#sick Oikawa

[flunflun]

iwa sick

#iwaoi #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #flunart #inspired by surprise surprise... cj being sick #get well soon cj

[annberr-arts]

pirate au pirate au

#berry arts #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #oikage #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #i like pirates i think #sorry if it looks a little off i just got so sick of this

[iwaoiness]

Foolbirds

"Are you talking to Iwaizumi?" Matsukawa asks quietly, pretending to pay attention to the physics problem the teacher is explaining on the board.

Sitting next to him, in the back row, Oikawa stiffens, raising his head toward Issei, and blinking. His lips are curved into a soft smile that he hasn't given him time to disguise.

"What?"

Mattsun smiles, peeling his eyes away from the board to direct them towards Tooru's phone on the table. It’s tucked under the thick physics book, screen on and brightness at minimum.

“You’re not subtle at all.”

Oikawa’s cheeks quickly turn red and he frowns, narrowing his big eyes.

“I’m not talking to Iwa-chan, it’s just… mom”

“Do you smile like a fool in love with your mom?”

"Actually, I didn't say it's my mom, maybe I'm talking to yours" He smiles proudly, but Issei arches an eyebrow, maintaining eye contact, amused watching Oikawa's ears also turn red and his lips quiver.

"Nice try, but you're not convincing at all."

Tooru's expression turns into a pout and he snorts, averting his gaze.

"... It’s Iwa-chan" He mumbles.

"Mmh" He hums, expanding his lazy smile as he turns his vision back towards the board. "Lovebirds"

"We're not!" He babbles too loudly, grabbing the attention of the class and halting the teacher's explanation.

Matsukawa has to make a titanic effort not to laugh as Oikawa (who curses him under his breath) quickly turns away, sketching his best innocent smile, the one that says I’m the best and more reliable student.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Oikawa-kun?" The sensei arches an eyebrow, one hand on her waist and the other holding the chalk.

"Just how well you teach the class, sensei" He broadens his smile, cocking his head slightly in a gesture he knows no one can resist.

The sensei blinks slightly in surprise, letting out an oh, thank you before smiling back at him and continuing with the explanation.

Oikawa sighs and, frowning again, pinches Matsukawa's thigh under the table when he hears him cough to hide the laughter.

"This is your fault" He sticks his tongue out at him, slouching back over his book (his phone, actually).

Matsukawa rolls his eyes in enjoyment, again pretending to be understanding Coulomb's law. It's only a matter of seconds until Tooru is visibly more relaxed and when Issei glances sideways at him, he finds him again grinning dumbly at his phone, typing subtly.

Instead of lovebirds, fool-birds, he thinks, making sure the sensei is still engrossed in her explanation before lifting the cover of his own book where he has hidden his phone and glancing at the latest messages he has received from Hanamaki.

chicken teri-maki 🦩

bro i cant handle this anymore tf are they waiting for this happens in EVERY FUCKING english class and i cant pay attention to the damn lessons bc this mf is so in love and im too gossipy to ignore it

And there is an accompanying image, somewhat blurry and from a low angle, but it is enough to see Iwaizumi's profile, with his cheek resting on his hand, eyes set on his phone hidden in his case and a small smile that he tries to conceal by gently biting his lip.

btw u know in japan we say machine to the sewing machines only but apparently in english it refers to anything from alarm clock to a piece of construction??

Then, there is another image, this time, a selfie of Makki from below, with a disgusted expression directed at the camera.

Issei snorts and, with agility, types on his phone with one hand.

welcome to the false friends's world do u know consent sounds like konsento the word we use to power outlet but consent in english its asking for permission to do something? and what do u thing our two stupids boys are talking about?

fr?? i hate the false friends sm why are we studying this shit idk dude but i swear one day ill get these two together

for my mental health and academic achievement

...

u can find me on my ao3 🌻🍉

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!! #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #hq fluff #haikyuu #oikawa x iwaizumi #theyre so in love #and matsuhana are sick of them #matsuhana #haikyuu drabble #hq drabble #haikyuu iwaoi #iwaoi texting #iwaoi fluff

[saeiken]

hq ghost au!! akaashi can see ghosts, bokutou is excited to have a settter (and friend) to toss for him

