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causenessus · 3 days

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NOW PLAYING . . . right side of my neck by faye webster

as that last ball dropped on the court, there was absolute silence. it wasn’t clear whether that was because everyone was still processing what had happened or if it was because one side was shocked at how horribly this game had gone. or, more specifically, one boy was in shock at how horribly he had played.

then she was approaching him and his heart dropped amongst the squeaks of shoes against the floor, his teammates getting ready to clean up while the other team congratulated each other.

he had been nervous all day, nothing had gone as he planned. he wasn’t able to pull her aside to talk to her all day which had left him walking in the dark. he had no idea when he was going to be able to talk to her today but he knew he didn’t want to run away.

but he had been so nervous his hands were clammy and shaking, his legs didn’t move like he wanted them to, and his mind was preoccupied by other things than volleyball.

“tooru, can we talk?” she was in front of him, and he felt dizzy for a moment. but this was the present, and this was the only chance he had.

“please,” he said, sounding more urgent than he meant to, but he had been dying to talk to her all day.

her brows furrowed with concern before she began walking towards the doors of the gymnasium and he followed behind her quietly.

he looked around the gymnasium. kuroo had his arms crossed and was giving him a stupid grin from the other side of the net. matsukawa and hanamaki had smug smiles on their faces as well, and iwaizumi only nodded.

he sighed quietly to himself, sometimes his closest friends were the biggest teases in the world and no help at all.

they walked outside to the parking lot behind the building, the sky was turning a dark blue and purple as the sun was setting. he was so distracted by it he didn’t see her stop and turn around to face him.

she grabbed his hands to get his attention, and his heart twisted as she looked up at him. “hey, you’ve been acting off all day, are you okay? is something bothering you?”

he didn’t know how to respond, so many words and feelings were bubbling up in his chest and getting stuck in his throat. “yes,” he started, placing his hands on her shoulders, “you.”

her lips parted a little in surprise, “me? i’m bothering–”

“yes!” he exclaimed, somehow they had ended up moving farther back and she was up against the side of the car, “you…i’ve been trying to grab your attention all day. and i’ve been so nervous because i have something to tell you but you were so busy so i’ve been waiting and i just kept getting more nervous so that’s why i messed up this game so bad.” he looked away for a second, mumbling under his breath, “you’re lucky i love you.”

y/n blinked, he was building up to whatever he was going to say and it was making her more nervous, but this had been her fault. she had kept telling him to wait whenever he said he wanted to talk. “i love you too, tooru. what did you need to tell me?”

his face warmed as he looked back at her. she thought he was saying it as a friend. she was really going to make him say it. he groaned, leaning closer to place his forehead on her shoulder, “no, not like that. and iwa-chan calls me the idiot, god…” he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “i love you, yn. when bokuto was talking about how i liked someone he was talking about you. i like you.”

“oh.” she turned red, feeling like her entire body was paralyzed as she looked at him.

he kept going, taking his hands off her shoulders to run them through his hair, “and it’s okay if you don’t like me back, iwa-chan and kuroo said you might but i’m still so scared maybe you don’t.”

the silence that filled the space after that almost made him pass out, his heart was beating so erratically he couldn’t calm himself down.

then she spoke, “no i…i like you too, tooru. i’ve just been so scared these past few years–”

then there were lips against hers and her legs almost gave out. he pulled back just an inch, and her eyes were lost in his. “shut up,” he murmured, lips still close enough that they brushed against hers as he talked. “don’t believe anything i said when i was younger, unless it was a compliment about you. i was stupid back then.”

he kissed her again and she sighed against his lips without even meaning to. all the stress and heartbreak that had welled up in her finally leaving. her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

when they broke apart, he had a hand on her face, his thumb rubbing small circles into her cheek. “when you got distant however many years ago, i realized how much i needed you with me. and i’ve just continued to be stupid until now because i hate being apart from you. i want to be with you,” he spoke, his breathing a little labored.

she kept her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him close, “i want to be with you too, tooru. i’ve wanted to for so long, and i promise i’ll never get distant again.”

“good,” he pulled her in tightly for a hug, resting his head on her shoulder, “i’m going to keep you to that promise.”

“i wouldn’t dare break it,” she replied, returning the hug.

they stayed entwined in each others arms for a little while longer before she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

she saw a few heads peeking from around the corner and sighed, drawing lazy circles across tooru’s back before she pulled away from the hug.

“makki and mattsun, you can come out. and who is that? kunimi?” she called out.

the three boys stepped out guiltily. “we weren’t spying, promise,” hanamaki began.

“iwaizumi sent us out here to check on you guys,” kunimi continued, looking unbothered by the arm tooru had wrapped around their manager.

“can we go home now, mother? i’m tired,” matsukawa complained, kicking his feet at the dirt.

y/n broke out into a small smile, looking at the bunch, “of course, loves. let’s go home. sorry we took so long.”

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extras <3

as soon as y/n took oikawa outside kuroo was yelling for everyone to get ready and iwa was herding everyone up the stairs to watch them from the windows above the court

kuroo and iwa bro hugged after tooru kissed y/n, happy their work finally paid off

extra a/n things b/c it's the end <3

this is based off an experience of my own LMAO except mine didn't have a happy ending but my "friend" in question was frustrating and confusing me so much i projected onto oikawa

BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS USING NAMES IDK WHY UGH using yn bro felt like i was in a wattpad fanfiction i felt so bad but hopefully the written part was okay

ik i could've dragged this out longer but the ideas just kinda came to me and i'm ready to start a new smau everyone give it up for me pls this is the first work i've ever actually completed and not abandoned

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#oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa smau #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader

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tvhsleb3ww · 12 days

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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

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itadoring · 6 months

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he is the type of boyfriend / husband that when you are angry with him, and you don't give him attention and therefore ignore him, he starts singing love songs trying to win you back again.

“ Baby~ please, sorry I promise I won't do it again! Never again!” he tells you as he follows you around the house, with his lower lip trusted out and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, forming a pout and the expression of a lost puppy.

You tell him nothing and ignore him after he hands you a box placed on a high shelf that you could not reach.

“ Baby~” he whines but it is ineffective on you.

You turn to him as the soundtrack of I love you baby reverberates from the TV and he looks at you with a proud grin.

