#ch: oikawa toru

[pearlsephoni]

Hold On, Love, Chapter 2: Owe You One

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: this chapter Oihina (Oikawa/Hinata), endgame Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata), mentioned Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Toru Oikawa

Word Count: 4,409

Summary: Feeling stranded on the other side of the world, Shoyo finds an anchor - and something else - in an unexpected reunion.

A/N: Thank you once again to Andie (@fireheartaw) for beta-reading! 💖 This is the steamy chapter! Nothing is super explicit, but if you want to avoid the worst of it, it starts at "The next thing he knew" and ends at "Well, well, chibi-chan." Further author’s notes can be read on AO3. 

The loneliness didn’t come immediately. His first week in Rio de Janeiro was filled to the brim with moving into his new apartment, and finding a food delivery job, and learning a new language and culture, and struggling through beach volleyball, and trying to keep in touch with everyone back home.

But when it came, it was breathtaking. It found him curled up and shaking in the corner of his room, nearly biting through his lip trying not to let his sobs escape him. His phone was the only light in the room, mocking him with the photo of his third year teammates and closest friends…friends he’d left behind for a leap of faith that now felt more like a leap off a cliff.

He’d never felt loneliness like this before. He’d been lonely, sure — he could still remember his middle school days of bouncing around a volleyball by himself, the shouts and cheers from the other sports teams’ practices echoing around him. But even then, he’d been surrounded by friends and classmates who liked him. And while he’d been unwelcome at the first year training camp, he’d known how to befriend most of those guys.

This was different. It finally hit him that he was alone in a new country, where he could barely speak the language and didn’t know anyone except an old friend of a coach he didn’t know all that well. His roommate didn’t seem to like him, he couldn’t seem to figure out the city, he was making a mess out of his food delivery job, and he’d lost his wallet.

Even volleyball was difficult. He’d had a year of training on the beach in Japan before he even set foot on the plane to Brazil, but it still made him struggle in a way he hadn’t felt since his first year of high school. That, on top of everything else he’d had to figure out in Rio, made anxiety press hard against his throat.

So there he was, crouched in the corner of his room, staring at his phone, everything in him wanting to call Kageyama. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the setter would be able to offer any advice, or even any comforting words.

And that was assuming he’d even pick up. They’d promised to see each other again standing on the same stage, but more than that, Shoyo couldn’t stop remembering how hurt Kageyama had looked the last time he saw him…when he broke both of their hearts. Every time he thought he’d finally moved on, the memory pricked at him, as persistent as a splinter.

But that just meant he’d have to work even harder while he was here. He’d make sure the next two years were worth everything he’d left behind for the chance at a future in this sport.

With two shouts from the bottom of his lungs, Shoyo pulled himself back together and left the apartment. On his way out, he offered an apologetic smile to Pedro, whose wide eyes immediately dodged back to his phone. Even if Shoyo could explain himself, he wasn’t sure Pedro would care enough to listen. Oh, well.

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In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised to run into Oikawa. The setter had a funny way of finding Shoyo when he needed a push to properly level up. It was true in high school, when his uncanny ability to pick apart a team in a few plays crushed the freak quick and made Shoyo push Kageyama into developing a new one. And it was true now, here on the beaches of Rio de Janeiro.

But where before Oikawa had inspired Shoyo with how good he was at volleyball, now he was inspiring him with how bad he was on the beach. For the first time since his move, Shoyo found himself laughing real belly deep laughs, laughs that made his cheeks sore and his abs ache, as he watched Oikawa flub his serves and stumble into the sand.

“This isn’t volleyball!” Oikawa shrieked at one point from his hands and knees. His normally-coiffed hair was now a mess of brown waves, and sand mingled with the stubble along his jaw. “This is something else entirely!!”

Of course, it was volleyball, and that meant Oikawa was endlessly determined to not only figure it out, but get good at it. And the most frustrating part was that he did, almost criminally quickly. By the end of their second day playing together, he was already hitting serves that would’ve looked at home in an indoor court, and tossing sets that were scarily easy to hit.

At least he wasn’t the only one improving. Sure, Shoyo had a year’s head start on him, but that didn’t change the unmistakable glint of admiration that he’d caught in those sharp brown eyes. More than that, it was clear that Oikawa was genuinely enjoying playing with him, something high school-Shoyo never would’ve imagined would be possible.

“I can see how beach volleyball would improve your playing indoors,” Oikawa admitted over dinner, “especially if you’re keeping your indoor-playing fresh.”

“I wouldn’t have moved across the world if I wasn’t certain it’d be worth it!” Shoyo laughed.

“Mm…your simple-minded flightiness in high school would suggest otherwise.”

“You only saw me in my first year,” Shoyo scoffed, “and I have grown up since we last played each other.” His smile faltered at the gleam in Oikawa’s eyes and the smirk curving his lips.

“Oh, I know. So have I.”

A warmth crept through Shoyo that he couldn’t completely pin on their spicy dinner, but he ignored it, certain that he was misreading the intent behind those words.

That certainty wavered with every beer they shared after dinner. And worse than that, Shoyo found himself hoping that he hadn’t misread Oikawa. Maybe he really was watching a little too closely when Shoyo licked the beer foam off his upper lip. Maybe the setter wanted his eyes to trace the curve of his back when he stretched indulgently after they paid for their drinks.

And then, as they stepped outside, Oikawa murmured, “You missed a spot,” and reached out, and gently wiped a last bit of foam from Shoyo’s lip. And with that, he wiped away the last of Shoyo’s doubts.

“What is this, a shoujo manga?” Shoyo asked anyway, surprising himself with how breathless he sounded. He didn’t move away, just let his breath brush over Oikawa’s thumb where it rested on the corner of his lips.

Oikawa’s eyes widened just a bit as he correctly read Shoyo’s acceptance, and his lips curved ever so slightly, before he murmured, “Romance wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

There was a pulse of heat in Shoyo, slow in its path through his body. In high school, he’d been distantly aware of Oikawa’s charm and the fangirls it had earned him, but that’d always been secondary to his cleverness on the volleyball court. And besides, Shoyo had been a bit more drawn to Kageyama’s blunt and earnest honesty.

But now, here in Rio de Janeiro, years and an entire world away from high school, Shoyo was finally experiencing the full brunt of Oikawa’s allure. And it was devastating. It was all he could do to breathe, “Good.”

There wasn’t any way to know who had leaned towards whom. There was only a moment of them staring at each other, Oikawa’s thumb tracing the light path along the bottom of Shoyo’s lip, and then, in the blink of an eye, their lips were hungrily parting against each other’s.

Of course he’s good at this, Shoyo thought with a despair that was quickly burned away by the mounting heat. “Where do you want to go?” he gasped between kisses, before moaning from Oikawa’s teeth tugging gently at his lip.

“D’you have a roommate?”

“Yeah, but he's with his family for a few days.”

“Then yours?”

“Sure.”

The next thing he knew, he was pressing Oikawa against his front door the moment it closed behind them, hungrily kissing down his neck while clever fingers stole under Shoyo’s shirt. Somehow they made it into his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their midst, until Shoyo could push Oikawa to the bed and climb over his naked body.

He pressed lips and hands to every bit of skin he could reach, and Oikawa gave as good as he got, gave really good, so good that Shoyo could barely get the air to gasp “yes!” and “like that, fuck!” The only thing that saved his pride was the sound of Oikawa unraveling just as quickly, muffling high moans in the curve of Shoyo’s neck.

It was hasty, fast, as though they wanted to finish before either of them could change their mind. And it was the hottest thing Shoyo had done in a long time. His hands skimmed sweaty skin while Oikawa took both of their lengths in a firm, slick grip, and before Shoyo knew it, he was moaning his release into Oikawa’s mouth and feeling fingers press bruises into his hip as Oikawa groaned soon after.

The quiet of his room was broken only by their gasps, inhaling the heady scent of sweat and sex as they caught their breath. Shoyo nearly fell off of the bed trying to reach the tissues next to his bed before the mess on their bodies dried, and he only managed to grab a few thanks to Oikawa’s grip on his waist.

He’d never…done casual sex before, and part of him had assumed there would be some awkwardness afterwards. But when he looked into Oikawa’s eyes after wiping their bodies clean, he only saw drowsy satisfaction. No regret, no misplaced bashfulness, just a glimmer in his gaze and a small smirk that made him look like a cat that got the cream. It made Shoyo duck his head for another kiss as soon as he’d tossed the dirty tissues at his trash can, relishing the hum of approval vibrating against his lips.

“Well, well, chibi-chan,” Oikawa said with a small laugh when Shoyo pulled away. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Hello pot, I’m kettle.”

That pulled a louder laugh from Oikawa. “Alright, that’s fair.” He used his hold on Shoyo’s waist to pull him to the bed, though Shoyo ended up half on top of him because of how small his bed was.

“Um,” Shoyo started once he was settled on the thin sheets, “so…now what?”

This time, Shoyo could feel as much as hear Oikawa’s laugh as it jostled him where he was laying on Oikawa’s chest. “Still not one to beat around the bush, hm?” He fell silent for a moment, his fingers tracing mindless patterns into Shoyo’s back, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded a little less light-hearted. “Well, like I said before, romance isn’t something I’m looking for right now. And even if it were, I can guarantee it shouldn’t be with you.”

“I'm not good enough for the Great King?” Shoyo’s teasing words were punctuated with a yelp from the light pinch of Oikawa’s fingers at his waist.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Oikawa sniffed. “You’ve already got enough on your plate with this move. And while I’m deeply flattered that you’re attracted to me, I know for a fact you’re not interested in me romantically.”

“Well…no.”

“My thoughts exactly. Let’s just…call this an itch that needs to be scratched. We can have our fun while I’m here, and then we can just go back to our normal, platonic lives.”

It wasn’t an arrangement Shoyo had ever had before. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would never catch feelings for Oikawa, no matter how abrupt and intense their physical attraction to each other was. “And this won’t make things awkward between us?”

“Me? Make things awkward? Perish the thought.”

A scoff huffed out of Shoyo, though he was grateful for the joke. It helped pop the bubble of unease that had been slowly growing inside him — Oikawa must’ve sensed it from his words. Typical for the Great King. “Then…okay! Let’s give it a try.”

The smile Oikawa flashed was full of relief, and for some reason, that sparked a nosy curiosity in Shoyo. “Wait…you gave me reasons why I shouldn’t date. But what about you?”

Oikawa’s smile turned a little sardonic. “Well, for one thing, I’m not in the habit of dating people who are still in love with someone else.”

Shoyo’s heart dropped just as Oikawa’s smile became a small, knowing smirk. It made him feel caught, and that made his temper threaten to flare up. “How— I’m not— it isn’t—”

“Do spare me, chibi-chan. It took you all of five minutes to let Tobio-chan know we ran into each other, and another five minutes at dinner before you asked if I’ve watched his matches. And the way you talked about him any time he came up…well. It wasn’t hard to guess.”

Heat rushed to Shoyo’s face, but he couldn’t even be mad. He felt like he’d stumbled into some sort of trap, like Oikawa knew something he didn’t. Maybe that was why he felt his throat tighten up, why he rolled onto his back (as well as he could in the tight quarters) and kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him.

Was he still in love with Kageyama? It had been well over a year since they’d last seen each other, when he’d taken the hardest steps in his life away from the person who embodied all of his goals and aspirations and dreams. They’d spoken a few times since then, but the text conversations always dwindled, and the rare phone calls were short and stilted and awkward — Shoyo had observed, with bittersweet fondness blooming in his chest, that Kageyama still hadn’t learned how to talk on the phone like a normal human.

