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gatoru · 1 year

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𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐨 || oikawa tooru x reader

author's note: i've been playing with this idea for a while. yes i'm randomly coming back after months without a proper warning. hope you enjoy it, i'm a little rusty. this is my tribute to my culture and land x beijos!

shout out to my boo @utahimeow for forcing me to come back to tumblr <3

wc: 1.1k

summary: tooru takes you to a day out in rio. it's not what you expect. (idiots in love, alcohol, soft tooru, happy tooru, very teenage dream if you ask me, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+)

Tooru Oikawa knocks on your door shortly after dawn.

Sunlight shyly enters your room, announcing the beginning of another day. Wrapped in a sleepy haze, you open the door. The sight before you is amusing, to say the least: you’re met with an eager Tooru, holding the arms of his backpack like a kid ready to go on a school trip.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He says, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. “C’mon, get dressed, I’m taking you somewhere.”

You let him in your room, silently agreeing to whatever his plan is. There’s a smirk playing on his lips as he shuts the door behind him, watching you walk towards the bathroom. Before you can excuse yourself in order to get changed, he adds:

“Oh, and don’t forget sunscreen.”

It didn’t take much time for Rio to become your favorite place in the world.

The sun followed you everywhere, wrapping you in warmth. Tooru holds your hand as you cross the street towards a bus stop, looking both ways as he does so. Even if it’s barely seven in the morning on a Saturday, the city is still alive – or perhaps that’s because of the Farmer’s Market just a few blocks down, one you’ve discovered while walking with Hinata.

“Where are we even going?” You ask Tooru, as he makes a signal for the bus driver, instructing to stop – you’re impressed by the fact he’s just been here for a while, and already knows how to move around the city. It’s a simple act, but it still impresses you.

“What part of ‘it’s a surprise’ you don’t understand?” He asks, once you’re on the bus, sitting next to each other. You roll your eyes at him, playfully bumping your shoulder against his muscular one.

You don’t pay attention to what he says next – probably something along the lines of you’ll like it, don’t worry – instead, you find yourself entranced by the sights before you. Streets filled with trees and beautiful graffiti along walls, the path takes you somewhere even more beautiful.

Once Tooru gets up from his seat, pressing the orange button in order to sign the bus driver to stop, you realize where you are.

You feel like you’re in a movie, some sort of coming of age experience.

Along with you, a group of excited teenagers get off the bus too – eagerly talking about how there’s no clouds in the sky and, if they were quick, they could get a good spot near the quiosque.

“Surprise.” Tooru says, almost sarcastically as he pulls you in by your hand, swaying your figure around. He might be biased, however Oikawa is convinced that Rio has never looked so pretty.

The sand against your skin feels oddly welcoming.

The sight before you is almost overwhelming – the waves hitting against the soft sand, the colorful umbrellas and the excited chattering add to the fact that Copacabana beach earns its spot as a postcard.

You would be fooling yourself in case you somehow thought Oikawa wouldn’t play a single beach volleyball match, even on his day off. Still, your smile was wide on your face.

Tooru made his way into a match, where locals were playing, and it’s almost funny: the change in his behavior is rather obvious. There’s no weight on his shoulders, no need to win – for the first time in a long while, Tooru Oikawa is having fun while playing volleyball.

“É isso aí, cara!” Someone screams, and he seems to understand the message.

After scoring the last point in the match, his fellow teammates – whom he’s met today – give him high fives and praise for his performance. Tooru has a light shade of red blooming on his face, although you can’t tell if it’s from the Rio sun or the kind gestures.

He has a beer in hand, and your hand on the other.

“I thought pro athletes weren’t allowed to drink.” You say, playfulness dripping from your voice. Tooru gives you a playful death stare in return.

The yellow umbrella that covers you both gives a sense of belonging – almost as if, despite the noises, you’re the only people at the beach.

“It’s a special occasion.” Is all he says, taking a chug from the bottle shortly after.

A comfortable silence falls upon you. You don’t feel pressured to talk, and neither does he. Still, there’s something you feel the need to ask him.

His thumb caresses your hand, barely moving against your skin. Despite the casual gesture, you have a lot of questions about the day you’re having so far. Tooru’s hazel eyes can read you like an open book.

“Spill it.” He demands, pulling his sunglasses towards the bridge of his nose.