1 minute and 20 seconds: he grabs your hands and you can't even hold back a smile, and it's in vain to curve the tips of your mouth downwards as he leads you behind his impromptu dance moves.

“ I love you baby and if it's quire all right.” he spins you around, later returning his hand to the small of your back and the other clutching yours tightly as if you could run away.

“ I need you baby to warm your lonely night.” he continues to sing in the meantime brushing the tip of his nose against your pink cheek.

“ I love you baby trust me when I say...” he gives you kisses light as feathers on your face and brings your bodies closer together.

“ I'm sorry.” he says to you while giving you repeated pecks on your lips.

GOJO SATORU, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji, Toji Fushiguro, VINSMOKE SANJI, Portogas D. Ace, BOKUTO KOUTARO, Keiji Akaashi, Tetsurou Kuroo, TOORU OIKAWA, Tobio Kageyama, HINATA SHOYO, Daichi Sawamura, SUGAWARA KOSHI, JEAN KIRSTEIN, Armin Arlert

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torubeth · 1 year

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the clock seemed to be moving really slowly for some reason and you despised it. your phone was boring now. all you wanted to do was sleep and cuddle with your boyfriend. but it’s been two hours since he last talked to you.

“okay! just cover me and i’ll clear this shit!” he yelled into his headphones.

he promised that it would be his last game at least 30 times now and still he wasn’t quite done.

“baby, do you wanna cuddle ?” you asked, giving it one more shot. you weren’t even sure if he’d heard you over all the yelling and music from his game.

“sorry, did you say something ?” he removed his headphones to try to understand you better.

guess he didn’t hear it after all, “nothing, you can continue” you smiled at him and gestured toward the computer. softly sighing, you slowly pulled the blanket up to your chin.

“okay that’s my cue, y’all have fun” he switched off the system without a proper goodbye and rushed over to the bed and fell on top of you.

slowly shifting under the covers, he wrapped his big beefy arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and whispered “of course i wanna cuddle with you”

suna rintarou, matsukawa issei, tooru oikawa, miya atsumu, eren jaeger, gojo satoru (bro i srsly can’t think of anyone else fuck my brain but honestly literally anyone you like; and warning : it’s not proofread oh lord :)

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou #atsumu x reader fluff #matsukawa x reader fluff #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager fluff #tooru oikawa x reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #aot x reader fluff #gojo x reader fluff #gojo fluff

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kairismess · 4 months

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HE MIGHT'VE ... MESSED UP.

🏐 genre: fluff !

🍰 summary: he might've pushed you a little over the edge, and when you gave him the silent treatment, he couldn't handle it. he's gonna make it up to you, somehow.

🍥 author's note: is this just an excuse to make an smau? yes no

atsumu miya

atsumu tends to be very annoying when you're ignoring him. you used to think he was aware on how clingy and irritating he can be in hope to get your attention, but no, you have a feeling that–with how much he's been blowing your notifs up, he's probably unaware of how insufferable his apology is. but in a way, it becomes a little... sweet. just a little bit.

fast forward to a few hours later, and he's at your doorstep with all your favorite foods. he calls you, and in a sweet (yet unbearably smug) voice, tells you, "see, sweetie? it's not easy to ignore me... now please don't ignore me ever again, i can't take it... and let me in, please? i wanna apologize! and maybe... make out with you as an apology?"

he's looking up at you with desperation in his brown orbs, with a smile that really hoped you'd let him in and correct his mistakes; and show you that he loves you too much to let you stay mad at him for so long.

tooru oikawa

oikawa isn't the best at communication, despite being so charismatic and able to charm so many of his fans, he has always been scared of losing you. he has had exes before, but he never wished to make one out of you; he loved you too much, he couldn't imagine his life before he met you anymore or had you as his own. hence, he did everything in his power to get you back... through messaging you desperately.

surprisingly, this worked.

and the next day, he was at your beck and call. he'd carry your bag and things for you, take you to your every class, compliment you here and there, treat you to your favorite snacks, buy you things to keep you from getting angry at him, and dedicating every serve at practice for you, despite the other guys on the team (specifically iwaizumi) wanting to punch him for indirectly showing off his lovely girlfriend.

but, no matter, as long as he fixed his mistake and made you happy again... he was okay with it all.

rintaro suna

this boy had a tendency to anger you, and being his girlfriend, you were basically forced to be the butt of all his teasing. one day, he went too far on accident, and you ignored him for almost a week. if this was anyone else, suna would just shrug it off and wait until they'd talk to him again.

but you weren't just anybody. you were the one to suna, even if he didn't show it–he loved you, and he missed having you by his side. he knew he needed to talk to you again, no matter how awkward it'd be.

and he did just that. he facetimed you in the middle of practice and apologized to you over the phone with his classic neutral face. but his tone was slightly different, it carried an air of genuine apology–and his eyes bore into yours, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

he hopes he can be with you tomorrow at school, so he can admire all your beauty the next day. he'll cut back on the teasing, for now, he'll just compliment you and tell the truth: you're too gorgeous for him to handle (while showing you atsumu and osamu's latest brawl).

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wttcsms · 2 months

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saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #fluff #domestic fluff #domesticity being one of the purest forms of intimacy #tetsurou kuroo x reader #osamu miya x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

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satantica · 1 year

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they left without morning kiss - with haikyu boys

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou

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livinghostly · 6 months

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back to it — tooru oikawa x reader

a/n: woah hey guys !!! 2 years late heres an oikawa drabble wk: 1.5k reader bumps into competition at a volleyball meet. fluff. oikawa being a brat

the karasuno boys volleyball team pressed through the entrance doors to the unfamiliar high school, eyes gleaming with curiosity as they observed their new environment. the halls were stuffed with parents and friends waiting to support their players, sporting the jerseys of different schools. the line for the concession stand wrapped around the corner.

hinata was a few paces ahead, his head on a swivel as he passed all the players– much taller than him. his eyes gravitated to a particularly tall first-year, he was so fixated on looking behind him to realize he was running directly into someone.