In a way, it was almost a relief — it proved to Shoyo that he was right to end, or at least put a pause on, things. Spare texts and stilted phone calls did not a long-distance romance make. But he also knew, on some level, that maybe they could’ve figured things out. It was impossible to ignore the elephant in the room whenever they talked, the lingering feelings of love and yearning and hurt that weighed down every word they exchanged. If that wasn’t there…if they could be honest about their feelings instead of instinctively hiding them from each other…

“It’s okay to miss him.”

The quiet words jerked Shoyo out of his thoughts, and he looked up to find Oikawa also staring at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes, one arm bent behind his head. “Huh?”

“Tobio-chan.” The mocking tone he used to say his name was still there, but it didn’t have any of the bite that Shoyo was used to hearing. It was as though it entered Oikawa’s voice out of habit, and nothing else. “I still don’t know what you saw in him, but he was your first love, right? That sort of thing always takes a while to go away.”

“Talking from experience?”

“Mm…that obvious?”

“You don’t give very good advice outside of volleyball, Oikawa-san.”

Oikawa’s eyes narrowed at the same time that a soft huff escaped him. “So rude, chibi-chan. Is that how you got Tobio-chan wrapped around your finger?”

It wasn’t the first time Oikawa had mentioned Shoyo having some sort of hold over Kageyama, but Shoyo was still surprised by the idea. Was that what their relationship had looked like from the outside? All that time that Shoyo had been running to keep up with Kageyama, that hadn’t been in his head. Kageyama was a genius. Everyone said so.

But if he stopped to think about it — and he really, really didn’t want to, he already knew what he’d find — he would remember the way Kageyama had worked tirelessly on a new toss that would work specifically for him, the way he would use that toss to set for him on instinct if the team was backed into the corner, and the number of winning points they’d scored from that. He would remember how Kageyama’s eyes had widened and his face had gone slack with shock the first time Shoyo had shouted, “I’m here!”, and the sound of his voice when he returned, “With me, you’re invincible.”

And it went beyond the court, too: it was the shared buns, the walks home, Kageyama burying his face in Shoyo’s shoulder when he was especially exhausted, Kageyama holding him when he needed to receive support instead of giving it, Kageyama cupping his face and kissing him with a tenderness Shoyo never would have thought was possible from him.

Oikawa was right, Shoyo realized with a twist of his stomach: he was still in love with Kageyama. And Kageyama had loved him right back, had taken his adoration and molded it into something new to give back to him. Shoyo had told him he’d be back, that he would come home to him, but…he’d seen the articles lauding his debut season in V.League. He knew Kageyama’s good looks and stoic demeanor (at least, on the court) had earned him a number of fans, and even earned some new fans for volleyball as a whole. He knew they would stand on the same stage again, and reach the world stage together, but for now…it was impossible to ignore how far ahead Kageyama had already gone.

“Maybe I did once,” he eventually murmured, “but not anymore, I don’t think.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. If he’d started seeing someone new, I’m sure I would’ve heard about it against my will. But the only excitement in his life must be happening on the volleyball court, because I’ve been blissfully Tobio-free.” Oikawa shifted until he could hold himself up on one elbow and look down at Shoyo with the same focus that had started everything. “And I would really,” he ducked to press a kiss to Shoyo’s lips, pulling a surprised moan from him, “really like to stay Tobio-free this week.”

“Yes, sir,” Shoyo laughed a little breathlessly.

That earned him another kiss, before Oikawa moved to sit at the edge of the bed and stretched like a cat with a satisfied hum. “Well, that’s enough heart-to-heart for one night, and I do need to get back to my hotel.”

Shoyo watched him get dressed for an indulgent moment before he followed suit. He could feel Oikawa’s eyes on him when he bent to pull his shorts on, making electricity prickle through him. That electric feeling ran through him as he led the way to the door, and made him stop Oikawa with a hand on the back of his neck to pull him down into one last lingering kiss. “See you tomorrow?” he asked when he pulled away, grinning at the slow way Oikawa’s eyes opened.

“Mm…of course. I’m not leaving this country before I figure out how to serve against the damn wind.”

Shoyo couldn’t stop laughing as he closed the door behind Oikawa. While he showered and went to bed, he was surprised by the calm satisfaction settling in his body. It made him feel both more fluid and more grounded, and when he drifted to sleep, it was the most restful sleep he’d had since moving to Rio.

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Shoyo’s routine didn’t change much during that week, but it did…shift.

He worked. He trained. He took part in whatever tournaments he could. He bounced between indoor and beach volleyball, trying to level up in both settings.

The changes came at night. Usually, Shoyo would show up at the beach and hop into any game that happened to be taking place. But now, Oikawa would join him on the sand, even if he’d had a full day of practice games. Every night, they would face off against Gabriel and Gino, and after a game, they would settle whatever wager they had agreed upon (never mind the fact that Shoyo and Oikawa found themselves paying up the majority of nights).

And then, no matter how full and sleepy and mildly buzzed he was, Shoyo would find himself pulling Oikawa’s lips to his, and feeling Oikawa’s fingers dip under his shirt, and letting his hips rock into the hard line trapped in Oikawa’s pants. Every night of Oikawa’s visit to Rio ended with them gasping into each other’s skin and moaning against each other’s lips. Usually they fell into bed, but sometimes they couldn’t even make it that far, and other times they had the presence of mind to wash the sand and sweat off before pressing each other’s clean bodies into the sheets and getting sweaty all over again.

“Do you think you’d ever come back to play in Japan?” Shoyo asked one night, his words a little muffled by the pillow he was laying on. They had ended up in Oikawa’s hotel room, which meant a bed big enough for them to lay side-by-side without being on top of each other. “I know you’re based in Argentina, but you could probably break into the international leagues.”

“‘Probably’? You wound me, chibi-chan.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Oikawa sniffed, but Shoyo knew his following silence meant he was actually thinking over the question. “Probably not,” he finally murmured. His face was solemn as he stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight slipping in through the curtains softening all his edges until he looked positively ethereal. “At least, not for a while. Japan will always be home, but the world has more to offer me before I make my way back.” He looked over at Shoyo with a wry grin. “There’s much less of a chance of my having to set for Ushiwaka if I stay out of Japan, too.”

A surprised laugh burst out of Shoyo. “You’re kidding.”

“Am I?”

“But Ushiwaka is planning on entering the international leagues soon, isn’t he?”

“Avoiding entire countries can be surprisingly easy.”

“Oikawa-san!”

Oikawa finally broke into giggles, and Shoyo pressed his own face into his pillow to try and stifle the laughs shaking out of him. It took…too long for them to eventually calm down.

“Are you set on going back?” Oikawa asked once he had his breath back.

“Yeah. That was always the plan: two years of beach volleyball in Brazil, then back to Japan to show off everything I’ve learned and improved. I’m gonna get onto the best team, with the best setters, so I can play against the best opponents.”

“Including Tobio-chan?”

Shoyo felt his cheeks flush. If he were any better at lying, he might have considered acting coy, but he knew it was pointless, especially with Oikawa. “…Especially him.”

Oikawa hummed, the note holding no judgment. “You’ll get there. I hate to admit it, but you’ve already improved a scary amount in the time I’ve been here. I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when you go back.”

“You can see it for yourself when we play against each other!”

“Already planning on facing me on the world stage? Aren’t we a bit hasty?” But the smile on Oikawa’s lips betrayed his own eagerness at the idea, and eventually he conceded, “…I’ll look forward to it.”

Shoyo’s cheeks ached from how wide his smile was. There was a moment of content, sleepy silence, before he murmured, “And you?”

“Hm?”

“Will you be playing for anyone?”

Oikawa turned his head to stare at Shoyo, his eyes searching and the lines of his neck strong and tempting in the silvery light. “Myself,” he eventually answered, “and my old team.”

“Including Iwaizumi-san?” Shoyo asked, a soft echo of Oikawa’s question before.

The sharp edge of Oikawa’s gaze faded away as a soft huff of laughter left his nose. “…Especially him,” he conceded in his own echo. “Aren’t you a perceptive one?”

“I have to be. You never give me any straight answers.”

Oikawa could only stare at him for a stunned beat, before he rolled on top of Shoyo, pinning him to the bed and sinking gentle nips along his shoulder. “Someone,” he grumbled against Shoyo’s skin, barely audible over his shouts of laughter, “needs to teach you some manners!”

They didn’t get much more talking done that night.

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When he thought back over his time in Rio, Shoyo would call that week the first really good week he’d had since moving. He’d be more hard-pressed to admit that it was thanks to Oikawa showing up, but the truth was there, tangible in the reluctance between them as he walked beside Oikawa, who was carrying a fully-packed backpack and suitcase. He hadn’t felt like such of a fish out of water, started feeling more comfortable in his new routine, and with Oikawa there, it felt like he had both a piece of home and a partner in learning.

He could see some of his own reluctance in Oikawa’s eyes, even as they exchanged a final few pleasantries. And then, in a one-two punch, Oikawa finally uttered, “Shoyo-kun,” and promised, “I’m going to beat everyone there.”

It felt familiar, and less like a goodbye than a “see you later.” It made a wide smile stretch across Shoyo’s face, even as Oikawa griped, “That includes you, y’know. Look more scared.” But there was a smile growing across that pretty face as they said their last goodbyes and he walked away.

Shoyo stood on that corner and watched Oikawa until he disappeared into the city’s bustle. His eyes traced his strong silhouette, his broad shoulders and strong arms and calloused hands, all proof of his devotion to volleyball and victory. And he felt a new fire spark in his own hands, a fire that seemed to heat up the handlebars of his bike as he hurried to finish his delivery work.

He didn’t return to the routine he’d had before Oikawa’s visit, not quite. The routine he stepped into was focused, and deliberate, and let him feel his work settling into his body like freshly-carved clay.

And at the end of the summer, when he watched Kageyama play at the Olympics on a display TV, so close and yet so far, Shoyo didn’t feel the pang of longing that he’d expected. The yearning was there, of course it was, but it was small next to the pride and determination he felt as he watched his destined rival land another service ace.

“I’ll be there before you know it,” he breathed with a smile.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 !

⇢ oikawa toru x f! reader x iwaizumi Hajime 

⇢ soundtrack. this love by taylor swift

⇢ tags. summer romance, childhood friends to lovers.

⇢ taglist. open - send an ask 

synopsis. some summers are just prettier than others. summers were spent chasing behind your older brother and his friends, begging to be included in their “big boys only” activities. but the summer before your senior year of high school, you were gone to your grandparents’ before makki, oikawa, iwaizumi, and matsukawa could return from college. now that you’re finally back, what will you do when the boys you’ve chased after your entire childhood suddenly looks at you like you’re not just their best friend’s little sister?

a/n. it’s here, it’s finally here! heavily inspired by the series, “the summer it turned pretty” by jenny han. this was one of my favorites growing up and in honor of it finally being adapted into a television series, here is my own take with my favorites from haikyuu. 

ʚɞ PROLOGUE

CH.1 - ALL GROWN UP 

preview. one year away from you and you’ve grown up so much that Oikawa Toru and Iwaizumi Hajime is having a hard time taking their eyes off of you. “you’re makki’s little sister. you’re only makki’s little sister” they repeat in their head. now if only their hearts would believe it too. 

CH. 2 - MY HANDSOME PRINCE (oikawa’s POV) 

preview. growing up, you called oikawa your prince and you made him promise to marry you one day. it was a joke. but now that you seemed to have your mind on someone else, oikawa suddenly wanted to make good on that promise.  

