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#like there's probably an in universe joke about how seijoh's setters are just LIKE THAT (tm)
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Random thought of the day: Yahaba is basically Iwaoi’s love child, like. He has Iwaizumi’s personality and Oikawa’s looks. AND he’s the next captain. No wonder Kyotani likes him, he’s basically his favourite senpai’s younger, angrier, prettier copy.
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kinkyuus · 4 years
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Oikawa Content!
Yep, you read right. We’ve got some pretty boy smut brewing and here’s a little snippet :3c
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Oikawa came out of his room with a towel slung across his shoulders, looking as fresh as he’d always been. For some reason, he chose to pair his old volleyball club shirt with his university track pants.
“Should I ring up Iwaizumi and the others?” you joked. “For someone so into collegiate volleyball, I didn’t think you’d still have any high school memorabilia left.”
He gasped, placing a hand on his chest in feigned offense. “Are you kidding? If it weren’t for my time in Seijoh, I never would have made the cut for the starting roster here.”
“Sure, Mister Best Setter of the Year for three consecutive years in junior high.”
“Didn’t Iwa-chan say if you flatter me too much, it’ll get to my head?” Oikawa grinned before sauntering over to his kitchen. He began rummaging through his cupboards in the next minute. “You want anything? Coffee? Water?”
“Honestly,” you began, shying away from his gaze, “I kind of just want to sleep.”
Oikawa peeked from behind the cabinet to spare you a bizarre look, but nonetheless, he shrugged before closing it altogether. “Alright. I’ll take the couch—”
“Absolutely not.” You didn’t mean to talk over him like that, but nope. There was no chance in hell you were you letting Oikawa crash on the sofa when he’s the one that was kind enough to offer you a place to stay the night.
There’s a bemused glint in his eyes that was rubbing you the wrong way. He leaned against the sink with his arms folded across his chest, lips curled into a smirk. “Would you rather sleep on the couch, then?”
You gulped, zoning in on the sensation of stiff cushions underneath you. Sitting on the couch was one thing; it was tolerable, but it was probably a secondhand that didn’t feel appropriate to sleep on. You’ve never been one to nitpick about where you slept, but the buzz of your earlier swigs of beer already dispersed—leaving you with a fatigue that slowly settled in your bones as the minutes passed by.
“How about…we sleep together?”
“Oh, (Name)-chan, you sly fox.”
Quite used to his innate narcissism, you rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a jackass or I might not-so accidentally kick you off the bed.”
“Alright,” he relented, raising his palms up in defeat. “I’ve learned the hard way to never doubt what you say you’ll do to me, so come on in to your suite, ma’am.”
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