“what–? oh my god! i am so sorry! i’m sorry, please forgive me! i wasn’t paying attention,” hinata stumbled backward and fell into a respectful bow, his anxiety swelling in his stomach as he clenched his eyes shut.

you looked over your shoulder at him, barely registering that he’d run into you by the time he’d finished his ramblings. you couldn’t help but laugh at his overreaction, brushing it off with a shrug and turning to face him.

he shot his head up at the sound of your light giggles, somehow more relieved, as well as mortified. he was paling with fear, taking a small step back and running into the chest of his captain, who laid a solid hand on his shoulder. hinata felt helpless, jaw agape as he made himself smaller and smaller between you and daichi.

he recognized the colors on your jersey, white with deep green lettering that matched the shade of your shorts. there was a volleyball tucked beneath your left arm and your fingers were taped together. hinata peeked behind you, where the rest of your team congregated at the water fountain to refill their bottles. there were duffel bags and knee pads scattered on the floor.

“you’re– you’re the iron wall!” hinata pointed with a shaking finger.

“hinata! it’s rude to point,” daichi removed his clasp on the redhead’s shoulder to slap away hinata’s hand. “y/n, i am so sorry about him. he’s one of our first years, he gets overwhelmed pretty easily.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “it’s alright. it’s good to see you, daichi.”

daichi moved hinata to the side so he wasn’t between you anymore, but the first-year still observed with wide eyes. you shook hands and, unfortunately for daichi, he couldn’t hide the way his cheeks flushed.

kageyama narrowed his eyes as you continued talking to his captain. there was something eerily familiar about you, something wrong. maybe it was because most volleyball players he met ended up being competition, but your friendliness threw him off. and he certainly didn’t like the way daichi was enamored with you. “daichi knows her?”

leaning into his teammate, sugawara answered, “they went to middle school together, or something, i think. she’s captain of the girls volleyball team and took them to nationals last year.”

but why were you so familiar to him?

despite how genuine you were, there was a cunning glint in your eye, subtle to his teammates and their lackluster observational skills. from behind him, he could practically hear tanaka and nishinoya reel their tongues back in after catching flies.

“you went to nationals!?” hinata interjected with an admiring gasp. his eyes seemed to sparkle at the mention of the competition.

“sure did,” you winked at him. he could melt right into his shoes.

daichi laughed heartily. “oh, yeah. it’s incredible to watch her play. don’t let her trick you, though. her mind games on the court are pure evil.”

“c’mon, daichi! don’t give it away, it’s more fun when they find out on their own.”

if it wasn’t for the buzz of conversation filling the hallway, you would have heard him coming– the fe, fi, fo, fum of his 6’0” stature. he was parading himself through the hallway in his freshly steamed volleyball uniform, so far unscathed from his morning practice. if only you could see him behind you, a narrowed expression of concentration and mischief, his eyes on the prize.

suddenly, it seemed as if the karasuno boys had spotted a ghost. fear struck daichi’s eyes and his words died in his throat, and your face contorted in confusion.

“y/n! it’s lovely to see you here.”

oh, there he is.

oikawa had sauntered up behind you, towering over your figure with a smug grin. he was as ecstatic as ever, eyes squinted with the generous smile that took over his face. it was a regular habit of his to mask his disdain with glee, one of the many things that made him unsettling to be around.

you did your best to contain your excitement but lost the fight against the corners of your lips curling upward. he was insufferable. your stomach turned and you straightened up, relaxing your expression as you turned to face the seijoh player. from behind you, daichi let out a noise that resembled uncertainty, but wasn’t strong enough to use his voice.

“oikawa,” you greeted with a thin smile.

“how was your first game? i heard it was pretty quick.”

“hardly a warm-up,” you corrected. even if the karasuno boys couldn’t spot the mischievous gleam in your eyes, it was clear you were ready to match his energy. it sent a chill down sugawara’s spine. “pretty easy to win when your girl's volleyball team only serves as your fan club.”

tadashi gasped as if the comment was meant to slice him, and was quickly glared into silence by his peer. the team couldn’t help but stay silent as they watched the showdown, the strife in you and oikawa’s eyes met in the middle like a clash of lightning, both of you trying your hardest to win the battle.

oikawa’s smile faltered for a millisecond, and your ego swelled as you waited for a rebuttal. “you’re lucky to hold down the fort as the sole surviving third year on the team. has it gotten to you yet? reining in all those underclassmen by yourself?” he leaned closer, down to your level, and his voice dropped. “they have pretty big shoes to fill if you’re gonna make it again.”

“h-hey!” hinata cut in. you and oikawa snapped your head in his direction, suddenly remembering he was there. “at least y/n has been to nationals! how can you call yourself the great king if you haven’t even gotten that far?”

there was a beat of silence. the redhead only met you minutes ago, hardly knew anything about you, but he would be damned if he let oikawa win. a smile slowly crept up your face, all the while oikawa was frozen in horror– possibly embarrassment if he’d ever admit to it.

you threw your head back in a bark of laughter, hugging the ball tighter against your side and resting a hand over your chest. it was hard to contain, and went on too long for oikawa’s liking. his ears were red, and he snapped out of his shock and faced you again with his nose scrunched.

“you know, i don’t call myself the great king!” oikawa cried, crossing his arms as he straightened up– ever so dignified.

it was the same tone he used when iwaizumi called him out, kageyama recognized it from the countless arguments he witnessed in middle school. oikawa’s pride had been swept away by hinata’s comment. despite how insignificant he found the first year, he knew was right.

the tension in the air has completely dissolved, instead the air filled with a playful breeze as you bickered back and forth. it left the karasuno team dumbfounded and awkward, caught in between it all.

“oh, but you revel in it, don’t you?” you said, almost in a purr as you grinned, narrowing your eyes and leaning closer to him.

oikawa stared you down, only lasting a few seconds until he whipped his head in the opposite direction in a poor attempt to hide his blush. you shook your head with a faint giggle yet again, relief washing over your body. it was silly to say you won the interaction, but you couldn’t help but revel in the satisfaction of getting him to react like that.

but now, like every other time, you had to be the one to clean it up.

you dropped the volleyball on the bench beside you and wrapped a hand around his bicep. his shoulders relaxed, and you turned to the crows. “sorry about that, guys! i gotta go, but i’ll see you after you win!”

“y/n! can you stop saying things like that?” oikawa huffed, his voice barely above a whisper as the two of you began to walk away. you cackled, and he slipped his hand into your own despite the steam coming off of him.

the karasuno team was left dumbfounded as they processed the events that unfolded in front of them. all but kageyama, who hummed with acknowledgment as the pieces started to click together. he slipped away to the nearby vending machine with the other first-years that had reeled in their shock (ie; tsukishima and tadashi) while leaving the upperclassmen to mend daichi’s morale. i won’t lie, man. that was a tough watch, said asahi.

as you rounded the corner you were greeted by iwaizumi at the end of the hall, his anger warping the air around him like a bonfire.