CH.3 - SIT ON MY LAP (iwaizumi’s POV) 

preview. on the rare days you were actually allowed to tag along on their activities, iwaizumi hajime’s lap was your special seat. and now in an overcrowded car, he automatically pulled you down to himself. only when he caught whiff of your unfamiliar perfume, spotted the glossy lips, and felt the grown weight of you did he realize everything has changed and that makki’s adorable little sister were...well, not so little anymore.

CH.4 - THE MIYAGI SUMMER

preview. now that you’re finally 18, your brother reluctantly agreed to let you tag along to the annual Miyagi bonfire. you meet an old acquaintance from elementary school who has not only gotten taller but cuter as well. if only your brother’s friends would stop being so overprotective, you might just get a shot at the summer romance you’ve always wanted. 

CH.5 - TBA 

#—edited&approved #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!! #Oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime

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✧ ✦ ✧ masterlist ✧ ✦ ✧

🍑 NSFW // explicit sex scenes, 18+ themes 🌸 SFW // nothing explicit, maybe hinted at things 💔 angst // hurt-comfort // dark(er) themes

for  any  additional  information  please  read  the  warnings  at  the beginning  of  each  story !!

━•❃•❀•❃•━ G E N S H I N  ━•❃•❀•❃•━

💌 a r a t a k i   i t t o 

- just friends? (🌸)    ➟ you and itto have a sex relationship, nothing more, nothing less. however, when you tell him you want to break it off, things don’t go as planned.

- just friends? - the incident (🍑)   ➟ the prehistory to “just friends?”. how did you and itto even become friends with benefits in the first place?

- you’re mine (💔)    ➟ itto saw you talking to another man and something inside of him snapped. as if his inner oni went wild, he grabbed you and dragged you inside your house where he marked you as his once again.

- love like this (🌸) ➟ after a rough, but satisfying session of love making, you pamper the oni before it’s time to hit the sack.

💌 k a m i s a t o   a y a t o 

- thinking of you (🍑)  ➟  ayato has been thinking about you all day long – in a not so innocent way. and now that you’re finally alone in his office, he can’t hold back anymore, even at the risk of getting caught.

━•❃•❀•❃•━ H A I K Y U U ! ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 o i k a w a   t o r u

- love me, not him (🌸)    ➟ iwaizumi likes you, oikawa likes you too and you like oikawa back, but things aren’t as easy as they seem. especially when the captain tries his best to hide his feelings and instead support his best friend. toru promised him after all…

- the sweet taste of chocolate (🌸)    ➟ oikawa and valentine’s day means fangirls, love letters and presents galore. but all toru wants is a valentine’s present from only one girl – you.

- frustrated (🍑)   ➟  you come home from work, frustrated and angry. but fret not, your boyfriend Oikawa Toru is there to help you get rid of your stress and let off some steam.

- with you by my side (🌸)  ➟  An abandoned, marked Omega with a child finally fell in love again. But it’s not as easy as it sounded. As if Tooru could ever believe you would want someone as broken and used as him.

💌 k u r o o   t e t s u r o u

- desire (🌸): ch. I // ch. 2   ➟ your sexual preferences were something you had never told anyone. not after that one time your, now ex-boyfriend, called you a crazy, perverted bitch when you had the courage to tell him. so, for all the relationships that came after, you had swallowed your desires to dominate your man. safe to say, your relationships never lasted long. until you met kuroo. and for the first time, you couldn’t hold back and as hard as you tried, it all spilled out eventually.  

💌 m i y a   a t s u m u 

- lost on you (🍑🌸):  ch. I // ch. II  // ch. III  // ch. IV // ch. V // ch. VI // ch. VII // ch. VIII // ch. IX // ch. X // ch. XI // ch. XII // ch. XIII // ch. XIV // ch. XV // ch.XVI // ch.XVII  ➟  you were neighbors since birth and friends since kindergarten; you, osamu and atsumu had known each other for a long time. however, as years passed, you realized the immense crush you had on the younger twin. while you lived by their sides, your one-sided crush on osamu never let you look any other way than his. thus, you failed to notice a longing gaze on you. but it all changed when, one day in university, you found out that osamu had a girlfriend. with your heart shattered, atsumu stole the chance to “console” you properly to hopefully get you to finally notice him. 

💌 t e r u s h i m a   y u j i 

- first love (🌸) ➟  in high school, you had a huuuge crush on him. though, after you confessed, he rejected you. eight long years you tried to forget him just for terushima to appear again in your life. one smile was enough, and it all came back again.

💌 p o l y   r e l a t i o n s h i p

- (Bokuto / Kuroo) cat and owl (🍑)  ➟ bokuto came home to you and kuroo cuddling without him – a tragedy indeed. but you make it up to him.

━•❃•❀•❃•━  S K 8 ∞ ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 n a n j o   k o j i r o   /   j o e 

- into you (🌸)  ➟ kojiro and you had met in middle school. that’s when you started crushing on him. then, one incident later, you weren’t talking to each other anymore. eight years later, you finally meet again. will you both be finally honest about your true feelings? 

━•❃•❀•❃•━ B N H A ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 t o d o r o k i   s h o t o 

- spring snow (🌸)   ➟ you have an ice quirk and are an alpha. hence why, after a little bit of back and forth between your mother and the todorokis, rei gave in and shoto met you. no one would have thought you would click so well right off the bat. and just like that, your story started on a hot summer day.

💌  b a k u g o u   k a t s u k i 

- a different side (🌸)  ➟ drunk bakugou has always been different. this time as well, katsuki’s friends have a blast teasing the drunk hero.

━•❃•❀•❃•━ H O R I M I Y A ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 y a n a g i   a k a n e

- morning grouch (🌸)  ➟  you and akane were only dating for a few weeks. that’s why, when you called him one morning and you heard your usual polite boyfriend so pissed off and rude… it shocked you!

💌 m i y a m u r a  i z u m i

- heart on my sleeve (🌸) ➟  you met him in a park when he saved you from an obtrusive stranger. when you found out the pretty boy you just met lived in the same apartment complex and you’d go to the same high school together, you thought it was the start of your perfect high school romance.

- about first times (🍑) ➟  request: “Hey, okay? I don’t know if you accept requests…. if so, could you write something for Miyamura, where the reader is jealous of him with Hori? (If you can write some hot stuff too… )Thanks!!”

- chaos (💔🌸) ➟   After an already atrocious day at work, you come home, exhausted and on the verge of tears. When another tiny inconvenience happened at home, it set you off so bad, you had a meltdown. However, the moment your boyfriend recoiled, ready to get slapped, you abruptly stopped, wondering... What the hell?!

━•❃•❀•❃•━ Z E L D A ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 l i n k 

- after hero hours (🍑) ➟  submissive link gets dominated by his girlfriend 

━•❃•❀•❃•━ A L L  O U T ! ! ━•❃•❀•❃•━  

💌 s e k i z a n  t a k u y a

- sweet (🌸) ➟  about sekizan’s sweet tooth

#masterlist #bunny-eats-fox masterlist

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Happy birthday to this dork!! I am still crying over his character arc, this kid went and told everyone he was gonna beat them and he fricken went and did it. He saw Argentina play and said that’s gonna be me and he made his dream a reality. I am so proud of him!!!

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ch21

masterlist

- first of all…. FUCK IWA 🤬🤬🤬🤬🗣🗣🗣🗣

-second of all…. oikawa my beloved

-cries not the “please toru”

-YASSSS GET HIS ASS OIKAWA!!!!!!

-god oikawa calling iwa a little boy supremacy

-ruh roh

-i actually really like this ch but only bc of oikawa going off on iwa <3

-9 chs left!!!

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Oikawa x reader ch. 6

Oikawa jumped, spiking the ball in a vicious set across the net towards Matsuwaka, who grunted as he tried to receive. The volleyball spun to the left, hitting the wall and bouncing off, out of bounds. 

“Great set!” I yelled, pumping my fists. Oikawa grinned widely, giving me a thumbs up. To most people watching the practice, the serve would have looked almost exactly the same as any other one. But I knew that there was a slight variation in the spin on the ball, making it much harder to receive, and giving the setter a lot more control over the direction the ball went. I had been helping Oikawa practice it for over a week, tossing him balls and cheering him on. It had taken a lot of frustration and whining, but the hard work was finally paying off. 

Iwaizumi jogged up to me from the court, and I passed him a water bottle, which he took gratefully. 

“How’s it going?” I asked, surveying the ace. 

He shrugged. “Good. I think our offense has really been improving.” I looked up at him, analyzing his expression. “Iwa, are you ok?” The wing spiker looked momentarily surprised, and he awkwardly rubbed his neck. “Uh, yeah. I just have some stuff going at home right now, so I haven’t been as focused as I would like.” 

I stood up, eyebrows lowering in concern. “If you want to talk about it, or you need help in any way, I’m here ok?”

Iwaizumi nodded, giving me a small smile. “Thank Y/n-chan.” Abruptly I reached out and hugged him tightly, feeling his muscles flex as he returned my hug a bit awkwardly. 

“Hey!” Oikawa strode towards us, an odd look on his face. As I dropped my arms from around Iwa, the setter stopped in front of us. “Why don’t you ever give me hugs, Y/n-chan?” 

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off, hoping my blush wasn’t showing on my cheeks. “Maybe you don’t deserve them.”

“You’re so mean!” He cried, and I bumped him with my hip. 

“Both of you, get back to practice.” 

“Oikawa!” I looked up to see a group of three girls standing in the stands above the court, waving at our setter frantically. I crossed my arms in annoyance, rolling my eyes as they all swooned when he waved back with a fake smile. I had realized very early on that Oikawa’s fangirls were one of the most annoying issues I ever had to deal with. They seemed to show up everywhere, wanting pictures or confessing their love at the worst moments. 

The rest of the team hated them too, but they were used to the high pitched shrieks at this point and didn’t pay much attention. I, on the other hand, could barely resist marching up to the stands and sending all the dumb girls to detention on the grounds of disrupting official practice times. I had no idea how Oikawa dealt with it all the time. 

The girls were still there after practice, and they intercepted Oikawa outside of the gym as Iwa and I walked with him to the student parking lot. 

“Hi Oikawa-san!” One of the girls stepped forward, smiling prettily. “Do you have a second?” 

I glanced at Iwaizumi who shrugged, and we continued walking, leaving Oikawa to deal with the girls. As we left, I heard him laugh at something the girl had said, and my heart stuttered. 

This was why I refused to like him. He was ridiculous, a player, and completely out of my league. There was no way he would ever look at me like that, even if he did flirt a lot. Oikawa was someone who flirted with everything that moved, so I didn’t exactly count myself as special. 

Iwaizumi and I had to wait only a few minutes before Oikawa caught up with us, a goofy grin on his face. 

“Score, I got that girls number. She was pretty cute, huh?” 

I pretended to look at my phone and didn’t answer. 

   ✨✨✨✨

My first practice game as Seijoh’s manager was going well. We were playing against Shinzen high school, another academy in the Miyagi prefecture. They were decent, but not good enough to match up against us. Still, practicing against an actual other team had major benefits for us. 

I cheered wildly as Watari picked up an excellent receive, and Oikawa set the ball to Shido, who slammed it over the net before the Shinzen players could stop it. They were doing so good. Was it possible that this year, we could actually go up against Shiritorizawa? 