“What?” You half laugh, half question.

“You’ve been staring at me like you’ve never seen me before.”

“Well, it is the first time I see you in a few weeks.” You say, but the dagger doesn’t reach his heart. Instead, he smiles.

“What, have you been feeling neglected?” He teases, taking his shades off. “You’re the one who’s been hanging out with Hinata like you’re attached at the hip.”

You ignore his request, opening his backpack in order to search for any granola bars or gatorade. Instead, you’re met with carefully prepared sandwiches and fruit. You look up at him, eyebrows raised and a silent question blooming in your features.

“Thanks for ruining the surprise.” He grunts, taking the bag from you. “It was supposed to be cute.”

Still, he takes two sandwiches out of the bag, handing you one. It’s your favorite flavor.

“What’s going on?” You finally crumble, still laughing a little. The sandwich is delicious, and you doubt he was the one to prepare it.

“Nothing.” He mumbles, mouth half full. “Was supposed to ask you if I can be your boyfriend, though.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you smack his arm.

“Ouch!”

“Oikawa, fuck off. That’s mean.”

He looks at you, incredulously in his eyes.

“I’m being serious! We’ve been playing around it for months and I can’t handle that short ass guy following you around everywhere.”

“So this is about Hinata?” You scoff. Tooru Oikawa being jealous? That’s a first.

“No, this is about me wanting to make you mine.”

His words make you freeze – sure, you’ve been dancing around the issue for a while. Spending late nights and early mornings with each other didn’t exactly help you to name whatever has been going on between the two of you.

“Fine.” You say, going back to your sandwich.

“...fine?” He looks angry, confused – and he doesn’t understand why you’re laughing.

“I’ll accept you as my boyfriend, under one condition.” You say, taking his hand in yours.

“Anything,” He whispers, face almost touching yours. “Anything.”

You peck his lips, hands moving towards his slaty hair.

“Go get me more ice cream.”

He laughs, kissing you again. Complaining, he gets up and goes in search of ice cream.

You text Hinata to let him know the news, and that his plan worked.

#oikawa scenarios #oikawa fic #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #hq tooru #tooru oikawa x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff

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kiyelle · 2 years

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♡ 1-800-destiny - [oikawa tooru]

note: for my lovely caelin! happy birthday bff i love you so much @shoyotime <3

when it comes to remembering things other than plays or techniques, oikawa admittedly doesn’t have a very good memory. so that’s why he had the amazing idea of writing the number his new coach had given on the back of his hand, until he was able to finally return home to where he had left his phone behind.

but now he’s found another flaw of his, his handwriting. he still sighs, slightly blowing his hair out of his eyes, as can’t for the life of him discern what the last digit of the number is. an eight perhaps? or maybe a squashed six, who knows? it’s only after staring hopelessly at the scrawled ink on his arm for ten minutes that he decides to just call the number over and over with a different last digit until he finds his coach.

half an hour later he’s talked to a range of different people, some nice and understanding while others were less… but now he’s down to the last two possible digits it could be, an eight or a nine. he types in the number for what feels like the thousandth time and throws himself back on his bed in frustration as it dials.

“hello?” you call out through his phone, and oikawa instantly freezes. he props himself up and searches for words but he’s left grasping at thin air. he knows this voice, it’s your voice. “um… is anyone there? i’d rather you don’t waste my time,” you continue while he’s still shocked into silence, “YES! i mean, yes i’m here” he wants to hit himself what kind of response is that, he thinks.

“alright… so who is this?” you press on growing a little impatient with this mystery man. at this point oikawa’s pacing before his bed, he doesn’t know whether to thank the universe for throwing you back into his life, or to curse it.

you’re the first person he ever truly loved, and you’ll probably be the last too because no one will ever have such an effect on him. just the sound of your voice after ages of not hearing it has every nerve in his body alight. you dated for a while but conflicting schedules and little time together made what was once beautiful and fun, incredibly sour.

but there’s no way he’s going to let that happen again, especially when by some divine power you’ve been brought into his arms once more. “it’s tooru,” he finally replies, his whole being a little shaky from the rapid beating of his heart but otherwise his words are firm. “oh, how did you get my nu-” “y/n i want, no, need you in my life again”

“i feel the same, tooru”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru #tooru x you #hq tooru #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa drabble #oikawa fic #hq oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n

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tooruking · 2 years

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power couple things

#seijou #oikawa #ushioi #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #tooru #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi #hq wakatoshi #hq tooru #hq oikawa #hq ushijima #shiratorizawa

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barbiepdf · 2 years

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OK I JUST REALIZED BILLY JOEL'S VIENNA WAS LITERALLY WRITTEN FOR OIKAWA

#oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru haikyuu #hq!!#hq tooru #oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #billy joel #vienna

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nishiqui · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to my Kings!!!

