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iwaoiness · 9 months

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Interview

—; the eyes chico they never lie

One point. The Argentine men's volleyball team is one point away from achieving victory and crowning themselves as the best team in the Volleyball National League, and this time, the serve is for Oikawa Tooru. He bounces the ball against the ground, waiting for the referee's whistle, with all eyes on him. Argentina holds its breath while Japan prays to all the deities, the two countries tense in their seats under an eerie silence. Behind the net, the Japanese players prepare themselves, Kageyama, Hyakuzawa and Bokuto scattered, leaving Hinata and Sakusa covering most of the court, completely focused despite the sweat dripping from their foreheads, their legs stiff, and their forearms sore after five full sets.

Nobody wants to lose.

But victory belongs to the six strongest, to those who remain standing on the court. And Tooru knows they are, and he wants to win, he wants this to be his farewell gift to a country that has made him grow and reach such heights.

The arbitrator's whistle reverberates, and Oikawa takes a deep breath, stopping the rebound of the ball and spinning it in his hands, which are hot and stinging with pain, but determined to score that damn point. His eyes darken, clouded with that state of deadly concentration that Iwaizumi, from the journalists' area, knows better than anyone, with his heart in his throat and his leg bouncing restlessly in his seat.

Tooru's lips rise in a hungry smile and the ball is lifted into the air. With five long strides, a great momentum, and the weapon he has for an arm, he leaps. He leaps high and Hajime's emerald eyes mistake him for a second for an avenging angel just as his hand hits the ball with full force. The ball slices through the air, passing over the net full of power, passion and the unwavering desire to win, reaching the opponent's area in a heartbeat, sticking in the ground like a powerful arrow between Hinata and Sakusa. Both of them blink, barely able to react in time before the ball bounces out of the area.

There is a red flag dropping down and a whistle declaring the end of the match.

Argentina 18, Japan 16.

The stadium vibrates and explodes in shouts of jubilation and euphoria, the stands occupied by the Argentinians shake.

Argentina wins.

“LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE, TOTO!”

The Argentine team, coaches and trainer included, also shout enthusiastically amidst the din and run towards their setter. Some of them shedding tears of joy and others in their ecstasy of happiness, but all of them rushing at Oikawa, making him squeal as they collapse to the ground while, behind the net, a defeated Japan falls in front of the victor.

Oikawa laughs, laughter welling up from his soul, and soon, his moist eyes dart euphorically towards the journalistic area, where Iwaizumi stands, clapping towards him, beaming, smiling and proud, very proud.

"And so, Argentina becomes the best team after a tough and incredible battle against Japan, who also didn't make it easy for them for the whole five sets." Hajime, ten minutes later, with impeccable professionalism and the microphone within an inch of his mouth, briefly summarises the match in front of the live streaming camera.

At his side, smiling, with the Argentinean flag draped over his strong back and the Japanese flag tied around his waist, Oikawa waits patiently for him to finish speaking before being interviewed, watching Hajime closely because he is so, so handsome and he can't —and doesn't want— take his eyes off that sharp profile, nor stop being fascinated by the way his lips move as he speaks or the way his Adam's apple rises and falls.

"We have the setter of the Argentinian team, today's star player who has led them to victory, Oikawa Tooru." He leaves the planet Jupitiwachan when Hajime turns to him and the camera zooms out a little, framing them in the same shot. "First, congratulations on a great match today," Tooru's smile lengthens, his big eyes sparkle and his heart melts when Iwaizumi mirrors his same smile. "Before we get into more technical aspects, tell us, how do you feel now after getting the winning serve?"

Oikawa feels so much that he doesn't know where to start or how to explain it in any of the three languages he speaks. He is proud of what he has achieved here and now, he is happy because all the sacrifice was really worth it, he is nostalgic because he would also have liked to share this taste of victory at nationals with the team that always trusted him, he is euphoric because he finally saw Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan kneeling on the floor (although Ushiwaka actually knelt down to tie his damn shoelaces).

But most of all, he's happy, like really happy, because Iwa-chan has been there. He always has been. From his first word and —he hopes— even his last.

