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When Tooru was nine years old, he met a pretty boy with long hair and a bright smile on the playground. It was the first time he’d ever seen him, which probably meant the boy was new to the neighborhood. So Tooru told him he was pretty, and the boy shoved him to the ground, telling him not to call him that.

“I’m Oikawa Tooru,” he said, a little starstruck as he stared up at the boy from the ground.

The boy looked at him, slightly concerned at the reaction, but introduced himself. Tooru believed that name to be his favorite word until he heard the name Y/N. That was far better than anything he’d ever heard before. Looking back on it, he’d fallen in love far too fast without even knowing it.

It was early winter during Tooru’s third year of junior high when Y/N received his first confession from a boy. He learned about it during their weekly phone call since they were in different prefectures—too far away from each other. He didn’t know who Aoi was, but he knew that he liked Y/N, and he knew that Y/N had uncomfortably rejected him.

Even though Tooru knew Y/N wasn’t interested in him, he thought about how Y/N could be interested in someone. He could be interested in someone who wasn’t Tooru, even though he was so interested in Y/N. Interested to the point that he’d write an over-the-top girly love letter to Y/N if he had to. It was the nausea and frustration that washed over him that made it hard to breathe.

“Are you there, Tooru?” Y/N asked, voice timid. Tooru tried to breathe normally, but it hurt. All he could picture was Y/N holding a faceless guy’s hand, and his chest hurt from how hard his heart pounded.

“I love you,” Tooru said, and his voice shook. He wished he sounded confident, but apparently, that wouldn’t be happening today. “This is me confessing to you: I love you.”

There was silence for 30 seconds before Y/N blurted. “I’m a boy!” He sounded completely frazzled. “I’m not a girl—never felt like one. I’m a boy.”

Tooru didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Both of their confessions were unplanned, and he was trying to process both of their words—trying to process the weight their words had on each other’s shoulders. He didn’t understand what Y/N said—didn’t know what it meant—so silence seemed to be the better option over asking insensitive questions. But the tension between them thickened, even over the phone.

“Okay,” he said, and Y/N let out a shaky breath. “Does this mean I like boys?”

Y/N’s laugh was filled with tears. “I guess?”

They spoke about it. Things were ironed out, and Tooru realized he’d never liked anyone but Y/N. The details of if he liked boys or girls weren’t relevant in that case, because Y/N could be anything in the universe and Tooru would still only want him.

One day during summer break, when they were both in high school and finally in the same prefecture again, Y/N confessed more. They’d been dating for nearly two years, and it wasn’t their first date by any means, but Tooru’s excitement always felt like the first date.

They were at a park, drinking soda from the vending machine, and Y/N sat so close to Tooru. Their sides were nearly touching. Tooru wanted to lean closer to him and feel the heat radiate through Y/N’s clothes.

“What do you want to do after high school?” Y/N asked as he looked over at Tooru. Tooru was already looking at him, admiring the way Y/N watched the world around them.

“Play volleyball,” Tooru said without hesitation, because that was all he’d ever seen himself doing. Volleyball was a core piece of him, and he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to part with it, so he hoped he’d never have to.

Y/N chuckled, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight. The wind blew Y/N’s hair back, exposing his face some. He’d recently gotten a haircut, and it was shorter, but not the length he wanted.

“I should’ve figured,” Y/N said, mild amusement in his voice. He looked away from Tooru, and his hair blew into his mouth. Tooru tried to bite down his laughter at Y/N’s reaction to spitting it out. “I want to edit videos.”

“Like our YouTube videos?” Tooru asked.

Y/N shook his head. “No, like movies or TV shows. Big things.” He got quiet for a second. “But I can’t stay here and do that.”

Tooru’s brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

“I… I’m never going to get to be myself here,” Y/N said, and his brows furrowed as he stared at something in the distance. “I’m always going to be forced to be”—he motioned to himself—“this person I’m not. And I don’t know how much longer I can do it for.”

“Then we’ll leave,” Tooru said, as if it were that simple. At 16 years old, it seemed that simple. Just about everything but getting to Nationals seemed that simple. “After high school, we can leave and start over.”

Y/N slowly nodded before looking at him. “Okay,” Y/N said softly. “Start over after high school.”

Y/N didn’t wait for Tooru to start over. He graduated high school before Tooru, and he had university figured out. Yes, the train ride to Kyoto would be expensive, but Tooru would figure it out. He was already setting money aside, and Y/N hadn’t even graduated high school two days ago. But then they were in the park they met at, and Y/N wasn’t himself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Y/N said, and he forced distance between them. Whenever Tooru took a step forward, Y/N took a step back. “It’s not fair to you or to me.”

“What’s not fair?” Tooru asked, and Y/N wouldn’t look at him. He wouldn’t make eye contact with him, as if it’d hurt him. But then he looked at Tooru, and Tooru wished he hadn’t. The coldness in his eyes hurt more than not being looked at.

“Being with you,” Y/N said, and his voice was so dismissive. “It’s been going on for way too long. I can’t pretend to be in love with you anymore.”

Fear rushed through Tooru, making his fingertips buzz and his chest ache. He didn’t understand. Yesterday they had shared secret kisses as they whispered that they love each other, but now Y/N was saying this? He didn’t understand.

“It’s all been out of pity,” Y/N said. Tooru felt faint and ill and he couldn’t do this. “And liking the attention you’ve given me. None of it has ever been real.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Tooru asked, even though part of him wanted to yell that Y/N was lying. He was lying, because none of it made sense. This wasn’t him.

“Yes,” Y/N said as he sighed. “I never wanted you, and I can finally be free of you.”

“But I want you,” Tooru said, because he did. His chest had always ached with want when it came to Y/N, from the first day they met. Tears burned his eyes, but he tried to fight them off. “How can I make you want me?”

Y/N’s expression remained devoid of anything like him—compassionate, scared, hopeful. “Nothing. You can’t do anything to make me want you.”

Tooru clenched his jaw as he tried to not cry. Y/N had always been good at hiding himself, but never in front of Tooru. They’d always been open and honest with each other, especially after Y/N came out to him and Tooru realized he loved Y/N more than words could describe. This wasn’t Y/N. It wasn’t his Y/N.

“Why are you doing this?” Tooru asked, and Y/N simply tilted his head to the side as if to ask what Tooru could possibly be talking about. “Why are you breaking up with me?”

“Because I don’t love you—I don’t want you,” Y/N said. His voice was unforgiving in a way that made Tooru flinch. “I’m tired of being miserable every day because I have to pretend. I don’t want to be miserable, and I don’t want to pretend.”

That was when tears finally streamed down Tooru’s face, and he couldn’t stop them, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw or closed his eyes. His cheeks turned wet, and Y/N just stared at him. No reaction came from him, and Tooru didn’t cry harder from it, but he nearly did. He nearly completely broke down, but he had to keep some part of himself together. Even if Y/N knew he’d driven a knife into Tooru’s chest and turned it in a way he may never recover from, he couldn’t let himself fully feel that yet.

“Fine,” Tooru croaked out, his throat slowly turning raw from crying. It wasn’t loud crying by any means, but it still tore through his entire body as if to tell him he had been ruined. “We’re broken up.”

Y/N’s breath hitched so loudly Tooru could hear it, and there was a faint flicker of hope—hope that Y/N was lying. Perhaps Y/N was playing a part that Tooru knew nothing about. He wanted to scream at him, but he feared it’d make no difference. He feared fighting would only make all of it worse, and he couldn’t do that. What if fighting forced Y/N and Masaru apart? What if it forced Hajime and Y/N apart? Tooru couldn’t do that to the people he loved.

“Finally,” was all Y/N said before walking toward his house. It was so close to the park—closer than Tooru’s house. So Tooru watched him walk all the way there and into the house. His breakfast sat heavy in his stomach, some of it begging to come up his throat and onto the grass beneath his feet.

Tooru had never thought there could possibly be a world where there wasn’t him and Y/N. Maybe being in love and dating your best friend was the worst thing to do when it led to this, but Tooru knew there was no universe that he wouldn’t love Y/N. There was no universe where Y/N didn’t love him, even if Y/N said he didn’t—even if Y/N said he never did. Tooru didn’t believe it, and maybe his delusion caused him to run to Y/N’s house. He pounded on the door, and he didn’t know what he was doing—he didn’t know what he was going to say, but Y/N’s parents weren’t home, so he could talk freely.

Y/N opened the door, and he still looked so passive. Tooru shoved inside, not waiting for him to speak or invite him in. “We’re not fucking doing this,” Tooru said, and Y/N’s eyes widened a little. “We’re not breaking up when you’re the love of my life.”

“But you’re not mine, Oikawa,” Y/N said. Hearing him use Tooru’s surname stung, but he tried to ignore it. “So, we are doing this.”

“No.” Tooru grabbed Y/N’s shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, and God knows if you’re going to actually tell me right now, but you can’t seriously tell me this is what you want.” Y/N was quiet. He stared at Tooru with an annoyed expression, and Tooru couldn’t figure any of this out. “Talk to me.”

“Get out,” Y/N said as he knocked Tooru’s hands off his shoulders. “Get out of my house and leave me the fuck alone. That’s what I want.”

Tooru shook his head. “No, it’s not. I know you, and that’s not what you want.”

