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[exactly where you wanted me] in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet

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warnings/content: she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining

It’s a Friday morning, when Iwaizumi, accompanied by a very excited looking Oikawa, pulls you aside before homeroom starts.

Suspicious, you think. But if Iwa-chan is on board, it can’t be too bad.

After lots of flowery words and floundering from Oikawa, Iwaizumi explains that Oikawa wants you to pretend to date him to deter his fangirls from crowding practice afterschool in less than two sentences. He uses an additional sentence to say it’s stupid but probably effective.

You’ve been friends with Iwa-chan since your first years in high school and you generally think Oikawa is amusing, so you agree.

There’s not much to fake dating that’s different from real dating. You spend time together and there’s no way Oikawa’s heart stood a chance against getting this much alone time with you. He’s enjoyed being able to hang out with both you and Iwa-chan together before, but now, as your fake boyfriend, he’s allowed to indulge in all of your attention. He likes that.

So in the spirit of playing the role of a good fake boyfriend mixed with some selfish intentions, he asks - begs - you to come to cheer him on at a friendly practice match between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, because that’s what people who are dating do. You agree.

On the day of the match, there you are, dressed in his spare turquoise blue jersey. He doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a maniac until Iwa-chan smacks him upside the head to tell him to start warming up.

He’s still having trouble focusing when he notices you making your way down to the court. Instead of going straight to him, though, he watches you make your way to the Shiratorizawa side of the court. He’s about to stop you, out of concern that straight-arrow Ushiwaka would reprimand you for interrupting warm-ups, but to his surprise (horror), Ushijima meets you in the middle and starts chatting with you.

Okay, what’s going on here? Is Ushiwaka… trying to flirt with you?

Rationally, he knows it’s unlikely. Chronically, Oikawa is an overreactor and overthinker.

So he storms up to you and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you away from the enemy captain. He hides your entire frame behind his and puffs his chest up, arms crossed defensively.

“Ushijima,” he greets with false bravado. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?”

“Oikawa,” Ushijima says in his calm voice, and nothing else.

Nothing else? Okay, he was used to carrying the conversation with this brick wall of a man anyway. “Ready to lose today?”

Ushijima’s head cocks to the side, “Who, me?”

Oikawa’s eyes twitch. “Do you see anyone else here? There’s no way I’d lose with my girlfriend cheering me on.”

Ushijima’s eyebrows raise. “Girlfriend?” he questions, looking at you.

“Yes,” Oikawa asserts. He doesn’t like the look Ushijima is giving you. Like he knows something, knows you.

“Wakatoshi,” you start.

First name basis?

Oikawa’s uncomprehending but there’s no time for explanations because Coach Washijo is calling Ushijima and Iwaizumi is calling him. You give both him and Ushijima a little wave and say nothing else as you return to the stands.

Seijoh wins with Ushiwaka sitting out for 2 of the 3 sets played. You had cheered for him as promised. After the match, his teammates give him a hard smack in the back, Iwa-chan adding a glare and warning to stay focused regardless of official or practice match next time.

As you’ve been doing every evening since you started fake dating, you wait for Oikawa outside of the gym to walk home together. However, unlike any other day, Oikawa does not wound his arm around your shoulder nor does he clasp his hands in yours. He puts a respectable 2-feet distance between the two of you. Adrenaline from the game subsiding, thoughts of you and Ushijima surface again.

“Oikawa?” you peer at him. “What’s wrong?”

“What is your relationship with Ushiwaka?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “You call him by his first name.” So much for that.

“Wakatoshi is a friend I grew up with. My parents are friends with his.” You’re casual, as if there is nothing more to the story.

“And he always lets you interrupt his warm ups to talk to him?” his voice heavy with implication.

Your quick replies come to a halt. The pause is heavy and awkward, but this time, when you respond, you meet his eyes evenly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Oikawa shrinks at your narrowed eyes. “Nothing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear the answer anyway. “Thanks for coming today,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you on Monday then.”

You allow him to lean in and give you your usual peck that comes with any goodbye with Oikawa, today on the cheek. “Bye, Oikawa.”

On Monday, he updates Iwaizumi with all the details. Predictably, Iwa-chan slaps the back of his head.

“Oww! Why did you do that?”

“Why does who she’s friends with matter to you?” Iwaizumi starts walking away but pauses to crane his head back to level Oikawa with a stare. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Figure it out yourself, idiot.”

Oikawa’s left rubbing the back of his head.

Mattsun and Makki are next.

“Well, just think about it,” Makki says.

“Why does it bother you so much that Ushiwaka is involved with her?” Mattsun finishes.

“Well, she’s my-”

“Fake girlfriend.” Mattsun interrupts.

“Fake.” Makki echoes.

“Fake.” Mattsun nods.

Oikawa reminisces about the first time you called him Toru. It had been the first time the two of you had walked home together after you had started fake dating and Oikawa had thought that you would start calling him Toru all the time.

You didn’t. Even though you call Ushijima by his first name.

Contrary to Iwa-chan’s constant labeling, Oikawa isn’t an idiot. He knows that this jealousy and greed for more of you – your time, your attention, your affection – all point to one thing. He is self-diagnosing lovesickness. He has a crush on you.

Logical next steps would be for Oikawa to take full advantage of all the alone time he gets to spend with you as your fake boyfriend, sweep you off your feet, seduce you, the works. Not that he hasn’t already been doing that.

Luckily, as your fake boyfriend, a big perk is that it’s literally in Oikawa’s job description to scare potential suitors away. Not that it was hard with how popular and good-looking he is, if he does say so himself.

However, tricking your childhood friend proved more difficult than he had hoped. In fact, it seemed the two of you didn’t have to, because the next time he sees you and Ushijima, somehow your childhood friend seems to already know.

It’s later that night when Oikawa decides he wants to go on a late night convenience store run for some ice cream with you. You had responded, jokingly, “Fake boyfriends don’t ask me out on dates.”

“Who said it was a date?”

You laughed and agreed.

So he meets you at your front door, dreaming of skipping to the store, swinging hands with you, and looking forward to an ice-cream induced sugar rush. Those dreams are quickly dashed when your front door swings open with a guilty looking you.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” you start but before you can elaborate, your front door opens again to reveal Ushijima. You turn your head back and nod lightly in Ushijima’s direction, as if that explains the situation.

“Oikawa,” Ushijima greets, his usual stoic mask unchanging.

Oikawa turns his cheek at him and ignores the greeting. He leans in conspiratorially with a hand over his palm and whispers obnoxiously, “what’s he doing here?”

You slap his hand away and turn to Ushijima. “Wakatoshi, I don’t need a chaperone. You can just go home.”

“Your parents asked me to accompany you to the store if you wanted to go.”

“Oikawa can take me.”

“Your parents asked me,” he says simply.

You apologize to Oikawa for Ushijima’s bullheadedness, and he knows you intend to assuage him, but all he can think about is why on earth are you apologizing for Ushijima? But all he does is nod and make towards the convenience store. When you fall into step with him, he does not skip with you and swing your hands. He also doesn't think he's going to be feeling any sort of sugar rush anymore, mood soured.

Oikawa can’t help but drop a comment as the three of you are walking home. “Kind of insensitive of you to be third-wheeling a date, don’t you think?”

Ushijima’s eyes flip over to you. “I didn’t realize you needed to be on the job during the weekends too.”

Oikawa’s smile drops. On the job? He turns around to face you, watching your face carefully as you flash Ushijima a sheepish smile, eyes flickering between the two captains.

“Don’t call it a job, Wakatoshi.”

Oikawa’s stomach twists when he hears you call him by his first name again.

Ushijima ignores your comment and turns to Oikawa. “I’ll walk her home. You can go home.”

You shake your head at him. “No, Wakatoshi. Oikawa will walk me home. I’ll see you later.”

Surprisingly, Ushijima concedes and listens to you. “Bye, Wakatoshi,” you say.

The two of you watch Ushijima’s back recede further and further and don’t say anything even when he’s long gone. You start walking in the direction of your home, but Oikawa takes hold of your wrist.

“You told him?”

“Who? Told what?”

Oikawa levels you with a hard look that you’re not used to.

“No!” you deny. You’re avoiding eye contact.

“Then how does he know?” He can’t help the accusatory tone slipping into his voice. He’s scared that if he isn’t on the offensive, he’ll let the hurt slip out.

“Well, I… You know I’m a bad liar! He just… found out!”

You wait, maybe for Oikawa to laugh it off and tell you it’s okay as he normally would, but he doesn’t.

“It’ll be okay,” you explain. “Wakatoshi doesn’t go to our school and even if he does, he would never talk about other people's problems.”

There’s a lot Oikawa wants to ask. Like why you’re vouching for him, why you call him Wakatoshi, when he’s just “Oikawa.” But instead, he just nods robotically and you seem relieved that he doesn’t seem mad. When you arrive at your front door, Oikawa stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you to go. You don’t, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s the only one feeling this thick tension and awkwardness in the silence. He opts for a quick goodbye but before he can walk off, you grab his arm and yank him back.

“Oikawa,” you say.

“What? You might as well have pulled my whole arm off! I need my arms, you know,” he jokes.

“Toru.” Your eyes are steady looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

Oikawa’s smile drops and he breaks eye contact first. He can only look at the floor while he thinks about what he can say.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, but I’m your friend right? We may not be really dating, but I still want to be there for you if you’re having a hard time.”

Silence.

“Is it Wakatoshi? I know you don’t like him but-”

“Do you?”

You blink. “Do I what?”

“Do you like him?”

“No!” you exclaim, taken aback. “Where did that come from?”

“You call him by his first name.”

“Well, yes. We’ve known each other since we were children, though! There’s no special meaning.”

Deep breath.

“So when you call me by my first name, is there special meaning? We’re not childhood friends.”

Your eyes widen like saucers and you’re the first to break eye contact, face to the floor.