"I feel... incredible, on top of the world. And so proud of myself." He replies, voice calm as undisturbed water and sincerity soaking every word. Oikawa is proud of himself, and sometimes he would like to hug his younger self and tell him that he is an extraordinary player, that he will have to sacrifice a lot to prove it, but that it will be worth it. Tell him too that it's okay if talented people exist, and the trick to being able to endure frustration is to beat all the people who belittle effort until they break.

And to trust. Trust that the right people will come along, trust that you can't fight alone, you need a team by your side.

"And, well” Oikawa continues “my serve won the match, but it was the whole team that made it happen.” He bows his head slightly, his caramel eyes losing themselves in the green forest of Iwaizumi's eyes, his sly smile putting him on alert. "Someone very important to me taught me years ago that there are six players on the court and the team with the best six is the strongest." He quotes, causing the journalist to take a sharp breath, his cheeks reddening thinly.

Hajime wants to hit him, with kisses or punches, but he wants to hit him.

"That's good advice, pretty deep."

"Yep, my important person likes to get to the deep of everything" He unashamedly emphasises, tensing Iwaizumi as the cameraman holds back laughter.

Remove the kisses, he will hit him with punches.

"So, back on topic" Hajime tries to put an end to his game, forcing a small threatening smile that, despite not being noticed by any viewers, Oikawa become aware of it, reading in it the ultimatum of going bald if he doesn't shut the fuck up. But he just ignores it, because is so so so happy “you’re so gratefully, right?”

"Yeah, very gratefully" Tooru peels his eyes away from his boyfriend for a moment to direct them to the stadium, where his team continues to take pictures with the cup and film the place where they have been proclaimed the best men's volleyball team in the world. Audience still there, cheering for their idols. It is an image that is burned into Oikawa's mind. "We have dedicated our lives to volleyball. It has become our oxygen; defeats make us learn and victories give us energy. But... this time the victory not only energized us but also proclaimed us the best team in the world" He smiles, sincere and pure, and looks at Hajime again and Hajime tries to keep his face expressionless, but his lips pucker into a small smile and his eyes mist with tears."I’m so grateful to my parents, my sister, my Takeru, my best friends, my friends and so, so, so grateful that you, Iwa-chan, were here to see us —to see me— be the best in the world!” Then, his hands rest on Iwaizumi's broad shoulders. Hajime widens his eyes in surprise, blinking like an owl and furrowing his brow.

What the fuck is the idiot going to —.

“I am so grateful and happy that I really want to kiss you!” He says with laughter, leaving Hajime speechless and perplexed the cameraman, the presenter behind the communicator controlling the connection, the reporter of another channel a few steps away and half of Japan in front of the TV.

He is so fucking what that he really fucking wants what in front of the fucking country?

"Oi, what the fuc-hell did you just-?!" Iwaizumi starts to demand, ears and cheeks like beets, but his words are eaten up by Oikawa when he cradles Iwa-chan's face gently between his calloused hands, pulls their bodies closer and closes his eyes to bring their lips together in a sweet and affectionate kiss.

Hajime feels the world stops. The warmth and solidity of Tooru's strong body against his and the softness of those lips he hasn't tasted in days are enough to send everything to hell. Iwaizumi's free hand wraps around Oikawa's waist and closes his eyes, kissing him back with the strength and love they've been sharing for 29 years.

Tooru breaks the kiss too soon with a softness sorry, mi vida, but I have to go, leaving another kiss on Iwa’s warm cheek and giving him a tight hug before separating. Oikawa, with a messy hair and still sweaty, gives to his boyfriends the purest smile and his eyes shine as if they had stolen all the stars in the sky. Iwa-chan thinks that he wasn't confused when he saw him jump, that Tooru really is an angel.

"Te amo muchísimo, Hajime." He bids him farewell with a sweet whisper, waving his hand in front of the camera to say goodbye to the viewers as well. Oikawa leaves the shot and runs to the rest of his team under the watchful eye of his boyfriend, who doesn't return to the world until he hears the announcer's voice over the earpiece.