“oikawa! what the hell do you think you’re doing? stop messing around with your girlfriend and get your ass back in here!”

“why is everyone so mean today?” the setter whined.

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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❝stop, you're losing me.❞ — oikawa tooru x gn!reader (angst)

🎧 song inspo: you're losing me. – taylor swift

✒️ word count: 1,492

🍞 genre: angst.

💗 special mention to: @xoxo-cha for introducing me to the song ! (gave me so many ideas that day UHEUHEUHEUEEUHUEHE LABYU)

you used to think you were important to him, that you mattered just a little more than ordinary people to him–that you mattered to him, period.

but you never once felt that you were anything more than a chore for tooru to finish, that he actually felt happy to see you after school before or after practice, and walking home with you–not even looking at you and mindlessly answering with a nod or a shake of his head. he was always in his own head, in his own world.

he was always hard working, only taking mondays off, but still setting in a court in his mind. he wasn't always with you, no matter how close to you he was–he was always in his own little world, and he could never help it. to you, tooru was worlds apart from you; but you could never tell him that, you couldn't even find the words or the voice to speak it out to him, let alone the courage to back up your thoughts. hours of tooru not seeing you was bearable, you understood he couldn't always come to see you, he was the genius setter and captain of seijoh's volleyball team, of course he had more urgent matters to attend to.

that's fine.

you could handle a few more hours without him, you kind of needed space, too. could never have too much of it, right? well, hours turned to days; it had been three days since you last spoke to tooru. all your texts to him went ignored, you were always too shy to call–he always initiated them, until the calls stopped coming when the team began to practice for the inter high preliminaries.

that's fine.

you did have some homework you needed to catch up on, a big test next week, you had to focus. in all honesty, you were mich more like tooru than either of you would like to admit–you were much calmer and quieter than him. you hated standing out, you preferred staying out of the spotlight. you did have a tendency to want to prove you were worth something, that you mattered–but you never went out of your way to go beyond.

you stuck right where you belonged, in your league, because after falling for tooru, you realized that you didn't need to feel special in others' eyes, you just wanted to be special in his eyes. but that was where you and tooru were different.

tooru was always hungry for success, to be better, to be at the top and to prove to everyone he is just as good, no, that he's better than everyone claims he is. and he's terrifying when he gets stuck in that state of mind. it shouldn't matter too much... should it? after all, he was only seijoh's pride and joy, one of the big reasons why seijoh is a formidable force to be dealt with–of course it shouldn't matter what you think, just who were you to meddle with his success?

...well you were his partner. you were his true, number one fan. you were his lover.

you weren't just somebody to him... right?

well if you weren't just somebody to him, then why doesn't he bother to call you at least once in the weeks that passed by? not even apologizing for missing your texts? not even exchanging glances with you anymore when you two cross paths in the hallway?

it's like you went from strangers, to lovers, to back to being strangers.

it's hard loving a stranger, because you don't know if you were ever in love with them to begin with, because that past when you two were lovers felt so far away... it didn't feel real, it didn't feel familiar anymore.

your friends tried to tell you he wasn't worth it, that he couldn't love anyone but himself—but they were far from right; tooru oikawa has never known a day where he truly loves himself. if he did, he wouldn't need to stay up countless hours at dawn, watching and rewatching matches of his opponents to come up with a plan in his mind on how to win against them, and he'd do it over, and over, and over again. he tortures himself, and you can't understand how he can't see that it's hurting him, how it's hurting you.

do you even know you're hurting?

you decided one day, after school, you would confront him and tell him everything you were feeling—even if you had no idea what kinds of feelings those knots in your stomach were whenever you thought about him and how much he's changed since you last spoke with him. you couldn't even remember the events that led up to you asking him to see you outside of the gym, all you could remember was your mind screaming at you, "don't you dare cry" as he approached you with an obviously bothered expression. his eyebrows were furrowed so slightly, in an attempt to hide his frustration, you believe—he sharply breathed in and out, throwing the ball to his teammate as he said briefly he'd be back in a few, he just has some stuff to take care of. yeah, some stuff.

the full conversation was a blur, words coming in and out of your ear, words flying out of your mouth; his eyes saying so much when he himself says so little. you could remember, at least, how you couldn't believe how little, yet so much, self-awareness the boy in front of you had. he knew he lacked in some areas in volleyball, as a captain, as a player—but he never seemed to realize what he lacked as your boyfriend. you wished you slapped him into reality then, maybe you did, and that's why your clearest memory of that day was him with reddened cheeks and a flushed nose; with his eyes threatening to erupt into tears, his lips quivering as he tried biting back his urge to scream, to yell, to cry. he was losing. he was losing you.

"love, i... i don't understa—" "i know you don't."

is this really you speaking? are those words coming out of your mouth? since when did you learn how to act so... cold? maybe this was the effect of tooru leaving you buried in the snow of his own icy neglect. and the worst part was... he can't take you like this. he doesn't recognize you in this cold blizzard raging between you two. there are storms in your eyes, a dark glare looms over your face that once stared back at him with nothing but sunshine and warmth. he said, over and over, that he loves you, that he has no idea why you're acting so cruel—whatever it is, he'll make up for it; he promises.

how could he say that he loves someone who he can't tell is dying?

he gets on his knees, he doesn't care anymore if the team sees him groveling at your feet, begging for you not to leave him—because you are the reason tooru keeps going, at least, that's what he says. he cries a little louder, clinging on to your hands, your hands that have gone cold and have felt calloused. does he not realize that you... aren't affected by his little act anymore?

"do something, babe, say something."

"tooru... stop it, this is embarrassing, even for you..." you plead with him softly, trying to hide his crying figure so he can save face. he shakes his head and cries against the end of your shirt, hoping that in his cries, you'll hear him out. but why should you listen? why should you offer him a listening ear, when he never bothered to listen if your heart still had a pulse for him?

"lose something, babe, risk something."

"i can't... go on without you... please, l-let's try again! i'll take you on... on those dates i promised! i-i'm just a little set back, i'll make you happy, happier than you've ever been, because i love you!"

"choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe—"

"stop." you whisper, and tooru pauses his whimpering and sniffling, looking up at you as he anxiously anticipates what you had to say. he fears it's the last thing you'll ever tell him before you turn your back on him and disappear into the frigid cold, never to speak to him or acknowledge him, never to love him again.

you take in a ragged breath, and a silver lining comes out of the gray clouds that curtain your once bright and loving eyes that lookedupon him with so much love, patience, and devotion—now looking like that of sad pity.

"unless you're choosin' me."

"...you're losing me, tooru."

and that... was the last thing you said to him; not even a 'good bye', or an 'i wish you the best'—because he could achieve the best, he could train that much if he wanted—but he'll never have the best you's anymore, he'll never, ever have you again.

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tvhsleb3ww · 2 months

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BLACKOUT! - OIKAWA TOORU

summary, both you and tooru woke up in the middle of the night due to a blackout

"GYAH!"

he squealed when he heard the sound of something falling on the floor. you clutched onto the back of his white t shirt. your heart rate increased as both of you and your husband walked further into the dark living room.

"walk faster, tooru!"

you groaned and smacked the back of his shoulder, making him grunt out an 'ow!' he pouts at you but you can't really see it due to how dark the apartment is at the moment.

"i'm trying! i can't see anything!"

he huffs out, stupid him he forgot his phone back in the bedroom. it was probably charging before this stupid black out happened. even if he did had his phone, it wouldn't be much help since the battery is dead.

a little while before...

when he moved to argentina for life, he knew he had to face a lot of things. mostly heat. though, he doesn't really mind a little bit of heat and sun exposure. he likes it, in fact. he likes how he looks hotter with tanned skin (self proclaimed).

but he didn't expect it to be this hot.

before he drifted to slumberland, his arms were wrapped around you, with your head on his chest. the proximity between you two was insane, but you both love it. he could've sworn he turned the AC on.

guess he was wrong when he woke up at exactly 3:45 AM with sweat forming on his forehead and all over his body at an insane amount. he furrows his eyebrows at the sudden heat, especially at night time. he fans himself with his white shirt that he practically wants to pry off right now.

he looks over to you to see you squirming in your sleep, changing sides every now and then. he could see that you were uncomfortable as well.

then, he figured that it was a blackout. he had that idea when he looked up to see the fan wasn't moving an inch as it should be. the AC had been turned off and the hallway lights that both of you usually leave on at night, is turned off.

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. what a terrible time to be having a blackout.

soon, you woke up as well and sat up next to him. a yawn escapes your lips, as you bring a hand to rub your eye. he smiles at you. even in the dark, he manages to see your beautiful figure.

"morning, beautiful"

he said in a light tone, obviously teasing you. you hummed, your hair is a little messy.

"hm, why is it so hot?"

you asked and faced him. you can barely make out his face due to how dark it is. the only source of light you have is from the moonlight that shone through your balcony. though it was minimal.

"because of me possibly"

he jokes, to lighten up the mood. you rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep, making him chuckle.

"i'm being serious here, tooru"

he huffs and feigns offense.

"fine, i'm pretty sure it's a blackout. the power is out"

you hummed to his statement, fanning yourself with your hand.

"can't really sleep now with the temperature. what do we do?"

you asked to which he smirked.

"we could make out-"

"absolutely not"

you scoffed and he pouts, though it wasn't a bad idea, you don't think him bruising your lips with his own is appropriate to do in these moments.

"ugh, it's so hot. i wanna rip off my clothes right now"

"doesn't seem like a bad idea, you should try"

you don't need light to see that stupid flirty smirk and wink of his. you rolled your eyes at him.

"we're in a crisis and all you can think about is getting laid?"

he yawns as he nodded his head and leans against the bedframe.

"well, you're to blame for my thoughts"

you shook your head and before you can say anything to him, the sound of glass hitting the floor echoed throughout the apartment, making both your eyes widen.

he swears his heart rate increased and beated in an insane pace. his face starts to lose a little colour. oh god, he hates these kind of scary things.

the second that sound broke out, he clutches onto you for dear life. his arms wrapped tightly around your body as your cheeks squished against his chest.

"mmf- tooru! it's hot!"

"i can't let go! i'm scared!"

he squeaks and you huffed.

"it's probably nothing, calm down"

"oh yeah? i don't think 'nothing' can push off something until it breaks, darling"

you glared at him. seriously, it was amusing to see this buff and confident man getting all scared at what may possibly be something scary.

you were a little scared too, you weren't gonna lie.

"we should check it out"

"WHAT? are you insane!?"

you nodded to which he just whined at you. you pry off his hands off your body to get up from the bed, quickly searching for your phone.

"wait! you're not being serious, are you?"

he pouts when he sees you stood up next to the bed. you sighed when you couldn't find your phone.

"i am! i have to see what broke"

"and leave me here? alone!?"

he squeals when you scoffed at him and walk towards the door. he yelped and quickly escaped the bed to join you, his hand clutched on your arm.

"(y/n), baby, honey, as much as i love how crazy you can get and how hot you are when you do so, i don't think this is the right idea"

you huffed and grabbed his hand with your own.

"cmon, we'll go together, okay?"

"i'm too young to die! i wanna experience having kids, sending them off to college and beating that asshole ushiwaka-"

he rambles, as if he was going to die. you sighed. even at a time like this, he can be as dramatic as can be.

"it's nothing, i'm sure of that. i just need to see what broke and we'll get back in bed"

he pouts and gives up on changing your mind. as much as he wants nothing to do with this, he can't leave you alone. hell, he doesn't wanna be left alone.

which got you two in this position in the first place.

you clutched the back of his shirt, as both of you walked further into the living room.

"OW! i stepped on something sharp!"

he whined as he takes a step back to see the broken pieces. you sighed when you see the pieces of your favourite vase that your mother gifted.

"aww, i really love this one"

he hums and pats your back.

"at least we know what broke now. so, let's go back to bed, shall we?"

he says before grabbing your arm and leading you to the bedroom. before you could protest, a certain sound made you both freeze.

both of you let out a scream when something fuzzy ran through your legs. one of the screams being at the higher pitch, obviously tooru's.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

he yelped and hugged you tight.