There’s a long pause and he feels stupid for even asking, for hoping. Oikawa sighs and takes a gaping step back, away from you. “Forget I said anything.”

“What if it did,” you whisper. So quietly, Oikawa almost missed it. And he would’ve, if he isn’t in a constant state of hanging onto every word you say, every sign you give.

You meet his eyes, and repeat, “what if it does?”

Oikawa isn’t processing this information quick enough, but he can already feel his hopes welling up to fill his chest. He’s so scared that he might be misreading the situation, fitting meaning into your words. “When I say special meaning, it means special.” He says dumbly. He emphasizes the word special, in hopes that you would understand the entire slew of suppressed feelings in that one word.

“I do understand,” you say simply.

It was a feeling akin to when it was simultaneously his service point and match point. The simplicity in which you delivered your meaning left no choice but to flood his chest with hope. He doesn’t even realize that he has a massive smile plastered on until you’re mirroring his expression. He waits no longer in stepping into your space, fingers intertwining with yours. He gives you your usual parting kiss, on the forehead, and lingers a few moments longer.

“Good night, then, girlfriend.” Even if you can’t see his face because of how close he is to you, he makes sure you can feel the curve of his grin and every word whispered against your temple.

He’s feeling good, satisfied, as he turns around to make his own way home (to squeal and roll around in glee in private), when you grab his arm once again.

Shameless, he gloats, “still haven’t had enough? I’m happy to-”

In true fashion, you humble him by pressing your lips against his, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smirk off his face. When you pull away, he chases your lips, eyes still closed. You giggle, give him one more gentle peck, and skip inside, leaving him there, red as a tomato.

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mavrintarou · 6 months

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [6]

Thank you for your patience, I've got carried away with reading some novels I found on Instagram.

Warning: fluff and explicit smut activities

Fifth part Seventh part

Toru vaguely remembered a few weeks ago before he knew Y/n was his unite mate, that he had wished there was a window connecting to their units to allow the piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.

Well, Mother Nature heard his wish.

He eyed the damage before looking at Y/n’s equally shocked expression. “Well, this is a surprise.”

“Indeed,” Y/n muttered, walking closer to stand across from him. She could partially see into Toru’s bedroom and Mateo’s nursery. “They weren’t kidding about possible interior damage.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.

“This is crazy!” She exclaimed, breaking into a fit of giggles. After a few seconds she wiped her tears, “today can’t get any better.”

Toru steps across and over to Y/n’s side, pushing aside the rubble on the ground. “Something we will definitely remember.”

“Is Mateo down?” Y/n’s eyes are on Toru as he closes the distance between them.

Toru nodded, standing before her. “Completely out, didn’t even stir when I set him down in his cot in the living room.”

They gazed silently at each other, enveloped in a world that consisted only of the two of them amidst the eventful day.

“Would you like… some tea?” Y/n offered, gesturing towards her kitchen. “Or I can bring it over so we hear Mateo if – “

“It’s okay, we can have tea here. When he wakes up, you will know.” He chuckles, “Mateo makes it known he is up.”

Y/n smiled and headed to the kitchen, “then I’ll get some tea going.”

Toru took the opportunity to tour her living room, he walked towards her bookshelf and something immediately caught his eye. “I remember this manga!” Memories began flooding back as he remembered the storyline and which volume he left off. He had completely forgotten about this manga.

Y/n returned with two cups and watched Toru huddling by her bookshelf. He was so engrossed in something that she set their cups down before approaching him and peeking around his body to find him flipping through the old manga they were once invested in.

“You remember?” Her voice startled him, making him flinch. She broke out in a fit of giggles, “sorry, thought you heard me… did you ever finish the manga?”

Toru shook his head, placing the book back on the shelf. “Actually, do you mind if I borrow your books? I wanna reread it.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “go for it.”

. .

The following morning, Y/n woke up early, her eyes drawn to the clear view through Toru’s unit. It had not registered that the wall between her unit and Toru’s was accessible.

Crossing across her living room, she peeked inside Toru’s bedroom and found him still asleep. He lay on his stomach with the comforters pulled up to his nose.

Y/n tuned her ears, as she heard faint cooing and realized it was coming from the little white monitor beside Toru’s bed. Shifting over, she peeked into his nursery and she couldn’t exactly see him but she could see and hear him more clearly.

She quietly tipped toed over and Mateo was definitely wide awake, cooing to himself as he was still wrapped in his swaddle. Their eyes immediately locked and a wide smile spread on his face.

“Good morning,” Y/n cooed, hovering over him from the side of his crib. “Your daddy still sleeping.” She reached over to loosen the swaddle, freeing his chubby arms as he stretched out his long body.

Mateo was tall for his age and Y/n found out that he was at the ninety-eight percent tile for his height. It was no surprise considering Toru was tall himself, Y/n guessed if Mateo’s mother was a supermodel that she was most likely tall as well.

He rolled over onto his belly and shifted his body towards her, he immediately began to whine, wanting to be picked up.

Seeing that Toru himself wasn’t waking up, Y/n picked up the baby. She spotted a pre-made bottle beside the crib and reached for it. “Are you hungry?”

Mateo excitedly eyed his bottle as Y/n shook the bottle, mixing the formula and water. She popped off the cap and walked over to the glider in the corner of his nursery. He reached for his bottle and latched on to the nipple, hungrily sucking away.

Y/n had imagined countless times how motherhood would be when the day came. She had heard about the magical bond between a mother and her baby when it came to nursing and would love nothing more than to nurse her baby. Her heart ached at the thought of Mateo not experiencing that bond with his mother, let alone having a mother figure in his life.

She didn’t judge his mother’s actions and decisions, but could not fathom how she could walk away and not look back.

It was beginning to become harder for her to keep Mateo at a distance, she knew she shouldn’t overstep her boundaries, let alone get too close to him just in case… things didn’t work out.

The thought already tore at her heart if she ever had to walk away from them.

Was there room for Y/n in their lives? Could she potentially be someone to them?

Mateo finished his bottle and began chewing on the nipple, cooing to himself.

“Are you all done?” Y/n asked, lifting him in a sitting position. “We should probably change your diaper?” She stood up and walked towards the changing table. “Should we wake your daddy?”

“I’m up,” a husky voice answered, “good morning to you two.”

Y/n turned her head towards the open wall as Toru stood against the frame with his arms crossed. He stood tall and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. “This route is faster than going through the door.” He studded over and kissed the top of Mateo’s head before wrapping his arms around them both. “Morning hug!”

Y/n glances over her shoulder at Mateo sitting in his walker as her fingers dance across the keys of her piano. He remained in the exact spot she left him when she went and sat on her bench and began playing. His eyes are mesmerized as he suckles his pacifier and watches Y/n giving him a private show.

An hour ago, Toru received a call informing him that his mother had been rushed to the hospital following a fall at the grocery store.

“Go. Mateo can stay with me.” Y/n assured.

Toru exhaled deeply and nodded his head, he leaned and pressed a kiss on Mateo’s head and then on hers, “thank you Y/n, call me if you need anything.”

Y/n’s fingers gently slowed down as she smiled, noticing Mateo’s eyes started to droop. His head began to nod as he struggled to ward off the drowsiness.

Completing her musical piece, Y/n stood and approached Mateo, who could hardly keep his eyes open as she drew near. She extended her arms, and he eagerly raised his own, yearning to be held. She cradled him in her embrace, and he nestled against her chest, his eyes closing instantly as he sought warmth and comfort.

Toru quickly punched in the code on this keypad and hastily entered his unit. Without pausing to remove his jacket, he rushed through his room and into Y/n’s unit. The space was tranquil, and he took a moment to catch his breath before his gaze landed on them, peacefully cuddled together on the couch, fast asleep.

He couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he took a seat on the edge of the couch. Mateo seemed to be in dreamland with his face nestled comfortably against Y/n’s chest. Toru couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at his son’s current position.

As if sensing someone, Y/n stirred, and eyes fluttered open. She smiled, “is everything okay with your mom?”

Toru nodded, brushing her hair away from her face. “Yes, she had to get surgery, but it was minor, so she has to stay off her feet for a few weeks.” His eyes shift to Mateo, his hand brushing his son’s brown hair which has gotten longer each month. “Thank you,” he murmured, “I hope he wasn’t a handful for you?”

Y/n shook her head, “he was good.” Her hand rubbed his bottom as he let out a sigh and Y/n chuckled, “he is such a good baby, Toru.”

His gaze is soft as he glances between his son and Y/n, “I know, I’m truly blessed.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, “I’ll say it again, we’re truly blessed to have you too, Y/n.” His hand trails along her jaw and he gently grips her chin, “can… I kiss you?”

Y/n nodded her head.

Toru leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It was a light kiss but sent electricity down to his toes. Their last kiss had been on his mind and with each passing second, he wondered when he would taste her lips again.

Y/n moaned against his mouth, her hand cupping his face.

“Goo...”

Y/n shoved Toru, breaking their kiss. They both turned their gaze at Mateo who could barely hold his head up as he blinked away from his sleep.

“Teo, why are you always interrupting us?” Toru groaned, he let out a chuckle and quickly sneaked a kiss from Y/n before planning dinner.

. .

Within days, everything seemed to have changed in their little world.

Their mornings would consist of their morning hug and breakfast. Next would be lunch and an afternoon walk around the park. Y/n and Toru took turns making dinner and ending the night with Y/n playing her piano and lullabying Mateo to sleep while Toru rocked him in her living room.

The damage between their units was listed as a low priority and neither Y/n nor Toru was complaining about it. Toru didn’t mind that he had a walkway from his bedroom to Y/n’s unit and he didn’t think Mateo minded either, who recently learned to maneuver in the baby walker and would roll himself into Y/n’s unit from his nursery.

Y/n’s once clean and tidy living room now has a large playpen filled with baby toys and colorful padding play mats.