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#genshinimpact #genshin childe #childe #genshin impact childe #genshin impact fanart #genshin ajax #genshinimpactfanart #hq tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #hq oikawa #oikawa torū #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia fanart #genshin tartaglia #genshin impact tartaglia

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alazybeing · 2 years

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munchcorner · 2 years

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Seeing Atsumu and Oikawa in one team is such a dream come true. I just realized how much I missed them after seeing the oneshot. Also, Sakusa in the background is adorable.

#oikawa #atsumu #haikyuu #hq #hq tooru #hq atsumu #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu atsumu #miya atsumu #oikawa tōru

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darthdutton · 2 years

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Baaaby!

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru you made it bud.#hq tooru #tooru oikawa #haikyuu tooru #oikawa #oiks #milk bread #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu #daily dose of hq

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spacedoodlesss · 2 years

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Trio aqua ✳️🔵💙

También porque este mes fueron sus cumpleaños (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Gracias por el amor uwu

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yomiro · 24 days

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#haikyuu fanart #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq fanart #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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rkgknno · 8 months

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Happy 819 Day~~~~ welcome to the Oikawa and Atsumu eventually becoming friends agenda

#haikyuu!!#hq #oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #iwaizumi hajime

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waveoftheocean · 1 month

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i've drawn a lot of iwa-chans over the years but i think this is my favorite one yet 😌

(at long last, here's my full piece for @iwaoiweddingzine!! leftover sales are open for another week if you wanna get your hands on this beautiful zine!)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hq!!#my art #mine #need the me who drew this to wake up from hibernation like where did they go?????

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barbiepdf · 2 years

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guys theory.

july 20, 1969. first man on the moon, neil armstrong.

july 20, 1990-something. birth of alien-loving oikawa tooru.

are you seeing what i'm seeing??

#oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru haikyuu #haikyuu anime #haikyuu oikawa toru #oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #hq!!#haikyuu!!#hq oikawa #hq tooru #aoba johsai

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teamatsumu · 2 months

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the best bad decision. (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

summary: “wrote a confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, oikawa is insensitive sometimes, fluff

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

event masterlist

You liked to think you weren’t one to fall into stereotypes. But every once in a while you did something that reminded you that you weren’t different from everyone around you. Like right now, standing hidden behind the corner of this building, clutching an obvious red envelope in your hands, waiting for the volleyball team to shuffle out of their club room so you could sneak in and slip the envelope into a certain boy’s locker.

So you had a tiny little crush on everyone’s favorite boy, Oikawa Tooru. Sue you.

Your ears were on high alert, staying as still as possible so you could focus on the voices drifting out of the room. You were a bit farther away, since you wanted to be hidden, but if you strained yourself enough, you could make out the sounds. You tried not to make yourself tense, afraid you would wrinkle the envelope. You had been so careful with it. Making sure you didn’t smudge any words as you wrote, perfuming the paper afterward. You even used that expensive wax and seal that you bought only for journaling purposes. You wanted it to be known that you made an effort.

All for him.

It was hard not to fall for someone as charming as Oikawa. He was tall and handsome, he was always so nice, always welcoming to anyone who wanted to speak to him. He was beyond talented. You could watch him play for hours. You did watch him play for hours. At the end of the day, you were just like all the other giggling, blushing girls who admired him.

The only difference is that you had never gone farther than admiration until now. You had never spoken to him, never greeted him in the hallways, never made him anything to eat like girls often did. You had watched from afar and basked in the warm, bubbly feeling that comes with having crushes.

But now here you were, slipping him a letter with all your feelings written on it. You were going into this not expecting him to accept the confession. You hadn’t even put your name on it. It was anonymous. God knows how many of these he got on a daily basis. And with Valentine’s Day approaching, you were sure his locker was overflowing. What was one more, right? You were doing this for yourself more than anything else. You needed to get these feelings out because they were overflowing in your head.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you realized the locker room was completely silent by now. You listened closely, giving it another few minutes. No shuffling, no humming, not even a peep. The coast was clear.