“You don’t know me!” Y/N yelled as he pressed a finger into Tooru’s chest, and it dug into the material so hard it’d wrinkle it and the pressure would cause a fingerprint bruise to rest there. “You may know my secrets, but you don’t know me!”

“But I do,” Tooru argued back, and he leaned into Y/N. He let the pain of his heart and chest ground him. “I know you better than I know myself.”

Y/N dropped his hand as he shook his head. “Get out.”

“Why are you lying?” Tooru asked, exasperation consuming his voice. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“Why won’t you leave?” Y/N snapped, and he took a step forward, which caused Tooru to stumble backwards slightly. “Why won’t you leave me alone when I’ve asked you to?”

“Because I don’t know how to,” Tooru admitted without hesitation.

Y/N stopped for a moment as his mouth opened slightly. He finally looked like he didn’t know what to say—like the act was finally melting away. “Have you really become so attached you don’t know how to say goodbye?” he asked, completely surprising Tooru. “Do you not know a version of you without me?”

“We’ve known each other since we were children,” Tooru said, as if reminding him. As if Y/N somehow forgot that information. “It’s inevitable for who we are to be connected to one another.”

Y/N turned away from him as he shook his head. “No,” he said, weak and wobbly. “No. I hate you. God, I hate you so much right now.”

For once in this entire fight, he didn’t sound like he fully meant it. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. It sounded as if there had been a script and he was deviating from it.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Tooru asked, far softer than he’d been speaking. “Just tell me.”

Y/N barely turned toward him, and Tooru couldn’t even see Y/N’s face, but he tried to picture the expression Y/N wore. He tried to, even though he feared it’d hurt him more. The idea of Y/N looking angry—genuinely hating him—made Tooru sick to his stomach, but he pushed that thought aside. It was all he could do.

“I can’t,” Y/N said, voice strained, and he was crying. “Just leave.”

Although he wanted to keep fighting—wanted to keep Y/N—something in Tooru paused. That urge to get him back faltered, because Y/N was crying. The boy who stayed strong for everyone else—feared that his weakness would only bring others down—was crying. Tooru had seen him cry before, but it’d been so long. It’d been so long since Y/N broke down.

“Okay,” Tooru said, even though he didn’t want to. “Okay, I will.”

It all felt robotic how he turned and left, the spring wind brushing over his face as if to tell him it would be okay. It wouldn’t be, though. It wouldn’t be okay at all, because he just possibly ended Y/N’s friendships with Iwaizumi and Masaru as well. That guilt and heartbreak would consume his entire chest until he couldn’t breathe anymore. He should’ve told Y/N to not bring them into this.

The walk to his house wasn’t far—only 20 minutes. He’d be stuck in his head for 20 minutes, and he knew it wasn’t a smart idea, but there was nowhere else to go, though. His steps were slow, because there was nothing left to him. He’d never been so drained in his entire life, and it was so bad that he didn’t even know how long he’d been walking. It’d all just been repetitive of one foot in front of the other until someone crashed into his back. Crashed into him so hard he stumbled, but the arms wrapping around him made it to where he didn’t completely fall.

“Don’t leave,” Y/N said, desperate. “Don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

Tooru took a deep breath in and let himself melt into Y/N’s embrace. “I won’t,” he breathed. “I’m staying right here.”

Y/N’s plan had been to cut off contact with everyone and disappear, because he knew his family wouldn’t support him. They’d most likely kick him out and make his life miserable, so he thought that going no contact would simplify things. To do this, he had to break up with Tooru. He had cut off all ties to everyone he loved or else they’d get caught in the crossfire.

Tooru told him he’d do whatever he had to in order for them to stay together. If that meant making up that he’d met someone new, then he’d do so. He’d do whatever Y/N needed him to do. He’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took to keep him.

Now, three years later, Tooru gets out of his car and sees Y/N sitting on the swing he once told Tooru is his. It’s the only swing that doesn’t have creaky chains, and the seat isn’t completely worn to a faded gray when it’s meant to be black. Tooru always saved it for Y/N, not interested in it if Y/N was with him. It’s strange seeing Y/N back there, sitting on a swing in their childhood park, because he looks like himself now. No longer is he playing a part he never signed up for but now plays the part made for him. He looks like the boy Tooru fell in love with.

“There you are,” Tooru says, and Y/N looks up at him. Even though there’s distance between them, Tooru sees how puffy Y/N’s eyes are from crying.

“Tooru,” Y/N says, and his voice cracks. It’s so raw and full of emotion. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

Tooru hurries to his side, knowing things will only fall apart if the distance remains. Y/N has always loved close proximity, even if they’re not touching. He’s always preferred being in person over texting, because he believes it changes the experience entirely. Quality time is so meaningful to him, and Tooru knows this.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Tooru says as he crouches in front of Y/N. He doesn’t reach out for him, letting him take his time to come to him.

“I’m so scared,” Y/N says, and his voice is soft but not a whisper. “I—I don’t know what to do.”

Then he breaks down into tears, and he leans forward to press his forehead against Tooru’s shoulder. It’s an awkward angle, but he puts an arm around Y/N to ground both of them.

“We continue on,” Tooru says as he presses his cheek against Y/N’s hair. “We deal with everything as it happens, just like we’ve always done.” He lifts his face so he can press a kiss to Y/N’s hair. “It’s the two of us against the world. It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

Y/N’s crying dies down a little, and his heart pounds so hard Tooru feels it through his chest. Tooru wants to fix all of this. He wishes he could make everything bad fade away so Y/N can breathe without fear and pain. The wind is gentle, brushing through both of their hair like a fine-tooth comb. Y/N has stopped crying, but his heart doesn’t quit beating so hard.

“I like Kenma,” Y/N whispers, but it’s loud in Tooru’s ears. He doesn’t pull away from Y/N, because he knows that’s the only way Y/N can say this.

“You like him?” he asks softly and slowly. “Romantically?”

Y/N pauses, far too long for Tooru’s liking. “Yes.”

It’s not the first time Y/N has liked someone else before, and it didn’t surprise Tooru the first time it happened either. He’s always thought of it as Y/N has so much love in his heart that he can’t just pin it down on one person. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt a little whenever it happens, because Tooru is only human. And what makes it worse is that he saw it coming. He saw Y/N’s crush on Kenma coming from a mile away.

Tooru takes a deep breath, and all he smells for a moment is Y/N’s shampoo. “Do you want to be with him?”

“I want to be with you,” Y/N says without hesitation.

That’s always been Y/N’s answer when asked that. He always says he loves Tooru and wants Tooru before wanting anyone else. He doesn’t have to say that for Tooru to say. All he needs to say is that he still loves Tooru, and Tooru will stay.

“I want to be with you too,” Tooru says, because it means more to Y/N than just saying he’s not upset. “But do you want to be with him, too?”

Y/N lets out a shaky breath, Tooru feels it against his shoulder. “Yes,” he says. “But I don’t want to be with him if it means losing you.”

Tooru pulls away, just enough for them to look each other in the eyes. Y/N reaches out and grabs at Tooru’s jacket, right over his heart, just to keep him close. “You will never lose me,” he says, and he puts a hand over Y/N’s. “I will admit that it’s hard to hear that you want to be with someone else—”

“I want to be with you,” Y/N says again, annoyance in his voice. “Don’t make it sound like we’re breaking up, because we’re not. I refuse.”

Tooru doesn’t know how to explain that this isn’t them breaking up—that he’s not sure he even knows how to do that. This is him trying to process everything as Y/N tells him, because Y/N has never said he’s wanted to be with someone else before. It’s just that it’s always been only a crush that he’s not sure where it’ll go. So Y/N’s been keeping this to himself, probably terrified of what Tooru will think—what he’ll do. So Tooru has to choose his words carefully.

“I’m not breaking up with you,” Tooru says slowly, and he hates that tears are pooling in Y/N’s eyes again. “I—I just don’t know what to do. You’ve never wanted to be with them before.”

Y/N looks away from him, but he doesn’t knock Tooru away, so Tooru’s hand squeezes Y/N’s hand, even if slightly uncomfortably. They both need the skin-to-skin contact. If they lose it, then all of this may crumble around them. Y/N will lose all the courage he has if Tooru lets go of him.

“Kenma is different,” Y/N says softly. “I don’t know how or why, but he is.”

Tooru lets the words sit with him for a moment, not saying anything because he fears the first thing coming to mind will hurt Y/N. There won’t be any comfort, because hearing that doesn’t bring any comfort to him. He knows Y/N doesn’t want this to happen. He knows that, but it’s still so hard.

“I knew you were forming a crush on him,” Tooru says, and he knows it’s not what Y/N wants to hear. He’s not sure if it’s what he needs to hear, either. “Always making comments about him with a smile on your face or hanging out with him more than you hang out with our other friends.” He pauses. “I knew. It was just easier to look the other way.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, and a sob rips through him. He leans in and presses his forehead against Tooru’s shoulder, not wanting to be seen as he cries. “I’m so sorry.”

Tooru’s other hand makes its way to Y/N’s hair, where he rests his hand for a moment before gently petting him. He doesn’t comb his fingers through Y/N’s hair—he just pets his hair in hopes it calms both of them down.

“Don’t apologize,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to the side of Y/N’s head. “You’ve done nothing wrong. This is just how you are—full of love.”