(more lore in the form of my texts w my sister under the link :3)

other stuff not included in those texts:

all of the captains (bokutou, kuroo, daichi, oikawa, ushijima) are dead and ghosts, only akaashi can see and talk to them

akaashi came to fukurodani to play w bokutou like does in canon, but only realizes that bokutou's a ghost when he meets him there

akaashi stays with volleyball only bc bokutou is so excited to have someone who can toss to him (and, you know.. theyre gay)

kenma and akaashi are closer friends, akaashi helps kenma and kuroo communicate

akaashi only meets oikawa after the timeskip, at the mbsy v adlers game (akaashi and bokutou went to see hinata and kageyama, who theyre closer w bc they are good friends w daichi)

pls let me know if you have other ideas/suggestions for this au!! i would love to talk abt it :]

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu au #bokutou koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa torū #kozume kenma #my art #tw death mention #aaaaa ive been thinking about this sm pls look at them #just putting the text pics here bc holy shit im so sick of typing w one hand #im not typing that all out... #also “weird relationships” is meant in an aspec way #not a creepy way :/

[todostiddies]

cried

THEY MADE IT TO NATIONALS

#haikyuu got me fucked up #i dont even like sports #when i tell yall i was rocking back and forth biting my knuckles like i needed to be locked up with chains #watched season 3 in one day and it took years off my life #the crowds reactions had me emotional #who is the guy in the hat #WHEN IT SHOWED USHIJIMA HOLDING TSUKI AND HINATA DOWN BUT THE 3RD YEARS CAME #AND THEY LIFTED HIM OFF OF THEM I GOT EMOTIONAL #AND THEN WHEN THEY WERE SHOCKED AND ALL THE 3RD YEARS CRIED TOGETHER I CRIED #AND EVERYONES REACTION GODDDDDDDDDD #oh to be a boy playing volleyball on the high of ever-evolving greatness potential dreams and friendships #MAKES ME SICK #im so happy for them #i also anxiety rubbed my cat like a mad woman but he liked it #AND TSUKI FUCKING ATE I KNEW HE WAS COOKING ALL THIS TIME #still waiting for the tiwns tho cant lie #AND OIKAWA IN GLASSES??? ATE #THE VICE PRINCIPAL SHAKING HIS WIG AROUND SENT ME #and everyone coming to cheer made me so happy goodness #i love haikyuu simply put

[boxdstars]

it’s so sick and twisted that my all time comfort character doesn’t pertain to any of my fandom blogs. and yes i could make a new one but then i’d have to actively manage three things (and we all know i can’t count past 3)

so i just take turns tormenting my followers between this blog and my other one, and if my streak of activity is any indication, it’s your guys turn. how’s everyone doing by the way

#boxdstars says some dumb shit #dear lord. please help #i’m so sick of getting up early multiple days in a row i am a night girlie not a morning one #save me toru oikawa. save me. oikawa. save me. #boxd chitchat

[ookiido]

be careful walking home alone, tooru....

#haikyuu!! #oikawa tooru #ookiido.png #part of my 80s au !! #listen.... there are many mistakes but.... #i'm sick of looking at this now lmao #oikawa in my style doesn't look like oikawa i know pls don't bully me;; #+ i haven't fully coloured / finished something since 2021.... #sorry if it looks dull ://

[slicesofapple]

Warning: MCD, death, sickfic, angst, hurt no comfort

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It took Tobio a year after Tooru died to visit his grave.

Shoyou drove him and was uncharacteristically (and empathetically) silent on the way home, Tobio scowling angrily out the window the whole way.

Another year passed before Tobio finally had the guts to listen to the recording, the one Iwaizumi had sent him after the funeral.

It was from that day: the day Tobio was returning from his away match. The last day Tooru was conscious.

Tobio had only gone on that trip because Tooru had been doing better and had insisted he go - had practically thrown him out.

With a trembling hand, Tobio hit the play button.

Tooru’s voice came through loud and clear, sounding almost like he used to, just a little breathless.

Ya-hoo, Tobio-chan! Iwa-chan’s making me record this. I don’t know why. You’ll be here tonight and I can talk to you in person.

There was a pause, followed by Tooru whining, I don’t have anything to say!

Crappykawa! Iwaizumi’s voice warned.

Fine, said Tooru’s voice. Tobio could picture the exact expression he must have had on his face when he said it. Jenna with the red hair is working today. Are you jealous? You needn’t be. The nurses don’t flirt back anymore. I’m too pathetic. Cancer finally kicked my ass, huh? 