But then I froze, eyes focusing on Oikawa--or more specifically, his knee. I watched as the setter positioned himself, a slight limp in his step. His lips were flat, forehead wrinkled from pain. Had he re injured himself? “Coach, we have to call a timeout,” I said, quickly turning to him. “I think Oikawa injured himself again.”

I bit my lip nervously as the whistle was blown, my eyes carefully scanning our setter as he made his way towards the bench. He was definitely limping. 

“Oikawa, how’s your knee feeling?” Coach Nobuteru asked, surveying the boy. 

“I’m totally fine, coach. There was no need to call a timeout.” 

I stepped forward, glaring at the captain. “Walk normal, right now.” 

Oikawa blinked in surprise but did what I said, taking a few awkward steps. The second he put weight on his right knee, his jaw clenched and pain rippled across his features. 

I pointed an accusing finger at him. “Why didn’t you say you were in so much pain? Pushing yourself will only make it worse!”

“I’m fine--” 

“No, Y/n-san is right. You need to get your knee looked at right away.” Coach Nobuteru agreed with me. “You’ve played enough in this game. Y/n, why don’t you get him fixed up?” 

Oikawa looked frustrated, but he followed me out of the gym in the direction of the nurse.  

“How did you know it was hurting?” He asked me, voice slightly strained. 

“You were limping. And I could also tell from your expression.” 

“I--” He stopped, letting out a low grunt and I stopped walking. 

“Oikawa? Are you ok?” I asked, fear flooding me. 

“Y-yeah I’m good. Just hurts.” 

I bit my lip, glancing at the building far in the distance. It would be a long, painful walk if I didn’t help. “Put your arm around me, I’ll help support your weight.”

Oikawa opened his mouth as if to protest, but I slid my arm around his waist before he could. After a moment, he relaxed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and taking his weight off his right leg. He was heavier than I expected, but I straightened my back and gritted my teeth, starting to slowly walk in the direction of the medical center. 

“Why didn’t you tell us your knee was hurt this badly?” I said, turning my head to look at him. 

“I just...I didn’t want to let my team down.” He looked away from me, avoiding my eyes. 

“Oikawa.” We approached the medical building, but I paused, staring at him. “You’re the best team captain and server Aoba Johsai could ask for. You can be smug, annoying, and competitive,” He let out a noise of protest at this, but I plowed on. “But you also care so much. You’re hardworking, and sweet, and smart, and the entire team knows that you’re doing beyond your best. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself.” 

Oikawa stared at me for a long moment, his cheeks slightly tinted pink at the praise, and I cleared my throat. God, had I come off too strong? Did he think I liked him now? 

I looked away quickly. “We should get a nurse to look at you.” 

He opened his mouth to speak, but I led him inside before he could say anything. 

The woman at the front desk jumped to her feet as Oikawa and I staggered in, calling for help and quickly coming over to Oikawa’s other side to help support him. 

“What happened?” She asked, and I gave her a quick rundown of the game and the setter’s past knee injury. 

“He must have re-damaged it again during the game.”

The woman helped Oikawa and I into one of the back rooms, where some medical supplies were laid out. 

“I’ll go and get one of the nurses. It may take a little while, so you both can get comfortable.” 

I nodded and thanked her, helping Oikawa into one of the chairs and kneeling by his feet. 

“We should straighten out your leg,” I murmured, examining Oikawa’s knee. I had worked as a volleyball manager for almost three years now, so I knew the base information of knee injuries. Oikawa’s was particularly bad. “This is going to hurt.” 

The captain of Aoba Johsai grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly as I used my other hand to ease his leg out into a straight position. He let out a short groan, and his head flopped forward, forehead resting against my shoulder. His smell wrapped around me, somehow clean despite the sweat from the game mixed in, and I had to remind myself that he was OFF LIMITS. 

I couldn’t resist slowly touching his hair, petting his head while he rested against my shoulder. 

“Y/n-chan, “ he whispered. “God, I--”

He stopped, and I let out a low breath. “Toru, everything will be ok. Your knee will get better, and we’ll continue to train, and you’ll beat Shiritorizawa and go to the spring nationals. Got it?” 

He lifted his head up and looked at me, only an inch away. “Got it, new girl. I trust you.” He smiled, and I felt my cheeks flame. 

Damn him. 

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

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Making a Home Ch.3

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuse

Not from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

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The twin's gazes dashed around the room, eyes wide and soaking up everything around them. Their grips on each other's hands tightened for a moment before they relaxed, Osamu tilting his head up to stare at Shinsuke.

"What..." He chewed his lip and pulled the fox closer, nearly dislodging the flower on its head. "What's a... weddin' bo-... boutique?"

"Well, it's a shop that sells things for weddings. Both western and Japanese in my case." Shinsuke said softly, stepping out a little further to show them the shop better. "Most shops only sell dresses but we do a lot more here. That is where our tailor makes sure the clothes fit, you can make a wedding registry- a list of gifts you want- over there. We have a card station so you can choose your designs for invitations."

Shinsuke pointed each station out in the wide room, explaining it to the rapt attention of Osamu and the bored looking Atsumu. He led them in, around a set of tuxedos and male kimonos, careful not to move too fast and overwhelm them.

Sugawara was already in one of the mirrored corners, carefully arranging some fake flowers that came from between the mirrors. He glanced up and saw them in the reflection, eyes widening and Shinsuke watched him try to stifle a squeal. Instead he ducked back down, shifting the ottoman chairs instead to curve around the mirror and disappearing into one of the changing rooms.

On the opposite corner, Akaashi was already sitting down, a large ink brush in his hand that was gliding down the page, either a commission or a wedding order. Behind him a large wall of different card stock hid him from the gaze of the average window shopper. He didn't glance up at the sound of Shinsuke talking, probably already zoned out until either his phone alarm rang or someone touched him.

In between the two stations, the wall curved in leading to a decent sized office with two desks. Books of dress designs and venues littered three bookshelves and a wall of ribbons and flower designs rose up at the back. Many customers liked to use their own wedding planner, but Shinsuke had to admit having his own on site made it a lot easier when dealing with customers who tried to do it all without help.

On the other wall there was another mirrored corner, with a shelf coming out of the wall with all of Sugawara and Shirofuku's materials for tailoring. Under the window to the right was the register, currently covered in multiple packages labeled Castle Bakery. Against the wall to the left, wedding dresses and kimonos were posed on mannequins and bridesmaid outfits were on racks.

In the final corner was where Azumane designed and sewed together specialty outfits. Shinsuke could just barely see him hunched over the tail end of a pale peach dress, carefully slipping a needle in and out of beads and the dress. Fabric was already pulled out and laying across his table and two other mannequins.

"You do all of this?" Osamu said when they finished the tour, eyeing the Castle Bakery boxes as Shinsuke came to a stop beside the register.

"I manage it all, and help Azumane design and create dresses. Each place has someone who takes care of it though. So it makes it a lot easier." Shinsuke explained, cracking open one of the boxes that had his name on it. Two muffins sat in the middle with a note attached to the top of the box followed by the ingredient list for each box.

Shinji made these this morning. Don't worry, we watched him. DON'T LET TORU HAVE THE ONES WITH PEANUT BUTTER~ Takahiro

Shinsuke chuckled softly, carefully lifting the two chocolate chip muffins out and offering them to the boys.

"These are fresh from the bakery across the street, are you still hungry or would you like to wait till later?" Predictably, both boys reached for them. Atsumu held his for a minute, frowning at it and reached out to stop Osamu from shoving it in his mouth. His eyes glanced up to Shinsuke then back down, repeating a few more times before Shinsuke intervened.

"Is something wrong Atsumu?"

"What's... in these?" He said hesitantly, eyes down on the ground to keep from looking disrespectful. "I-I just mean, Osamu's allergic to lotsa stuff and he... I..." Atsumu's mouth moved inaudibly, trying to keep calm and Shinsuke wondered how many times Osamu had been fed things he was allergic to by unwitting or uncaring foster parents.

"It's alright. I read Osamu's allergy list last night and this doesn't have anything dangerous to him in it. Would you like to read the list yourself?" Shinsuke asked, peeling the list off for his box and offering it to Atsumu when he nervously nodded. In a fashion that would make allergic-to-peanuts-Oikawa proud, Osamu inhaled the muffin despite his brother's protests, grinning when Atsumu passed the list back agreeing that it was safe to eat.

Atsumu peeled the wrapper off his muffin, carefully nibbling until Osamu reached for it. Atsumu responded by shoving the entire thing in his mouth, chewing and swallowing faster than Shinsuke thought was possible for a child and nearly giving him a heart attack. Atsumu didn't look any worse for wear though, sticking his tongue out at Osamu a moment later.

"Do you want to be introduced to the others who are here then? We can drop off their muffins and then head to the store." Shinsuke asked a moment later, lifting up the boxes and checking the names. Shirofuku's was nearly three times as heavy as the others and Shinsuke had to admit it was amusing that the bakery knew his tailor so well.

The twins looked around, Atsumu looking bored again but he still didn't say anything as his brother nodded. Osamu paused after a moment though, glancing at his brother and then Shinsuke.

"Are you sure it's not a bother?" He asked, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean… You said it was okay… But… I just… I mean… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… please… We can do whatever you want Kita-san… I-I… I don’t… I don’t mean to be rude… ”

Shinsuke crouched next to him, eyes softening with worry. The six year old looked seconds from a complete meltdown, jumping when his brother’s hand clamped down on his wrist. Osamu’s breath quickened and his eyes rolled with fear.

“Osamu?” Atsumu asked, confusion clear on his face and quickly buried beneath panic as Osamu yanked out of his grip. His hands curled into his chest like he was trying to hide them from sight.

“Osamu, just breathe.” Shinsuke said softly, carefully waving Atsumu a few steps away. “It’s alright, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re not in trouble I promise…. Breathe in for seven seconds…. Now breathe out for eight, you can do it… There you go, great job Osamu, now again…”

Shinsuke talked him through it, relaxing as the boy’s breathing started to slow. His head was still pulled in like he was waiting to be struck, but his hands finally relaxed from their curled position. He glanced up at Shinsuke, then back at the ground, tears slowly leaking out of his eyes.

“Osa-” Atsumu said, startling when his brother jumped again. He reached out for him, but Osamu just shied away, fingers starting to clench again.

Atsumu’s face twisted with panic, his own breath coming out harsher as he started to slip into a panicked state as well. Shinsuke had to assume Atsumu had never seen his brother have an anxiety attack before and was terrified at the idea that he was scaring his brother. Shinsuke was going to have to cut that off as soon as possible or else neither of the two would be okay for hours.

“Atsumu?” Shinsuke murmured softly, turning his gaze to Atsumu’s scared one. “Your brother had an anxiety attack, sometimes when it happens people don’t want to be touched. He’ll be just fine though, I promise. Why don’t we head back to the house, okay?”

“N-no!” Osamu shouted, then flinched. His hands instinctively moving to cover his face, he shook slightly as he lowered them again, not looking at either of them. “Y-you… wanted us to m-meet them. I’m sorry…. I won’t… I won’t be a bother… I’m sorry.”

“Osamu.” Shinsuke said slowly, watching Osamu cling to the stuffed animal. “You are not a bother, I promise. You’re not in trouble either. Remember when I said sometimes you get tired of people and you need to rest? We can rest now Osamu, it isn’t a bother at all. I promise, your feelings are more important than meeting a few more people.”

Osamu buried his face into the fox’s fur, a harsh breath racking through him. Shinsuke wondered how often he teetered on the edge of panic and worry, how often his brain would work too fast and drive his anxiety up until his small body couldn’t contain it anymore. And how often had he been punished for it.