“Do you think he’ll start walking soon?” Y/n asked while watching Mateo trying to pull himself up on his feet by grabbing onto the wall of the playpen. He was determined, he had fallen on his bottom but would try again.

Toru hummed softly, running his hand through her hair. The three of them settled within the playpen, Y/n finding comfort by resting her head on Toru’s lap while they observed Mateo playing in the corner.

Mateo, in his attempt to stand, nearly succeeded before his grip gave away, causing him to tumble and roll onto his back. Frustration welled up, finding release in tears.

“Come here baby,” Y/n sat up and beckoned with a gentle wave of her fingers. Mateo, with tears-streaked cheeks, began crawling towards them. Y/n scooped him up, embracing him tightly.

Toru rested his chin on Y/n’s shoulder, his gaze fixed on his son who immediately ceased crying and blinked at his dad. “Do you feel better now that you’ve cried?” His son tilted his head and squirmed out of Y/n’s hold; he shifted his body towards his dad.

Toru had expressed how he would do his best to provide his son with unwavering attention and affection, always mindful not to be overbearing. He seeks to find a balance, ensuring that Mateo feels cared for without becoming excessively indulgent. He aims to meet Mateos' needs without fostering a sense of entitlement, guiding him to understand the value behind every provision.

Y/n quietly observed in silence, her heart swelling at the sight of the strong bond between father and son, especially as Toru spoke affirming words to the baby.

Mateo maintained steady eye contact with his dad as if he understood every word.

Y/n gently swayed her body with the piano piece, a new piece for Mateo. She continued playing even after Mateo had fallen asleep in Toru’s arms.

She felt the spot beside her dip and glanced to her left, “tired?”

“No,” he answered, his eyes spellbound by her music. “One day, I want to watch you play live.”

“You’re watching me now?”

Toru squeezed her sides, making her squirm. “You know what I mean.” He has always been amazed and impressed at her unwavering focus when playing the piano. Even during their teenage years, when he would groan and throw a fit during studying time, Y/n remained absorbed in her playing as if he weren’t present. She could effortlessly perform in a sizable auditorium, unfazed by the surrounding crowd, always maintaining a composed demeanor.

He leaned close and pressed his nose against her neck. “Are you easily distracted?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him. “No, as a pianist your focus is one of your strongest strengths. You must be able to continue playing even if there is an earthquake happening.”

“Is that so?” He hummed, his tone lower suddenly, “it’s been a while since you must have been tested, should I help see if your focus is still there?”

Y/n tensed as his right hand rested on her thigh, through her silk skirt, she could feel the heat of his palm.

Not only have they been kissing more, but their kisses have also intensified. Always leaving them both breathless and turned on. Toru paid attention to her body language, making sure not to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

“Are you still good?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her fingers still dancing across the keys perfectly.

His fingers slowly bunched her skirt until the tip of his fingers danced across her skin. He expected a shift in her breathing but was amazed when she maintained a steady composure. “Your skin is so soft, Y/n.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, for a reason as he withdrew his touch as he got up from the bench. Her eyes followed him as he moved behind her, “can you scoot as close as possible to the edge of the bench for me?”

Without pausing her fingers, she shifted herself to the edge and frowned when Toru positioned himself behind her, his chest to her back and his legs resting on each side of hers.

“Y/n,” Toru’s voice sent chills down her spine. “Spread your legs for me.” He smiled when her thighs widened, and he reached to pull up her skirt. “Good girl,” he praised, he rested both his palms on her thighs, rubbing along the length of them. “Is this, okay?”

It was a few seconds, and she released a steady breath and nodded. “Yes,” she answered meekly.

“At any point, if I make you feel uncomfortable, you stop me, okay?” He needed her to answer him, agreeing and understanding.

“Okay.”

“You continue to focus on your music,” he whispered, “and I’ll focus on you.”

The moment his fingertips brushed against her panties; Y/n flinched. He wouldn’t have noticed but for just a millisecond there, her finger slowed, causing her to go off-tune. Only an expert would have caught it.

Her lower lip was already trapped between her teeth as she remained quiet. She channeled her focus to her fingers, trying to keep the tingling feeling at the core of her pussy at bay. Can he feel how wet she was?

“You’re so wet, already?” Toru chuckled, “is it for me?” his finger rubbed a gentle circle around her clit. “Answer me, Y/n?” he pleaded.

“Y - yes.” She didn’t need to turn back and look to know he had his boyish grin.

Her breath hitched when he trailed his fingers along her slit, teasing her and making her toes curl.

The weight of his other palm lifted from her thigh, and she feels the cool air meeting her pussy as he pulled her panties to the side. His fingertips now pressed against the wetness of her pussy, spreading her juice.

“To - Toru...”

“You can’t be distracted, remember?” He pressed a kiss to her nape, his fingers itched badly to feel what the inside of her pussy would be like. “Keep your legs spread,” he reminded, teasing her as the tip of his middle finger would probe the opening. Her breath quickened but her fingers remained calm, moving across the piano with no problem.

With the rhythm of the music, his fingertip would move in and out and would probe deeper each time.

As Y/n’s fingers moved quickly, so did his fingers.

One… two… three… she counted each mistake she was making in her head and gave up as she no longer cared. It wasn’t like Toru knew the tune anyway and could distinguish the wrong notes played.

Toru nipped the junction between her neck and shoulder, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, groaning when her hot walls clamped around them. With his other hand, he released her panties and hooked one of her thighs, hiking it enough to not interfere with her hand movements.

Y/n’s head rolled back and continued to keep playing, nonetheless. At last, she let out a soft moan and chanted his name; it rolled off the tip of her tongue beautifully with the music.

“Toru... I’m - I’m so close.”

His nose graze along her neck until his lips met her ear as he nipped, “if you cum before you finish with this piece, I get a wish then?”

“O - okay...”

Toru pressed his thumb against her clit and pumped his fingers faster. He felt her tense up and tightened his arm around her leg.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers. They were long and reached her sensitive spot, stimulating her upcoming orgasm.

“No - wait – Toru!”

Her fingers slipped, pressing the wrong key.

“Ah!” Her hand abandoned the keys and gripped his wrist that is pumping faster.

With no more music, the only sound audible is her whimper and the lewd noise each time his fingers pump into her pussy.

“Toru - wait... I’m going to cum,” she gripped the top of her piano, head dropping forward as her body tremble in a release.

His fingers slowed down but continued to keep pumping until her walls finally stopped convulsing around them.

“You!” she spun around, shooting him a glare over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

“I get a wish?” Toru smiled at her innocently, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them.

She grabbed his wrist, forcing him to withdraw his fingers and whatever she was going to say was forgotten as she stood up and pressed her lips against his.

. . .

E/n: Toru is so daddy...

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o2amu · 2 years

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“can i have some more lip balm please.”

“nope.” oikawa quickly declines.

you’re shocked by his blatant refusal. “what? why not?”

he smiles, shortly sighing afterwards. “because. you always loose yours and end up using all of mine!”

you look away with a guilty expression not wasting a second of denying his statement. “okay fine, just this one last time, i swear.”

oikawa gives in and begins digging for the tube in his jacket pocket until a lightbulb sparks on the top of his head. a smirk creeps on his face as he twists the cap open.

“…what?” you ask.

“you can only have some if you give me a kiss.”

you shoot him a confused look. “seriously?”

you roll your eyes and bring your face closer to his, but he slowly dodges your attempt at kissing him.

an even more puzzled gaze sits on your face as it seems he contradicted his own request. “what are you doing? you said you wanted a kiss.”

“not what i meant.” he remarks with a cocky smirk, obviously one that’s enjoying teasing you.

“tooru i swear…”

“i mean exactly what i said. you’re getting some lip balm by kissing me.”

you silently watch him squeeze an extra amount onto his lips and rubbing them together before he playfully shoots a kissy face at you.

“you’re so stupid.” you chuckle but pull him in for a kiss anyway. he smiles into the kiss and deepens it, ‘making sure’ you’d get balm you asked for.

you pull back, slightly out of breath. “hm… i dont think that was enough. i’m gonna need another kiss.”

“yeah? well i definitely don’t mind that at all.”

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melsuki · 2 years

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prince!oikawa tōru x princess!reader, 0.9k tw. one slight curse word ? pt1 ish

"found you."

you whirl around, loose hair whipping your cheek as you prepare to confront the intruder that dared to step foot in your personal gardens. especially when you were in, what your governess would call, an ‘improper state’: your hair loose, free from its usual artful updo, and your skirts wrinkled from sitting on the roots of a large oak tree. but as you meet a familiar pair of eyes sparkling with mischief, your anger fades and instead simple annoyance settles into your frown. you didn’t particularly care if oikawa tōru, crown prince of your allied kingdom, seijoh, sees you a little ruffled— he’s seen you with with grass in your hair and dirt on your knees (albeit you were both about six years old, but it was still you one and the same).

“how did you get in here?” you ask flatly, crossing your arms at him. you were meant to have guards up at the entrance prohibiting absolutely anyone from coming in. especially when you were in the garden yourself.

he ignores your question and a grin creeps up on his lips as he makes his way towards you with those stupidly long strides and the frown marks between your furrowed brows only deepen as he comes closer. you hate that grin; it’s filled with a knowingness, an arrogance, a tease that he knew something you didn’t and it gave him power.