There was a cough, and then another, followed by several panting breaths before Tooru started back up again, speaking more slowly as he continued to ramble on. And the food here is as shitty as ever. Well, the stuff Iwa-chan’s eating from the vending machine. They’re not letting me have anything. Not a good sign, right, Tobio-chan?”

There was a shuffling noise, then Iwaizumi’s voice broke in, I’ll be right back. Keep talking to Tobio while I’m gone, okay, Tooru?

Another shuffling sound, and then a gasp, as if Tooru was being hugged a little too hard, the air being squeezed out of him.

Tobio could hear a door sliding shut.

There was a brief silence.

Tooru’s voice was much quieter when he said, I love you, Tobio.

And then, I wish you were here.

And, finally, in a whisper, I’m scared.

There was a soft click as the recording ended, leaving Tobio alone once more, his face bathed in tears.

#Oikage #Kageoi #Angst #MCD #Hurt no comfort #Oikawa dies #sick fic #tobio has a hole in his heart #i made myself cry #poor tobio #poor tooru #poor iwa-chan #those were the last words Tooru spoke to Tobio. #By the time Tobio's plane touched down Tooru was unconscious. #He never woke up. #they love each other so much

[sukirichi]

dtd ch7 will be a lil delayed bcos it got longer than i expected and i wanna edit it before posting :<

#i was also hella sick this week so yeap #hanging on tho!! #i’m just 5k words in and it’s only oikawa’s part 😭 #I SWEAR HE BRINGS OUT SOMETHING IN ME

[drawingasmile]

For as long as he could remember… for as long as he’d known Oikawa Tooru… this had never. Ever. Happened to them. But in the 25 years that they’ve known each other, and plus in the 6 years that they’ve been in a relationship… it was bound to happen eventually right?

Hajime blamed Matsukawa. 

During their last get-together, Matsukawa was sneezing all over the place, while adamantly denying that anything was wrong with him. “It’s just seasonal allergies!” he had said.

/Seasonal allergies my ass./ 

Thanks to Matsukawa, Hajime and Tooru reached their first relationship milestone of being sick at the same time. The two of them were rendered into useless puddles at home. Sneezing, stuffy noses, coughing, hacking, the whole she-bang. 

What made this so hard was that they have never ever been sick at the same time. It was always one after the other.

When Hajime was the one sick, Tooru became unusually attentive, doing things to lessen Hajime’s burden and responsibilities. He would do all the chores (though he might put off on doing the most unpleasant ones towards the end), and he would also make sure to make Hajime’s favorite agedashi tofu. (And even though Hajime couldn’t taste it fully due to his stuffy nose, the gesture warmed his heart nonetheless).

And when Tooru was the one sick? Well, he liked to be… babied. And coddled. And pampered.

But when they were both sick? It took everything in Hajime’s power to make sure that the two of them got sustenance, fluids, and medicine. The two of them had agreed that Tooru would sleep in the guest bedroom when they were both sick so that they would be able to rest without disturbing the other with their respective coughs, sneezing, and general feverish movements. 

At the end of the day, Hajime would take some Nyquil and pass the fuck out. Rinse and repeat. He could see the light of good health shining at the end of the tunnel. However, there was just one problem.

Tooru was not getting better.

It was bedtime again. Hajime stood beside the guest bed in his pajamas, crossing his arms and staring down at Tooru disapprovingly. Tooru coughed and gave him a weak smile in response.

“All better, huh, Hajime?” he croaked out.

Hajime narrowed his eyes. “How come you’re not getting better?” 

Tooru shrugged, “Must be because I’m a delicate flower who needs nurturing, whereas Iwa-chan has the constitution of an ox —” 

Hajime cut him off, “What time are you sleeping? Have you been taking the medicine?”

Tooru wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like how it makes me feel drowsy. And…” he averted his gaze. “Iwenttosleepat3amlastnight”

Hajime felt a vein throb. “You /what/?”

“I know, I know, I know!” Tooru exclaimed. “I should take the stupid medicine and go to sleep earlier — but the bed is so empty and I feel so lonely without you by my side, Hajime.” he finished, looking up at him, his eyes large and pleading.

Hajime felt his resolve shake. While he has built up a resistance to Tooru’s charms through prolonged exposure, he truly was soft for him. Especially when he looked all pathetic with his stuffy nose and bloodshot eyes.

Hajime sighed. “Fine. I’ll stay in bed with you until you fall asleep, okay?” 