"i don't know!"

then a small 'meow' echoed.

and right then, the hallway lights turned on and so did the fan and the AC. a small cat made it's way to your leg, purring as it rubs its head against your calf.

he blanked out as he sees you patting the cat. how did that get here?

"aw, turns out it was this guy"

"what the- how did it get here?"

he pouted when he sees you paid attention to the purring feline. he clears his throat loudly, to get your attention.

"probably went inside when i was closing the door and hid off somewhere. it's so cute though"

he scoffs.

"yeah well, i'm cuter anyways. cmon! let's get back to bed!"

he whined and tugs on your nightdress. you rolled your eyes at him before taking the cat outside.

"you owe me consoling kisses by the way for making me go through such a horrendous experience"

you snickered before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile.

"okay, you big baby"

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causenessus · 22 days

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binary stars

part 0.1. LOVE CONFESSIONS

NOW PLAYING . . . before the day is over by joji

she’d known him before the rest. seen in him all his dreams and passions that would make him beautiful before he grew into the man he was now; captain of a volleyball team with an entire fanclub of his own. she just hoped she’d be a part of one of those dreams.

that hope was slightly struck down in a simple conversation in the years before secondary school. she didn’t even know how they had gotten onto the topic, she had barely tuned back in just in time to hear him say, “i don’t think I could ever like any of my friends. not like that.”

it almost felt like her heart ceased for a moment at those words. she would never have a chance. he would never like her the way she did. perhaps she had misinterpreted everything. her own feelings. how he treated her. she weren’t sure if she should distance herself from him or to go on ignoring her feelings and just remain friends with him.

she tried to distance herself for a while, but it didn’t work. it was like something pulled her towards him, and something in her head wanted to use that to prove it was meant to be. she wanted to believe it was like binary stars, you were both bound to each other, unable to grow apart.

but there her head went again, being hopeful. she didn’t want to be crushed. perhaps, even if there was a bond between them, it was best to pretend it wasn't anything special. or to believe that you were only meant to be friends and nothing more.

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extras <3

seijoh 4 is literally yn's squad, but basically what went down is that yn tried to distance herself from tooru so that her feelings would die down and she had to find new people to grow close to bc it would be impossible to try to hangout with the other seijoh third years and not see tooru

hence the group counseling hours squad was born <3

and tooru was also forced to find more friends </3

now that yn's returned back to seijoh 4 tho, ofc she still kept in touch with her other friends and they're always her people to go to when she has problems

for example, mixed signals from tooru that have her kicking her feet and simultaneously giggling and sobbing at the same time

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vemuabhi · 7 months

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CAPTAIN COMFORT

Yoho~ people! Its been a while since I wrote something in general. Slowly i wanna continue to write so here I am, participating in a collab of KOMOREBI - @shibaraki thankyou for letting me take part in this comfort collab. I really appreciate this opportunity. I really hope you like this.

Pairing : Oikawa X Reader

Word count : 626

Genre : Fluff and Comforting of sad reader. Nostalgia does play a big role in ones life right.

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'He's sleeping. He was the one who demanded to watch this movie and now he is sleeping', you ran your fingers in his brown locks as he slept on your lap. Or in his language, the best pillow he found.

'How long has it been since I and Tooru started going out?' Your thoughts wandered. It was last winter, when you got dumped by your ex.

You cried in your couch because of the heartbreak. 'Too excited for everything', he mentioned before he broke up with you. Was being yourself such a big fault? Who wouldn't get happy when they saw the person that they liked? You disconnected yourself from your friends and stayed home. No matter how many missed calls you got from your friends, you didn't pick them up. But then your heard your door bell ring. Your heart still ached for it to be your ex. 'Maybe he had a change of heart and he is back', your thoughts clouded your brain as you wiped your tears and sprinted towards the door.

But it wasn't your ex. Little did you know he was your future boyfriend, on your door step. His eyes widened as he looking at your form. Puffy eyes, with tangled messy hair, the remains of the black mascara still evidently present on your cheeks. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he welcomed himself in. He placed the bag on the table of the kitchen. You just closed the door behind you and plopped on the the chair opposite to him. He picked a kettle from your shelf and filled it with water. As the water boiled he didn't speak a word. The captain was not a person who would stay silent. But here he was, in your kitchen, just calmly making something.

You felt bad for the initial disappointment when you saw the setter infront of your door instead of your ex. The brunette made you guilty and because of that your tears continued to flow down your cheeks. You hugged your knees and He could hear you sob but decided to stay quiet.

You heard the bag rustle but didn't look at him, didn't change your posture. Slowly your room filled with the scent of instant ramen. The one which you preferred. A soft thud infront of you made you to look up. He just finished placing a bowl of ramen infront of you.

You picked up the bowl and ate a spoon. It tasted amazing. Especially because you didn't eat all day. Also maybe the caring captain also was one of the reason for it being so delicious. It hardly took 5 minutes before you completed it and you noticed another bowl infront of you already. 'How did he notice?', your hands reached to grab the second bowl and you were then content. He handed you a water bottle from your fridge which you drank gratefully.

"When should I beat him up?", after a long time now he broke the silence, making you smile through your teared eyes.

Maybe that was just a moment of comfort towards a friend for him but it impacted your recovery hugely. You both didn't even notice when you became so comfortable with eachother that you basically started to date without even realising.

"Thankfully that jerk wasnt the one on the door step that day", you whispered to yourself still continuing to stroke his hair soothingly.

"I love you Tooru", you said as you looked at the sleeping man on your lap and continued to play the movie on a low volume.

"Still will make you pay for sleeping without finishing the movie though", a smirk formed on your face thinking of the ways you could tease him after he wakes up.

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kairismess · 4 months

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❝HIS HEART IS ALL YOURS❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~

✒️ word count: 1,198

💭 summary: it had never dawned on you that the great king of the court, tooru oikawa, would ever have a crush on you: a mere background character in the greater scheme of things. if only you knew just how much he adored you–maybe then you'd realize you're more than a side character in the plot of your (and his) life.

💗 special mention: @moonswolfie for requesting this on my @kairiscorner acc !!