“Eh… Iwaizumi-san, we’re still live.” He reminds and the boy turns almost immediately to the camera, forcing his smile.

"Right" he clears his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions, "as you have been able to see, the Argentine team —more specifically their setter—, are intoxicated with happiness and… and few words can be said. So, Ukai-san, I return the connection."

And when the cameraman notifies him that the live broadcast has ended, Iwaizumi lets out a loud sigh, bending down to lean on his knees, which are shaking like jelly, and cover his face with both hands.

Shittywaka may have won the national volleyball league, but he had better be ready when he returns home.

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happy bday to my beloved baby boy!! ilysm oikawa <;3

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tiza0925 · 9 months

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It all starts with a lie | Chapter 1

A/N: this is chapter 1 of my multi-chapter Oihina, Omegaverse AU. You can find the main post for this fic here: TLTOO

He should’ve figured it out sooner.

The signs were right there, now that Oikawa thinks about it, and he still didn’t pick it up.

He should’ve been more skeptical about Hinata’s proclamation of being a ‘beta’. He should’ve been more adamant about getting Hinata to be honest—if not with their team, then with him—about his actual second gender.

Because then—they would have been able to avoid what happens next.

“Hinata?!”

It all happens within a matter of seconds. A simple blink of an eye.

One moment—Hinata is soaring in the air, wings ready to fly and hit the ball, and the next—

The entire team pauses with utter shock when they witness their star player stop mid-spike, only to watch the redhead’s legs buckle and he drops on the gymnasium floor with a loud groan.

Hinata hunches over, one hand over his stomach, and he grits his teeth as sweat trickles down his neck and everything starts to get fuzzy and too intense and—

Fuck.

“I—” Hinata grunts and his nose scrunches up when several of his teammates surround him in genuine concern—but it feels more like he’s being trapped right now, “I just need a minute.”

Trapped and suffocated because—even if they’re all required to wear scent blockers—

Hinata can still smell some of them. Most of his team-mates are alphas, and he knows they can’t help it but—

Their scents are too strong, and his stupid body is reacting like crazy from it and—

And he knows his scent blockers aren’t going to help anymore at about any moment now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Hey,” One of Hinata’s teammates reaches out with a hand to delicately tap Hinata’s shoulder, worry etching the man’s face as he watches the redhead practically shiver on the floor, “you okay?”

But the reaction he gets from that? Nothing that anyone would expect.

Not from Hinata.

The redhead whips his head to his teammate, and his eyes are blown wide as he pulls his lips back into a snarl, panic woven into Hinata’s tone as he repeats himself. “I said give me a minute.”

Immediately, almost everyone backs off with surprise etched into their expression.

His stomach is killing him and his breathing is heavy and everything won’t stop spinning.

So stupid. Hinata hangs his head back down, feeling only slightly guilty for talking that way to his teammate, but more the feeling of self-hatred takes over as he berates himself for missing a single damn day of taking his suppressants.

Fucking hell.

Oikawa watches from a distance, taking everything in as he sees all the other teammates backing off, all while Hinata looks like he’s about to go into a panic attack—his back rising up and down in quick, heavy breaths.

It’s as if the entire scene in front of him is playing in slow motion and he can only stand back and watch the panic unfold in front of him.

He should’ve been able to tell. But he couldn’t—Hinata was too good at hiding what he was.

But eventually—once Oikawa notices the panic in Hinata and how he only seems to be getting worse with everyone else surrounding him—that Oikawa starts to move.

“…Hinata,” Oikawa swallows, his brows pulled into a V as he cautiously approaches the redhead, all while everyone else gives Oikawa space to get to him.

But the thing is—Hinata doesn’t hear Oikawa at first.

He’s still in the middle of freaking out because he’s in pain and he’s a dumbass and—

And all of the scents from everyone are getting too overwhelming, he feels like he’s on the verge of breaking down.

Why did he forget to take his suppressants? What the fuck is wrong with him—?

“Hey,” Hinata barely picks up on a familiar voice, and he doesn’t notice that it’s Oikawa—not until the brunet is dropping to his haunches to get at Hinata’s level, and Oikawa’s scent is the only thing he can smell now. “Shouyou.”