Tooru let out a small cheer and lifted up the blankets, inviting him in. Hajime complied and snuggled up next to Tooru, enveloping him in his arms, and putting his head on Tooru’s shoulder. Hajime felt Tooru let out a contented sigh. 

“I missed you, Hajime,” Tooru said softly.

“I missed you too, Tooru,” Hajime responded, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

Soon enough, Tooru drifted off to sleep, his snores made funny by the congestion in his nose, but it was cute, nonetheless. Hajime smiled to himself and started slowly extracting his arms, but he stopped. Actually... it wouldn't do any harm to stay with Tooru tonight, right?

He settled back in and tucked the blankets around the two of them.

It was more comfortable here anyway.

God, he really loves this bastard. 

//END

#iwaoi #sick fic #based on real events #I started writing this when I was sick and forgot about it for 2 months #iwaizumi hajime is a simp for oikawa tooru

[writingbymoonlight]

♡ @kouily & oikawa tooru ♡

trope: sharing an umbrella with him on a rainy day because you forgot yours. you are running late to meet some friends, so you're trying to sprint through the rain as fast as possible. fortunately, oikawa (who does have an umbrella) notices your plight and offers to walk with you to where you need to go.

#eventsbymoonlight : 200 followers #oikawa sees the opportunity to be a knight in shining armor and he takes it lol #and you take him up on his offer because you don't want to get sick from running in the rain #he teases you a little about forgetting your umbrella during your walk #which earns him an eyeroll from you #you learn that oikawa tooru is definitely a chatty person #but there is something oddly charming about him #and you find it pretty easy to strike a conversation with him #when you arrive at your destination he doesn't hesitate to ask for your number :) #thank you so much for participating in my event and i hope you like the moodboard and trope!

[134340am]

goob night frens! drink water

#coffee is not water #i think this oikawa fic is going to hit 3k (sweats loudly) #im sick of looking at it tho and i got stuck :-/ so im going to sleep #tmi tuna

[acerola-tree]

the year is 2022 and i'm reading iwaoi fanfiction time is a circle

#5 years ago i read iwaoi obsessively and then got sick of it bc most fics butchered oikawa's character #but i'm anxious about college stuff so down the hq rabbit hole i go again to avoid my problems #i'll read anything even iwaoi

[idlerin]

istg i wanna be free!! from school!! already!!

2 months 🥲🥲🥲🥲 2 MONTHS

#— noise. #ignore me #i just need another week break #so i can focus on me and my creativeness 😣😣😣 #might release another nonsense bonus #nonsense bonus or love sick teaser idek u guys choose #every time i open my drafts nonsense ch29 is the first thing i see and like i feel guilty cuz i cant WRITE rn and its a NARRATIVE chap #there are images and i see beautiful kyoya’s face cuz i used him again as oikawas fc #but also ive been thinking abt love sick suna rintarou and how he would def recognize reader just by their laugh alone

[tvhsleb3ww]

HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD

husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention

husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk

husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!

husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve

husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them

husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor

husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much

husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack

husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife

husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you

husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him

husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit

husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you

husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)

husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case

husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you

husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)

husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis

THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa toru #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa headcanons #oikawa drabbles

[oreosmama]

Voicemails After the Breakup (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: I pity the fools who ignore this a/n bc WARNING, these are hcs without those stupid bullet points bc I have suddenly emotionally decided that they fucking suck. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy the light angst, for all those survivors who are still vibing in this fandom. Enjoy!

Word count: 1968

Tooru Oikawa:

“I’m totally and completely over you.”

That’s how the message starts. 

Part of you wonders if you missed something, or accidentally skipped ahead. It’s so immediate, like Oikawa could barely wait for the beep before tearing into you. Like he needed to spit poison the second he had the chance. 

And it’s one of those biting remarks that he wants to let fester—for a while, evidently; he doesn’t say anything else for another five minutes. 

All that follows is a loud thud, like he’s thrown the phone away from him. And then footsteps, like he’s pacing, pacing, pacing back and forth, trying to think of more scathing words by burning holes into his carpet. 

You hit a point where you think you should delete the message, maybe try and not care about whatever else he may or may not say after waiting for so long. You nibble on your nails and tug at the snarls in your hair. You pick four pieces of lint off your sweatshirt and seventeen more off the blanket draped over your lap, and you know how many there are because you line them up and count them afterwards as you wait, anxious, listening to your ex-boyfriend’s panting. 