“so-“ he walks beyond you and your skin prickles as he brushes past, “this is where you run away to.” he slowly looks over the greenery, strolling purposefully through the flower bushes.

you couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious- this was your garden. your little hideaway that you built for yourself from when it was nothing but yellowing grass.

you were younger and had finally become sick of constantly having to mingle with facetious aristocrats, so you stole this little abandoned part of the palace gardens and cradled it near to your heart. working close with the royal gardeners, you learned how to sow seeds, how to choose what flowers would go where depending on what time of the year it would bloom, how to identify and pull out pesky weeds. you've spent hours upon hours toiling away in this little garden burning under the sun, and it’s become your very own sanctuary away from the shrill giggles, and calculating eyes. it’s a part of your very being, and oikawa was just… there. standing in the middle of it all.

but if anything, he looked far from out of place.

for a period of time oikawa simply stood and examined the green around him, the pale sunlight kissing the caramel of his hair. you didn't know what to say, what to think even. everything felt far too fragile, and you despised the way your throat constricted as he turned on his heel and began to stride towards you, clear brown eyes catching yours like a hook, disallowing you to look anywhere else but at him.

oikawa halted much too close to you, and your hands fisted at your sides as your chest tightened. you wanted to scream and yell at him to leave and get out and to not come back, but you stood stock still, jaw wired shut, afraid that you would shatter the air between the two of you, afraid that your voice would break if you tried. oikawa lifted his gloved fingers to your chin and tilted your face to look up at him, and you could do nothing but let him. “you did this all by yourself?”

it was an innocent question. it should have been, but the way your heart seems to be beating out of your chest and the fluttering in your stomach says completely otherwise.

“you’re not meant to be here.” you manage to choke out; and you were right. aside from the fact that this was your personal garden, he really wasn’t meant to be here- if anyone caught the two of you together without a chaperone-

“it’s beautiful.” he breathes, and you didn’t miss the way he glances down at your lips for a fraction of a second.

you couldn’t help but search his eyes for any sign of mischief or malice or cunning but, to your horror, there was none. nothing, but those beautiful amber eyes staring deep into your own with an intensity you could crumble under. neither of you made any moves, both frozen on the spot, not moving any closer nor moving further away, his finger still hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. the only sign that you both haven’t been reduced to marble statues is the gentle lifting of stray hairs tickling your cheeks from the delicate spring breeze.

“you’re a bastard.” you whisper, without an ounce of your usual venom coating your tongue. and you know he notices because a smile lifts the corner of his pink lips, and it infuriated you. it aggravated you to feel heat bloom in your cheeks. it absolutely maddened you when he let go of your chin, and your eyes followed him like a idiotic lovesick schoolgirl as he strolled right past you, walking neatly towards the white arches marking the entrance to your secret garden with his hands held behind his back.

“don’t forget we’re having tea with your mother at three.” oikawa glanced back, giving an innocent smile paired with a wink that would make any other lady flutter her fan to her neck.

you say nothing. you wouldn’t dare let yourself speak for the fear that your words would betray your racing heart, so you settle with silence.

“and y/n?” he pauses right underneath the honeysuckle garden arch, and kept his face forwards.

you hated the way your name from his lips sounded like music to your ears.

“you look pretty with your hair down.”

#oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa fluff #prince!oikawa #prince!oikawa x reader #hq royalty au

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Mom my kids are finally registered for school and start Monday, they're doctors gave me huge issues about getting their freaking shot records of all things which I need for them to be enrolled, but now I can stop thinking about how the Haikyuu dad's would react to dropping their kids off at school on the first day. It's infecting my brain lmfao.

Oh my god this idea is so freaking adorable 🥺🥺🥺 please we need all the dads!!!

Featuring Bokuto, Atsumu and Oikawa

No warnings, all fluff 🥰

Let me know if you want me to do more characters! Honestly these are so cute!

Bokuto

Cries, balls, literally enters emo mode for the entire rest of the week

His little princess is starting school and he's not ready 😫

You've done everything you possibly can to prepare your daughter and she's ready

But your husband on the other hand 😬

"Kotarou you can't just stand by the door waiting for her to come out of school. Thats super creepy and also, she's fine!" You say, trying to console your deflated husband

"YN she's so little! What if someone picks on her? What if she gets lost? Oh my god should be have bought her a cell phone???" Bokuto exclaims, fully freaking out.

You sigh, hugging your husband from behind and rest your head in his shoulder, "Ko she's 5, I promise she will be ok! I have a great idea, how about we head home and we can pick her up together before you head to afternoon practice! Then you can see how awesome her first day was!"

Bokuto just nods in agreement, knowing you are right but still saddened that his first born is growing up right before his eyes.

Atsumu

The silent worrier

Seriously he acts composed but he's not

Will watch out the window a full hour before your son's bus is due to arrive so he won't miss it

"That's it, I'm calling the school!" Atsumu says, throwing his hands up and walkingnto his phone.

"Sumu stop it! It's still 5 minutes before the bus is suppose to arrive," you say rolling your eyes and taking cookies from the oven

"YN the bus schedule says drop off time between 2:50 and 3:05, it is now 3:01! Don't ya think they are cutting it a bit close?" Atsumu shouts as you stand there, staring at your moronic husband.

"Sumu, it's going to be fine! The first week of school is always hectic. Give the poor bus driver a break and stop being such a stickler."

"I'm not a stickler YN! There is nothing wrong with holding people accountable for the actions," Atsumu explains

In reality, he's barely holding it together. The thought of your son being away from him for so long is breaking his heart.

Oikawa

The most prepared yet dramatic

Has personally purchased the list of school supplies and color coordinated everything

Will start new traditions with your daughter that he will continue into her college years

"Ok sweetie! Wave at the camera for Uncle Iwa, Makki and Mattsun!" Your husband says, waving his fingers in the air and being so freaking adorable.

"Toru, you've take at least 50 pictures not to mention you documented her entire morning routine on your Instagram reels," you say, arms crossed as you watch your husband fuss of your daughter.

"YN this is a big moment for us, please don't ruin it," Toru says as you roll your eyes at him.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you in the car before your dad realizes that your hair is totally lopsided," you say, leading your daughter to your car and slightly teasing your husband.

"YN why didn't you say anything earlier?" Toru cries as you just laugh.

He just wants everything to be so perfect for his precious baby.

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣#follower headcannons #bokuto kotaro fluff #atsumu miya fluff #oikawa toru fluff #dad! bokuto #dad! atsumu #dad! oikawa #haikyu fluff #gender neutral reader

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luvulyy · 2 years

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hi hii !! could i request some oikawa x male reader headcanons where he has a crush on his childhood friend? just how he would react to crushing on a guy- and someone who's been his friend since he was a kid? feel free 2 ignore this, i hope u have a nice day !! <3

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ✷

𝖮𝖨𝖪𝖠𝖶𝖠 𝖳𝖮𝖮𝖱𝖴 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: aaa this is so cute !! i've never wrote for oikawa or done headcanons before but had to try <3 have a lovely day too and thank you for requesting ♡

Oikawa had known you for what seemed like his entire life

As far back as he remembered you'd always been their at his sight, laughing along with his natural outlandishness and reeling him back in when necessary

As you grew there was always something special about the bond between you two.

You'd drifted back and forth over the years, but alway came back

What really stuck was a particular time during high school

You'd been lucking enough to be in the same classes now

He'd made it his mission to talk to you at every opportunity, unable to get enough of the sweet small smile you always greeted him with

And to your annoyance, Oikawa insisted on studying together now. If not for him, for your benefit

And if it was just an excuse to spend more time with you, you didn't need to know that

He wasn't sure when he fell. You'd always just been one of his male friends, albeit a little special

But suddenly, a lot more special

He'd tease you with memories from growing up just to show how close you were, instinctively search for you in a crowd. All it took was a fleeting accidental touch of your hand against his while walking home one day, for the penney to drop

He liked you. A guy, his childhood frined since he was a kid

How cliche. He wouldn't have it any other way

He'd liked girls before sure, but never a guy. Never before fell this hard either.

It took everything in him to not reach out and hold your hand as you chatted between classes, to resist the urge to lean in when you laughed so brightly at the jokes he made among friends

He wasn't sure how to cope. Would you even like him back? Could you? Did you even like guys? For days his head spiralled

Until he'd decide to act on it, unable to resist the want to be close to you, to kiss you and hold you. You knew him better than anyway and if anyone was going to accept these feelings, it'd be you

So of course it was during one of your joint study sessions he made his move

He'd cough gently, catching your attention from a question you were frowing over

It was so cute how hard you concentrated, biting your pencil and brows heavily furrowed

'Need help?' He'd say, ignoring the anticpation rising in his stomach

And hearing your positive response, it was time

He'd move around the table until he was on your side, easing in right next to you. If you noticed you didn't comment.

He'd guide your hand along the page, speaking lowkly as he described the questions.

You'd slowly start to notice something was different, in sync with him from the years of company

You raised your eyes to his about to voice as much when your alarm would sound, signalling the end of the session

You'd shot up to standing, regardless of Oikawa's closeness

You'd ignore the way you'd blushed at his touch just seconds before, gathering your things

You'd raise your eyes to say goodbye only to to be greeted with him far far closer than you'd realised

His face was mere centimetres from yours

He'd stop, ghosting just over your lips. Your breath would mingle, warm and soft

And wait

If he made the first move he'd relish in the way you instinctively opened your mouth to him. You'd been waiting for this as well. The gesture sparked heat in his gut as he'd push you back down into where you'd been sitting, ready to show juat how much he liked you

If you did however, he'd completely melt. The slightest touch against his cheek or shoudlers as you deepen the kiss would absolutely weaken his knees.

Kissing girls was never like this. He'd trail his hands alone you jaw, into your hair. Maybe it was because it was you but one thing was for sure, he definitely liked dudes now

And as you'd pull him closer still, grabbing his tie and yanking until he flush against you, he definitely liked you.

If your reaction was anything to go by, the sentiment was shared.

Falling head over heels for you came naturally just like your friendship and now, your relationship

#PHEW hope you enjoyed hun <33 #didnt mean to write so much a whole ass plot LMAO #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x male reader #oikawa torū #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa fic #oikawa toru headcanons #oikawa toru x y/n #really hope this is okay wasnt sure how to go about headcanons AAAJDHHDHC

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http-konoha · 2 years

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[11:58 pm] — oikawa t.

“oikawa tooru, you are the worst,” you said as you walked past him and stood at the bridge. you plopped your hands against the railing and stared at the night sky.