“I don’t want to be full of love if it makes us feel like this.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, because he doesn’t know what to say. This is territory they’ve never crossed before. It’s always been small crushes that they’ve laughed off after a couple weeks, but he knows this is bigger. He fears what this means, but Y/N is here in his arms. Y/N is here and concrete and saying he still loves Tooru.

They only pull away because Y/N initiates it. His crying stopped minutes ago, and there’s still panic in Y/N’s eyes, but Tooru knows it’s okay to let go of him now. He knows that now is the time for some distance, so they can breathe their own air while being next to each other.

“I love you,” Tooru says, and Y/N looks him in the eyes, even though he looks nearly broken. “I love you, and you know that. I’ve loved you since I met you when we were kids.” Y/N’s breath hitches, and Tooru fears Y/N will start crying again. “I’m not upset. I’m not angry. This is not the end of us. I just need time to process it before we truly talk about it.”

Y/N nods, but it’s not full of certainty. It’s a small nod filled with nerves. “Okay,” he says, and he chews at his bottom lip for a second. “This isn’t a break, right? Because I don’t want a break.”

“It’s not,” Tooru says, and he knows Y/N is asking because they’ve done breaks before. Never for anything like this, but for when things felt like too much. However, their breaks aren’t like normal breaks. They still lived their lives with each other, not cutting each other out. The difference is during that time they’re best friends first. Almost acting as a reminder that their relationship relies on that friendship before it relies on romance. The breaks never lasted long, though—only two months at most. That’s not what Tooru wants this time. “We’re together.”

“Okay,” Y/N says before he leans in a little, and Tooru leans in to softly kiss him. Gentle and reassuring, telling him that they’re okay. This situation here is okay. Y/N pulls away and presses a kiss to Tooru’s forehead, as if Tooru is the only one who needs reassurance.

It’s quiet for a moment, and the park is so quiet. The only time it’s been like this before was years ago, and maybe it’s a sign that the important things discussed here will have silence. They’ll have the space they need.

“They moved last year,” Y/N says, and he’s looking over Tooru’s shoulder at his old house. Tooru looks at it before getting up and sitting on the swing next to Y/N. “Do you think they miss me?”

“Yes,” Tooru says, because he knows Y/N’s family. None of them are inherently cruel people, but they aren’t accepting. They wouldn’t be who Y/N needs in his life, and it’s okay that Y/N cut off contact. Tooru will never judge him for it, because that’s what Y/N needed and he’ll stand behind him in that. “But I don’t think it matters.”

Y/N is quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t miss me if I were them. The way I left still feels so cruel—a letter saying goodbye and that I’m okay. It’s still a miracle they didn’t contact the police or try going after me like I feared they would.” He chuckles, but it’s sad and airy. “I feel like I messed up.”

“You didn’t,” Tooru says without hesitation. Y/N looks away from the house and at Tooru. “You did what you had to, Y/N. I will always be here to remind you of that and remind you that you’re a good person, because I know you think you’re not. I know you think that you’ve caused so much pain that you can’t be good, but that’s not true. You are good—you’re the best person I know.”

Y/N looks down at the ground, and the creaky swings are the only thing heard between them. “This wasn’t how I planned on coming out.” Tooru watches Y/N start crying again. “I—I don’t know how I planned to come out, but not like this—not with a photo from high school and someone telling the world for me.”

He looks at Tooru, and how much pain he’s in rips Tooru in half.

“We’re going to get everything sorted,” Tooru says, because that’s what matters. Y/N needs to know that this isn’t the end of the world—he will be okay. “It’s just going to take some time, but everything will get sorted out.”

Y/N slowly nods. “Okay.” He looks at Tooru. “Where do we go from here?” Tooru tilts his head a little. “Do we go home? Or do we go somewhere else?”

“That’s up to you.”

Y/N looks at the sky, which is so cloudy but beautiful. Tooru can’t look away from Y/N, though. Something that he’s always struggled with is that he’s never been able to look away from Y/N.

“I can’t… I can’t face anyone right now—or anyone but you and Masaru, maybe Hajime as well,” Y/N says, and he shakes his head. “I don’t know. I—I don’t know what to do. I just feel so lost.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Tooru asks, which may be the silliest question for some people. However, he knows Y/N. He knows Y/N will forget to care for himself when the world crashes around him. Y/N would rather save those around him than save himself, and Tooru has always loved him for it, even if it hurts him just a little.

“I… I don’t know?” Y/N says as he looks at Tooru. “I think I may have had breakfast at the hotel this morning, but I don’t remember.”

Tooru stands up and turns to Y/N. “Then let’s get something to eat. We’ll figure out our next move after,” he says, and he extends his hand to Y/N, who looks up at him with fond yet sad eyes. Tooru wants Y/N to pull him down and kiss him. “You ready?”

Y/N looks at Tooru’s hand before back at Tooru’s face, searching for anything that’s off. Tooru doesn’t move. He just holds his hand out for Y/N to take when he’s ready. When the muscles in Y/N’s body slowly loosen, Tooru knows everything is catching up. The reality is that this moment is okay. They are okay. There’s no reason to be scared, because Tooru is here to stay, no matter what.

Y/N slowly nods as he takes Tooru’s hand, and Tooru has always believed their hands were made perfectly for each other. He’s always believed every aspect of their beings was made for each other—soulmates who found each other early on.

“Yeah,” Y/N says, and it’s the most confident he’s sounded the entire conversation. “But let’s get takeout and eat it in the hotel room.”

Tooru grins as he nods. “Of course,” he says as he pulls Y/N up, and their bodies press against each other. “As long as I get a kiss.”

Y/N’s smile is breathtaking, as it always is, and his kisses are even more so. Tooru can’t breathe, but this time it’s a good thing. This time it’s because Y/N loves him so much, and he loves him so much in return.

Tooru glances at Y/N’s empty childhood home as they walk to the car. Part of him wishes for Y/N’s family to find out and to welcome him with open arms. They’d forgive the years of no contact because they’d understand why he did it. However, he knows them, even if they’ve not spoken in a while. Although he’d been a constant at family dinners growing up, he wasn’t a constant without Y/N. Yes, he is as much to blame as they were for their loss of contact, but he doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t regret it, because he knows that they will never welcome Y/N with open arms. They will never see Y/N as their son, and Tooru wants nothing to do with people who treat his boyfriend that way.

He knows that Y/N is happier with the family they’ve collected over the years. Sugawara is similar to an annoying brother-in-law who cares for them both but will always pick Y/N first. Daichi, who came along with Sugawara, is the person to bring them back to reality. The boy next door or maybe even cousin if he truly needs a title, but Tooru believes Daichi to just be Daichi, and that makes sense to those who matter. Iwaizumi and Masaru have always been their family, from the very beginning to now.

Then there’s the people they’ve only known for a couple months, but they’ve grown into something that resembles a family—a slightly dysfunctional one. Tooru knows Y/N wouldn’t change it for the world, though. He knows Y/N is grateful for these people and for more than just being part of his film.

Tooru looks away from the empty house, and there’s no longer any sadness when it comes to that part of their old life, because they’ve made a new one. They’ve made one full of love and acceptance, and that’s what they both need right now—Y/N more than him.

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts

Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

All male readers paired with male characters.

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Art not mine, created by Rhyme with Rachel.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work!

Unlikely Partner

Sugawara Koushi x Male!Reader

Summary: Meet the unlikely partner of Sugawara

Brother

Tsukishima Kei x Male Reader

Summary: You were Kiyoko’s younger brother, and somehow you ended up with the not so lovable Tsukishima Kei, what would happen as the team learns of your relationship?

The Setter’s Boyfriend

Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader

Summary: Kageyama has a boyfriend, though the team don’t really believe him

Taken Man

Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader

Summary: Kageyama found himself in a predicament, he doesn't know how to say he's a taken man.

headphones

Kuroo x top!male!Reader

Summary: in which pornstar kuroo accidentally walks in on his shy roommate jerking off and can't seem to look away

Size Kink

Ushijima Wakatoshi x male!Reader

Kuroo x intelligent himbo!Reader

Nishinoya x tall!male!Reader

to have iwaizumi's love

iwaizumi hajime x chubby!m!reader

Some Smut

summary: iwaizumi really just thinks you're a great catch. the saying 'many fish in the sea' stops at you because he loves you, including your body—maybe especially your body ;)

Everybody Talks

Iwazumi Hajime x male!Reader

3 Parts

Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

Oikawa x femboy reader

ITS FEMBOY FRIDAY.

bokuto, nishinoya & tendou x male! reader

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astrozuya · 2 years

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₊˚. PINK IN THE NIGHT, oikawa tooru x male!reader

why 11:11 pm is the worst time to have your first kiss.

a boy with fluffy brown hair leans against a slide, shivering and rubbing his hands together for warmth, humming softly under his breath.

approaching him is a boy around the same age, annoyance painted over his features as he glares at the brown haired boy. "why'd you call me out here this late, oikawa ?? it's so cold!"

"yo, [name]-chan." oikawa waves, tilting his head to the right and grinning at the boy in front of him. "you wanted to go on the swings, right? but there were a lot of people in the park earlier, and all the swings were full, and we didn't really get to play properly- the one time we actually got to sit on the swings, only one was free so you had to sit on my lap, and that was uncomfortable, right? now there's no one here so we can swing as much as we want!!"