🍧 request: "Beg and you shall recieve, make oikawa fall for the nerd girl😈😈😈"

the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to you. you had never really had a proper relationship with anybody in regards to romance; it was like all and every thought of romance was something you never truly experienced, if you didn't count otome games and dating sims that you always pored over, spent all your time playing and devoting your allowances to new costumes and dialogues from your favorite love interests that made you feel pretty, wanted, and loved.

you never really stood out to anybody, that much you believed was true. you found it hard to see anybody liking you, who avidly wore anime shirts and collected expensive figurines and hung up posters of your favorite game series, cartoons, animes, movies, and shows all over your room. and you don't even wanna bring up the fact that you casually play rpgs whenever you can, wearing the cutest set of headphones that made you stand out in... a rather awkward way–a way you just wish you never got attention from, through stares and stifled chuckles of amusement from others.

you did all you could to ignore the stares, the laughter, the snide comments from girls who thought they were better than you–and you had grown quite used to being alone, to finding solace in games and the internet. and though it wasn't healthy, this was a place you called home; and those characters on your screen that always smiled whenever you chose a good interaction choice, whenever you held them in the right places, they made you feel happy.

but there was another boy who wanted to make you feel happy, a boy who appeared and acted like he came right out of a fairy tale; the male lead in a shoujo manga you never thought you'd live out to be female lead in.

tooru oikawa–the great king of the court, the boy every girl in your year had the hots for. you never really paid that much attention to him because, of course, why would you waste your valuable time and energy on a boy you never knew well, nor would even take an interest in you?

sure, he was your classmate and occasional partner for activities and group works, but his personality always seemed so fake. you knew he was acting like a kind of host boy in a host club, and though you knew guys like that were totally your type, you always kept your guard up around him.

it wasn't like he was going to hurt you, anyway, he was too gallant for that, it seemed. the way a boy like this would only hurt you would be through getting your hopes up that he'd ever like you, and ultimately thank you for being a mere fan and forget your name, maybe laugh about your silly headphones and the way your eyes shone whenever your favorite character called you cute in a dating sim.

but... it was these very qualities that drew oikawa to you.

oikawa had only known you existed for a few months now, since he saw you so often during class as his new seatmate. he knew you weren't anything like the girls that vied for his attention, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for him, not having someone breathe down his neck every few seconds at every little thing he does.

sure, you were a little messy sometimes, a little quiet, a little awkward–a little in your own head most of the time, but it was, in your own unique way, charming. oikawa would instinctively smile to himself whenever you'd get flustered at him asking you for a pencil while you were sneaking to play your otome games on your phone in class, and he'd feel a little proud of you whenever you'd recite in class.

he knew it was hard for you sometimes to show confidence, though he always encouraged you to stand up straight, "you look pretty when you hold your chin up high," he'd always say. of course, you'd sometimes side eye him, and it'd make him a little worried he said something wrong, but it's the fact that you keep oikawa on his toes about how he makes you feel around you that allures him to you even more.

from talking to you during class, he'd bring the conversations outside of class. of course, he'd always carry the conversation while you were trying to beat a really hard boss in your rpgs. he'd cheer you on while he had no idea what was going on–and even the rest of the third years were worried oikawa had some ulterior motives with you, but when they saw how different that usually plastic smile of his was whenever he'd look at you, talk to you, try to get closer with you... it was like there was something out of place there, that got replaced with something purer.

shocking, they know.

"alright, out with it." iwaizumi spat out, hitting oikawa lightly on the shoulder. oikawa looked at iwaizumi curiously. "out with what, iwa-chan?" "are you stupid? you know you can't make her a victim of your charms." when iwaizumi said that, he knew exactly who the her he was referring to was. it was you.

oikawa looked at iwaizumi all pouty, his eyebrows furrowed. "how low do you think of me? i'm not charming her for anything malicious..." "so you're admitting you are making her like you." "i-i never said that!" oikawa retorted, his face getting redder and hotter, his voice getting higher as he was on the brink of admitting the truth.

iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "so why are you doing this, it's clear she has no interest in you." oikawa couldn't argue with iwaizumi's statement, it was true, you didn't look like you had fully trusted oikawa, and that hurt him to a degree nobody, not even he could bear.

"...because i like her. and i want her to trust me." oikawa muttered, looking away from iwaizumi. it was hard for him to admit, but there was no other way to express it without getting totally crushed by his own half truths and half lies. this was the whole, unadulterated truth–tooru oikawa, the great king of the court, liked you.

he liked the way you got flustered whenever your favorite character would say they love you, he liked the way you glared at him when you'd catch on to his flirting, he liked the way you were so knowledgeable on such nerdy things that... he had watched all your favorite movies and animes, and was planning to gift you merch this coming holiday season.

"...well, you have a lot of work to do to prove to her you like her." "no kidding..." oikawa replied with a sigh, at least his best friend supported his crush on you. he knew it might take a while, a very long while–maybe a whole lifetime to prove how much he loved you. but he'd prove it to you, somehow, and he won't ever stop until he shows his little nerdy girl just how much he's serious about her; how much he loves you.

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Attractive things the Haikyu men do

Summary: A collection of things they do or habits they have that are sexy/attractive. Really soft because I’m in my feelings

Characters: timeskip Suna/Ushijima/Ukai/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Osamu x gender neutral reader

Notes: No smut today lol I hope you guys still enjoy <3 Let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :)

Part 2 here

Warnings: mention of weed in Ukai’s part, Iwaizumi’s part is quite suggestive

Rintarou Suna

Yes, smoking is bad for you. You’re aware of that. It is actually especially bad for you when Suna does it. The sight of him smoking nearly sends you into cardiac arrest every time.

The cigarette in his slender hand, his half-lidded eyes peering down. The low click the lighter makes before its flame paints orange hues onto his skin. The light reflects beautifully in his green irises. Suna looks ethereal like that. The light illuminating him flatters him, sharpening the contours of his face.

The end of his cigarette glows red as he takes his first drag. The smoke he exhales whirls out of his parted lips, floating towards the night sky.

Your glance lingers on him far too long but you’re unable to tear your eyes away. Not even when Suna lifts his gaze to lock his eyes with you.

“You want to have a drag?” He asks, his voice hoarse as his smoldering eyes peer into yours.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima is a little bit oblivious. Especially when it comes to the effect he has on you. You’ve been with him since years and he still gets your heart racing - more than he should. And he probably doesn’t even know how he does it.

Just like now, leaning casually against the doorframe, with his arms above his head. You ogle his impressing biceps, barely listening to what he is saying. His deep voice is only background noise to you, as you let your gaze travel down his body.

