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Kidnapper, holding Oikawa hostage: Give us $10,000 and we'll give him back!
Oikawa, offended: You think I'm only worth $10,000?
Kidnapper: Wha-
Oikawa, snatching the megaphone: Give me that.
Oikawa: MAKE IT 1 BILLION!
Iwaizumi outside: OIKAWA SHUT THE FUCK UP.
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sassycheesecake · 3 months
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- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Shōyō Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, LEV HAIBA, Satori Tendō, SHŪGO MEIAN, KIYOOMI SAKUSA
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lowkeyremi · 4 months
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when your boyfriend atsumu meets your best friend oikawa it does NOT go well.
you would think their personalities are similar so they'd get a long.
but oh how wrong that was. their egos are both huge so it's like two male peacocks fighting for dominance.
"well they're MY best friend. i met them before you even did! also your dye job is horrendous." oikawa would say to tsumu and he's not even phased because everyone always has something to say about his hair.
"I don't wanna to hear anythin' from someone who didn't make it to nationals at all in high school!!" atsumu would bite back because he plays dirty.
"tsumu! why would you say that??" you're behind atsumu not trying to get into the argument but that was such a low blow you just had to say something.
oikawa would just laugh with venom in his tone, "i bet they didn't tell you I was their first kiss, huh?" oikawa's arms are crossed and he's smiling like a villain.
atsumu whips his head around to look at you, "baby is that true??" shit. there's that pout of his.
"well.. yeah but like we were just trying things out back then... uh it was before i even met you tsumu." you respond nervously.
"i'm so sorry ya had to kiss such 'n ugly person, baby." your eyes about pop out of your skull.
"atsumu stop! babe this is just-"
"they didn't seem to think i was too ugly because they leaned in for another kiss afterward and it turned into a hot make out sesh." the memories come flooding back into your brain of the time you had made out with your best friend.
atsumu is seeing red now, "shut yer trap! they're with me and they love my kisses wayyyy more than yers which is why we're dating and yer just the best friend."
rest assured iwaizumi had finally come back from the bathroom and split the two apart.
"quit it you knuckle heads!! you clearly have a type, why'd you have to go for the snotty obnoxious guys??" he asks you with a roll of his eyes. he's also in the middle of them to keep a fight from breaking out not that you think they'd get physical. both are capable of leaving someone mentally damaged.
"i have no clue iwa, but thank you. let's go atsumu, you're not getting out of this one. i'll call you later, toru!" you drag atsumu by his arm and he's muttering nonsense about hating oikawa.
a/n: i based this off of this :3
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saigethearies · 7 months
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osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.
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“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”
you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”
you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.
it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.
in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.
only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.
“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”
“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”
“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”
you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”
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“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”
hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.
having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.
“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”
sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.
“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.
“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“
“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.
“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.
atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?
his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.
okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!
“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”
atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.
“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.
“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.
“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“
movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.
“…why the hell is there a baby here?”
“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”
“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.
slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.
“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”
before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.
“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”
the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.
everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.
he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“
“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.
iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.
there was no way…
“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“
the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.
oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-
“since when did you have a kid?”
“tooru, this isn’t-“
“how could you keep this from me?”
“will you please just-“
“a whole child? when?”
“shittykawa just shut up-“
“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”
“-and listen to me for a second!”
oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.
the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”
“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”
“then who’s is she-“
“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”
“lesser setter?”
“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.
placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.
“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”
standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.
sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.
a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.
“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”
“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”
“or an owl!”
“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.
“but ki-“
“no.”
he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.
hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.
from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
okay, maybe babies were a little cute.
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Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write
Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.
Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.
Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.
Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.
Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.
Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.
Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.
Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.
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baguantte · 6 months
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oikawa and his love of volleyball
because it makes me emotional sometimes
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satantica · 4 months
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asking haikyu boys to send hot pics 18+
characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou
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kenm4vhs · 1 month
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i have a very special place in my heart for brazil oihina 🥺
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broresteia · 7 months
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some oikawas ive drawn recently
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cottonlemonade · 6 days
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Studying With Oikawa
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Your hands are laying entwined between you on the table.
As he scans the page for anything useful, your boyfriend begins to absentmindedly caress the back of your hand with his thumb, making you lose your place for the third time in a row.
Missing his right, he uses his teeth to uncap a marker and with great difficulties draws a scraggly line in his workbook.