[name]'s glare falters, expression torn between amazement and frustration. "so you called me out at 11 pm?? my parents will kill me if they find out i'm here alone at night. yours will too!!"

oikawa huffs, grabbing [name]'s hand and pulling him up to his feet. "we'll just run away together then," he says nonchalantly. "we're twelve, that's gotta be old enough to start having some fun, yeah? plus, you're not alone. i'm here. i'll protect you from any weirdos who come near us."

[name] sighs, giving in to oikawa, trying to ignore the soft touch of his friend's fingers wrapped around his wrist. "fine. but you called me out here, so you've gotta give me your hoodie, or i'll freeze."

oikawa pulls it off, sliding it over [name]'s head and arms. "now i'll freeze, but it's okay. see how manly and romantic i am, [name]?"

"nothing romantic about a hoodie with a dumb alien on it," [name] scoffs, hoping tooru can't hear how fast his heart's beating.

oikawa's grip around his wrist tightens, pulling the other boy over to the swings.

they sit down side by side, not saying anything for a while, occasionally sneaking nervous glances at each other. the air's heavy with something they can't quite explain, and the only sounds are the gentle rustle of tree branches swaying in the night breeze, and sneakers hitting the ground as the two swing themselves back and forth.

oikawa's the first to break the silence, clearing his throat awkwardly as he holds onto the swing chains with sweaty palms. "isn't this much better than having to sit on my lap while we swing??"

[name] sighs, turning his face away from the other boy as he mumbles,

"i kinda liked it."

"i kinda like you."

the words slip out before oikawa can stop them. he freezes, eyes widening. both their hearts beat faster in sync as oikawa swallows nervously. his lips are dry. why are his lips so dry?? his mouth parts, closes, then parts again.

the two stare at each other, anxiety and something else shimmering in their eyes. they wait for the other to laugh, giggle, anything to lighten the mood- anything to turn this into a joke, just light-hearted teasing between friends.

for once, there's nothing teasing in oikawa's eyes; only a question, mirrored in [name]'s own.

there's a question glistening in their eyes, and they don't know what'll happen if they try and answer it.

they don't like not knowing.

their bodies move in sync as they both lean over and touch lips.

as far as first kisses go, this one definitely doesn't fit how [name] pictured his.

it's fine, though, because it's tooru. being with him feels right; years of memories held in his familiar touch, even as every single nerve in his body tingles with the excitement that comes from the unknown.

oikawa's lips taste of strawberries and winter, icy coldness creeping over the soft skin of [name]'s lips. it's awkward, cold, messy, far from perfect. he wouldn't ever ask for anything else. he wants this. this is all he'll ever want. is it okay for him to have this?

as if answering [name]'s question, oikawa pulls away, bringing a hand up to his lips, brushing against it gently, then quickly closing the distance and pecking [name]'s cheek.

they're sitting in silence once again, eyes glued to the moon overhead, bathing them in a soft white light.

oikawa scuffs his shoe against the ground.

[name] bites his lip.

"hey."

"i'm not going to start calling you darling or anything."

"cool."

"yeah."

and now they do burst into giggles, heads tilted back as they swing themselves as high as they can go.

ah, this is why 11:11 pm is the worst time to have your first kiss.

because you're sitting on a swing next to a beautiful boy at an abandoned park at 11:11 pm on a thursday night, and you're trying not to fall in love with him, and you're falling in love with him, and you shouldn't be, you shouldn't even want to, but you do, and you can't change that, and its scary and exhilarating and tender and exciting and your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest, and your question's been answered but now you have a thousand more, and worst of all, you can still taste the bitterness of winter and the painful sharpness of first love on your lips.

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months

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Something that I find interesting about Oikawa is that he would be so observant when it came to you, not even a hawk could rival him.

I imagine him to be quite the pest when he's around you - always making some comment, stealing your things and dangling them somewhere where he knows you can't reach, just overall making all the little things in life that much more difficult. Why? Because he's bored and you happen to have the misfortune of being his favorite person ever. That's why!

But Oikawa takes mental notes, sometimes actual ones too. He probably has several notebooks dedicated to you and you wouldn't ever have a clue. He oozes with both natural charisma and childishness, which makes him a double threat. It is very easy for him to shift these two moods especially when the time calls for it. He sees the way you react because your reactions are important to him.

You are important to him.

That's why he makes sure to stay close to you as much as he possibly can, scaring off any potential threat regardless of sex. He may be a bit softer towards the girls who surround him but he always makes sure to let them down, to tell him that he's spoken for.

You just have no idea that it's you he's talking about.

Oikawa is used to success. But he also understands what it feels like to lose. That's why he does not have the courage to come clean to you. He can't help but to feel a little frustrated with you because, well, how dare you? How dare you exist there and be all cute? It's even worse when other people take notice and they actually have the courage to approach you, which just makes him want to knock their teeth out.

Oikawa is a pest. But in his way, that's his love language. He can be sweet, don't get me wrong! But messing with you is just too fun.

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intln · 28 days

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AT HIS FEET : bully oikawa

nsfw under read more

SKETCH INFO : gn reader, smut, bootriding, bullying, technical voyeurism (oikawa knows issei is there..), kissing, slapping, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, dom oikawa, oral, consented recording， mentioned power imbalance, petnames ( little crow, slut ), degradation, bully oikawa, facefucking, college au/timeskip

nsfw/end divs by : cafekitsune !!!!

s : he was awful, you didn't even want iwa!

"dont be so.. mean.." You cried on your knees in front of him with your head hung, knowing it would be embarrassing for him to see you. your hands shaking in your lap at every tap of his shoes against the floor. he looked down at you with a soft smile, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. "im being mean? Oh yn, you've got it all wrong!" oikawa laughed, his eyes going back to staring at his phone. you grabbed his knee and raised your head. "i didnt kiss him!" you whined, placing your head on his knees. his hand immediately grasped your hair as he put his phone down, looking down at you as if you had done something wrong. "why not beg for me to believe you?" he said, bending his once straight back to kiss you. "actually, what you can do is ride my shoe!" he smiled, his eyes drifting down to your surprised expression. "You dont have to use your pretty little head for something like this." he whispered, tapping your head. his facial expression changing quicker than you expected it to. "waah.. kawa.. so mean, " you whimpered, tears running down your face as you began to hump his shoe, whining in a mix of pleasure and pain. your hands clutching your shirt while you listened to him talk,

"You're so stupid, it's so cute," he giggled. You could hear the sound of him taking a picture of your tear ridden face. "What if i sent this to the whole school?" he asked, placing his hand on his thigh. "Wait.. please!." You gasped, grinding harder as he shook his foot underneath you. the feeling of his shoe against your barely covered crotch had you reeling. he wanted you to beg for him to touch you. you began to choke on your sobs, "i.. gunna cum, kawa. so close" but he payed no mind to your warning while he untied his shorts, dipping his hand into his underwear. "hold on, stay still ynie" he sighed, you were getting too quiet. "kawa.. " you sniffled, your chest visibly moving as began to cry again "keep crying, slut." oikawa glared, squeezing the fat of your cheeks together. you hiccuped as he stood up "c'mon.. suck me off" he smiled, tapping his cock against your cheek. you stuck your tongue out, giving him access to everything, he placed his hand on your head and pushed you down. the sound of your gagging made him laugh, "everyone is gonna see this.." he said, pulling out and doing it again. you began to cry even more, placing your hands on his thighs, incoherent cries came out of your stuffed mouth as he continued to use you to his liking.

"You.. you're so annoying- uhn.." oikawa moaned, throwing his head back, the hand that was in your hair slapped you softly. "Swirl your tongue, you know what to do." he demanded, annoyed. you wanted him to listen and forgive you, You wanted to cum, he was so mean to you. "Hey! less crying, more sucking." he whined, slapping you harder than before. you closed your eyes and sniffled, trying to do everything he asked you to. he gave up on telling you anything and took it into his hands, fucking your face until you scrambled to get away. "uuhg fuck" You coughed, finally able to breathe. "i tell you this all the time. breathe through your nose!" he slurred, shoving your head back down. as the camera focused, it showcased the tears rolling down your face as you tried to breathe and the way you struggled to suck him off correctly. " you're pathetic. " oikawa grumbled, pushing you away. "i always gotta do the work myself, hum?" he asked, audibly upset. "m' sowwy. i really am, " you sputtered, looking up at him with glossed and fogged over eyes. he threw his phone behind him after he had stopped recording to fuck his own hand. "can't even get proper head.. even mad dog does a better job than you!" he groaned, throwing his head back as he got himself off. his strokes got faster, curses spewing out of his mouth before he painted your face. "ugh, you're beautiful like this, but you aren't good at anything." you shook your head at his mean words, trying to convince him that you weren't useless." i can do somethin i promise, kawa!.." you cried, hands coming up to wipe your tears. "dont touch! let me take a few pictures.. 'kay?" he smirked, watching it drip down your face and onto your chest. He picked his phone back up and took a few close ups of your face, kissing you in the midst of two of them. "see, you're much better when you're quiet like this, like the little mutt you are." oikawa sighed. he picked his shorts up and grabbed his stuff, patting your head. "see ya, slut." he said, walking out of your room, making a dramatic exit. "toru, you bastard.. hic" your breath shook as you wiped your face off, struggling to think. you could still hear him, as quiet as he tried to be, talking to somebody unimportant.

he was too mean, but you liked it.