“a while back, you said that we are pretty much the same,” he said with a ghostly smile plastered on his lips. “that means you are equally worse.”

you ignored him as you avoided eye contact. “if i am the worst, you would not have agreed to go out and have dinner with me. or even drink with me.” you sighed at the way your mind is racing on the thoughts and emotions you have of him.

you felt his presence beside you, and you turned to see him leaning against the railing mimicking your actions. you stayed silent not knowing what to do or say, but you know that this is what you have always imagined and wanted. he also stayed quiet for a few minutes, feeling the cool breeze of the city.

“i am going to be worse tonight,” he suddenly interjected, and you were confused. he leaned closer and you slowly leaned back, heart beating faster than ever. “i have to be honest with you.”

taking a deep breath, you gained back your composure. “okay, go ahead.”

“okay,” he sighed as he also took a deep breath. “i like you. i actually do. i’m so glad that we met and talked, because ever since then i have never stopped thinking about you.”

you stared at him at his confession, blaming the alcohol for making or cheeks brighter than ever. thank goodness this was at night with only a dim streetlamp illuminating the two of you.

“why did you wait until we were drinking for you to say this?” you questioned, heart still racing. “you could have said it to me when we were sober.” so that we can make sure that you actually have feelings for me too.

he let out a laugh as he turned his head to look at the sky. “i used to be so confident in things like this, but again, knowing how similar we are i don’t know what would have happened.”

turning his head back at you, he showed a genuine smile accompanied by the flush on his cheeks. “say, if we were to hang out with no alcohol next time, will you go?”

“yes, you can repeat that dialogue when you’re sober too.” you said with a laugh, smiling at how lucky you are to find someone who would understand you.

“ew, sober me would never let me get my guard down.” he said, laughing as he looked at you. “but yes, i’ll repeat whatever i said better when i’m sober.”

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Oikawa yawns and types out another well practiced response to someone's congratulatory text, managing to spice up his "thank you"s just enough to not seem like he's throwing out the same two words over and over.

He does mean it everytime though. He was delightfully surprised by the impromptu party his teammates put together for him, and quite literally spent hours talking to his high school friends, even walking decades down memory lane with Iwaizumi. He received numerous messages and comments from fans online, giving attention to the whole community through post instead of singling out a select few. As for gifts, it's reminiscent of his time at Aoba Johsai when he'd spend all day and the next going through everything.

Yeah, happy birthday to me.

Except it's not happy because it's sundown and he has yet to hear from you aside from a quick text you sent him around midnight at your time. It's something you'd previously told him would unfortunately happen today (of all days) due to your livelihood and job. You always had the tradition of being the first to wish him happy birthday right when the clock hits 12, so the fact that you didn't say anything to him until hours later is telling of how busy you must be.

You made sure to stress that you'd speak with him more when you find the time though, which he understands, but that doesn't really help his loneliness as he waits for you to call or at least text again before his day is over with.

Oikawa will say with certainty that there wasn't anything he deeply hated about being a professional volleyball player. Occasional annoyances of travel and adulthood in general are a given, but all of that is something he'd grown to live with, to the point that most of those annoyances simply fade into the background and become the new norm.

Being thousands of miles away from you is not a norm, never will be. It's much more than an annoyance that could easily be dealt with or accepted for what it is; not being able to see and hear you in person is something that grates at his soul without ever holding back. His phone can only do so much to ease his woes by allowing him to communicate with you from Argentina, and he can count on one hand how many times either of you physically met since his endeavor.

So, Oikawa can say with certainty that he deeply hated this. The conflicting time zones, missed calls or texts being caught up on later, and just not being able to hold you nearly as much as he would before pursuing his dream.

He turned back to his phone when he felt it vibrate in his hand, proceeding to sit up in bed so fast that his blood is rushing to catch up with the fast change in elevation. He paid no mind to the dizzy spell however, being much more invested in his phone the second he saw your icon appear. He doesn't wait to answer your call with an excited, "Hello!?"

"Excited much?" You quipped, but the guilt in your words was clear as day when you said, "Sorry I couldn't call sooner."

It's fine, is what he would say if it were at all fine, so he instead says, "It couldn't be helped, you had things to do."

"Well..."

He discerned the playful undertone to your voice when you trailed off, "What?" He makes a mental note of the background noise consisting of other voices and the sounds of busy people, They definitely aren't home right now.

"I actually got off of work early~"

He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, did you get off early for?"

"For your gift you volleyball addict." You don't let him retort to the lighthearted jest as you continue, "I needed enough time to get it ready and shipped over there."

"Shipped?" You speak as though you just got the gift together and sent it out today, meaning he definitely wouldn't be seeing it today. "Wouldn't it have made more sense to do it like a week earlier?"

"It would've arrived too soon then."

"I'd rather it be early than late, don't you?"

"Who says it'll be late?"

He hears a car door close on your side, but again decides to not comment and chooses to answer, "The clock that says 10:53 pm behind me."

"The shipping company says it should be there in 5 minutes or so."

The more you speak, the greater his confusion becomes. He jokes, "You must've paid triple for fast delivery."

"Something like that. It is a special one," you laugh with him before sighing, "Well, I have to go now, but keep an eye out for that gift."

"If it gets here on time. Otherwise, it's a belated gift."

"Right, you'd never let me live it down." Oikawa catches someone else's voice after you say that and nearly asks about your whereabouts until you pipe up quickly, "I really have to go, but I'll see you later, okay? Love you!"

You hang up, preventing him from calling you out on your little slip of the tongue.

'See you later'? Maybe it was an accident. Yeah. They've done that before.

Though he brushes aside his suspicions, they swim around his brain for the 5 minutes you'd informed him of earlier as he lingers on his phone for a bit longer. The longer he mindlessly scrolls through social media, the more apparent the red flags from before become now that his brain's had time to wake up and think over the phone call.

There's no way your job would let you leave at 10 am when you go in at 7. The earliest you've ever managed to take off was 3 pm, any earlier only being possible for emergencies.

Why would you wait until now to tell him about a gift, let alone send it? You aren't the type to be late with things like this, so it doesn't sound right for you to be sending it this late.

And speaking of sound, where the heck are you? You took advantage of his tired state and managed to avoid any mention of what you were doing. You even cut the call short.

...I'm too tired for this.

As badly as he wants to close his eyes, he does want to see this "special" gift you promised him. He doesn't get much time to wonder what the gift is when he hears 3 oddly familiar and solid knocks at his front door.

"Coming!" He yelled through his 8th yawn, drowsy yet anticipating while dragging himself out of his room to answer. Another red flag waves in the back of his mind once he reaches the door, this time reminding him of how much Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Makki asked about you while not explaining why.

Wait-

His confirmation comes in the form of you, visibly exhausted yet overjoyed to see him as you jump through the door frame to wrap Oikawa in a hug and exclaim, "Happy birthday!"

He's still processing how he didn't realize what you were doing sooner, blaming it on the long day he'd had that wore him out.

He soon hugs you back, still surprised but feeling the infectious elation from you, and says, "You're the gift, huh?"

You lift your head to sleepily grin at him and respond, "I said it was special, didn't I?"

He's compelled to smile back, "Yeah, you did."

He's just a few steps away from hitting the hay, his social battery is low from today's events, and he hardly spoke to you until now.

But you're here, and that's truly what matters most to him, so he supposes his birthday is happy this year.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #hq x y/n #haikyū x you #oikawa drabbles #happy b-day to one of the many loves of my life #don't call me out over that rushed ending pls #the word count is fitting for a fic but i'll let this one slide because i didn't write it with the intention of it being a fic #and coming up with a summary and title is torture rn

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violet0203 · 2 years

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how you met your boyfriend Oikawa

sorry i’m obsessed with oikawa once again.

I have not proof reading so there might be some mistakes. hope you enjoy <3

This is kinda pt2.

pt3.

You met Oikawa during his first year in Argentina. You can still vividly recall that day.

It was in the summertime, a Tuesday afternoon. you were in the park with your niece and nephew after picking them up from your sister’s house. She asked you to babysit them while she was at worked and you of course agreed because they were not a big trouble, actually it was pretty fun.

That was a particularly hot day so in due moment you all went to a supermarket to buy some ice-cream and snacks for the evening.

When you arrived to the store they ran straight to the ice-cream aisle. The two kids left you a little behind, but you could see when they suddenly stopped and stared a grown man that you didn’t know.

They turned to you, mouth wide opened, gasping and pointed the man. You finally got to them and whisper.

“Who is he?”

“THAT IS OIKAWA TORU” your niece screamed in the whisper, but you still weren’t able to recognize the name.

“Is the volleyball player that we so often talk about, the japanese one! He is here!” It started to make sense to you and you remembered that at some point they mentioned his name to you. He was the setter of their favourite team.

“If you love him so much go and ask him for a photo, this will probably be your only chance” they looked you terrified, as if they didn’t have the personality enough to do that. Both of them looked you with puppy eyes and ask you to go with them and you do the talk.

You gave in to their request.

During all the time you talked, he already had walked to others aisles so you needed to find him, your nephews following behind.

In the vegetable aisle there was him. You approached to him and clear your throat as to grabbed his attention.

When you first saw him back in the ice-creams aisle you didn’t really take a look of him, but now you were so much closer and could appreciate all his features: his brown eyes, his little long and wavy hair, his smile…

“Hi” he said, clearly not speaking any Spanish.

“Hi, i’m (y/n) and this are my nephews” you told him their names as you pulled them behind your back to stop them hiding from him “They are really big fans of your club, and of course you, so they wonder if they can take a photo with you”

Oikawa looked at them and crouched down to be at their eye level, because oh my god he was so tall. He tried to have a conversation with them, your nephews could understand and speak a little of english, but you sometimes you had to intervene and help them.