“Would you maybe like your hand back?”, you ask, watching his struggles, amused.
He frowns theatrically and, tightening his previously loose grip, brings your fingers to his lips, then pulls you closer to him, so you’re locked in.
“Let go, you dork.”, you giggle.
“You know the price, y/n-chan.”, Oikawa says with his signature grin.
You give him a quick peck.
He lifts a brow.
You kiss him again, sweeter this time.
“Hm. Not quite.”
Another kiss, this one even longer.
“Almost there, I think.”
When you lean in now, he brushes the tip of his tongue against your lips.
“Very close.”, he mutters and deepens the kiss, cupping your cheek with the hand that’s still holding the marker.
“There you go.”, he winks when your chubby cheeks turn distinctly pink and lets you scoot back to your initial position - still not letting go of your hand though.
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kozukenbsf · 11 months
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low quality haikyuu is my therapy
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vampyirr · 1 year
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oikawas kinks
who’s next?
nsfw!
praise kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, marking, begging
praise kink
he definitely has a praise kink. he likes to be praised and likes to give praises. hearing you tell him how good he makes you feel and how he’s the only one that can really gets him going. he would like to make his partner feel special so he praises you every chance he gets. he wants you to feel loved and know he only loves you. if you ever feel insecure about something he will make you forget it and kiss you so soft and gentle and whisper sweet praises in your ear
corruption kink-
if your a virgin then goodluck. oikawa has a small thing for power. just knowing that he was your first for everything is something he will never forget. the first time he fingers you, he remembers the way you tried to hide in his chest from embarrassment. the first time he ate you out, he remembers the way you tried to close your legs around his head and the way your back arched. and he never forgets when he first fucked you. your cute moans and whimpers when he was only half way in. you desperately grabbing at his shoulders because it felt so good. how tight and wet you were is something he always remembers
breeding kink-
timeskip!oikawa would want to get you pregnant so bad. every where he goes he sees baby clothes and babies. he really wants one of his own. he was always good with takeru when he was little. he obviously doesn’t wear a condom and fucking you raw felt too good. your pussy hugging him so tight, the veins on his cock rubbing against you ever time he thrusts into you feels amazing. both of you never want to use a condom ever again. he cums so much, more then usual. the thought of him getting you pregnant is in his mind as he’s fucking you. he fills you to the brim and he fucks all of it back into you. he doesn’t stop until he physically can’t cum anymore
marking
oikawas very possessive of you. he doesn’t want anyone else to have you. he’s leaving marks where everyone can see them. he wants everyone to know your his. if your riding him, his head is buried in your neck leaving hickeys. if he’s eating you out, he’ll leave trails of hickeys down your stomach all the way to your pussy. he’ll leave love bites all over your thighs. even if it’s non sexual, he loves to give you hickeys. he definitely gives you heart shaped ones. if your laying down together he’ll trace the ones on your neck
begging
if oikawas feeling a little mean, hes making you beg. he’s making you get on your knees infront of him and beg him while he’s stroking his cock. seeing you so desperate for him, turns him on so much. he has a big ego so he really likes it. he doesn’t let you cum unless you beg for it. if he’s feeling extra mean he doesn’t let you cum at all
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sassycheesecake · 2 months
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You being angry at your boyfriend: "You have no idea what I am capable of!"
Your boyfriend: "Don’t take it personally but I feel like I am being threatened by a cupcake."
- MIYA TWINS, Kiyoomi Sakusa, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, SATORU GOJO, Tobio Kageyama, TŌRU OIKAWA, Rintarō Suna, SHŪGO MEIAN, OSAMU DAZAI, CHŌSŌ KAMO (and add whichever character comes to your mind)❤️
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sereiiinnn · 9 months
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Oikawa Tooru - conductor 🎶✨
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mavrintarou · 1 year
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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [1]
I know someone asked for my old Oikawa work - I need to find them first lol and for sure edit them. But here's my first Oikawa story on my new account, enjoy!
Warning: None (yet); slight angst about Oikawa's situation and what he did in the past to Y/n;
Second part
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Oikawa Toru was exhausted. He has been exhausted for the past six months.
The baby nestled against his chest made it all worthwhile.
His son, Oikawa Toran Mateo.
The relocation from Argentina to Japan posed challenges for both father and son; now, it was simply a matter of settling in.  