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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oikawa's love language is words.

by that, i don't mean just words of affirmation, adoration, or the like. sure, he's incredibly vocal about his love for you, calling you by the most annoying yet tooth-rottingly sweet nicknames (like sugarplum, honeybun, cupcake, snickerdoodle cookie, pumpkin, shortcake.... i'm sensing a pattern here...) just to — with a completely straight face — tell you how much he adores you and how absolutely perfect you look and how lucky he is to have you in the most embarrassingly adorable way possible (it always leaves you burning red hot in the end and infuriated by his stupid little handsome face not even being affected)

by that, i mean just talking to you in general. he's always put up a front for everyone else so that they can't see how he really feels or get any sense of his real thoughts. but when he's with you, all his walls fall down and leave him bare to your soul. complete authenticity fills every word that leaves his mouth because he knows he can trust you with his life and he knows that you will still care for him regardless of him being "perfect". the moments he talks to you are the moments he feels the most sincere love for you for accepting him as is and allowing him to feel freer than ever. he'd tell you about the mundane details of his day — how heavy the traffic was, the little kid who accidentally hit her own head with her slinky spring, the stupid things he overheard a group of teens talk about — just so he has another reason to speak to you.

inspired by a tumblr post my friend sent me a pic of.

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bonez-and-gutz · 4 months

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hands tied | sub! bottom! oikawa tooru x gn! dom! reader

once again, not a request but a thing i wrote in english bc my friend told me to 😁

warnings: fuck machine, overstimulation, dacryphilia, bottom oikawa tooru, hand jobs, dom! reader

The whirr of a machine fills the previously silent room, loud squelches accompany it. On the king sized mattress lies Tooru, on his hands and knees. Well, more like his knees and shoulders. His hands lie at the small of his back, bound with silky black rope, hips pressed up in the air, and his face buried in the light grey sheets.

Behind him, a fuck machine works away, a girthy dildo attached to the end. It pistons in and out of Tooru, hitting his prostate directly.

“Hnnnnggg,” he whines out, trying to move away from the stimulation. Black matching ropes keep his ankles tied to the bedpost, leaving the brunette unable to squirm away. As the machine thrusts, his erect dick swings under him. A string of pre-cum connects the reddened tip to the small pool of cum left from his previous orgasms.

“Oh, look at you, Tooru. So pretty for me,” you coo, reaching out to stroke one finger across the shaft of his cock. His hips jolt at the touch as he whimpers.

“Nooooooo, I can’t! S’too much,” he cries out as he turns his face to look at you. You remove your finger from his swollen cock and move it up to his hair.

“Yes, you can. You can take it real nice for me. Can’t you, baby?” You scratch your fingers through his hair and he relaxes the slightest bit into the touch.

“Too much,” he responds, his eyes glassy as he looks up at you.

“Good,” you punctuate the phrase by wrapping your fingers into his hair and yanking hard.

“Fuckkk!” Tooru moans out, eyes closing as you lift his head. You hold him there for a few seconds, waiting for his response.

“Please! No more! I can’t,” he begs, opening his eyes and staring straight into yours.

“Wrong answer,” you finish. Letting go of his hair, his head flops back onto the bed as you move to turn up the speed of the fuck machine.

The previously intense setting is upped by a faster one and you add more lube directly onto Tooru’s hole, the cold makes his shiver. With lube now dripping down his ass and the seam of his balls, you sit back and watch.

The dildo disappears and reappears fast, the silicone made to have a perfect curve designed to hit Tooru’s prostate on every thrust. The sheets under his dick are soiled with cum and more pours out of his cock. The ones under his head are soaked with tears, from both pleasure and overstimulation. The muscle in his arms bulges out as he strains against the ropes that keep him bound, his feet shift and toes curl as his legs struggle with the black rope. His mouth is open wide, drool joining the wet spot by his face as he moans, high pitched and loud.

It’s then that you notice the way his hips twitch, the muscles in his thighs contract. You recognize his body’s behavior: he’s going to cum.

“Come on baby, you can do it. It’s your last one, you’ve been so good for me,” you coo out, running a hand over the curve of his asscheek. Your hand trails down, lightly tracing his perineum before cupping his balls in your palm and lightly squeezing. His hips thrust into the touch as you finally, finally, move your hand to grip his dick.

With firm, fast strokes, you jerk him off and he screams.

“Fuuuuck!! Shit! Please, I’m cumming, please, please, please, please,” he pleads, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he gazes at you with pure need.

“Let go, baby,” you command with finality, and Tooru listens. Oh, does he listen.

His back arches in the air as he shoves back onto the dildo, trying to figure out if he wants to grind back into the dildo or fuck into your hand.

With a full body twitch, he comes beautifully. Back arched, eyes wide and unseeing, face flushed, and cock kicking.

He cums and cums, spilling out over the bed and your hand for the final time.

It wracks his body to the point that he goes limp from exertion.

You take your hand off his cock and stroke his hair.

“Good boy, you did so good for me, Tooru.”

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anystalker707 · 1 year

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Read before requesting

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Meet the author

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Includes: ⋆ HAIKYUU!! ♡ CREEPYPASTA ☽ JUJUTSU KAISEN ᯓ★DUNE

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lyomeii · 10 months

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better together

❀ warnings: yandere theme (but slightly), obsession, someone else flirt with the reader, jealous oikawa.

❀ request by anon! Can I ask for a Yandere Oikawa fanfiction? *no cheating* thank you

❀ a/n: I loved writing this for tooru! he is one the character that wrote a lot back when i used to write back on twitter, so it’s make me quite happy to someone to request him. and I have decided to write a small fanfic instead of the usual headcanons because why not?

maybe agreeing to hanging out with oikawa wasn’t a bad decision, regardless of he choosing to visit an observatory, the boy paid for the dinner earlier. so, why not sticking around to get know him better?

“are you enjoying it?” his voice brought you back to reality. how long have you spacing out while looking to the fish’s aquarium? he was probably talking about something important.

feeling his hands into yours is a reminder that oikawa might be disappointed that you failed to hear whatever he was talking about. that’s is really bad for a first date, you don’t want to lose this opportunity.

you nodded, “yep.” the small smile in your lips is way more than enough to make his day better. “i never being to an aquarium before, so thanks for bringing me here.”

“I’m glad to hear it, [name].” he replied.

soon, the silence took over them. it might a little awkward between the two, but oikawa feel it’s better to stay like this than ruining the mood between the person that he wants to know more. continuing to hold your hand, the brown haired boy showed you the rest of the aquarium, at least, his favorite parts.

one place that call your attention is the souvenir shop, where many things are in sell. candies, clothes, plushies and other stuffs that you are looking forward to buy to him. maybe an otter plush will suit him.

“I’m buying this for you.” you said, handing him the small plush as you paid at the cashier. while a smile is on your face, oikawa is quite surprised by how you just got him something so cute as this plush, but he also quite disappointed in himself, after all, he was the one to supposed to buy cute things to you.

after staring at his new gift, oikawa let a small giggle of his lips, he is both impressive and happy with the way you act with him. none of his previous dates ever got him something like this! his friends were right, you are indeed a small box full of surprises just ready to be open.

“thanks, [name].” he smiled, feeling the soft texture of the plushy in his hand is a reminder that he will ask you out more after. “do you want to go home already?”

you smile and hold his hand once again, ready to leave the aquarium with oikawa at your side. you definitely will let him take you out in more dates like this, especially if you could more gifts to him.

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remuswriting · 7 months

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m!reader reacting to them updating their pfps on twitter (+ them reacting to him)

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu

Note: they are in a poly relationship :) (Also the formatting is atrocious because I never do these)

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translytherins · 11 months

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*[Y/n] and Oikawa getting surrounded by Oikawa's fangirls*

[Y/n]: Oikawa-senpai! We're surrounded! What do we do!?!

Oikawa: Quick! Take my hand!

[Y/n] *holds Oikawa's hand*: Now what?