You could feel your entire body shake as you turned the corner and stealthily hurried to the club room door. You couldn’t let anyone see you going inside, so you quickly opened the door, slipping in and sliding the door shut behind you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Then you turned around, and your eyes met wide chestnut ones.

Oikawa was standing next to an open locker, a half folded shirt in his hand. He had probably been mid fold when you had barged in, staring at you with those big browns, mouth slightly open. Thick silence stretched over you both as you stood frozen, not even blinking.

Oikawa’s eyes drifted down to your hand, the very obvious, deep red envelope. His lips twitched before a smile took over them.

“Hello there.” His voice was lively. “Is that for me?”

You tensed at the sound of his voice, your panic finally catching up to your brain as you gulped around the knot in your throat. “No!”

He raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head a bit. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead. “No?”

“No.”

Another silence, awkward as anything. You couldn’t move at all. You felt like you were frozen in place. Every muscle in your body was pulled tight. You had never anticipated that of all the people who could catch you in the locker room, it would be Oikawa himself.

“So who’s it for?” He then asked, eyes darting between your face and the envelope. You felt your face burn, heating up so much it made you dizzy.

“It’s-” Your mouth was so dry. You had no saliva. None. Not a drop. It felt like you were incomprehensible. Could you even speak? Or was it all gibberish? Were you spiraling now?

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-

“It’s for Iwaizumi-san.”

Oikawa blinked at that, and you realized you had caught him off guard. Well, he wasn’t the only one. You had caught yourself off guard too. It seemed that, in the midst of your panic and staring at Oikawa, the only other person you could name was Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime. Oikawa’s best friend. Seijoh’s ace. Someone you saw just as much as Oikawa considering they were attached at the hip. No wonder when you had to think of someone, you thought of him.

“Well now I’m truly shocked!” Oikawa sounded jovial, placing a hand on his hip, his half folded shirt crumpled in his other hand. “A confession for Iwa-chan? I never thought this day would come!”

Your mind raced and you tried to scramble your thoughts together into somewhat understandable sentences. But you had just dug this fresh hole for yourself and you didn’t know what to do to get out of it. In fact, at this moment, there was no getting out of it. You had to go along.

“Y-yes.” You managed to blurt out, not knowing what else to say, looking anywhere but at him, who was steadily growing more and more amused by the second.

“You have to give it to him!”

Your head snapped up, and that’s when you realised what true panic was. What you had felt so far was nothing compared to the shitstorm your brain was experiencing after what he had just said.

“Come on.” Oikawa threw the shirt carelessly into his locker, slamming it shut and fast walking to you. With one grip on your forearm, he tugged open the club room door and proceeded to speed out of it, dragging you with him.

“W-wait!” Your voice trembled, and you doubt he even heard you. You felt like your whole mouth was stuffed with cotton. You tried to lock your legs into place and break Oikawa’s momentum. It was not happening. He was way stronger than you. You tried to pry his hand off your arm, but his grip was vice-like.

“Oikawa-san!” You basically shrieked like a hyena, finally breaking through right outside the Seijoh gym. You snatched your hand away.

“I can’t!”

Oikawa stared down at you, blinking owlishly. You bit your lip.

“Oh.” He breathed, and you saw realization wash over his face. You froze. Had he figured it out?

“I get it.” Did he?

Then he promptly turned around and cupped his mouth with his hands, leaning in through the open gym doors.

“Iwa-chan!” He shouted.

You gaped at him, struggling to even comprehend what was going on in his head. But that was the least of your worries, because trudging footsteps sounded and then the boy in question was standing in the gym entrance, scowling down at his friend.

Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad, I’m so screwed-

“Look!” Oikawa pointed at you, or more accurately, he pointed at the envelope in your hand. Iwaizumi followed his gaze, and you saw his scowl drop as shock colored his features.

“It’s for you! Can you believe it?” Oikawa let out a cackle, leaning an arm against the gym door. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Iwaizumi looked genuinely incredulous, like this was something he hadn’t dreamt of in his wildest dreams. Later when you looked back on what happened, you would be surprised that despite being friends with the most popular guy on campus, Iwaizumi did not get much attention. He lived in Oikawa’s shadow, and he liked it that way.