Mateo was having difficulty at night, and Toru couldn’t understand what was wrong. Then, when bedtime arrived, Mateo would cry incessantly, eventually wearing himself out until he fell asleep, utterly exhausted.
Until a miracle happened on day three of their new life in Japan.
Toru didn’t make a single sound as he continued to rock Mateo against his chest, the baby was silent, but his eyes were slowly drooping close.
This was all due to their only neighbor next door, who either blasted deafening piano music to muffle his son’s cries or happened to have a piano positioned against the shared wall, providing them with a live concert.
Initially, he suspected it might be a recording. Still, whenever the piano ceased playing, Mateo would stir and start whimpering, prompting the piano to resume and soothing the baby to sleep.
That’s when Toru realized his neighbor was attentively listening.
He felt guilty that his son’s relentless crying would unknowingly disturb the neighbor next door. However, it never occurred to him that the sound could travel through walls.
Meanwhile, Toru found peace in listening; it was when he discerned the neighbor was playing their rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
Several minutes later, Mateo peacefully drifted into a deep slumber against his father’s chest, and Toru let out a profound sigh, gently swaying back and forth. In that moment, he made a firm resolution to express his gratitude to the neighbor whenever the opportunity came.
The tune continued and put Mateo to sleep and lulled Toru to sleep.
Just going to close my eyes briefly, he thought as he gently laid down on the bed and shifted his son in his arm.
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Three weeks later, Toru hasn’t gotten the opportunity to head next door to meet his neighbor.
Ever since that night, his neighbor would spend hours playing the piano every evening when Toru attempted to take Mateo to bed. But, remarkably, Mateo adored it. The melodic tunes would instantly soothe him, gradually lulling him into a peaceful slumber.
Whatever it was, it proved to be the sole remedy for his son.
However, one particular night, the absence of the piano’s melody left Mateo restless and irritable. In a desperate attempt to recreate the soothing effect, Toru resorted to playing classic piano pieces he hastily found on YouTube, but they failed to satisfy Mateo’s needs.
Growing frustrated and feeling helpless, Toru was on the brink of allowing his son to cry himself to sleep when a gentle miracle, the soft piano notes began resonating through the walls. Instantly, Mateo’s cries subsided, and Toru lay awake, basking in the comforting melody.
Toru is convinced his neighbor is a gift from God.
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His mother would stop by every day to help with his son while Toru organized transferring his items from Argentina to Japan.
“Can you stay with Teo while I pick up dinner, mom?”
She hummed, shooing him away.
Toru is grateful to his mother for her unwavering love for his son, despite her initial disappointment upon learning about this accidental pregnancy with his ex-girlfriend from Argentina.
Although his relationship with his ex-girlfriend was long gone and relegated to the past, every day served as a reminder that it was just him and his son, which was more than enough.
The elevator chimes rang out, and within moments, the door slid open, unveiling a petite woman who leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. Immersed in her own world, she appeared lost in the music flowing through the electronic devices plugged into her ears.
She took a step forward without opening her eyes, and it wasn’t the second step when they opened, and she stopped, startled by another person waiting outside the elevator.
Toru found himself somewhat amused, assuming the woman hadn’t noticed his presence until the very last moment. However, as he took a closer look, his eyebrow raised in curiosity, and suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition, realizing who she was.  
“Y/n?” He smiled brightly, “are you – are you my neighbor?”
There were only two units on the 25th floor; if he occupied one, she must be the other occupant.
Now…
It all made sense.
A few nights ago, he talked to Mateo as they enjoyed their nightly routine of waiting for their nice neighbor.
“Any second now,” Toru coos at Mateo, who is excited and waiting.
As the keys of the piano resonated with the melody, Toru yearned for a way to create a window connecting to their units, allowing the enchanting piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.
And so they can greet their neighbor.
Nonetheless, it was still clear enough.
Mateo flapped his chubby arms excitedly and began blowing bubbles. Toru smiles at his son lovingly until his ears finally listen to the piece played tonight, which differs from the other nights.
The smile on his face faded, and his attention sharpened as he focused his ears intently. The familiarity of the piece struck a cord within him. He had heard it before and knew it well.
Y/n…
That was it!
That was Y/n’s piece she always played for him when he would study at her house!
He never got the chance to ask her for the name.
How long has it been since he last seen her?
Over ten years?
The sweet girl who stutter all her life.