Oikawa: Nothing! I just wanted to hold your hand! (UwU)

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Fangirls

Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

Oikawa Toru X Reader (Platonic)

**Genre: Angstish/ Fluff???

**Warning(s): bullying

**Reader is Fem/GN (ish)

**Key: Talking; You, Iwaizumi

You’d been in the same class as Oikawa since middle school. You two were polar opposites in every way. You were introverted and pessimistic while Oikawa was extraverted and optimistic . You were always dressed in black, while Oikawa was very colorful. He was athletic and you were not. Anything you two could be opposites about you were. So how did you ever end up friends with him? Well let’s just say you were sure your teachers absolutely loved torturing you. It all started back in middle school with you two being paired together for a project. It didn’t stop there though, it seemed after that your teachers were always finding a reason to have you two work together. This little thing carried over into high school. Now after being paired together so much you were bound to become friends. You ended up really liking his company and you realized there was way more to him than just his pretty setter “fame”. Now being friends with Oikawa meant Iwaizumi as well. They were a package deal. Now though you and Iwaizumi had more in common then you and Oikawa (i.e. you both liked the same music, similar movies, and had similar color palettes for dressing) you two were still pretty close to opposites. The three of you were really close and you quite liked hanging out with them. Having weekend movie marathons at Oikawa’s house binging the Godzilla movies or Alien Documentaries were some of your favorite memories. You though not one to care much about sports found yourself at there games more and more until you were always there at every game. You quite enjoyed seeing them two play the chemistry on the court was phenomenal and way different from them normally. Now what most people didn’t realize was just how hard being friends with them was. Why? Well once you guys hit high school Oikawa had fans popping up left and right. By second year he had a whole fan club. He quite liked his fans but he never saw the dark side. You were normally bullied not a lot but some back in middle school for being weird, dark, different. Now though, his fan girls were ruthless. It started small but when you seemed unbothered it quickly became physical. They’re push you or shove you or trip you just because you were friends with Oikawa. They would constantly harass you. It was getting really bad, but you didn’t want to ruin your friend’s happiness so you stuck it out. Until one day… The girls had caught you on your way to the gym and like usual were braiding you about why you’re not good enough to be around Oikawa. As you tried to walk past one girl shoved you and when you didn’t fall a second girl shoved you again causing you to fall. While they did this they continued hurling insults until they heard a voice. “Get out of here now and leave her the HELL alone.” Terrified the girls fled without another word. You sat there looking down at the ground. “Please don’t tell him.” Iwaizumi offered you his hand helping you up. “Why? You don’t deserve that.” “He deserves to be happy.” Frustration lacked in Iwaizumi’s voice as he said “So do you. He deserves to know.”After a bit more arguing you agree to tell Oikawa everything. You two stood there looking at each other in since when Iwaizumi finally spoke again. “Um… by the way, what they said… you know it’s not true right. You’re the most beautiful person I know.” “Iwa… I can I be honest?” “Sure.” “I don’t want to ruin our friendship dynamic but I have feelings for you.” “Really?” “Yes. I know a lot of people were expecting me to fall for ‘Shittykawa’ but it’s you.” “Funny enough… I like you too.” You two ended up starting to date not long after that and Oikawa did not take the news well. “WHAT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE DATING NOW I HAVE TO THIRD WHEEL ALL OUR HANG OUTS!!”Though he wined a lot he was the most supportive of the relationship and thought how he couldn’t wait to be the best man at your wedding someday. He was happy for the two of you because you both deserve the world.

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nuvoloso · 1 year

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Captain's Quarrels

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

I've been sitting on the idea of Oikawa falling for the so-called 'heartbreaker' of the school, the guy to avoid at all costs unless you wanted to end up hurt, at least according to everyone he knew.

These guys, ~~, usually mean a switch in view or time passing, it's more obvious as it goes.

Word count: 3,802

It was lunch at Aoba Johsai, and y/n had decided to sit with his team instead of by himself like he usually did. What he immediately noticed was that the cafeteria was far too loud, and the people where obnoxious; it reminded him of why he always sat outside by the field.

But, he was trying to be more social in an attempt to maybe sully some of the rumors going around about him. He was a naturally flirty person, and not one to change his whole personality to fit what others wanted him to be. So, he found himself being spoken about around the school as something like a playboy.

Truthfully, he hadn't had many partners during his life so far. He was a third-year in school and he'd had a few short-term relationships but nothing more than that. He always felt like people came to him just because of the way he looked, not because of anything else, so he would playfully flirt with them but not have it go anywhere.

He looked around the cafeteria as he ate, noticing the different groups of people gathered, some stealing glances his way, others doing their best to avoid him. One group was making quite a bit more noise than the others, though y/n couldn't figure out who they were just by looking at them.

Lightly elbowing one of his team mates he asked, "Who're they?" His teammate looked a bit surprised to have received the question.

"You seriously don't know? That's the volleyball team, don't you pay attention to anything else here besides our club?" Y/n shrugged off the slight insult. He watched them for another moment, one of them catching his gaze. Y/n panicked a bit, he hadn't meant to make eye contact with any of them, so he just played it like he always did.

He cracked a smile at him, even going so far as to offer him a wink before turning back to his team to finish eating his food. He didn't think about it again, he did the same routine to girls all the time to get them off his back for a few minutes. His teammates that had noticed chided him, but he ignored it.

As lunch concluded, y/n got up to head back to class but he was blocked before he could get very far. It wasn't the guy he had winked at, but rather someone who looked much tougher. He had spiky near-black hair, and green eyes that pierced his own.

"I know who you are." The stranger said. "And I don't need you messing with my captain's head, winking at him and shit." Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, curious to what the other's reaction had been when he'd winked at him.

"Hey, I've got no intention of messing up your captain. He just caught my eye and I thought I'd give him a gift since he's so pretty." The corner of y/n's mouth lifting into a smirk. The stranger frowned.

"You just play with people's feelings, and Oikawa doesn't need or deserve that. Leave him alone." The stranger didn't give y/n a chance to reply as he took off towards where this 'Oikawa' guy was waiting for him by the doors.

Oikawa's eyes met y/n's again, but only briefly before the stranger dragged him through the doors and away from y/n.

Oikawa didn't understand what was going on. The hottest guy he'd ever laid his eyes on had been looking at him during lunch, and Iwa wasn't even letting him talk to the guy! Instead, Iwa had gone to talk to him, though it didn't seem like a very friendly conversation.

"Why are you being so...protective?" Oikawa asked his friend, who had dragged him out of the cafeteria only moments earlier.

"Because," Iwaizumi replied, "He only plays with feelings, and you were his next victim. I was making sure he wouldn't go after you." Oikawa stopped in his tracks, shock plastered on his face.

"You mean to tell me, that you stopped the hottest person in our school from talking to me?? What is wrong with you!" He was actually a bit angry, Iwa had known about his thoughts about the captain of the soccer team for quite a while.

He had never talked to the other captain, but he saw him often both during school and in passing after or before practices. He was easily one of the most attractive people in their school, but that wasn't the only thing that held his captivation. Whenever he saw the captain during practices, he looked happy, happier than whenever he was talking to the girls that swarmed him or to the other boys he flirted with. He could also see the pride the captain felt whenever he played, the seriousness with which he directed the team.

Iwaizumi took his time coming up with a response. "You don't deserve to get played with, Oikawa. I know you like him, and you think things will be different since its you, but I know you'll end up hurt if you go after him." He offered no more explanation, and Oikawa thought about what he'd said.

Sure, he had heard the rumors about the soccer captain and the games he played with his admirers, but Oikawa was determined that things would be different with him. Not just because he was way better than everyone else that tried to pursue him, but also because he understood how it felt to have people obsess over him because of his looks. He thought that because they were similar in that sense, that maybe he'd be able to get to know the real captain.

Their classes came and went, the school day coming to an end. Oikawa's teammates had been quick to leave class and head off to practice, usually Oikawa being the same way, but today he decided to take his time. Unfortunately, y/n wasn't in his class. But, he was in the class next door, which meant if Oikawa timed things right, they'd walk out to where the gyms and soccer field were at the same time. If everything went to plan, Oikawa would have a chance to talk to the captain and maybe get to know him.

As he left his classroom, Oikawa looked around the hallways, greeting his friends as they passed him, though not seeing the one he had hoped too. He was about to start heading down the stairs towards the main doors, when a voice greeted him from his left.

"You look lost. You need some help finding the gym?" Oikawa swiveled his head towards the velvety voice and found y/n smirking at him. Oikawa's stomach fluttered a bit, being so close and finally hearing the voice of the person he'd watched for so long. "You just gonna stare at me or are we going to have a conversation?" He asked, snapping Oikawa back into reality.

"Ah, sorry. I guess I just got...distracted. You're headed outside right?" Y/n nodded, and they started down the stairs together. "So," Oikawa started, "You're the captain of the soccer team, yeah?"

Y/n smiled, his eyes only set ahead of him. "Yeah, same for you right, in volleyball?" Oikawa nodded. There was a moment of silence as they walked before y/n spoke again. "Why'd you wait for me? I always see you walking with that bold guy." Oikawa took notice of his word choice, he always saw him with Iwa? Oikawa thought today was the first time he'd noticed him.

He did his best to reply smoothly, though it was hard for him to keep his composure explaining why he wanted to walk with the other. "I just thought that we should get to know each other, since we're captains." He added quickly. Y/n eyed him carefully, the usual playful flirt missing from his gaze if only for a second.

"Your bold friend wouldn't like that. He chewed me out earlier for just looking at you, are you guys dating or something?" Oikawa nearly choked on his own saliva; date Iwa? He couldn't picture it.

"No, no, Iwaizumi and I could only be good friends, we established that a while ago. He's just protective, I guess. He's heard some stuff about you..."

Y/n laughed, interrupting Oikawa's train of thought. "Of course he has, nearly everyone has. So let me ask you again, why did you wait for me?" Oikawa didn't know what to say. He didn't want to just outright tell him that he liked him, he thought it would come off shallow. But he wasn't sure what else to say. "I see." Y/n said during Oikawa's silence. "You like making your friends and fans jealous."

Oikawa laughed, "Well I mean yes of course I do-"

"And that's why you wanted to talk to me. The incredible volleyball captain was going to play with the attention of the school's heartbreaker, so his fans would have a show." Y/n stated, his tone holding slightly more malice than it had earlier.