His T-shirt is slightly riding up, revealing part of his trained abdomen and the little trail of hair leading downwards, disappearing behind his shorts. You bite down onto your bottom lip unconsciously.

“Are you listening?” His deep voice reaches you.

You perk up, raising your eyes to his. Ushijima’s expression is gentle, if not worried, his olive eyes fixed on yours sternly.

“Yeah,” you breathe. And once again he is unaware of his effect on you.

Keishin Ukai

You watch his skilled hands work. Even an amateur could spot how often Keishin has done this; rolling himself a joint. There’s no movement too much, everything is perfectly executed. You watch his large hands twist the grinder with the weed. You observe the way the paper glides between his fingertips as he rolls the joint.

And after that comes your favorite part of his perfected routine. His tongue peeking out of his mouth as he licks the paper, while his eyes rest on you. The first time he looked at you like that you let out a quiet gasp (and you still thank the universe that he didn’t hear that).

But Ukai probably still knows how you like that; watching him drag his tongue along the joint. He observes you as well, noticing the way your pupils dilate, watching the way your lips part slightly in awe. And he always hates it when you avert your gaze, reluctantly tearing your captivating eyes away from him.

Tooru Oikawa

You lean against the doorframe slightly lowering your hand that holds your phone. You forget all about what you wanted to show him when you see him.

Oikawa is sitting on the desk. He’s so concentrated on the screen in front of him that he doesn’t even notice your presence. You watch him for a few minutes; a slight smile tugging at your lips.

You love when he looks like that; his hazel eyes full of determination, his hair slightly disheveled, evidence of how his fingers must have threaded through his locks just a moment ago.

But what you like most is the way his tongue sticks out of his mouth, just a little bit. You can’t exactly pinpoint why but it drives you insane. It’s cute and all too attractive. Your chest warms as you are reminded of how lucky you are that you’re the one that gets to see Oikawa like this.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi probably couldn’t tell you why you two always end up like this. One moment he is in the middle of a heated argument and in the next he has your legs thrown over his shoulders. Iwaizumi doesn’t know why - but you do.

Maybe you should talk with your therapist about it, but you can’t deny the fact that you like it when he’s angry. Frankly, it turns you on. That is because Iwaizumi just looks good like that; clenching his jaw, which highlights his jawline even more. The glint in his dark eyes, as they gaze into yours sternly. The slight furrow of his brow, and the way he clenches his fists.

Your heart flutters in your chest when you observe him like this in front of you. And after some time you just forget what you two were fighting about anyway. Eventually, the anger you two feel gets channeled in a way both of you can’t complain about.

Osamu Miya

You like it when the day ends like this; you sitting on the kitchen counter as you watch Osamu cooking. He thinks you just like to keep him company, which is true of course. But there’s another layer to it, an aspect he hasn’t figured out yet.

You like to watch him cooking. It’s written all over his face how much he loves to. Watching him gives you maybe just as much joy as he gets from doing it.

His grey eyes are gleaming, a gentle smile on his lips, his usual neutral countenance vanished, making room for a softer, fulfilled expression. This expression on his face has your chest swelling with affection every time.

As you watch Osamu you listen to his deep, gentle voice as he narrates his steps to you. You don’t particularly listen to the content of it, rather to the sound of his voice. You truly could listen to him like that forever.

You observe his skilled hands chopping up whatever is on the cutting board efficiently. You’ve seen this way too many times to still be impressed by it. But you still are.

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satantica · 1 year

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i just know you have waited for this so…

sending haikyu boys hot pics

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou

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touyazbbygirl · 1 month

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you take the man out of the-

Warning! Bittersweet, angsty but fluff. this was written at the time of posting so 3am. Its not proof read nor super amazing I was half asleep. so bad writing has its own warning <3

And when Im back in Miyagi.. I feel it. Tooru had left for Argentina not long after high school, breaking contact with the one he had loved. He wanted you to come with, but you had things you needed to accomplish first. Finishing school, you had friends and family in Miyagi. You couldnt just leave that behind like he wanted to. Like he could.

When Tooru had returned to Miyagi for a visit, he saw you. You seemed happy. Lively. The winter air made your cheeks flushed, the heat from your breath creating small clouds as you spoke so kindly to the elderly lady you were helping. He couldnt help it. His feet moved faster than he could listen to his brain telling him to stop. The moonlight and the signs reflection creating colors against your skin. Pants fell from his lips, the air cooled his nerves, enough. He stood there, looking at you with pleading eyes, begging you not to run off, not to tell him to leave you alone. Begging you to stay, just for a moment. He loved you, he hated being away from you. He hated being in Argentina without you. “Y/n..” Tooru started as he felt his breath hitch in his throat. Seeing your expression. He knew, knew you felt the same as he did. Knew that the longing feeling of each other was so deeply embedded in your veins. “Ya know, ive been waiting for a long time for you shittykawa” You spoke with a watery tone, eyes matching as they filled with tears. Just being able to see him, just to be able to hear his voice caused everything around you to stand still. To stop, to just be him. In this moment, not a single thing else mattered. Reaching out to reach for him, grasping his hand in his. “I love you.” the three words rolled off your tongue just as pretty as they used too. “Im sick of waiting. You better be here to take me with you” Tooru felt his heart stop, the genuine smile tugging at the corners of his chapped lips. He did the only logical thing in that moment as the snow started falling, as delicate as the heart he held in his hands. He stepped closer, cupping your cheeks that warmed his icy fingertips, thumbs caressing the apples that became more prominent as you returned the smile he was giving. Tooru rested his forehead against yours as he let out a sigh of relief. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He leaned down pressing a kiss against your lips, feeling the lip balm against his own. “I missed you” He whispered after he broke the kiss. “So much. Im not leaving without you. I dont care what id have to do. Im not.. Im not going home without you.” Tooru could careless about his pride. It seemed meaningless. Having you standing in from of him. His stupid senseless pride meant nothing to him. He would get on his knees and begged if it meant you would go with him. You were home, his home. It had nothing to do with Miyagi.. You were the city lights. You were the moon tonight. You were the stars in the sky. You were cherry blossoms in early spring. You were all he ever needed. You were everything. Nothing else mattered to him. Not volleyball, hell not even his milk bread could compare to you. He was glad he went home, just to visit family. He got his world back, and that was the one thing he was missing back in Argentina.

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