The sweet girl was often self-conscience about speaking, going silent to avoid being teased. Finally, however, she discovered her voice in a different form, expressing herself eloquently through the keys of her piano.
The sweet girl who was expected to become a future pianist.
The sweet girl would play the piano for him so he could focus and study.
The sweet girl who had a crush on him during Aoba Josei’s days.
The sweet girl whom he took advantage of to get his grades up so he could graduate on time.
The sweet girl he took a bet on to see if he could make her fall for him.
His last memory of her was saying he was sorry for being caught.
And she only smiled and walked away.
“To… Toru?” She stuttered; eyes still filled with shock.
Toru gives her a soft smile, “hey, yeah, it’s me…”
The door began to close when they both reached out to stop it from closing. Y/n quickly hops out of the elevator.
“You’re… you live there?” she pointed to his door, “you… you have a ba – baby?”
“I… yes, I live there, and I do… it’s just my son, and I thought…” he wasn’t sure why he had to explain himself, but he did anyway. “Are you… living by yourself there?”
She nodded, taking off her earbuds. “I – I should get… going… it is ni – nice to see yo – you again.”
Toru stopped her, grabbing her elbow but quickly releasing his grip when he realized his action. “Sorry, I… I’m happy to run into you again. I’m really thankful for you…” he searched her eyes, “my son, Mateo, and I are thankful to you every night for playing for us – “
“I don’t play for you.” She said clearly, and Toru flinched at her tone. She spoke so clearly that he was shocked.
“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his head, “we are still grateful… it helps my son sleep….” He smiled, “I should get going; it is nice running into you.”
Y/n nodded again, giving him a small smile before disappearing into her unit.
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Ever since uncovering the identity of his neighbor, Toru couldn’t shake off the lingering ache in his heart.
Following their most recent encounter, Toru had expected his neighbor to refrain from playing the piano. However, to his surprise, she continued playing beautiful melodies.
He was an asshole years ago and was genuinely sorry for hurting her.
He wanted to atone for what he did to her and make it right.
He wanted to see her again.
And he did.
She was waiting for the elevator first when Toru and Mateo returned home from a walk. She didn’t notice them until Mateo began to fuss in the stroller, and she looked over, and her eyes met Toru’s before they shifted to Mateo.
“Hey.” Toru greeted, picking Mateo up from his stroller, which immediately calmed down when he was in his father’s arms. “This is Mateo.”
He could see her expression soften as she hesitated but stepped forward to look at the baby closer. “Hi… Mateo.”
It only took one interaction and one look for the baby to be smitten. Mateo squirmed and smiled brightly, burying his face into his father’s chest as if he was shy all of a sudden. He lifted his head as soon as Y/n stepped back and just blinked.
“How old is he?” She asked quietly.
Toru shifts his grip on his son, “he’s six months turning seven months next week.”
Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on the baby. “He – he is very cute, looks just like you.”
“Thanks, Y/n.”
The door to the elevator opened, and she gestured for Toru to go in first.
The elevator ride was silent, with Mateo constantly staring in Y/n direction while suckling his pacifier.
“Thank you.” Toru uttered out of the blue, “for playing every night…”
Y/n doesn’t respond but smiles at Mateo, reaching to wiggle her fingers at the baby.
Mateo grabs her fingers in a tight death grip and then leans toward her as if he wants her to hold him. Unfortunately, Y/n had no choice as he leaned over suddenly, and she plucked him from his father’s arm.
“Uh, I guess he likes – “
The elevator abruptly stopped, causing Y/n and Mateo to stumble, but Toru caught them both. His arms wrapped securely around him as he regained their balance. The lights turned off briefly before the dim emergency lights turned on.
Mateo spat out his pacifier and began to whimper.
“Oh! It’s okay; it’s okay.” Y/n cooed, gently rocking the baby. She looked at Toru, who was looking at his phone and dialing for help.
A voice over the intercom immediately announced, “we deeply apologize – the construction next door has caused a power outage within the vicinity. We are working diligently to restore power and immediately send assistance your way.”
Toru and Y/n locked eyes, their silence speaking volumes as they exchanged a shared sigh.
Toru knelt and began to fumble with the basket attached to the stroller.
“What are you looking for?” Y/n asked.
He stopped to look up at her, “just checking to see how much formula Mateo has left; not sure how long we’ll be stuck in the elevator.”