As soon as he said it, Oikawa realized how he'd sounded in his response. "No, wait that's not what I meant. I just,"

"No, it's ok. I get it, to prove to your fans that you know how to play the game as well as I do, you go behind your friend's back and do the very thing he told you not to. I guess I'm the one who got played this time, I thought for a second you actually wanted to be friends." They had made it outside when y/n had made his statement, his expression more tired than anything else.

"Y/n, please that's not how I meant it!" Oikawa tried, but y/n had turned away from him and was heading towards the soccer field.

"I'll leave you alone, Oikawa. Just do me the courtesy of the same." He called back, afterwards breaking into a jog so Oikawa didn't have a chance to say anything else.

He cursed himself as he watched y/n jog away from him, he was careless. He should've known y/n would be curious as to why Oikawa bothered to wait for him, he should've said something instead of staying quiet like an idiot. Frustrated, he made his way to the volleyball gym where he knew his team would be waiting for him, upset at his tardiness.

"There you are, where the hell have you been? I didn't think you could walk so slowly!" Iwa scolded him, but Oikawa just rolled his eyes. He wasn't up for Iwa's shit right now, after all it was kind of his fault that things went so south earlier. If he hadn't talked to y/n during lunch, Oikawa might have had a better chance. "Oi what's wrong?" Iwa asked, but again Oikawa ignored him and went to the locker room to get changed.

Throughout the practice, Oikawa's sets were off and he couldn't rile up the team like he usually did. He couldn't help but feel that he had to make things right with y/n. When practice finally ended, Oikawa was the first one out of the building, and instead of heading towards the gates to the school, he went off towards the soccer field. Several of his teammates had called out to him, asking what he was doing or where he was going, but he didn't answer them.

As he approached the soccer field, he saw that they too were wrapping up practice, everyone putting their jackets on and moving their equipment into a nearby shed. Everyone, that was, except for y/n who was currently talking to their coach, still dressed in workout clothes. It had looked like the coach wasn't much a fan of whatever y/n was saying, but he eventually gave in and left the field with the rest of the team. Y/n remained with a few soccer balls and other equipment, continuing his practice.

Oikawa decided to wait until he was noticed, not wanting to interrupt y/n while he was so focused, but after fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure it was going to happen. Y/n had just been taking shots on goal, not breaking until he was satisfied with what he had done. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he approached the sideline to take a break, then noticing Oikawa's presence. He stopped before reaching the sideline, confusion playing on his features.

"Uh, hey." Oikawa sputtered out, slightly embarrassed.

"How long have you been standing there?" Y/n asked.

"Longer than I should've without saying something, that's for sure." He replied. "Would you hear me out for just a minute? I want to apologize for earlier."

Y/n didn't look enthusiastic, but there wasn't much he could do to get away from the situation. If he just up and left the field as it was right now he'd get chewed out by his coach for leaving equipment out, and he'd never be allowed to stay late again.

"I didn't wait for you after class because I wanted to make my friends or 'fans' jealous, I wanted to talk to you." Oikawa said, putting as much conviction into his words as he could manage. "My friend, Iwaizumi, had said that you were bad news, but I've known about you for a while." He confessed, "I know people are obsessed with you because of your looks and your position as captain of a team, and I understand how annoying that can be. That's why I wanted to talk to you, I wanted you to know that not everybody is like that...I guess."

Y/n watched him while he spoke, it was obvious he was trying to figure out if Oikawa was just talking to talk or if he meant it.

"You know you'll have to do a lot more than just talk to get me to even somewhat trust you." Y/n said, Oikawa immediately nodding.

"Of course. But you'll have to do the same, I know how you treat most people." Y/n was hesitant, but slowly agreed to his terms. "Ok, cool. So, what should we do?" Oikawa asked.

"You can let me finish practicing since I only get to have the field for about another hour." His face was blank, no malice, no friendliness. "I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and went back towards the goal.

Oikawa was a bit surprised, he thought that since they'd cleared things up that maybe he'd want to go to a convenience store and get something to eat, or at least chat. He wasn't expecting to essentially be shooed off the field. He tried not to be disappointed, after all, y/n had said he'd see him tomorrow, all wasn't lost.

Y/n could hardly keep it together when he'd seen Oikawa on the sidelines during his practice. When they'd spoken earlier, he had actually gotten a bit upset at Oikawa toying with him, sure he was used to dishing it out but it wasn't usually out of pure spite like that. He'd cleared things up when they'd talked, but it was hard to believe that Oikawa actually wanted to be something like friends with y/n. He couldn't think of any real similarities between them, sure they were captains and both adored by people at their school but that was all he could think of.

Of course, there was the fact that Oikawa was, to his right, a very attractive person. One of the only in the school that y/n had actually been so intrigued by, it lead to him acting slightly more genuine towards the volleyball captain. Usually, y/n went with the 'they can't hurt you if they don't actually know you' kind of stance, since everyone already thought of him one way. If he just stuck to it and Oikawa turned out to be nothing more than a piece of shit, it wouldn't affect y/n as much as if he'd been genuine with him.

He finished up his practice, mulling over his thoughts while he worked. Eventually, he packed things up and went home where he ate a meal and passed out, exhausted form the day's events.

The following morning, y/n was quick to get to school, feeling slightly anxious about seeing Oikawa again. He'd arrived just before classes were going to start, so he quickly made his way up the stairs to his classroom. He glanced into what he knew was Oikawa's as he passed, barely making eye contact with him before he disappeared into his own. The time passed much too slowly for y/n to handle, but eventually lunch came and he quickly left his classroom hoping to beat Oikawa to the cafeteria.

As he was heading down the stairs though, he heard his name called from a voice not far behind him. He turned to see Oikawa waving at him, and waited so he could catch up.

"Should we eat together? Maybe not with my team though, they don't like you that much..." Y/n cracked a smile, Oikawa nervously laughing.

"Sure, I'll follow you." He said, his voice unwavering, the anxiety he felt managing to stay hidden. Oikawa smiled and led the way, they got their food and Oikawa took him outside where there was a bench that resided under a large tree.

"This is the spot I always go to when I want to eat in peace, isn't it nice?" Y/n nodded, with the slight breeze and the sunshine, it was beautiful. He wasn't ever super talkative, especially when he didn't know people very well, so he just let Oikawa talk on and on about volleyball. A few times, Oikawa would ask him a question but his answers were always short and to the point, Oikawa always reverting back to volleyball.

Hearing him talk about the sport he loved so much was actually quite peaceful to y/n, he felt the same way about soccer. It was nice to know that there was at least one other person who was as committed to their sport as he was. Things went on like this for nearly twenty minutes before Oikawa realized that he'd been talking the entire time.

"It's definitely your turn to say something, you've finished your food and I've hardly touched mine." Oikawa scolded. Y/n laughed at the pout on his face, though with the sunlight highlighting his features, it was hard for y/n to keep his eyes off him.

"It's no wonder you have such a fan club." Y/n said suddenly. Oikawa was a bit thrown off by the slight compliment, though the confusion he felt showed on his face. "You really are quite a pretty boy, you know." His internal nervous system couldn't believe the things he was saying out loud.

Oikawa's face was immediately a darker shade at y/n's words. It was just then that y/n realized Oikawa might actually feel slightly differently towards y/n than he had originally thought. Sure blushing at flirty stuff was normal, but Oikawa was supposedly the king of flirting amongst his fans and even his friends. He wouldn't get so worked up over a small compliment unless there was something... deeper.

"You're not really a 'heartbreaker' or a 'playboy' are you?" Oikawa asked, trying to change the subject.

Y/n shook his head. "Not really. I just don't like all the attention I get for how I look, so I play a little game to get everybody to back off. But since I don't go out of my way to get to know other people, assumptions about me just run rampant." Oikawa's expression changed, he seemed more relaxed now that he knew that y/n wasn't what everyone thought he was.

"Why don't you try to make more friends, get a new narrative about you going around?" Oikawa asked him, though y/n had a difficult time coming up with a real answer. He thought maybe he was just lazy, and it was only high school, he didn't care all that much. In truth though, it was likely because he didn't want people to know who he really was; it was easier to get hurt if people knew who you were.

"Guess I just don't trust anybody. Something like that anyway." He looked up to the sky, watching the leaves of the tree they sat under wave in the small breeze, clouds ever slowly making their way across the blue.

Suddenly, he felt Oikawa's hand on his jaw, carefully turning his head so it was facing the other's. Y/n was confused at the action, but when he saw Oikawa studying him so intently, he realized what was going to happen next. Oikawa's face approached his own, and y/n soon felt Oikawa's lips brush against his, gentle but determined in their path. Y/n leaned into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to the back of Oikawa's head, bringing the volleyball captain as close to him as he could. The kiss didn't last for as long as y/n longed for it to, as Oikawa pulled away from him he held his gaze. As Oikawa leaned back to where he had been sitting, y/n's hand fell from his head returning to his lap.

"I shouldn't have done that out of nowhere, sorry." Oikawa muttered, blush dusting his features like it had earlier. His gaze had dropped from y/n's, and he was starting to get up as if to leave.

"I'm not sorry." Y/n said, hoping to keep the brunette for just a few more moments. "I don't regret it." Oikawa looked surprised, which y/n didn't understand, he had kissed him back hadn't he? Why was he acting like y/n would be upset?

