P.D.A. || Closed for Makoto
Oikawa noticed a familiar figure in the library. Ofcourse, he couldn’t help but stalk Makoto sometimes even though his boyfriend didn’t like being bothered while studying. He chuckled and gently walked up to Makoto and placed a packet of curry bread and a bottle of orange juice on his desk. Oikawa muttered, “Studying hard, Mako-chan?” He teased, “It looks good on you.” The brunette sat in the chair next to Makoto’s and gently pecked his cheek.