“It’s alright now, we can go calm down for a bit and have some lunch when you’re ready.”

“What…” Osamu’s voice was breathy, nervous and embarrassed, “What about… shopping? Y-You wanted to…”

“We can still go shopping later if you’d like, but you being okay is more important Osamu.” Shinsuke smiled softly when Osamu’s eyes peeked over the top of the fox’s head. “Let’s head back inside and we can talk after we nap for a bit, alright? The store won’t go anywhere. You and Atsumu can think about all the toys you want to look at and new clothes you want to try on.”

Shinsuke stood back up, waving his hand at Atsumu to motion him to start heading back towards the door to the house. Shinsuke barely caught a glimpse of a worried looking Koushi before he was slipping away again before he could accidentally startle either of the children.

Osamu lagged behind, eyes still darting around the rooms like he was waiting for his punishment. Even Atsumu was quiet as he walked, constantly looking back to make sure Osamu was okay and trying to slow down to match his pace though Osamu only stepped away from him, clinging onto the small stuffed fox in his arms.

“Atsumu,” Shinsuke tried to call him but was ignored. There was a flash of annoyance before he let it go, after all Atsumu didn’t really understand what was going on. He just saw his brother suffering.

Shinsuke took a few more steps until they were beside the male mannequins again, opening the door and leading the two to the next door. He opened it, waiting for them to pass him before he stepped into his house.

“Osamu,” Shinsuke called this time, watching the flinch before Osamu’s head lifted to try and meet his gaze unsteadily. “Do you want to stay with Atsumu or would you like to lay down for a bit?”

There was a pause, one that seemed to immediately set Atsumu on edge, before Osamu reached out and shakily took his brother’s hand. The nod was small, barely noticeable but enough for Atsumu to relax slightly. Their hands squeezed each other, trying to pull any sense of comfort from one another.

“Alright…” Shinsuke hesitated, not quite sure what would be the next step. On one hand, he didn’t want Osamu to feel pressured to stay in his room but on the other Kita didn’t want him to get worse-

A tug on his shirt caught his attention and he looked down, blinking softly at Atsumu’s doe eyes staring up at him. Atsumu tugged again, pulling Shinsuke down to his level and leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Do you have any movies?” He whispered, glancing at his brother as Osamu shifted from foot to foot. “When Osamu has nightmares they help…. Maybe… they can help now too?”

“That’s a great idea, thank you Atsumu,” Shinsuke said softly, watching Osamu perk up slightly, “you two can go sit on the couch while I see what movies I have.”

It took a moment, Osamu still looking hesitant before Atsumu tugged him along. Worried eyes glanced back at him more than once but Shinsuke just nodded until Osamu was comfortably on the couch, leaning his weight on his brother.

Shinsuke turned and made his way to the back office, pulling open the first drawer on his left to look at all the random things Akagi had left at his house. Shinsuke himself wasn’t a big movie watcher, he owned three and he wasn’t sure any of them qualified as kid-friendly as they were all documentaries. However, Akagi considered that a travesty and had a habit of leaving movies and books around that he wanted Shinsuke to look at.

After nearly two minutes of pulling things out, Shinsuke’s hand finally landed on a case. He pulled it out, eyes catching on Studio Ghibli. The front of the case itself was a cute, gentle animation of a small human fish child. He turned it over, reading the back before deciding it would work. He didn’t know much about Studio Ghibli but he did know Oikawa and Sawamura had both bought movies out of the collection for their own children.

Shinsuke returned to the living room, not surprised to see Osamu still curled around his fox, his brother leaning as close to him as he could. They both glanced up as he entered and he dipped his head slightly in greeting, moving to the tv and pressing the on button before moving to turn on the dusty DVD player Akagi had wired in for him. He placed the movie in and sat back, watching it flicker to life.

He grabbed for the remote, barely remembering how to use it. It was different from his old one, instead of a long strip it curved almost in two, with two sticks that Shinsuke was certain moved. For longer than he wanted to admit, he stared blankly at the device until he heard Atsumu’s voice.

“Are… you okay Kita-san?” He asked slowly, shrinking away slightly when Shinsuke turned to look at him. Shinsuke held up the remote in explanation.

“Remember when I told you that I was very boring? That includes not knowing how to use one of these. Do you know?” Shinsuke asked, offering the remote over.

Atsumu took it, looking it over with Osamu before they both grabbed it and pressed one of the sticks. The screen clicked as it moved over from a blue background to a picture of a DVD, Shinsuke watched with interest as they hit another button. The movie went black for a second before fading into an animated scene. They pressed another and music started to filter through the room quietly.

Shinsuke waved for them to keep the remote, moving to grab the blanket on the couch and laying it over Atsumu’s lap who quickly moved it to cover him and his brother.

“I’m going to be over here and make lunch in a few, let me know if you need anything okay boys?” Shinsuke said softly, only getting minute nods as they stared into the screen already enraptured. He watched them for a moment longer, taking in the hiccups in Osamu’s breathing as he tried not to cry and Atsumu’s aggressive fussing as he tucked the blanket as tightly around his brother as he could.

Quietly, Shinsuke moved to the back office again. He grabbed a notebook and a pen, hesitating before snagging a few more movies from the pile he had uncovered. The boys would be bored over the next few days while Shinsuke got them signed up for the closest school and they waited for the weekend to end, this would help stave off some boredom atleast.

He sat on the armchair when he returned, only nodding his head when they looked up at him. Osamu’s cheeks were shining with a few tears that had fallen but his eyes were dry and his breathing was even. A wave of relief washed over Shinsuke as he pulled his gaze away from the two and started to scratch out the characters for their names on the notebook.

He looked at Osamu’s name, glancing up at the child for a moment before starting to write.

Osamu was sweet, naturally inquisitive and playful. He enjoyed his comfort items more than Atsumu seemed to but he wasn’t completely helpless. However, he was a lot more naturally shy than his brother and prefered the background position his brother allowed him to play. He struggled with letting his own emotions be known and feared being punished for them.

He was going to need a much softer hand to nurture him into someone who could stand up for himself. While being attached to his brother wasn’t an issue right now, they would have to be monitored to make sure it didn’t shift into unhealthy codependency. Though Shinsuke wasn’t particularly worried about that right now, Atsumu was protective but Osamu had made it clear he was able to say what he wanted.

Atsumu though, was a little tougher to write about. He hadn’t shown much of his own nature beyond being protective of his brother. He seemed to keep it locked away, eyes only on his brother and any threat that could arise. He was fierce, ready to fight the world for his right to stand up. If anyone was going to get unhealthily attached, Shinsuke would put his bets on Atsumu.

Atsumu hadn’t shown many interests outside of his brother and it worried Shinsuke, even with the snow he hadn’t cared until Osamu had commented on it. He didn’t care much about the shop, unlike Osamu who had been endlessly fascinated by everything. Even now, watching the show, Atsumu was only half watching. His head turned to eye Shinsuke and their gaze met for a moment before he was looking away again.

Hopefully with the start of school on Monday, Atsumu would be able to branch out for himself. Shinsuke wanted to help him break out of the cycle of being Osamu’s unspoken parent and guardian. It would never go completely away, but Atsumu had endless potential he could unlock if he looked into what he wanted instead of how to protect Osamu. Shinsuke wanted to watch both of them flourish, not just Osamu

Shinsuke scratched out the last character, humming softly to the song coming from the tv as he looked over his notes. They weren’t complete, he couldn’t know the boys in one day but it was a step towards finding them a good home. The more information he knew about what the twins needed and how they acted, the better he could assess potential parents and let them know exactly what the boys needed in their life.

Shinsuke looked up again, taking in Osamu’s completely enraptured look on the tv and Atsumu’s fidgeting feet. Atsumu’s gaze wasn’t on the tv again, instead it was caught on the clock above it. Each click was copied by a flick of Atsumu’s fingers against the bottom of the blanket. His eyes roved over the room again, picking through items before landing on the tv as Osamu gasped at whatever was on the screen.

Shinsuke paused as the doorbell rang, watching the boys both look at him immediately. A mix of apprehension and curiosity was scrawled across their face as they watched Shinsuke put the notebook down and make his way to the door.

Shinsuke knew Oomimi had said he would be visiting later with the boys’ files, but he expected a text before anything. No one else would be dropping by without calling first.

A quick peek through the window made Shinsuke sigh as he recognized the wild hair. He pulled the door open and looked up at the grinning face of Akagi with disappointment.

“Hey sexy, where are the little ones?” Akagi winked, before holding up a packet of papers in explanation. “ ‘Mimi got called in to a meeting so I said I would bring this over to you because I want to meet my new nephews.”

“Akagi, I didn’t adopt them.” Shinsuke said slowly as he opened the door, glancing at the twin faces peeking over the back of the couch curiously.

“Doesn’t matter, they’re my new nephews!” He grinned, wiggling his arm and the plastic bag rustled on his elbow. “I brought presents. Heya! Didja tell your brother about me?”

Both boys had perked up at the word present but they shrank down again when they realized they were being looked at. Atsumu looked at his brother before shaking his head.

“I didn’t…. Fox-kun.” He said, wincing slightly as Akagi’s name escaped him. Akagi burst into laughter, stepping into the house to let Shinsuke close the door.

“Close enough, Atsumu-kun. Just call me Michinari or Ojisan. Osamu, I’m Michinari, I helped bring you guys home last night and brought over that little Ruppell’s fox that you’re holding.” Akagi greeted, smiling brightly at him even as Osamu shrank down. Osamu’s gray eyes looked to the fox before slowly pulling it free of the blanket and holding it out for Akagi.

“Oh no, honey, it’s yours. I brought them over for you. They’re yours forever.” Akagi explained, nodding when Osamu’s eyes widened in disbelief. Osamu immediately turned and stuffed it back between himself and his brother, eyes shining as he looked at his brother.

Atsumu looked a little hesitant but he was quickly relaxing again as Akagi moved to steal Shinsuke’s chair. The ex-libero pulled open his bag, pulling out objects of different sizes. He waved a case at Shinsuke with a bright smile.

“I’m glad you got the playstation to work, I was starting to think I bought you that for nothing.”

“That’s what it’s called? And I thought you bought it so you could play it when you stayed over.” Shinsuke said dryly, taking the case he was being offered with a frown. Ark: Survival Evolved, it said.

“This looks inappropriate for children.” Shinsuke could see the twins looking at the game with excitement obvious in their eyes. His heart softened at the hopeful looks, had they ever even had video games before? They probably had to deal with other kids using it against them too.

“I mean, you capture and train dinosaurs, you can change the settings to creative so they don’t have to actually kill anyone but it’s fine, really. I also got Minecraft and Spyro which are super family friendly, but I mean, It’s dinosaurs Shinsuke-kun. Just play with them?” Akagi asked, eyes fluttering slightly as he looked up at Shinsuke. Shinsuke pressed his lips together as he thought it over before he turned to look at the boys.

Osamu was nearly on top of his brother’s back as they leaned closer, eyes on Shinsuke. Hope and excitement glittered in them as the end credits of the movie played, they both gave identical smiles, excitement making them seem to shake with excitement. Osamu’s cheeks were still a little wet and he wasn’t getting as close as Atsumu was but he was branching out, even if it was nonverbally. It was a start that Shinsuke couldn’t ignore.

“Oh… Oh alright, if I can sit with you then they can play this game. But if it’s too violent then you can only play the other two, okay boys?” Shinsuke asked and all three of them let out a cheer. Shinsuke could have sworn Akagi was the loudest of the bunch, his own mind feeling incredibly lucky to have the three of them here.