But a small rustle stirs at that five-minute mark, right against your ear. And a sniffle. 

“Fine.” Oikawa’s voice cracks. “You win.” 

You suck in a breath. 

“What do you wanna hear? That I miss you?” He sniffles again, then scoffs bitterly. “That I miss you so fucking much I can’t sleep at night? That my bed is so fucking cold now I can’t even stomach sleeping in it? That every girl I see I automatically compare to you because I have to—I just fucking have to, all because she’s not you. And it makes me sick.”

His chuckle is sour and crackles harshly into your eardrum. “Am I stroking your ego enough, sweetheart? Because you win. You fucking win.

“I want you back.” 

He sighs, and it sounds like he’s rubbing his forehead. 

“I need you back.” 

More beats pass in the silence. More sniffles, too, but stretched out, like he’s trying to steady his breathing. 

You don’t think it’s helping him any. As you wipe the cuffs of your sweatshirt underneath your eyes, his voice returns, thoroughly raw and wounded. It squeaks out of him, barely above a whisper. His voice is so loud and tender, like he’s cradling the phone against his cheek. 

Your hand against his warm cheek, curled over that pink skin, fingertips inches away from brushing through those soft strands, wiping tears. That’s what you wish it was. 

“I didn’t know…” 

A shaky breath. You hold yours in return. 

“I didn’t know anything could hurt this bad.”

He swallows thickly. 

“Those last few moments after you left—I thought that would be the worst of it. When you just walked out. And I keep seeing you do it, over and over and over, in my head like I can’t help but torture myself with it.

“I never knew it would get so much fucking worse.”

He whimpers a little, and your heart constricts unbearably. You tear at the damn thing buried underneath your sweatshirt, massaging the skin like it can soothe that phantom ache. 

Oikawa must hate you. Maybe he hates you like you hate him: not because of the breakup, but because you can go for weeks without seeing him, holding him, kissing him, and everything still hurts like that last time. 

“Thing is, I could’ve sworn you weren’t always in my life. It’s been two years. Only two years. And yet I can’t remember a damn thing before us. It feels like it was always us. Some fog, and then you, and then everything afterwards. Everything that was us.”

“And I hate that we had it so good, YN. I really do. Because missing you has been the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The frustration in his voice is familiar, a sickening sense of deja vu around it, and you latch a hand over your mouth at how vividly the image comes to you: Oikawa tearing his fingers through his hair, teeth gritted, cheeks flushed and shiny. Like when he lost a game, but different somehow. 

Like this was something he didn’t even know he could lose.

He’s crumbling in a way he doesn’t know how to stop. That ugly part about having something wonderful and new—the moment it’s gone, what the hell are you supposed to do then?

“I just—Goddamnit, I can’t stand how badly it hurts anymore. I can’t,” he cries, desperate and aching, like his hand is fisting at his heart. You can hear the breath hitching in his throat, the hiccuping breaths after his sobs. You can hear every tear, feel it against your own cheeks, a soreness building at the front of your skull. 

Too many tears. Your body is screaming at you, too many fucking tears. 

But it’s him and he was yours and you were his. 

Were. 

You were his. 

You had no idea how much that single thought could make your entire chest throb. 

Oikawa inhales, and it makes your heart race against the thick wall caging it in, squeezing against it. 

“I need to see you.” 

He says the thought like it’s just slapped him across the face. 

“I need to go see you, I—I have to.” 

He mumbles to himself unsteadily, like he’s rocking back and forth. Debating, really, what he’s supposed to do, if he should do it at all, if it’s right after everything.

You should probably think he’s wrong.

You probably shouldn’t be curled over your phone, eyes wide, mouth open, not making a fucking peep. Waiting to hear what he’s going to do. 

Maybe—just maybe—you shouldn’t be telling yourself that as the voicemail counts down to its final seconds, if he decides he’s not going to go to you, that you’ll definitely be going to him.

“I can’t just sit here. I can’t stay in here, without you. This isn’t right, I—”

Your breath hitches when you hear the frantic jingle of keys. 

Then the sound of a door slamming. 

His footsteps racing down his apartment’s stairwell.

A car engine revving. 

“I need to see you.” 

And the voicemail ends. 

_________________________

Satori Tendou: 

The message begins with a scoff of utter disbelief. 

“Is that what we’re doing now?”

He pauses, almost like he thinks you’re going to respond. 