“Estábamos tan emocionados de ir a verte a las finales del campeonato, pero no pudimos conseguir entradas” your niece pouted. Oikawa looked at you waiting for your translation, he was trying to comfort her holding her hand because what she said it made her a little sad.

“They were eager to go and watch the finals, but they didn’t get tickets before it sold out”

Oikawa looked at your nephews and looked at you.

“I can give them tickets. Every player has some for friends and family and in my case all of them are in Japan”. He said shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I was giving them away anyways”

Your nephews didn’t understand what’s going on, so you had to translate them the made proposal. They were so happy, their face lighted up, hugged Oikawa and almost made him loose balance. The three of them laughed.

When the kids calmed down a little bit, the setter stood up and now you had to look up to meet their eyes.

“Thank you”

“Eh- Can I have your number?” once again he said shyly, his cheeks going a little red (yours went red too) “Mm-you know- to send you the tickets”

He gave you his phone to save your number and then send you a text so you will have his.

“I will coordinate it then”

“Once again thank you”

“Seriously no problem”

You and your nephews said goodbye to him and walked away to buy the stuff you were going to in the first place. They were so excited that they didn’t trouble to pick an ice cream flavour and let you choose.

After the checkout and on your way home, they realized they forgot to take the picture. You couldn’t avoid but laughed a little, but they were really upset.

“Don’t worry, you can take one after the game”

The next days Oikawa texted you a few times: sending you the tickets, asking your address to send the vip pass, wanting to know a little more of your nephews (and you).

Before you know it, it was Saturday and your sister was picking you up to go to the game (as the setter send one extra ticket she joined you).

When you were in high school you never were interested to play volleyball as your sister, so you actually have never even watched a profesional game vía tv. Therefore along the last week your nephews tried to teach you all the rules and the players so that you would be too lost.

Oikawa the day before gave you all the instructions you would need: where to park, what entrance use, what you would need to show to the security guards, how to find your seats etc.

There was still some time left, but the stadium seemed to be full by now. In the court the teams were already doing stretches and some drills to warm up.

“Look there he is” your niece pointed to the setter that was a few metered away.

“Well he is even more handsome in person” your sister whisper only for you to hear and you laughed. When you looked back at him he was watching you and waved his hand.

As soon as the game started you were impressed by the athleticism of all the players. They were able to jump so high, spiked the ball at such velocity, the blocks and of course the set that Oikawa was able to do. The game was so awesome that you cursed yourself for not watching one before.

They won 3-1. They were national champions. The players went to celebrate with the public and Oikawa went were you were. Your nephews being the happiest, went down the stairs to the barriers and started to celebrate with him.

Your sister went closer to them and took his children a photo. You then saw Oikawa whispering something to her ear, as you were far from them there was no way you could hear, but both of them look at you.

“Yeah, is single” your sister answered and he just smiled relieved. You were puzzled about what was going on. Your niece, send by her mom, went up to you and pulled you down to where the others were.

You congratulated him for the win and once again gave him thanks for the tickets. As usual, he said nothing to worry about. It was a little awkward, like if you both wanted to say something else but were afraid of.

While this were going on his teammates were still celebrating around, there was people working to made the podium for the award ceremony and a reporter was signalling him to make an interview.

“Mm-I need to go-but, I was wondering… would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

It was a little bit of a shocked but you didn’t hesitate to answer him. It was surreal, but even after only knowing him only for a week something inside you was telling you that it was him.

He told you that will text you, before saying goodbye to your family and to you and going back to the reporter.

“Oikawa you look happy, what does it feel to win this championship during your first year with the team”.

He of course was happy for winning finally a championship after all the hard work, but the real reason he couldn’t stop smiling was you. Of course he wouldn’t tell that to the interviewer so just went on about the game.

You all stayed to watch the award ceremony, Oikawa got the mvp, before you left.

When your sister left you home your phone buzzed:

“What about tomorrow at seven pm?” you couldn’t wait.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write

Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.

Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.

Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.

Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.

Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.

Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.

Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.

Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.

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milk-breadx · 2 years

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Prove Them Wrong; oikawa tooru

oikawa tooru x gn!reader

Angst to Comfort!

You were prepared to face the world when you started dating Oikawa Tooru. All the stares, the threats, and the warnings.

At least you thought you were.

Now that you're married to him, what happens when one of the things hindering your relationship was none other than Tooru, himself?

word count: 2,457

warnings: mentions of divorce, implications of cheating, bastard (?)

Fans flocking towards Oikawa Tooru was something you expected when you began dating him. The constant screaming for his attention, pushing to get close to him, even threatening you not to come near him. Of course it bothered you, especially when some of his loyal fans knew he was in a relationship with you, but you know well that Tooru wouldn't let them cross the line. Until now.

Relationships aren't perfect. This is a fact. After being together for how many years, arguments come and go. Both of you would be at each other's throats but in the end, you stuck together. And now you both are married.

Yet, that didn't stop his fans. In fact, they started to become bolder. Latching unto him, following him on your dates, heck, even asking for him at your front door! It was infuriating. Some people just can't grow up.

Such fans seemed to know your husband's every move and just knew when to try and get closer. Normally, Tooru wouldn't bother with such fans, especially when he already has you; but this past week hasn't been treating you both right causing arguments to sprout between you two.

Being married to him meant you know a lot about him, like how he'd react when you both would be in a fight. And would you look at that, you married a petty bastard.

You know Tooru is the type to spite you by making you jealous. In doing so, he did more than tolerate their gestures, he encouraged it. At first, you thought it was just him being nice, but after a week of inflated dating rumors and pictures of your husband holding on to his fans just as tight as they are holding on to him, you were getting frustrated. Is this him trying to make you jealous or him trying to tell you he had enough of you? You aren't gonna let this go and escalate further, which is why you're going to talk to him when he comes home.

Lo and behold, he walks through the door past dinner time. He sees you sitting by the kitchen counter and tries to walk past you, towards the shared bedroom. But your voice stops him in his track, "Aw, not even a classic 'honey, I'm home'?"

You two just look at each other before he sighs and starts speaking, "I was just out with a fri-"

"Oh, I know." You pull out an article from your phone, posted not more than an hour ago, and showed it to him. In the article, it shows 2 pictures of Tooru. One with him by an ice cream truck, the other, by a picnic table. But both with someone he seems to be fond of. An unfamiliar face with red cheeks from excitement, but also nervousness. They were sporting merchandise from the oh-so familiar team and even had a gift at hand. Looking at your husband's whole appearance, that gift in the picture was now in his hand.

"A walk with ice cream? So sweet, simple, and romantic. But the world knows you're married, so it's also- what's the word?" You pretended to think, "Ah, yes." You looked him in his eyes, "Scandalous. You know you're also hurting your reputation as well as the team's for this, right?"

Sighing, he replies, "I'm not hurting anyone. They're nothing more than a good friend." He winks and that makes you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. He walks away to the bedroom, but not before saying, "You're worrying over nothing so just let it go."

You tried to let it go. You REALLY did. Maybe you were just a wee bit jealous. Maybe the stress of work + arguments with your husband was clouding your judgment and they really were just friends. So you tried ignoring it.

More photos of your husband with other people? Easy. Those people could be his friends or family. Headlines about a figure that resembles Tooru meeting with someone? The person might look like him but that doesn't mean it actually IS him. Paparazzi posting photos of him hugging fans with captions about the man suggesting an affair? The paparazzi are always exaggerating things. Your Tooru would never even think of doing such a thing. No matter the situation, in times of arguments or not, you believe he wouldn't do that to you.

But as every week passes by, the news always finds its way to you. Your coworkers keep bringing it up, your friends sending almost every article about your husband to you. You've even found yourself doing more work just to avoid any sort of news about the volleyball player and arguments with him! Again and again, you just try to ignore it because it could all just be a misunderstanding.

You know what? Maybe showing up to one of his games would send a message to the paparazzi that nothing bad is going on between you two, and that your marriage was going strong, even if the atmosphere at home was still tense. Having been under a ton of work + the constant arguing, you haven't had the chance to see your husband in action for quite a while. Also, you dearly miss your Tooru and going to bed every night with space between you two felt like living in hell. Maybe showing your support would tell him you're ready to reconcile.

For the most part, it was going well. Once he saw you up on the bleachers, he gave a soft smile which told you he was ready to reconcile too. When you two get back home, no more arguing. In its place, communication.

Thinking about finally fixing things with Tooru almost made you forget about the horde of fans with you on the bleachers. What made you remember is the feeling of multiple eyes staring at your figure. Quickly, but subtly, turning your head to see fans of Tooru staring and pointing fingers at you. Now throughout your relationship with him, you've learned to ignore the comments his fans made, but after everything that has happened, those insecurities started crawling back slowly. All the bullying, the threats. All the times his fans said you weren't enough for him. It all came back slowly and you find yourself trying to hide from their gazes and praying this game ends sooner so you and your husband can finally go back home.

The game has ended, resulting in the win of Tooru's team of course. You let out a sigh of relief and quickly gathered your things before heading downstairs to meet your husband and give him his well-deserved "congratulations" + a kiss on the cheek.

Once downstairs, walking towards your husband proved to be quite the challenge. With fans and interviewers alike, running up to the team. You hoped that you could catch Tooru's gaze and he would make his way to you, but the constant pushing did not help.

The security hired for this game didn't help much either as some fans were practically latching on to the players, acting as if they were close to them.

You almost reached Tooru, just behind some journalists and you see someone latching on to him. You could've sworn you've seen that fan's face somewhere. Ah yes, the same person from the article you showed Tooru weeks ago. The security had now been taking, practically dragging, the fans that had latched on to the players away, which relieved you a little bit. But when one of the men tried leading said fan away, he was stopped, by none other than your husband.

You stopped in your tracks, confusion written all over your face. One of the journalists had caught this interaction and asked the volleyball player about it, "Is this someone special?" Your husband sheepishly laughed and avoided the question, which only made you even more confused and hurt. Could this still just be some sort of misunderstanding or was it your worst fears confirmed?