“I’m going to start lunch then, can I trust you two to keep Akagi from breaking anything?” Shinsuke asked, fighting back a smile at Akagi’s offended shout.

The twins burst into giggles, nodding and sitting back down so they could pat the couch and offer up the Playstation remote. Akagi whined, grumbling as he made his way over with the three games held out for the boys to look at. Atsumu waited until Osamu had grabbed one to look at before taking the other two for himself, they leaned together, looking them over with hushed whispers and soft gasps of awe.

Akagi turned, giving Shinsuke a soft smile.

“I’ll keep an eye on them, go on. They’ll still be here when you get back, you dad.” Akagi teased, turning back to Osamu’s bubbly questions.

Shinsuke gave them one last look, trying to push down the affection rising up. He was a foster parent, he wasn’t looking to adopt right now. Especially not when he was alone and would be raising them by himself.

He paused in the kitchen, listening to Akagi’s dramatic storytelling and sighed. Scratch that, he wouldn’t be raising them alone, he had a family it was just a little different.

#HQ #Haikyuu!! #Haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #Miya Osamu #Kita Shinsuke #Inarizaki #Fanfiction #Making a home AU

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Oikawa x reader ch. 7

Longer chapter today, sorry! I just couldn’t stop writing this scene 😫

“Y/n, come on!” Kindaichi jabbed me in the side. 

“Ow!” I said, punching him. “I don’t want to go!”

“But it’s tradition,” Hanamaki said, coming up on my other side. 

I groaned. The idea of going to a mall arcade with 12 teenage boys and me as the only female might have been appealing to some girls, but not to me. When Kindaichi had asked if I was going yesterday after the practice game, I had almost immediately said no. But apparently, it was Seijoh’s tradition to go out and celebrate after every practice game we won. 

“Come on Iwa, tell her!” 

I glanced up to see Oikawa and Iwaizumi approaching, Oikawa’s knee was in a brace, but he wasn’t limping as badly as yesterday. The doctors had apparently given him a good amount of pain medication, but I hoped he wasn’t pushing himself too hard. I knew that despite my words yesterday, he still was disappointed in himself for not finishing up the game, but that wasn’t an excuse to keep hurting himself. 

“Tell her what?” Oikawa stopped in front of us, a hand on his hip. 

Yahaba smacked me across the head lightly as he spoke. “We’re trying to get her to come to the arcade with us.”

I rubbed my head, glaring. “And I told you, I have no interest in spending the afternoon with losers like the Aoba Johsai volleyball club.” I grinned wickedly, and Oikawa placed an offended hand on his chest. 

“Who else would you spend the afternoon with? Karasuno?”

I rolled my eyes, but I was suddenly getting accusatory glares from all the boys. 

In truth, I actually had been planning on hanging out with Karasuno, but there was no way I was admitting that. “How long are we going to be out?” I asked in a resigned tone. 

“A few hours, usually.” Iwaizumi said with a pitying look. “We usually go at 12--” 

“You can ride with me!” Oikawa interrupted, throwing an arm around me. I shrugged him off and raised my eyebrows. 

“Iwa literally lives down the block from me, so I can just ride with him. You’d just be going out of your way.” I glanced at Iwaizumi. “If that’s ok?” 

The ace nodded, his eyes shifting to Oikawa who looked a little put out. 

“You’re so mean, Y/n-chan! You never want to spend time with me!” Oikawa complained. 

I grinned and poked him in the shoulder. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a baby.” 

That night, I called Kiyoko. I felt like I hadn’t seen her in ages, even though it had only been a week. I told her that I would have to come to the Karasuno sleepover a bit later than I expected, but I would still make it. Hopefully two teams in one day wouldn’t be too much for my poor mental state to handle. 

I wanted to tell Kiyoko everything about Oikawa and the team, how I finally felt like I belonged at Aoba Johsai, but at the same time, I felt like a traitor. It was stupid and irrational, especially since she had been the one to tell me to become Seijoh’s manager, but we were no longer directly involved in each others day to lives. It made me upset, but I vowed that I would have her meet my new team as soon as possible. 

The next day, Iwaizumi pulled up in front of my house in his huge black pickup truck at exactly 12. My mom, reading through paperwork at her desk by the front window, stared at the intimidating vehicle in mild confusion or disgust, but I thought it was hilarious. 

I snatched my purse from the kitchen table, stuffing my phone in my pocket, and then I ran out the door to meet Iwa. As I jogged up the passenger seat, I blinked in surprise to see Oikawa already seated there. 

As I crawled into the backseat, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I slept over at Iwa-chan’s house. Is that a crime?” 

“Nope. You just stole my seat.” 

He reclined his seat all the way back until it was resting on my lap, and I could barely move. “Oikawa!” 

He grinned up at me, poking my cheek. “You’re so cute, Y/n-chan!”

I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Will you get up?”

“Honestly, I’m pretty comfortable here.” 

“Ughhhh.”

Iwaizumi gave me an “I’m so sorry” look, and punched Oikawa. “Get your ass off her, Shittykawa.” 

The two argued the whole way to the arcade, which was around a fifteen minute drive, and Iwaizumi almost hit Kunimi pulling into the parking lot because he was too busy trashing Oikawa. 

The rest of the team was already waiting by the entrance of the mall by the time we all walked up, and they greeted me with just as much excitement as the two boys. I got swept into a tide of Watari, Matsuwaka, and Kindaichi, who literally dragged me through the glass doors of the mall and towards the arcade. I could hear pounding music and flashing lights coming from within, and I sighed, resigning myself to a long day. 

The arcade was huge, way bigger than I expected. Every arcade game I could have imagined was there, ranging from the Jurassic park shooting games, to classic pac man, to car racing, each one flashing dizzyingly in the darkness. 

“Usually we play to see who can get the most tickets,” Kindaichi practically yelled over the music. I nodded to signal that I understood, and followed them through a maze of games to the race car driving. There were exactly four seats, and it didn’t take long for us to get into a violent competition of racing. 

I ended up winning three out of the four games we played, boasting a huge handful of tickets by the end. The three boys were shocked, but I had Tanaka and Nishinoya to blame. Over the course of two years, I had probably played the game at least a thousand times with them, giving me quite the edge. 

My eyes were burning from staring at the screen for so long, so I quickly excused myself to go to the bathroom. Almost instantly, I was lost in the maze of games and darkness, completely turned around by the dozens of blinking screens. 

“Are you lost?” An unfamiliar voice asked from behind me, and I turned. A tall guy with dyed blonde hair and dark undercut and earrings looked down at me, smirking. He wore a white t-shirt and black sweats. 

“Oh, uh...yeah I am actually. Do you know where there’s a bathroom--”

“What’s your name? You’re pretty cute.”

As the guy spoke, I noticed he had a tongue piercing. 

“Um-” 

“There you are Y/n.”  I felt relief pierce me like a knife as I turned to see Oikawa and Iwaizumi prowling towards me, both of their eyes spelling out literal death for the guy still standing behind me, a little too close. 

“Is this guy bothering you?” Iwaizumi looked down at me, face blank.

Oikawa wasn’t as subtle. His arm slid around my waist, tugging me into the protective shelter of his side. He had a truly terrifying smile on his face as he glared at the blonde guy, daring him to say something. 

“It’s ok. He was just leaving.” I tried to say, but Oikawa was suddenly leaning forward, a look of delight crossing his face. 

“Wait a minute...You’re Terushima Yūji, captain of Johzenji high volleyball club, aren’t you?

I blinked, looking back at the guy. Captain of Johzenji volleyball club? Karasuno had played Johzenji a few times in the past, and as I stared at the guy in front of me, I felt a vague sense of recognition. 

Terushima smirked, not looking very intimidated by Oikawa or Iwaizumi. “Wow, I guess I must be popular. And wait, let me guess...hurt knee, annoying attitude--you must be Oikawa Toru from Aoba Johsai.”

Before Oikawa could respond, Terushima’s gaze was moving back to me. “But the better question is, who is she? She’s very…” His eyes trailed slowly down my body, and he smirked wider. 

I felt Oikawa tense up so hard, I was sure he was trying to hold himself back. I turned to look at him, my hand wrapping around his shirt. “Oikawa,” I whispered, tugging. “It’s fine, seriously.” 

Iwaizumi was who I didn’t count on. The wing spiker shoved Terushima so hard, the other boy almost fell on his ass. “Get the fuck out of here, you disgusting piece of shit. If you ever talk to her like that again, I will personally beat the fuck out of you.” 

I had never heard Iwa so angry. Terushima glared, but he seemed to realize that Iwa and Oikawa were ready to fight, and he was outnumbered. Instead, he grinned and flipped Iwaizumi off. 

“I look forward to seeing you all at the next game.” He winked at me before turning and sauntering away. 

It took almost a full five minutes for Oikawa to relax and let go of me. I tried to tell both him and Iwa that I was totally fine, that Terushima hadn’t even done anything that bad, but they continued to look murderous. I was almost afraid that they would go after the captain of Johzenji the second I let them out of my sight, so instead I tried to distract them. 

“Oikawa, hey! It’s fine! We’re at an arcade, so can we please play some games?”

They finally agreed, and we all set up in front of one of the zombie shooting games. I usually wasn’t particularly good at them, and this time was no exception. Iwaizumi ended up getting the most points, Oikawa close behind him, but I barely even killed two zombies. My failure seemed to cheer up Oikawa, who went back to his typical annoying self, poking fun at me as usual. 

“You’re terrible at this, Y/n-chan!” He mocked, putting down his gun. Iwaizumi put in a few coins to start up another round, and Oikawa moved behind me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, my back suddenly flat against his chest. His hands were almost twice the size of my own as they guided me to the proper position to hold the plastic gun. 

“Wha--” I stuttered, brain short circuiting at the setter’s sudden proximity. 

“You hold it here, and move around like this,” he said in my ear, breath washing across my neck. I felt like my face was on fire, and I was sure that if anyone saw me, they’d think I was a tomato who had come to life and started speaking. 

A zombie jumped out, and Oikawa’s arms tensed around me as he fired the fake gun at the screen. I could barely focus, far too aware of his chin hovering just over my shoulder, his arms around my torso, and his hands tight on mine. I felt like I could melt right there. 

The game was one of the longest five minutes of my life, but also ended far too soon.  Before I knew it, Iwazumi was slamming down his gun in defeat and turning to Oikawa. I felt the heat of Seijoh’s captain pull away as he dropped his arms and stepped back, and I let out  a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding. 

I turned around, heart still racing, but Oikawa was already moving towards another game. It didn’t mean anything. I had to remember that. 

I stood in front of the claw machine, arms crossed and pouting. I had already wasted half my coins on the stupid thing, trying to get a sweet blue whale stuffed animal that rested in the corner of the box, but it looked like it was impossible. 

“You still didn’t get it?” Iwa asked from the air hockey table, where he played viciously against Kunimi.

I glared at him. “No need to sound so condescending!”

“Move, I’ll get it for you.” Oikawa came up and shoved me out of the way, and I made a noise of indignation. 

“You don’t have to--”

But he was already shoving coins into the slot, smirking at me. “Watch the master, new girl.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. But as I watched Oikawa manipulate the level, I practically leapt out of my skin from excitement. Hands against the glass, I simultaneously watched the claw as it moved across the box, positioning over the whale, and also Oikawa’s concentrated face. I had only ever seen him get this serious during a volleyball game. 