“Heard from someone that I suddenly have syphilis. Yesterday, I had herpes though, so I guess I’m gonna have a tough week.”

A rustle like he’d shaking his head, like he can’t fucking believe it. 

“And sure, okay, I figured that’s fine. You can say all that shit, and it won’t really stick because everyone knows it was us and that it’s you and you’re hurt.”

He sighs. 

“But I saw it, sweetheart. I saw it.” The phone whines like he’s adjusting it against his face, and his voice is suddenly lower, darker. 

“You don’t get to have it both ways, you know. You can’t spread all that shit—all those rumors about how shitty everything was and how we didn’t have anything going for us—and then turn around two days later wearing my sweatshirt. And you don’t get to wear that necklace I gave you for our anniversary and then run away from me the second you see me. That’s just not fair—you’re not playing fair anymore.”

Something swishes around like loose clothing, and a large huff greets your ear from what must be Tendou collapsing into a seat. When his little sounds become quieter, that relentless humming and the excitable clicks of his tongue against his teeth, you figure he must have put the phone on speaker and balanced it on his knee like he always did. Mid-conversation with Ushiwaka, he always used to spin his phone with those long fingers, or bounce the damn thing up and down against his frantic leg. 

And the voicemail came through late last night, one of those dead hours where the only ones awake were Tendou, his scrambling thoughts, and the moths flitting back and forth outside his glowing window. He was always awake, always thinking, always doing something. 

When you’d first broken up, after one long, wrenching fight where you’d both lost your voices and the frustration welled so high you just couldn’t breathe anymore, you’d been thankful for the idea of sleeping soundly for the first time in months. 

You’d been wrong. You weren’t even sleeping anymore; just long, slow blinks where your phone screen would magically turn from 3:45 a.m. to 7:25 a.m., and in five minutes you’d have to get up and slug your way through another day. 

Tendou had been the same. Those naturally wide eyes sagged under the pressure, and the curve of his spine had deepened like he’d been hauling the lack of sleep everywhere he went. 

He must be sitting at his window now, at this moment in his message, pale skin aglow with wispy tendrils of moon. And he’s calling you. And he saw everything you’d done. 

“Not fair. Not fair at all,” he whines, teasing. Always, always teasing, and if you hadn’t heard the slight cripple in his voice on the last word, you’d have gone on thinking he viewed it as one big joke. 

You’re sure he heard the same thing you had—that he couldn’t keep acting like it was all fun and games. His usual, cat-like smile surely fell into a pert little frown, pale lips twisting like he’d sucked on a lemon. 

No fun, no fun, no fun, he must have been thinking. 

“Ya see, I thought we had a little deal,” Tendou drawls. “You’d talk smack and start dressing all pretty just to spite me, and then–and then I’d go ahead and delete all your pictures and put your name as ‘Bitch’ in my phone. And in, like, two weeks, we’d just be two ships, whoosh, whoosh, passing each other on the high seas of life, ya know?”

He breathes a ghost of a laugh. 

“But, sweetheart, you look like shit.” He chuckles for real this time, and it’s disgustingly hollow. “I’m not even kidding. Like someone ran you over three times every morning—it’s horrible, really.”

You curl into yourself even further, and you’re smiling, grinning, lips peeling with how much you’ve cried and how little water you’ve drank after. You hate him; God, you hate how he can make you laugh and cry at the same time. 

“But that’s okay, I’ll give you a pass just this once. I haven’t deleted your pictures yet, so I botched my end of the deal, too.” Tendou tsks his tongue. 

“I won’t go easy on you, though. Here–here, how’s about this: for every day you stop wearing my clothes—because they look horrible on you, sweetheart; really, you’re painful to watch—I’ll delete one of your pictures, eh? That means, in about–uhhdivideby365daysinayearignoringleapyearbullshit–ah, seven years, I’ll have held up my end. S’that good with you?”

You lean your head back, letting the tears flood your hair as he chuckles to himself. 

“Fuck it,” he says after a pause. Hopeless. Breathless. “Fuck it.” He must be gnawing on that pale lower lip, biting and nibbling until it bleeds. Because he lets something go to sigh again, and he must have smacked his head against the wall, and then you think he sniffled. 

“I still want you. I’ve always wanted you. And I’m tired of missing you and wanting you. Doing both hurts too much.”

Tendou soughs.

“So I’m still your Chicken Tendy, baby. Always. And I’ll be here when you're ready, syphilis and all.”

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