Right now, his feelings were the least of your concerns though.

Finally free from Oikawa’s grasp, you lunged forward, slamming the envelope against his chest before turning on your heel and absolutely booking it. There was no other option. You couldn’t give that shit to Iwaizumi. You also couldn’t give it to Oikawa and say you had lied. It couldn’t get any more humiliating than it already was, so you might as well run away.

Very active fight or flight response, one might say.

Oikawa watched your back as you ran full speed, one hand holding the envelope he was so unceremoniously handed. He turned his attention down to it when the flowery scent hit his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, she perfumed it too! How romantic.”

He grinned up at Iwaizumi, whose ears had turned red. Iwaizumi’s scowl deepened as he stared at the shiteating grin on Oikawa’s face. But he didn’t stop himself from taking the envelope Oikawa handed to him, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.

………………..

When you tried to convince your mom that you didn’t really need high school when homeschooling was a perfectly viable option, she told you to suck it up and there was no way you were dropping out. You didn’t know how to tell her that your life in high school was pretty much over. How could you show your face in any place where you might run into Oikawa or Iwaizumi?

But alas, you could only take one sick day before throwing yourself back to the wolves.

You were jumpy the whole day, paranoid that somehow everyone knew what had happened two days ago. But your day went by as normal, unaffected by the storm in your head. You should’ve known your peace wouldn’t last. At lunchtime, the one person you had been dreading the most was standing before your desk, looking down at you expectantly.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Well. This was it. The one thing you were hoping and praying you could somehow avoid.

Iwaizumi led you outside for some privacy, finding an empty bench overlooking the school’s running track. You sat stiffly by his side, waiting for him to speak.

“I read the letter.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, coaxing him to continue. You knew the contents of the letter. You had mulled them over in your head ten thousand times yesterday. You had not written Oikawa’s name. You had talked only about how you felt about him and the thoughts plaguing your head. You knew how easily Iwaizumi could have thought it was about him and not Oikawa.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

“For the confession?”

You hesitated. “For how it all played out.”

That was vague enough.

Iwaizumi let out a breathy chuckle, and you looked up at him. “I think I should apologize instead. Oikawa can be a bit of an insensitive jerk.”

You felt your lips twitch into a smile, shrugging. “He kinda steamrolled all over me.”

Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. You followed the movement with your eyes, gaze pausing on how his bicep flexed. Something in your heart stuttered.

Up close, he was extremely attractive. His skin was smooth and clean, and his hair looked soft despite being so short. His jaw was defined and his eyes were striking. When he looked at you for longer than a beat, it made your insides squirm.

“I’m sorry about him. He told me he found you in the club room. I’m sure you wanted to do it anonymously. He shouldn’t have dragged you here. That wasn’t cool.”

You smiled at how considerate he was being. “It- It’s okay.”

“And I’ll make him apologize to you too. Promise.”

His lip ticked up in a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but stare. You watched him grow a bit nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. A little habit?

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

The question caught you off guard. You knew how Iwaizumi perceived you after the contents of that confession. You had just not anticipated that he would want anything to do with you. In your slurry of thoughts, you realized you had still not told him that the confession wasn’t for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

The sun beat down on your heads, casting harsh shadows on his face. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. And those same captivating eyes. You couldn’t remember ever appreciating him the way you were right now. Oikawa’s light was so bright it made Iwaizumi almost invisible. But here and now, it was just him. No distractions, no takeaways. Just Iwaizumi in all his glory. And it was making your heart skip.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Iwaizumi positively lit up at your words, straightening his back. His features smoothed, his eyes widened and a smile took over his face.

“Cool!” He blurted out, before clearing his throat. “That’s uh, I mean. Great. That’s great.”

You giggled as he stumbled over his words, endeared by his reaction. Your heart and mind both told you this was the right decision. With Oikawa, it was a puppy crush. With Iwaizumi, something told you it could be so much more.

Years later, when you told Iwaizumi about the exact intentions of that letter, and how you were beyond grateful you hadn’t given it to Oikawa, all he did was cackle while the Argentinian setter whined about how he had missed his chance.

He was joking, of course. He was the proudest best man ever at your wedding. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi fanfiction

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