At that—being called by that name by Oikawa—it acts like a knife cutting the thick cloud of anxiety Hinata is in, causing him to turn his head up and look at Oikawa with eyes so wide they might pop out of their sockets.

It’s weird, though. Everyone’s scents—even with the blockers—felt too much for him. Too overpowering. Almost made him feel nauseous and anxious, and Hinata wanted to do was run out of this very gym and hide, but—

Oikawa watches Hinata with a concentrated expression, and Hinata sucks in a small gasp when he gets more of Oikawa’s scent.

It’s, oddly enough, comforting.

And maybe it’s because he’s known Oikawa longer. That he and Oikawa developed this friendship over the year after being on the same team and all. The only familiar face Hinata was greeted with when he entered college.

But it’s what manages to knock some semblance of awareness into Hinata, making his breathing level out considerably.

“What the hell…” Oikawa starts, wanting to ask what the hell happened, only for his sentence to trail off when he breathes in and catches a certain…scent from Hinata.

A scent so, so fucking faint that you would have to be literal inches from him to pick it up.

But Oikawa is close enough. And he can smell that particular scent from Hinata.

And it’s…

Oikawa’s eyes enlarge with slow realization as his brain puts everything together, and his eyes catch Hinata’s with a knowing stare.

No. Fuck. Shit.

It only takes a split second for Hinata to realize that Oikawa knows. He figured it out just like that. And his stomach drops because now—

Now Oikawa has the chance to tell the rest of the team—out Hinata and put his little secret on display for everyone.

Or—

Oikawa gives Hinata one last glance before he turns to their coach, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “…We’re taking a time-out.”

No. No, no, no—

Hinata wants to protest. He wants to stop Oikawa and say that he’s fine but—

His stomach causes a pathetic whimper to escape from Hinata instead, and Oikawa clenches the back of his teeth because—

That just confirms it, too.

Hinata doesn’t try to fight after that when Oikawa leads him off the court and straight to the changing room. It would’ve been futile, anyway, if he did.

And it’s not until they’re alone in the changing room, the door locked with Hinata sitting on the bench—his back slumped against the wall—as Oikawa stands near the door, his back facing Hinata—

That it goes completely silent.

All you can hear is Hinata’s shallow breaths, and the air slowly turns thicker and warmer and—

And because they’re in a closed space, the air turns heavier with Hinata’s scent with every passing second.

“…” Oikawa pinches the bridge of his nose, and he closes his eyes as he wills himself to take a deep breath, trying so damn hard to not let Hinata’s scent affect him.

And he doesn’t sound mad when he finally does speak, just…confused. Almost betrayed in a way.

“…How long did you plan on keeping this a secret?”

Hinata doesn’t answer at first.

He simply stares at Oikawa’s back, his jersey number on full display, as he tries to calm down his breathing and ignore the stomach cramps.

Thinking of all the possible scenarios that can happen after this. How he can avoid getting the team to find out.

How he can go back and continue playing their game—

“Did you think,” Oikawa’s voice disrupts Hinata’s train of thinking, and Hinata sinks into the bench a little more, “that you would get away with lying about—” Oikawa pauses with his teeth gritting together, almost as if he can’t fathom the truth that’s being slowly unraveled in front of him, “—about what you are?”

Hinata swallows hard, noting how dry his throat feels, and he takes in how Oikawa is barely keeping it together himself—despite the calm exterior he has on. “…It’s been working for me for almost a year, now.”

Until today. Because of Hinata being careless and stupid and—

“But why?” Is Oikawa’s response, and Hinata blinks with a frown, confused by what he means.

“I don’t…”

But Oikawa finally turns to face the redhead, and Hinata’s throat constricts when he notices how…conflicted Oikawa looks.

“Why lie to us about it in the first place?” Oikawa’s shoulders sag as he blinks a few times, sounding at a loss and defeated. “You know it doesn’t matter if—” Oikawa pauses with a small gesture of his hands, “if you’re an omega. You still would’ve been able to join the team and play with us.”

