giving up, but at the same time, accepting the small spark of excitement forming in your chest. "I'll just tell him that this was all a misunderstanding and leave. Let's hope nothing bad happens."


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The doorbell rings throughout the entire house. There's a possibility that no one is home, seeing that the driveway has no cars and all of the lights look to be turned off. Regret is already twisting in your stomach, telling you to leave all of this nonsense behind, but the decision is taken away when the front door opens, revealing the boy that your brother messaged only yesterday.

And, he looks exactly like the pictures. Brown eyes look you up and down, just before his lips pull into a perfect smile. Does he like what he sees?

Feeling uncomfortable under his stare, you clear your throat. "You're Oikawa Tooru, right?" You ask to be polite, even though he looks just like the profile your brother stumbled across.

"Yes," he says, holding back a laugh. She must be nervous, he thinks as he watches you play with your fingers. It's only proof that he's truly intimidating, to his opponents on the court and to the girls he happened to swoon. "And, you must be Y/n?"

Something about his squaring shoulders and smug grin makes you reconsider his intentions. "Yup."

"Well then," he takes a step to the side, "Come in."

Hesitantly, you step inside. He helps you settle, taking your jacket and being kind enough to put your shoes next to his on the rack.

"You have a nice home," you mutter, eyeing the hall and the living room at the other end. From what you can see, everything is neatly assembled and painfully quiet. No one else seems to be home.

Oikawa walks past you, feet leading him towards his room. "You should tell that to my father," his voice is quiet, hiding the disgust that just hit him. "It doesn't always look this clean. Trust me."

Sliding his bedroom door open, he beckons you with a hand. It's weird that you two recognize each other from school and yet, both of you find it fine to proceed without any negotiation or acknowledgement.

To Oikawa, this is just a hookup. Everything with you ends after tonight.

But to you, this is your first date. Everything is up in the air, and you don't know how to bring them down and form a conversation out of it.

When you step inside his room, you find a small desk, low to the ground with a monitor and keyboard. There's volleyball players running around the screen, the light exposing his minimally furnished room. Besides his desk, there's only a dresser, an open clothing rack, and his bed in the far corner.

"Any questions?" Oikawa asks as he closes the door behind him with a small thud.

You whip around, now sensing where the night is going. "I thought this was a date."

Oikawa chuckles, a vicious sound that hides his impatience. "What do you mean, date?" He has to take a deep breath before continuing. Last thing he needs is for you to back out of this. "We agreed to a one night stand. Remember?"

One night stand? Your brows furrow when the realization hits. "That's what ONS stands for."

"Yes, it is," Oikawa says in a 'duh' tone. Then, he realizes himself. "You've never hooked up with someone before. Have you?"

"That's a little personal to ask on the first date, isn't it?"

"Not a date," Oikawa quickly reminds you. "I don't need any strings being attached here."

It's hard to understand where his head is at, especially with his short replies. "Why are you doing this?"

Feeling himself grow irritated with all of your questions, he groans. "Recent breakup. Don't wanna get into the details."

"I see." you whisper, not knowing how to carry the conversation.

He wastes no more time, going straight for his bed and starting with his shirt. You slowly join him next to the mattress and watch his clothes meet the floor, one article after the other.

When he doesn't see you stripping, he freezes. "Something wrong?"

You swallow. "This will be my first time."

Oikawa sighs through his nose, his irritation teasing his patience even further. "I'll be gentle, then." After removing his pants, leaving his boxers riding low on his hips, he helps you with your own clothes.

You don't know what to do with yourself. No one has ever seen you naked before, let alone help you strip the clothes off your own body. Just the simple brush of his hands against your bare skin is enough to have your face heating up and your thighs pressing together.

When he's done, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grins at the sight of your body. "So," he has to force his eyes up, "We can't do anything until we give each other our consent, since this is strictly a physical thing."

Most people always picture their first times being romantic and with someone they trust. But the idea of something unexpected and secretive is hard to give up. If this was just going to stay between the two of you, then why not?

If he was going to use you, then you were going to use him in the exact same way. If his needs are going to be satisfied, then mine are, too.

And whether your decision is being influenced or not, you don't care. There's a sudden curiosity brewing within you, pushing you to go along with it β€” to finally experience what sex is like.

"I need to hear you say it," Oikawa reaches up slowly, cupping your cheek and stroking you with his thumb. "I'm ready. Are you?"

A one night stand, you remind yourself. After tonight, there will be no more Oikawa Tooru.

You press your cheek into his palm, look him in his eyes, and grin. "Yes, I'm ready."


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