The claw descended, wrapping around the whale with a precarious grip on its tail. My eyes were wide as it got closer, closer, and--

The whale dropped into the box, and Oikawa handed it to me, a proud and smug smile on his face. I let out a cry of delight, abandoning any pretense as I flung my arms around his neck. I couldn’t see his face, but he hugged me back tightly. 

“Thank you so much Oikawa, I love it,” I said, pulling away. 

He grinned.. “I have one condition: you have to name him after me.”

“What?! How do you know it’s a boy?”

He crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows. 

“Fine, Tooru the whale it is.” I hugged the stuffy tightly, not noticing Oikawa’s cheeks get red in the darkness of the arcade. 

“Wait one sec.” The setter whipped out his phone and held it up, and I had just enough time to hold up my stuffed animal and smile widely before the camera flashed and the picture was taken. 

“You’re so cute, Chibi-chan!” Oikawa said, holding out the phone. In the photo, I smiled widely and happily, Oikawa’s head resting against mine as he held up a peace sign. Of course, Oikawa looked far better than me, but there was no use complaining about that. 

“Wanna play the dance battle game?” I asked, noticing it as we walked back towards where the rest of the team was. 

Seijoh’s setter looked down at me. “Are you ready to be destroyed?” 

“Ha! As if.”

“I guess we’ll have to see then.” 

I laughed, setting down Tooru the whale and my purse off to the side. “What song do you want?”

I didn’t know many of the options, so Oikawa picked Five More Hours by Deorro and Chris Brown, an American dance song. 

The arrows began to flash on the screen, and Oikawa and I both furiously began to jump on the arrows, probably looking ridiculous. The song was fast paced and I was completely out of breath from laughing. By the end, I abandoned all attempts of getting the right arrows, and just danced around to the beat of the music, watching Oikawa crush the game. How was he so good looking while dancing to such a ridiculous song? 

“Wow Oikawa, I think you should look into becoming a professional dancer!” Hanamaki yelled, standing a few feet away with his phone out, filming us, the rest of the team behind him. I almost immediately became embarrassed, but Oikawa clearly revelled in the attention. 

He flipped off Hanamaki before turning to me with a wide smile. Before I could stop him, he grabbed me around the waist, holding one of my hands up so we were dancing together, abandoning the game completely. 

I laughed in delight as the beat dropped and we both started jumping around crazily like idiots. Oikawa still held my hands, but my overwhelming happiness pushed the embarrassment aside. 

When the song finally ended, I collapsed in a fit of giggles. Oikawa was laughing and panting, leaning against the railing for support, while the rest of the team clapped and whooped. I stepped off the raised floor of the game, stumbling over to the rest of the team where they slapped me on the back. I cringed; their slaps were unbelievably hard from volleyball. 

“Hanamaki, send me that video,” Oikawa said, joining us over by the basketball game. 

“I’m hungryyyy,” Kunimi complained. 

Iwaizumi crossed his arms. “Me too. Want to go to the food court?” 

“I’ll join guys,” Watari said, and Kindaichi, Kunimi, and Kyōtani nodded, all of them agreeing that they were ready for food. Yuda, Sawauchi, and Shido all wanted to play another round of motorcycle racing, so I was left alone again with Oikawa. 

Neither of us were hungry, so instead we headed to the photobooth which sat by the door of the arcade. I didn’t really like getting my picture taken, since I always seemed to look awkward and terrible, but Oikawa insisted. 

“As our new manager, you need a picture with your captain, obviously.” 

I gave him a look. “Do you just have a wall of photo booth pictures with all the managers of Aoba Johsai over the years?”

Oikawa smirked, tapping me on the nose. “Nope, you’re the first one.”

“I’m honored.” 

The booth was very small, and Oikawa’s legs were scrunched up as we squeezed next to each other on the bench. I tried to ignore the fact that we were completely wedged next to each other, with me practically in his lap. 

He clicked the screen, and a countdown started, and I stuck out my tongue. The second picture we both smiled widely, and the third we made weird faces at the camera. 

In the fourth and final picture, I turned to Oikawa and kissed him on the cheek. 

It was completely random, a spontaneous burst of courage, and before I could really think about it, the camera had clicked and the picture was taken. 

We climbed out of the booth, my face hot. Oikawa scooped up the two printed sheets of photos, handing one to me. He looked completely delighted as he stared down at them, which only made me blush more. Just friends. 

“What time is it?” I murmured aloud, realizing I hadn’t checked my phone in a while. Tugging it from my bag, I choked. It was already 4:15, and Kiyoko, Daichi, and Tanaka had called me a total of 11 times. 

I quickly clicked Kiyoko’s name, turning from Oikawa without an explanation. “Hey Kiyoko! I’m so sorry, I lost track of time. I’m about to leave the arcade and get an Uber, so I’ll probably be there in like twenty minutes.”

“It’s totally fine, we were just worried about if you had died or something.” Kiyoko said, a smile in her voice. 

I heard Tanaka in the background of the call. “Is that Y/n? Tell her to get the fuck over here!” 

“Ok, I’ll see you soon!” I said, and clicked end on the call. 

“You have to leave?” Oikawa asked. Was I imagining that he looked a little put out? 

“Yeah, I’m going to run and catch an Uber,” I said, pulling the app up on my phone. 

“I’ll walk you out.”

“It’s fine--”

He flicked me on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

The sun was starting to set and a purple sheen passing over the sky, but the mall was still busy, late night shoppers just beginning their trips. I carried my stuffed animal in one arm, my purse in the other, the photobooth picture stuffed into one of the pockets for safe keeping. 

We stopped at the curb, and I turned to Oikawa. “Thank you for today. I actually had a lot of fun.”

“Aw, Y/n-chan, no need to thank me. We should do it again sometime.” 

“After we win the next practice game?”

“Well--”

At that moment, the Uber pulled up next to us, and I stepped off the curb towards it. 

“Talk more later ok? I’ll see you Tuesday, Oikawa!” I smiled brightly and waved before stepping into the car. 

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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Oikawa x Reader ch. 4

I had no idea what to do. 

It had been three weeks since I joined Aoba Johsai, and things were starting to fall into a rhythm. I went to class, and although the school was larger than I was used to, I easily stayed on top of all the work despite getting extra to catch up. I visited Karasuno as often as I could, almost twice a week to see the whole team. Also, Kiyoko’s house was closer to Aoba Johsai than my own, so I used the excuse to sleep over there almost every night. 

But despite that, I was bored and lonely. Studying wasn’t enough to keep me occupied, and now that I wasn’t the manager of Karasuno, I had large amounts of extra time with nothing to fill it. 

Such was the case on the Saturday morning after the second week at Aoba Johsai. Kiyoko was at a practice game against one of the other schools in the Miyagi prefecture, and I had already finished most of my homework. I had decided to pull out some of my old sketchbooks from under my bed, which had grown dusty from me not using them, deciding to try and pick back up my old hobby.

I’d stopped all kinds of art a few years ago, after my parents had a sit down talk with me about success. Before that, I had imagined that maybe I could make a bit of money by designing logos or web pages for businesses and companies, but my parents made it clear that would never be an option. 

But I was bored now, so the sketchbooks were laid out on the table and the pencils were sharpened. Unfortunately, I was a perfectionist who was out of practice and without any inspiration. I ended up breaking two of my nice pencils out of frustration, and decided to go on a run to cool my head. 

It was pretty early in the morning, only 8:30, and mist lay heavy in the air. It was good weather for running, cold enough that I wasn’t overheating as I jogged. 

I definitely wasn’t the most athletic person, although I wasn’t out of shape either. My body was curvy, not particularly muscly in any way, but I wasn’t fat. I had major body insecurities like every other girl in existence, but I had been working on it to try and like myself better recently. 

Either way, I was out of breath after only a few minutes of running, but I kept a steady pace, and focused on the rhythm of the music pounding through my headphones instead of the pain in my side. 

After jogging for almost twenty minutes through town, I finally allowed myself to slow to a walk as I approached a street. The road was busy, so I hit the button for the crosswalk and gave myself a minute of recovery. 

I almost jumped out of my skin as a voice spoke from behind me out of the blue. 

“Hey there, are you the new student at Aoba Johsai?” 

I turned and felt my heart practically stop. The boy that stood a foot away was tall with messy brown hair falling around his head, his figure lean with muscle but not very bulky. He was one of the prettiest people I had ever seen. I guessed that he had been on a run too, but unlike me, he didn’t look the slightest bit out of breath. 

“Oh um,” I realized I had forgotten to respond. “Yes I am. Do I know you?”

“Nope. Not yet,” He smirked, and I fought a blush. What was with this guy? 

“Uh, ok. Well I have to go…” Thankfully, the light turned, and I awkwardly turned away. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel him watching me as I jogged across the street and headed back home. 

That night, I sat on Kiyoko’s bed, legs across her lap. Apparently Karasuno had lost the practice match, but only by two points. The team was improving all the time, with every practice and every game. 

According to Kiyoko, the boys had been upset that I wasn’t allowed to come to the practice game, which made me feel a bit happy. It was nice to be missed. 

“What did you do today?” Kiyoko asked, glasses flashing as she leaned over to plug her phone into a charger. 

“Literally nothing. Went for a run, attempted and failed at drawing, finished my homework.” I sighed. I didn’t mention the boy I had run into while I was out, but I had been thinking about the awkward encounter the whole day, each time making me more and more embarrassed. I had definitely been rude. I hadn’t even asked for his name! 

He hadn’t asked for mine either, I reminded myself, but at least he had talked like a normal person. I had just stuttered, which I always did when I got uncomfortable. Ah well. 

“Y/n-san, you should become Seijoh’s manager.” 

At first I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Huh?” Kiyoko sighed, pushing up her glasses. “You love volleyball just as much as me, and clearly you’re going out of your mind with boredom. I think it would be good for you.” 

“But-but Aoba Johsai is in direct competition to Karasuno! They’re our enemy!” 

Kiyoko rolled her eyes. “Y/n, honestly. That’s not an excuse for you not to join. Yeah, you’ll probably have to play against us, but it's not like you’ll become our enemy.” 

I sighed, shoulders slumping. “Maybe I’ll just go to a practice and see what the team is like, and decide from there.”

My friend shrugged and nodded. “That sounds good. You have to tell me how it goes.” 

    ✨✨✨✨

On Monday, I went to the front office to ask about Seijoh’s volleyball club. Apparently they met after school for two hours every weekday except for Monday, as well as every other Saturday. It was a lot, but Karasuno did even more, so I knew I would be able to handle it. 

I had to ask a few people for directions about how to get to the gym, but I managed to get there before practice had officially started. I could hear shoes squeaking on the floor when I arrived, which made me pause. I hated being the only new person, especially when entering such a tight knit group like a volleyball team. My social anxiety always made things awkward. 

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that the boys would most likely be too busy to notice me, and I just had to go talk to the coach. 

I shoved open the doors, sliding into the gym and quickly surveying the space. It was way bigger than Karasuno’s gym, the equipment clearly better quality due to their higher budget. 

I expected a few of the team members to be there early, maybe doing simple spikes against the wall to warm up. Unfortunately for me, the entire team was already dressed and gathered around the coach. As the gym doors slammed closed behind me, they all looked over as I walked in. 

I felt all the blood rush to my face, and I awkwardly crossed my arms and stood off to the side as the coach finished talking. I noticed a few of the boys muttering to each other and gesturing at me, which only made my stomach twist. Thankfully, the coach sent them on lunging laps pretty quickly, which kept them from hanging around. 

“Oikawa, not you!” The coach yelled, gesturing at one of the boys. “Your knee isn’t fully healed yet and I don’t want you to reinjure it.” 