Yeah. Hinata knows.

He knows that sports teams aren’t so discriminatory against omegas now compared to how it was before.

But that wasn’t the reason to hide his gender. To lie about being a beta.

Hinata blinks, his chest moving with every breath, and he can feel the back of his eyes sting with tears almost ready to form.

It’s just…

Oikawa takes in a deep breath, and his voice comes out a lot lower and calmer, and his brows pinch down. “…You could’ve at least told me, you know.”

But that’s the thing.

No matter how much their bond has grown since—Hinata didn’t know if Oikawa would’ve said something.

If he would tell the rest of the team.

He just…

Hinata’s voice is a little ragged, and his fingers curl into small fists. “I…I didn’t want to risk that.”

“And look what happened,” Oikawa lets out a low, caustic laugh like he still can’t believe the situation they’re in right now. “You’ve caused a whole scene and—”

“You don’t know what it’s like,” Hinata cuts him off, and he sniffs, feeling a little heated because it’s not like he wanted to cause a scene on purpose.

With Oikawa closing his mouth, Hinata takes a deep, shattered breath, and continues. “…Even if I was still allowed to play with everyone knowing that I’m an omega,” Hinata’s eyes break contact from Oikawa’s, and he looks down at his shoes, his eyebrows pulling down as he continues, “I wouldn’t be treated the same. I wouldn’t get to be as risky as I am on the court—because everyone would think I’m too fragile and—” Hinata bites down on his teeth, “—and I just wanted to be treated like a regular person and not some omega that needs to be protected while playing.”

Which is why he lied about being a beta. Because no one really cares about betas. They’re the ‘average’ people.

The ones you just talk to and they go on about their day.

They’re not the alphas that rule nearly everything. Or the omegas that gain all the attraction.

And Hinata didn’t want the attention on him to be because he’s an omega.

He wanted his skills to stand out. He wanted people to know him as that player with insane spikes and jumps.

Not just some omega.

“I didn’t want anyone to find out—ever. Not while I’m still on the team.”

And at that…

Oikawa’s throat works around a swallow, and he takes a moment to consider everything—trying to look at it in Hinata’s view and—

And he gets it.

He’s not blind to the types of stereotypes that are put on omegas—even though society has changed in terms of what omegas are and aren’t allowed to do.

People still hold the idea that omegas are ‘weak’. That they need protection.

That they can’t be as strong and risky as the betas and alphas.

That they’re some prize that can be won, something to marvel at and admire with their beauty and fertility.

Oikawa understands it but…but still.

He at least thought Hinata would feel comfortable enough to share one of his biggest secrets with him—given what they’ve been through in the past together.

But he guessed wrong, it seems. And he hates how that manages to make his heart feel a little tight from that alone.

But that’s not the issue that needs to be dwelled on right now.

No.

“…Okay.” Oikawa closes his eyes, his voice softening around the edges since what’s already done is done, and he drags in a deep breath—this time purposely taking in more of Hinata’s scent—before exhaling and looking at Hinata, taking in how flushed the redhead looks. “But it’s pretty obvious now that you’re an omega with your scent leaking out of those blockers. And that bracelet isn’t going to help you any longer.”

Oikawa takes in how Hinata’s eyes are glossy and he looks like his mind is in a different world—not totally sane at the moment.

That Hinata’s hormones are probably a shit show right now—it’s not that hard to notice given how strong Hinata’s scent is growing by the minute.

He should’ve. Fucking. Known.

Especially now, as he takes in Hinata and everything about him—

How he’s always looking out for everyone on the team like he’s the caregiver of the team or something.

How weird and distant Hinata would get whenever Oikawa—or anyone on their team—was in a rut.

How omegas are always the most gorgeous creatures to walk on Earth and Hinata…

Oikawa isn’t blind.

The redhead is objectively beautiful. Definitely not what your ‘typical’ beta would look like.

And Oikawa silently curses himself for being the one that’s now also part of this whole situation with Hinata—how unprepared they are and sudden this all is—and he just wishes he had more time to deal with this.

But they don’t.