"What do you mean?" Oikawa asked, y/n standing so that they'd be eye level. "What do you mean you're not sorry?" Was he scared? Is that what y/n heard in his voice?

Instead of saying anything, y/n grabbed the collar of Oikawa's shirt and pulled him into another kiss. Oikawa melted into his touch, whatever tension or anxiety he had been feeling when he had first kissed y/n disappearing. When y/n pulled his lips from Oikawa's, he brought the other into a tight embrace, Oikawa's head resting on y/n's shoulder.

"I guess you're the first person I trust, Oikawa." Y/n mumbled, one of his hands in Oikawa's hair, playing with the small knots his fingers found.

"Tōru." The other said, "Call me Tōru if you're going to kiss me like that." Y/n lightly chuckled,

"Whatever you want, Tōru."

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sw33tsuccubus · 8 months

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Oikawa fic, and it's Oikawa having a rivalry with reader, who is the captain of the basketball team. They end up needing to kind of share the same sports court since the volleyball one is going through maintenance, so they have to agree on schedules to use it

Oikawa and reader don't hit it off at first, but they end up needing to be stuck with each other to make reports about the court usage to the school's council

Oikawa starts to crack a bit and buys reader a soda, then they start to get warmer to each other, and it's that sweet hand holding while they still can't admit their feelings for each other

Rival Captain

tooru oikawa x male reader

summary: the basketball team shares their court with the volleyball team while their court is in maintenance.

genre: fluff

requested by anon

word count: 1k

A/N: this request was a pain, i wrote it wrong the first time

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I groan, gripping my hair and turning to our teams’ co captain.

“They can’t go to a sports center or anything?”

He shakes his head, glancing around.

“It’s a big court, Y/n. It won’t be too bad sharing. Besides, we could make friends!”

I scowl at him.

“This isn’t a kids show, Soma. We aren’t making any friends.”

He sighs.

“Would it hurt you to loosen up a little? If you go to university and you see any of those volleyball members, you’ll know someone!”

“I don’t care! They’re all so weird, I don’t want to see them in my court or anywhere else.”

“It’s not even your court, it’s the coaches. Shut up and deal with it, Y/n.”

Soma slapped the back of my head and I groaned. He can be annoying sometimes, but he always has reason on his mind.

I roll my eyes, playfully shoving him back.

“Fine. But if I see them on my court during our practices, I’ll blow a fuse.”

Soma rolled his eyes.

“You’re so dramatic.”

~~~

After classes that day, I had scheduled to meet with the volleyball team captain, Tooru Oikawa. I knew who he was, sure. He was some annoying lady’s man who was probably gay and was really good at volleyball. His best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi, was alright. We had some classes together in second year and we got along.

Oikawa is a whole different story, though. He has a fake nice aura about him, like he’s secretly some evil person. Walking to where we agreed to meet, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

I appeared in front of the gardening club shed and leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for the volleyball captain. After a while, I checked my watch and scowled.

Seven minutes past when he agreed to show up.

I gave him some more time, and just as I was about to leave, he came jogging over.

“Sorry for being late, some girls wanted to chat.”

He smiled, and I gave him a look of disdain.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask. You’re late.”

He blinks at me and crosses his arms defensively.

“Ladies first, man. I had to chat with them.”

“Why, so you can keep up your high school Q? Pathetic.”

He gave me an offended look and scowled at me.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we plan this thing?”

I roll my eyes and nod, pulling out my phone.

“Do you guys do morning practices?”

“Yeah. Afternoon too. You?”

“Same.”

I grimace, writing some things in my notes app.

“Hmm.. what are your practice days?”

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday.”

“Yeah, that won’t work.”

He huffs, shifting his weight to one leg and placing his hand on his hip.

“And why not?”

“Those are our days too. We’ll have to split things up.”

He nods in understanding.

“Sure. One team takes Monday and Thursday and the other gets Tuesday and Friday?”

“That works.”

I tap at the keyboard on my phone, writing it down.

“As for Wednesday, one team can take the court during the afternoon and the other during the morning.”

He hums in agreement.

“My team can take Tuesday and Friday, as well as afternoon practice on Wednesday.”

“It’s my court, Oikawa. Don’t get greedy.”

I eye the boy, before typing on my phone again. I was perfectly fine with my team going Monday and Thursday. He sighs.

“Then we can go M-“

“It’s fine. Now.”

I put my phone into my pocket and glare at Oikawa.

“If I see any volleyballs or any of your equipment on my court on any of our days, we’ll have problems. Got it?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine.”

~~~

Telling the school how the usage of the court was going was strange. I was used to doing it by myself, or occasionally with Soma. Doing it with Oikawa was weird.

“Nobody is doing drugs.”

I glare at Oikawa. That came out of nowhere.

“We clean up after ourselves after each practice. It’s just the basketball team and the volleyball team.”

The council nods.

“The teams are getting along?”

I shrug.

“Yeah. We don’t fight at all, but we don’t talk much.”

“The basketball team is very hospitable towards us. It’s quite nice.”

The council nods again, taking in our facial expressions and body language.

“Are the captains getting along?”

“For the most part.”

Oikawa smiled nervously and I roll my eyes.

“We don’t talk much. It’s normally nice banter.”

I could tell the council knew we weren’t being completely truthful, but they didn’t seem to care.

Leaving the room, Oikawa sighed. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and rolled my eyes.

“You would say we weren’t doing drugs why?”

“It’s a genuine response!”

He clicks his tongue.

“It’s dumb to say, they’ll think the opposite.”

“They know me, L/n. They know I make jokes.”

He shrugs, walking to a vending machine. I have half the mind to stay with him and half the mind to walk away.

I walk away.

“Hey, L/n, wait up!”

Oikawa walks over, handing me a soda while holding one for himself. I raise an eyebrow at him and he looks away.

“Just enjoy it. You were here and I didn’t want to be rude.”

I sigh, cracking open the can and taking a swig. Strangely, he knew one of my favorites. I looked at him curiously, and he was sipping at the same kind. Maybe he just liked the flavor.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going home and then something’ll happen. Why?”

“It’s just something to talk about.”

He shrugs.

“How’s the team doing?”

“We’re alright. Kyotani gets out down by Iwa-chan whenever he tries to start something. Or by Yahaba, he listens to him too, strangely.”

I think back to the volleyball club members. Iwaizumi, the ace and co captain. Kyotani is a second year with anger issues Oikawa likes to call Mad Dog. Yahaba was a second year who didn’t contribute much but was a good player nonetheless.

“You could try practicing with us, if you wanted.”

“I don’t play volleyball.”

He scoffs.

“So? You could just join us. Doesn’t matter if you’re any good.”

“Why do you want me there so bad?”

His face turns red and he looks at the floor.

“Forget it.”

He walks away, presumably to try e basketball court. I shrug, watching his back.

~~~

A few days after that, Oikawa and I got stuck in the rain. He had come to watch basketball practice, saying the sport could be interesting to learn about, and then stayed behind to help Soma and I clean up.

Soma left, since he had an umbrella, but here I was with Oikawa. The chocolate haired boy grabbed an umbrella from his bag and opened it up.

“Walk with me?”

I sighed, taking it from him and walking with him to my home. It was kind of peaceful. The rain sounds above and around us, the smell.

He would occasionally look at me but wouldn’t say anything. He’s very strange.

Sometimes he would step in a puddle and curse, but then would quiet down and we would be silent again.

We got to my house, and he said a silent goodbye before leaving. Normally he would chat with me, tell me some things, but he’s been awfully quiet today.

~~~

Oikawa would shy away whenever he saw me. Weird, since we still report to the council and I have to unlock the gun every morning the volleyball team practices.

Once, I tried striking up a conversation with him and he walked away like I hadn’t said a thing.

Today, I entered the gym and found him cleaning up after their afternoon practice with Iwaizumi.

I walked over to the volleyball captain.

“Hey, Oikawa. What’s up?”

He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I sighed.

“What’s up with you, man? You seem to dislike me even more.”

He shakes his head.

“Never disliked you.”

“Then what’s up? Tell me.”

“After I finish cleaning.”

I roll my eyes but agree, going outside the gym and leaning against the wall. Iwaizumi leaves first, saying bye to me and going on his way.

I zero in on Oikawa when he steps out, and he groans.

“I’ll get right to it, okay?”

I nod, staring blankly into his eyes.

“I’ve got a crush on you.”

I furrow my brows. Not what I was expecting.

“No way.”

“Yes way! And, that time I got you a soda, i thought I could ask you out then, but you were being weird, like you didn’t like me at all, so I chickened out!”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Ignoring someone isn’t the way to go. Should have told me, Tooru.”

He looks at his feet, and I rolled my eyes.

“I guess I can give you a chance.”

He looked up, his eyes full of hope.

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

~~~

Dating Oikawa was quite interesting. He was sweet to you, very nice. Always offered to pay for your things and opened doors for you, although he acted like a princess.

You could feel yourself falling for him, having the urge to pamper him and kiss his cheeks. Maybe he wasn’t ready for that.

You cleared your throat, handing Oikawa a bento box. He swooned at you, thanking you and taking your hand as he put it safely into his locker.

He walked you to your class before leaving to go to his.

You sighed as you watched him walk away. What a sweetheart.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu fic #male reader

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