Oikawa, the team captain and setter, I remembered. The arrogant one that Kageyama didn’t like. My mouth fell open when he turned around. 

It was the same guy from my run, who had asked me if I was the new student. I felt my entire body tense, and I quickly looked away from him. Damn, this had been a bad idea. 

“Aw coach, come on! At least let me do something,” Oikawa said, practically pouting. 

“You can do some stretches over there,” the coach said with an annoyed look.

The setter grinned, and then he looked at me. His eyebrows went up in surprise as he recognized me, and I smiled awkwardly before quickly turning towards the coach. No need to interact more than necessary. 

“Hi, can I help you?” The coach was looking at me imploringly, and I quickly bowed. 

“Yes, my name is Y/n L/n, and I was looking to see if you had any need of a new team manager. I have some experience from my last school, and I would love to get involved here.” 

The coach looked surprised, but then he smiled. “You have the most perfect timing. Our official team manager just quit, so we were looking for someone to take over. You would need to fill out some paperwork and figure out if you’re eligible, but if you want to stay for today and see how it fits, that would work out great.”

“Ok! Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I’m Coach Nobuteru, and over there is our team captain, Oikawa Toru. Oikawa!” 

I turned around, only to see the tall setter making his way over to us. He grinned down at me, eyes trailing over my body and back up. “Hi again, new girl.” “Oikawa,” the coach said. “This is Y/n L/n. She’s looking to become our new team manager.” Coach Nobuteru spoke for me, and I bowed quickly. 

“It’s nice to meet you officially, Y/n-kun.” Oikawa said, bowing back. He looked clearly surprised that I was looking into the manager position, which annoyed me a bit. I wondered what he thought of me. 

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you as well, Oikawa-san.” 

“Oikawa, why don’t you get back to work?” Coach Nobuteru said after a moment.

The team captain nodded, smirking at me one more time before heading back over to where his team were finishing their laps. 

I watched the practice on the sideline with Coach Nobuteru, assessing the players and trying to determine who needed to work on what. I asked the coach a lot of questions about names and strengths, and he looked at me with new respect as he seemed to realize that I actually did have experience with volleyball. 

It was obvious that Oikawa knew his team extremely well, and I couldn’t help but admire the way he encouraged them, capitalizing on their strengths. They worked like a well oiled machine, unlike anything Karasuno had ever managed to do, even though I didn’t want to admit it. 

The strength between Iwaizumi Hajime, the team’s ace, and Oikawa was almost unbelievable. They knew what the other was intending without effort, and they seemed to work in sync to slam one quick attack after the other over the net. The only relationship I had seen that could compare was that of Hinata and Kageyama. 

At the end of the practice, Coach Nobuteru directed me to the club office, where I could get the paperwork to officially become the team manager. As I left the gym, I felt the best I had for a long time. The energy from watching the team play volleyball made me feel light and happy, like I had a purpose again. It was definitely nerve racking to have to learn the names, strengths and weaknesses, preferences, and relationships of the entire team, but it was also exciting. I would do my best to be as good a manager of Seijoh as I was of Karasuno. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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Oikawa x reader ch. 5

Here’s chapter 5! Sorry for the random updates, I haven’t figured out any sort of schedule yet lmao

“I heard you’re our official new team manager!” I turned around as a familiar voice called from behind me. 

Oikawa grinned as he sauntered over, his hands in his pockets. He wore jeans and an oversized jacket, his hair sticking up at odd angles. Behind him was Iwaizumi. The second boy had short, spiky black hair and was a bit shorter than Oikawa, but he was more muscled. His expression was almost the complete opposite of his setter, serious and angry while Oikawa looked smug beyond belief. 

I smiled, giving a little awkward wave as they approached. “Yeah, the paperwork got processed yesterday.” 

I had been going to the Seijoh practices for a few days, but I still didn’t know the rest of the team very well. Iwaizumi and Oikawa had been friendly, but I was still uncomfortable around them. They were just so intimidating. 

“Where are you headed?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low. His gaze swept over the surrounding area as if analyzing possible threats, but he looked back to me once I started speaking, clearly paying attention. 

“Oh, I’m done with classes for the day, so I was going down to the store to grab some pork buns.” 

“Hey, we were planning to do that too! You should tag along with us.” Oikawa threw an arm around my shoulders, and Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before violently yanking his friend off of me. 

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa squawked in outrage, and I laughed a little. They had a strange, but sweet, relationship. 

“Sorry about him,” the ace said, “But yeah, if you want to tag along, we’d be happy if you’d join us.” 

Both of the boys looked at me, waiting for an answer, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I wasn’t exactly used to interacting with boys who I didn’t consider like brothers. “Uh, yeah sure, I’ll come. Are you walking?”

They nodded, and I quickly dropped my stuff off at my car before joining them again. The walk was only ten minutes through town, and I felt tiny as I walked between the two boys in the direction of the store. 

“So how do you feel about being our manager?” Oikawa asked. 

I shrugged. “You guys are a great team, and I’m excited to be involved in volleyball again. But honestly, you do a pretty good job of managing the players yourself, Oikawa-san.” 

Iwaizumi grunted. “Don’t encourage him.” 

“Aw, Y/n-kun is so cute. But don’t worry new girl, there’s plenty for you to do. Having a new voice is always good, and you seem to know what you’re doing in terms of scheduling and physical training.”

I snorted, thinking about the hours I had spent my first year of high school, reading up on all the rules of volleyball and figuring out the best way to help manage Karasuno at the time. It had given me vital practice in observation, because I always needed to be aware of the emotional state of the players, as well as the relationships between them. Oikawa and Iwaizumi could be invaluable resources to figuring this out for Aoba Johsai. 

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I would be super grateful if you both could help me get comfortable with how the team works. I’m sure I’ll get it over time, but you’ve worked with each other for years, and I thought…” I paused, not sure where I was going with that. 

“Yeah we can totally help you with that,” Iwaizumi said, looking thoughtful. 

“Anything for you,” Oikawa poked me in the shoulder, and I laughed. 

We arrived at the convenient store a moment later, and Iwaizumi politely held the door for me, before slamming it on Oikawa before he could make it inside. I couldn’t help the giggle that burst out of my mouth as Seijoh’s captain let out a furious yell and punched Iwaizumi as soon as he got inside. 

“What are you getting?” I asked them, surveying the shelves of snacks. 

“Milkbread!” Oikawa crowed, striding directly for the shelf stocked with the food. Iwaizumi shrugged, wandering down a random aisle as he looked at the options. 

“What are you getting, new girl?” Oikawa walked back over to me carrying two loaves of milk bread and a soda. 

“I’m thinking a pork bun, but they’re pretty expensive…” I murmured, my eyes on steamed food.  I tucked a hair behind my ear, and then sighed, giving in. They looked too good to resist anyway.

Iwaizumi walked back over, loaded with candy and chips, and then we all headed to the counter. 

As I went to check out, Oikawa slid next to me, literally shoving me out of the way. He smiled widely at the lady behind the counter and gestured to all the food in front of him, which included my pork buns. “Just this please.” 

I let out an outraged noise of protest. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “What does it look like?”

“I can pay for myself!” 

The woman handed back his change, and Oikawa passed me the bag with my food inside, patting me on the head. “I know you can, Y/n-kun, but I’m a gentleman. Unlike Iwa-chan over here.” He gestured to the dark haired boy, whose face twisted in indignation. 

“I’ll pay you back,” I promised, refusing to allow him to spend money on me when I was perfectly capable of providing for myself. 

He shrugged and smirked down at me. “I’m sure you will.” 

We headed outside, beginning the walk back up towards school. I munched on my food in silence, listening to Iwaizumi and Oikawa bicker back and forth like little siblings. 

“Want some milk bread?” Oikawa held out a piece to me. 

“Are you sure? You can have a bite of my pork bun.” 

He passed me a torn bit of the bread, and I handed him the rest of one of my buns. The milk bread was utterly delicious, and I felt surprise cross my face. Obviously, I had had milk bread before, but for some reason this was unlike any I had before. 

“I know right!” Oikawa responded to my change in expression. “It’s the best in town. I get it every week.” 

“You’re going to die from too much milk bread one day,” Iwaizumi said, stuffing a handful of gummies in his mouth. 

“Not a bad way to go,” I said, covering my mouth with my hand to hide a smile. 

“See? Y/n-kun is on my side.” Oikawa threw his arm around my shoulders and smirked proudly at Iwaizumi, who rolled his eyes. 

“Y/n-chan?” 

I froze as a familiar voice called my name from behind me. 

Standing on the road, panting and covered in sweat was Daichi, dressed in his Karasuno practice jersey. As I watched, the rest of the team jogged around the corner, coming to a halt when they saw Daichi and I. 

“Hey you guys!” I said, awkwardly maneuvering out from under Oikawa’s arm. “What are you doing over here?”

Asahi answered, “We went on a team run for practice today. What are you doing over here?” With them. 

The tension was palpable, and I suddenly wanted to duck into an alley and disappear. “Oh, I came to get some food.” I cleared my throat. 

“Is that Y/n-chan?” Hinata burst from between Suga and Tsukki, bounding over to give me a hug. “How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages! We should all do a sleepover sometime. You know, practice is way more boring without you there. You should come back to Karasuno!” 

“Karasuno? So that’s where you went to school.” I glanced over to see Oikawa coming up next to me, Iwaizumi on my other side. “I’m Oikawa Toru, captain of Seijoh, and this is our ace, Iwaizumi Hajime.” “The great king!” Hinata gasped, eyes wide. Oikawa looked confused for a second, and I made a mental note to explain later. 

“It’s good to finally meet you, Oikawa.” Daichi stepped forward, extending a hand. “I’m Daichi Sawamura, captain of Karasuno.”

“Hey wait!” Tanaka was practically shouting as usual as he marched forward, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me you’re working with them now?” 

“I--well I--”

“She’s our new team manager,” Oikawa said smugly, and I punched him in the arm as hard as I could. “Ow! What the--” 

I ignored his protests as I turned back to Karasuno. “Yes, I’m Seijoh’s new manager, but it was because I missed you all and volleyball so much. I need it in my life--I’m sure you understand that perfectly well. But me being on another team doesn’t change the fact that I’ll be cheering you all on the whole time. Which side of the net I’m on doesn’t matter.”

“You’ll still come to our games, right Y/n?” Noya asked, bouncing up next to Hinata. 

“Of course. I’ll be your loudest fan! Now you all should get going, keep practicing. I’ll come and visit you, promise.”

Daichi nodded in agreement. Yamaguchi and Hinata both gave me quick hugs, but I noticed Kageyama glaring more intensely than usual at Oikawa, and indirectly, at me. I hoped he wasn't upset that I was now on a team with his rival. 

I watched them as they jogged away, the sound of their feet pounding on the pavement slowly fading as they disappeared from sight. 

I turned to Oikawa, giving him an annoyed look. “Why’d you have to say that?”

He looked a little sheepish, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I just wanted them to know you’re with us now.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Hey I just bought you food!” 

“I didn’t ask you to!”

“But still…”

“Nope. I’m mad.”

“Y/n-chan,” Oikawa leaned down over me, nose to nose. He made a sweet, pleading expression, sticking his lip out. “Will you forgive me?”

I tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible, and I burst out laughing at him. “God, you’re the worst,” I said, shoving him. 

Iwaizumi snorted, and I followed him as we began to walk back up towards the school, Oikawa trailing behind. 

For the first time, I didn’t miss Karasuno. 

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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