You didn't wanna stay here longer. With the chance of someone recognizing you and your relationship with Tooru, it was best to leave before the waterworks came.

Because of all the thinking you've been doing, the journey home felt quick. No tear rolled down your face the whole way, but your mind was still in a haze of confusion. He keeps saying it's nothing, you keep telling yourself it's nothing, but that one moment where he didn't even bother to deny that interviewer's implications made you feel scared.

You sat on your couch for who knows how long, until the ringing from your phone broke your really long train of thought. Bringing your phone up to your ear, you hesitantly answered with a shaky "hello?"

"Babe! I've been looking for you everywhere, where did you go? The team is gonna celebrate the victory and I thought it would be nice for us to go since, y'know, we haven't been to a party together in a while."

There was no point in trying to hide what you were feeling right now and even if you wanted to, you didn't have it in you to ignore the situation much longer.

"Home. I'm at home."

You can hear the confusion in his voice as he asks, "Weren't you at the game earlier? Or was I smiling at a complete stranger the whole time?"

He seems to not have gotten the message, so you make it a bit clearer for him. "Yeah, I was at the game earlier, but I feel-" You took a deep breath because the question you were about to ask could be the end of your marriage. "I saw you with that fan again, Tooru. Please, answer me honestly. No more 'it's nothing' or 'she's no more than a friend' because given the way you two acted together and your inability to deny that journalist's question, I need to know. Who are they to you?"

"(Y/N)-"

"Tooru, don't beat around the bush anymore. If it's over, just tell me. Don't continuously hurt me like this, I-"

He ended the call.

Just like that, you put down your phone and finally let out the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back.

It hasn't been that long since the short conversation with Tooru, but you feel like you need to tell someone something important. The balcony was a pretty good place to find some peace and fresh air, so you headed there. With a shaky push of a button, you waited for someone on the other end of the call to answer.

Your best friend, who happens to be a divorce lawyer, finally answered.

"Hey (Y/N), how's it going?"

"Well, not great actually."

"What? What happened?"

"This is the part where you say 'I told you so,' cause guess what?" You paused a little bit, the realization kicking in once again. "You were right."

"What?"

"Actually everyone was! You, his whole fan club, heck, even his friends!"

"(Y/N), what's going on?"

You let out a sigh, "I'm gonna need your expertise because Tooru doesn't want anything to do wit-"

Your phone had been snatched from your hand. When you looked up, it was Oikawa Tooru. Complete with his heavy breathing from running almost all the way home, your phone in his outstretched hand farthest from you, and tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't finish that sentence."

"And why not?" You tried to keep a straight face and your voice from being shaky, "It's over between us, right?" but the quiver of your lip made it impossible to do so.

Tooru dropped your phone on the table and started shaking his head profusely. He moved closer to you, opening his arms for a hug but you stepped back and turned away from him.

"You keep telling me it's nothing, but then you go making it seem like it's not nothing, Tooru! What am I supposed to believe?" You said in anger. "Y'know, ever since we started dating, everyone has been telling me, actually, warning me about you. My friends, your whole fan club, even Iwaizumi and the others warned me! They warned me that our relationship won't last long, how you'll easily find someone better than me and leave. I'm beginning to think they're right."

You were about to grab your phone, which was still in a call, from the table. But, in a blink of an eye, his arms were wrapped around you, unmoving no matter how much you struggled. "Tooru, let me go!"

"No! I'm not going to and I'm never going to! Cause I know that if I do, it will be the end of us." The sound of his sniffling makes you stop struggling in his grasp, your arms falling by your side as he cries and tells you he's sorry over and over again.

"I love you. No one else, just you. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I had someone else, for dismissing your feelings, for arguing these past weeks. I'm sorry. I'll do better, I-I swear. I'll prove all of them wrong and I'll make you the-the happiest person on earth, just-" He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Please don't leave me."

You let him cry for a bit. The sound of his cries made your heart ache and you felt your own tears roll down your face. When he calmed down, you asked him, "You won't let your fans cling on to you anymore?"

He leaned back to look you in the eyes and nodded profusely, "I'll tell them I'm happily married, I won't accept their gifts, I'll do anything to get the message across that I-"

You finally hugged him back and placed your head on his shoulder, which caught him by surprise. With the serious tone in his voice, you know he isn't lying to you. "I forgive you. And I'm sorry for all the fighting too. Just don't do it again. Please."

After hearing those words, he squeezed you tighter, "I promise I won't. I'll prove to you and to everyone that I do love you with all my heart."

You two pulled away from each other, but before a word could leave your lips, a short ring from your phone alerted you both. Oh right. Your friend must have heard the whole thing. You gave him a look saying 'I'll see what it is, then when everything's settled, we'll talk'. He nodded back with a soft smile and headed inside.

Grabbing your phone and turning it on to see that the call had ended, and a message has been left for you. You smiled, because the message reads:

"u 2 talk. I'm sure u wont be needing my help at all seeing that you 2 proved me wrong. u were right. He really does love you."

What are your thoughts on this?? Would you forgive him or kICK EM TO THE CURB?

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mavrintarou · 7 months

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [5]

I know, you all have been patient with me on this series. Really want to finish WYE with an explosion lol so please continue to bear with me on that one.

Warning: none, just two humans trying to be better...

Fourth part Sixth part

Y/n waited patiently outside their units by the elevator for Toru and Mateo.

At last, their door cracked open and Toru stepped out with Mateo strapped to his chest in a baby carrier facing outward. “Oh!” Toru’s eyes widen, “how long have you been waiting for? You should have come over.”

Y/n smiled, shaking her head. “I wasn’t waiting long, I figured you guys would come out eventually.” She stepped forward and held her hands, “give me the diaper bag, I’ll carry that.”

Toru was reluctant to but gave in. “Thank you.” He turned so Mateo could see her, “say hi, Teo.”

“Hi, Mateo!” Y/n cooed, rubbing his cheek. He smiled bashfully and Y/n spotted a tiny white tooth appearing. “Is that a tooth?”

“Yep, he’s teething and drooling everywhere,” Toru answered, indicating the bib around his neck, was already damp with drool.

She had gone a few days without seeing them but they had made plans to go out to the new restaurant that opened down the street.

Y/n slipped the backpack pack and pressed the button for the elevator, “shall we head down?” Mateo answered excitedly kicking and flapping his arms.

Toru reserved a private room that was closed off from the public area. Although he played professional volleyball for another country, Toru held a large enough fan base in his home country. He was often recognized out in public and bombarded with questions and requests for autographs.

Mateo sat in the high chair patiently waiting to be fed by his dad.

Toru’s phone buzzed for the second time after he silenced the first call. He sighed, “do you mind if I take this call?”

Y/n nodded, setting her chopsticks down so she could take Mateo’s feeding spoon and his baby food. “Not at all, go for it.”

Toru gave her an apologetic expression and exited the room before answering the call.

Mateo immediately blabbered, eyeing his food in her hand. “Okay, okay,” Y/n giggled quickly feeding him. “Yummy, right?” He smiled, showing his gummy smile. “Goodness, you’re so cute, Mateo!”

Y/n couldn’t deny that he held a special spot in her heart. She has always been softhearted for babies in general but something about Mateo, he had her wrapped around his chubby tiny fingers.

She wiped his mouth and continued to feed him when Toru reentered the room, she could immediately sense the irritation in him even if he quickly tried to mask it with a smile. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated but sighed, he took a seat again and wiped Mateo’s mouth. “It was the head coach for Japan’s volleyball team. He’s trying to recruit me to play for them now that I’m back in Japan.”

“You… don’t want to play anymore?” Y/n grabbed Mateo’s cup, giving him some water.

He remained silent for a few seconds before uttering a quiet, “no.” He inhaled sharply, looking at her before continuing, “with the piano, do you ever have moments where you question your passion? Like you’ve plateaued and don’t know where you’re going with it anymore? That’s where I’m at. I don’t know if I just don’t care for it anymore or I’ve done all that I can and I’m ready to start something new now.” Toru lets out a chuckle, “I never thought there would be a day I would say that,” he looked over at Mateo, reaching over to brush his hair, “until this little guy came along. I want to spend as much time as possible with him because I know how hectic it’ll be if I continue to play professionally.”

Y/n nodded, understanding him. “I feel the same way too.”

Toru’s eyes locked with hers, “about your career?” She nodded to his question.

“For a few months now, I’ve been stuck in limbo contemplating what I want to do with my career now. I was blessed to play alongside some of the greatest and most amazing musicians and traveled for my career,” her voice paused as if she was reminiscing on old memories. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

Toru nodded, “that’s exactly what I feel too, got to play for an international team and traveled, played professionally… what more do I want or can I do now?”

“Do you feel like… you just need a break? A breather?”

“Yes,” Toru answered with a smile, understanding exactly what she meant. “To be clear, I’m not saying I’m done with volleyball, I think I just need a break like you said. A long break.”

Y/n looked over at Mateo who was blowing bubbles, she smiled lovingly at him before looking at Toru. “Well, if you’re looking for a sign to take one, I’ll be the sign. I give you permission to take a long break, Oikawa Toru.”

Toru’s eyes water as he looks down, chuckling. “Why are you always making me cry, Y/n?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, “don’t cry! I’m not making fun of you, I promise!”

He shook his head, looking up and wiping his tears away. “No, I know you’re not making fun of me, it’s just… you’ve been saying everything that I just need to hear and it’s so relieving. So, thank you. Thank you for giving me permission to take a break.”

. .

Toru came out of the men’s bathroom shortly after he entered and looked at Y/n with a face she couldn’t quite decipher.

“That was… a fast diaper change,” Y/n’s tone was filled with half sarcasm and amusement.

Toru made a face, “I’m really sorry to ask this but the men’s bathroom doesn’t have a changing table…”

“Ah,” Y/n reached for the diaper bag and took Mateo, “come on, Teo – let’s go change your poopy diaper.”