Speaking of the baby, Y/n looked down and discovered the baby was fast asleep against her chest. She wraps his blanket around him before shifting him into her arms.
“You’re really… good with kids…” Toru remembers when Y/n would play with his nephew Takeru when she would come over to help him study. Takeru found liking in Y/n and would ask about her whereabouts whenever he saw his uncle. “Do… you want me to take him? I can put him back in the stroller?”
Y/n shook her head, “not if we don’t know how secure this elevator is; it’s best to hold him for now.” She carefully shifted, passing the slumbering baby back into his father’s waiting arms. Almost instantly, as if sensing the change, Mateo started to wiggle and emit soft whimpers.
As Toru struggled to console his son, the situation seemed to escalate. Finally, Y/n extended a gentle hand, reaching over to tenderly retrieve the baby while soothingly cooing and whispering sweet words. Mateo’s distress dissipated almost instantly, and he surrendered again to sleep. His tiny, chubby hand tightly clenched onto Y/n’s shirt, finding solace in her presence.
Toru believed he knew his son, having been there for him since birth. Yet, it became evident that Y/n, a stranger to his son, possessed a unique ability to provide peace and comfort that surpassed Toru’s efforts.
It wasn’t jealousy he felt but warmth.
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E/n: nothing edited (as always). This might be another roller coaster...
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How He Reacts to Other Men Hitting on You
 Seijoh
 Oikawa
  He’s stepped away for a second. He hasn’t even been away for a full minute yet. But in the same fashion that you get no peace when his fans are around, he gets no peace in any other setting with you. He looks over to where he left you at the bar to find his seat occupied by another man, who by the looks of it was laying in on pretty thick. It wasn’t hard to see you leaning away the closer this man got to you. Oikawa quickly ends the conversation, and heads back to you. The closer he gets the more he can hear the shitty pickup lines coming from this man. 
 “So are you here with someone?”
 Just as you’re about to answer you feel an arm around your shoulder. You look up to see your handsome boyfriend giving this stranger his best smile. 
 “Hello darling, who is this?” There is venom in his words. “My girlfriend has the habit of making friends wherever she goes.” 
 The stranger looks taken aback, and excuses himself shortly after. Oikawa doesn’t leave your side again that night. 
Iwazumi
He’s convinced you to come to the gym with him to keep him company. He’s now fully regretting asking you as he watches a man approach you at the water fountain. He talks to you just a little too long for Iwa’s tastes. He likes to lie to himself and say he’s not the jealous type, but you know better. Especially now that you see him coming up behind the man who has been taking up your time. 
 “Oh! This is my boyfriend!” You tell the other man as Iwa approaches. “Maybe you could talk to him about a good place to start on your weightlifting!”
 Iwa glares down at the new man, very obviously scaring him. The man lets out an awkward laugh and suddenly remembers he had to be anywhere else. Iwa decides that's enough of the gym for the day and takes you home. He wont answer you when you ask what's wrong but you don’t complain since he hasn’t stopped cuddling you.
Hanamaki
  Man is panicking. He saw the guy approach you while you were shopping. He had stopped to look at something a few feet away, and now someone had swooped in on you. He stands there just staring at the two of you for a moment. Wondering if that was a real laugh or a fake one you had just given the stranger. It's not until you look at him making a face and rolling your eyes that he approaches. 
 “Hey baby, are you ready to go?” He approaches. 
 He throws a casual arm over your shoulder like he wasn’t just picturing you dumping him for this guy after a 5 minute conversation. He looks this guy up and down before greeting him like a friend all while holding your hand. 
Matsukawa
 You’re at a house party with him grabbing a drink when this random man approaches you. You make polite conversation trying to cut it short once you grab the drinks and head back to your boyfriend who is just lazing about on the couch. The man that was talking doesn’t seem to know how to read social cues or is just blatantly ignoring them follows you. He's still talking and you try to stay polite answering with a tight smile. You hand a drink to your friend and boyfriend before trying to take a seat still aware of the guy behind you. Before you can walk to your seat you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look back at the man in horror.
 “Hey man don’t touch my girlfriend,” You look over at your boyfriend who is still lounging with a chill expression. 
 “This is your girlfriend?”
 “Yeah man and I don’t want to repeat myself so take your hand off her yeah?” His expression doesn’t change. “Come here baby.”
 You walk over to where he is and he pulls you down to sit in his lap. He doesn’t let you leave his side again that night. 
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