Right now, there’s a bigger issue that needs to be deal with. And quickly.

“…Especially since you’re about to go into heat.”

Thank you for reading 💙

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urlocaltannenbaumm · 9 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY OIKAWA!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq!!#oikawa tooru #HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! <33

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tendou-satori-chocolatier · 2 years

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Cop, knocking on door: OPEN UP, ITS THE POLICE-

Oikawa, quietly: its ok, I haven't done any crimes.

Cop: -THE FASHION POLICE

Oikawa, looking down at his plaid shorts: shit-

I JUST HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA. So idk if I'm the only one (I'm not tho cause these posts get thousands of likes) but do you know about the yn x haikyuu character oneshots? I love reading them even though I don't really like yn fics just cause some of them are lowkey well made and are entertaining. Anyways, whenever I read them I always wished it was about my ships instead of yn (no offense towards the author or even yn fics) so I kinda wanted to see if I could try making them but with the haikyuu characters and their ships. I would probably make a different account for this if I did make it. Some of the oneshot almost au things that are made are like: "Yn pretends hq characters are their boyfriend" "Yn accidentally sends them a text NOT meant to go to them" "How hq characters would react if you were wearing another person's sweater" just stuff like that but switch it so it's not about yn but their ships. A lot of the yn stuff are written in bullet points and have like a list of characters for the first example: "Yn pretends hq characters are their boyfriend" there would be a list of characters for this: Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita or just something like that and I think it'd be cute if instead of names it could be ships: osasuna, sakuatsu, arankita. Anyways, I don't even know if this is even going to happen, I just wanted to see what people thought abt it🤷‍♀️ sorry for making this so long😭 some of my fav Tumblr people who post these yn x hq characters stuff is @luvbub @adoringhaikyuu @maizumis

#truly a crime #also happy birthday to my favorite demigod percy💙#haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #haikyuuanime #haikyuuincorrect #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrecthaikyuu #oikawa tooru

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grungeeuvu · 9 months

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"He's catching up..."

I was busy today but I managed to get a doodle out for the Grand King's birthday!!

#is this iwaoi? like maybe? could be seen either way #iwaoi #haikyuu!!#art #doodle #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #happy birthday oikawa

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lyssasdrafts · 2 years

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dating oikawa tooru consists of dates at the beach, laying on the sand and messing up his hair purposely so you can make him chase you into the waters. it consists of him trying his best to teach you to play volleyball and him being so patient with you. it consists of his plants somehow ending up in your apartment, with his excuse being that your windows let the perfect amount of sunlight in.

it consists of taking day long flights to go visit him. blasting music while you help oikawa pack for his next game that’s away from home. of him telling everyone he meets about you, showing off how lucky he got. with your parents nagging you about bringing tooru over to visit all the time because he’s the perfect fit for you.

it consists of meeting at an unexpected trip to the grocery store in your pajamas. fighting over the last loaf of milk bread that oikawa was craving and that your roommate bid you to buy for them. bonding over the graphic t-shirt you were wearing and letting him have that milk bread, only after he tells you his life story, and because your roommate can suck it. stoping him as he’s about to walk out the door, asking for his name. he leans against the glass door, “oikawa tooru, starting setter for San Juan volleyball,” he winks before you hear the doorbell jingle and the door shutting.

it consists of you being unable to stop thinking about him for the next week and looking him up online before running into him again accidentally, but this time he asks for your number.

dating oikawa consists of him learning about all of your interests, he could just sit and listen to you talk about them for hours. it consists of him sharing gossip he overhears followed by you complaining about your roommate (talking shit together). it consists of him telling you the worst pick up lines that he asked makki to find for him. of you wondering if you’d ever feel this way about anyone else the way you do for him. of his entire camera roll being pictures with you.

being with oikawa tooru might mean him leaving his dirty laundry all over the floor sometimes, refusing to hug him after practice because he stinks, him complaining that you steal his charger too much, trying to bake a birthday cake for him but leaving it in the oven for too long, and having to put up with the long distance. but it’s all worth it for you. because he’s your tooru.

— happy birthday tooru :)

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