“Thank… you…” he watched the two of them march and disappear into the women’s bathroom happily.

His heart raced with a mixture of emotions. Gratitude welled up within him, an unspoken appreciation for Y/n’s boundless kindness and loving heart. Each passing day seemed to deepen his feelings for her, as he found himself falling for her even more.

Toru knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist letting the scenarios in his mind play out temporarily. Observing how wonderfully Y/n interacts with Mateo, he couldn’t help but envision the possibility of them forming a small, loving family.

He doesn’t have the heart to admit how he has been longing to complete his little family and he knows Y/n means no harm by it but he couldn’t help but just wonder… how does she feel?

Will she be willing?

Can she see a future with him and Mateo?

He knows he’s getting ahead of himself and he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t have such expectations. He should just be thankful that Y/n wants to associate herself with them.

“What?...” Toru mumbled when he felt the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. His balance wavered as he swiftly realized that an earthquake was occurring at the very moment.

Screams and shouts echoed around him as he scanned his surroundings. Cars had come to a halt, and buildings were shaking violently. The tremors beneath his feet intensified, causing windows to shatter and fall from various directions.

“Y/n!” Toru shouted, deftly avoiding falling debris and frantic people in his rush to reach the women’s bathroom. “Y/n!” he cried out, as a group of women inadvertently surged past him in their haste to exit the restroom. Amid the chaos, he was jostled and pushed back from the women’s bathroom, but he stood firm and pressed onward, still shouting, “Y/n!”

“Toru!” He heard Y/n’s scream, “Toru, we’re still inside!”

With no time to spare, he rushed into the bathroom, pushing aside any concern. He advanced further until he turned the corner, where he discovered Y/n hurriedly trying to get Mateo off the small changing table. He swiftly collected Mateo’s belongings and stuffed them into the backpack. “We have to leave quickly,” he urged.

“I think it’s safest to remain here, the walls are cemented and there’s no windows.” She pressed Mateo close to her chest, a protective hand over his head. She looked down at the changing table, “this table is large enough to cover us, we should get under it.”

Toru nodded and followed Y/n who scrambled underneath the table, securing Mateo tightly in her arms.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly as he started to cry. She pulled him tighter in her embrace, murmuring soothing words to calm him.

Toru’s arms enveloped them protectively, drawing them close as the ground shook even more violently than before. Dust and other debris began falling from the ceiling. The lights in the bathroom flickered and then, with a final quiver, lost their connection.

It was the longest few minutes of their lives holding their breath and praying for the earthquake to pass.

The ground had finally grown still, no longer quaking.

“Is it over?” Y/n whispered, her breath unsteady. She looked down at Mateo who calmed down and suckled his pacifier, staring back at her with wide eyes.

A light illuminated the closed-in bathroom as Toru turned on his flashlight on his phone. He looked at Y/n and Mateo before letting out a sigh of relief. “I think so.” He held his phone up, “I don’t have any signal.”

“Cellular towers must be down too,” Y/n shifted Mateo in her arms and gazed at the baby, “are you okay?” Having no clue what he had just gone through, he spat out his pacifier before smiling brightly at Y/n’s words, his dimples appearing on his chubby cheeks. Her heart melted and leaned to kiss his cheek. Her eyes widened for a split second, realizing what she had just done in front of Toru, and blushed, thankful they were still surrounded by the darkness. “We should… probably wait until they give us the green light to leave, we might be best staying here for now.”

Toru sighed and rolled his neck. “Yeah, I agree.” He reached over and let Mateo wrap his chubby fingers around his, “you are a trooper, not even realizing you just experienced your first earthquake.”

“It’s a story we’ll need to tell him later,” Y/n remarked.

Hearing her say ‘we’ll need to tell him later’ caused Toru’s heart to swell to the point of almost bursting. Those were simple words, but they filled him with hope that maybe she would continue to be part of their lives. He smiled as he watched his son burst into laughter while Y/n made funny noises and tickled him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before uttering the words he’d been dying to say. “I love your interactions with my son.”

Y/n turned her head, eyes wide before she smiled at him, “it’s hard to not adore him, Toru. I enjoy spending time with you two but I hope you don’t think I’m trying to evade your privacy or boundaries. I do – don’t want you to think I’m trying… to be his mother…”

“Can I be completely honest with you?” Toru murmured, gently tucking her bangs behind her ear. When Y/n nodded her head, he smiled warmly. “You are the most incredible female figure Mateo has ever had, and you’ve never crossed any boundaries or invaded our privacy. In fact, I’m sure Mateo agrees with me that we both would love for you to spend more time with us.” He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. “I just want you to know… and I hope what I’m about to say won’t scare you away because I don’t know what Mateo and I would do if you no longer want anything to do with us anymore but I can’t keep it to myself any longer, but God, Y/n, you have no idea how much I wish you were his mother.”

Mateo squealed loudly as if he understood and agreed with his father.

Y/n adverted her gaze momentarily, clearing her throat. “I once heard a quote: ‘Every child deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child,’” she began. Then, she turned her gaze back to Toru. “I won’t deny that what you just said caught me off guard, but it certainly didn’t frighten me.” Her eyes met his, silently conveying that she shared his sentiments. “To be completely honest also, I’ve been longing for a child for a few years now,” she admitted. She shifted her focus to Mateo and playfully wiggled his arms. “That’s partly why I lost my passion for the piano. I didn’t exactly know how I was going to make it happen, but…” she chuckled, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Let’s just say I’ve been on the baby-fever bandwagon for quite some time, and meeting Mateo… it truly was a blessing.”

Toru shifted, sitting with his back against the wall and staring off into the darkness. “It goes both ways, Y/n. You are a blessing to Mateo and me.” He reaches towards Mateo, who instantly grabs a hold of one of his fingers. “I – I was wondering… are you… seeing someone?”

It took Y/n a few seconds before she answered, “no, I’m not. That man you saw the other day was Woojin. He’s also a musician, and that’s how we became acquainted. But that was the last time I’ll be seeing him, we decided to go our ways.”

A small smile appeared on Toru’s lips, his heart was going through all sorts of emotions but at this moment, it was warm hearing Y/n confirm she was not seeing anyone.

“What about you, Toru?” Y/n inquired, “are you seeing someone?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I am not seeing anyone.” His breath trembled and his heart raced as his mind screamed at him, here’s your chance. “Although… I do want to get to know someone.” He glanced at Y/n to see her reaction before continuing, “if I should be so bold as to ask, are you open to seeing someone, Y/n?”

Y/n’s breath quickened, and her heart raced as her mind grappled with how to respond to him. She couldn’t deny that over the past few weeks since she’d met Toru and Mateo, she imagined and daydreamed about what life with them could be like. She also couldn’t deny that after she heard about Lucia, she had secretly wished she could have been the one to carry and give birth to Mateo, the sweet boy in her arms. The idea of considering a man who already had a child with a previous partner had never crossed her mind before, but in this situation, with Toru and Mateo, she realized she wouldn’t mind at all.

She cast him a shy glance, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. “If I’m allowed to be as bold as you,” she replied with a hesitant smile, “and if it’s you, then yes, I’d be open to seeing you.” She is immediately hit with the idea that she might have misunderstood his question and she quickly adds rashly, “oh my goodness, I just totally assumed you were referring to… you and I… I’m so emba – “

Her sentence was abruptly interrupted as Toru gently pressed his lips against hers, hushing her words. He gave her lips two tender pecks before pulling back, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips before meeting her eyes. “I’m referring to you and me,” he whispered.

“Toru,” Y/n whispered.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me again.”

His lips curved into a boyish grin before he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers softly. His hand comes to cup her face, taking it slow…

Toru’s breath hitched with Y/n’s mouth shifted and her tongue teased at his lower lip before he smirked and met her eagerness. He did not peg Y/n as one to take the lead in a kiss but he wasn’t going to complain if she preferred it. Cool chills ran down his spine as Y/n let out a soft moan against his mouth and all he could think about was how he wanted to hear more of it.

The moment was interrupted by their phones dinging with a notification informing them of the status of the aftermath. Seconds later, the lights in the bathroom flickered on.

Y/n was the first to pull away and Toru chuckled at the annoyed and slightly disappointed expression that briefly crossed her face. She then quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed with a blush.

Mateo cooed, reminding the two adults that he was still present. He suckled his fingers, drooling everywhere.

Toru playfully poked his son’s cheek, “sorry son, didn’t mean to make you the third wheel.”

Upon their return home, they found the apartment building’s management making announcements. They explained that the external structure of the building had not suffered any damage, but this assessment did not extend to the interior structure. Each unit would undergo inspection to ensure it met safety requirements.

As soon as the three stepped out of the elevator, Mateo was sound asleep in Toru’s arm.

“That was quite a day,” Y/n remarked, shifting her weight onto her heels. “Get some rest, and I’ll catch up with you…”

“On a date. I’m going to take you on a date, is that all right?” Toru finished her sentence for her.

Y/n nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. “I’d love that.”

“You go in first.” He jutted his chin towards her door, “have a good night.”

Y/n walked backward, maintaining eye contact with him until she gently bumped into the door. “Good night,” she whispered before disappearing into her unit.

She dreaded the idea of finding her place in disarray after the earthquake but to her surprise, when she reached the living room, only a few items lay scattered on the ground. Her piano was not a concern; she had it secure in place specifically for situations like earthquakes, and there was nothing near it that could have caused damage.

She tossed her purse on the couch and turned her heels to head for the kitchen when she froze and turned her heels 180 degrees.

Her hand covered her mouth as she muttered, “oh my gosh…”

A big portion of the thin wall that separated her unit from Toru had completely collapsed, and as Y/n stood there in shock, she met Toru’s mirrored expression of surprise.

. . .

E/n: Will be back to edit.

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