#tooru oikawa x y/n

[tetsunova]

i think oikawa’s love is the purest one there is. Yes there’s fangirls around him that he always entertains but is it really his ego or is it the lack of the replication of the love he has to give? He’s never had someone whose really loved him for who he his, flaws and all. He flirts with those girls because the love they reciprocate may be superficial but it’s better than nothing at all. Truly he’s just a kid at heart whose in need of a little bit of love.

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[shxtodxroki]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“Y/nnn…” You hear a voice whine from behind you, though you resolve to pay it no mind, remaining focused on the laptop screen in front of you as you attempted to find the right way to word the conclusion to your essay. Though of course, your needy boyfriend would not be ignored so easily, proving as much with another, louder whine of your name as he tried to pry your eyes away from your computer screen.

“Y/nnnnn…. My angel…” You could practically hear the pout on your boyfriend’s face as he pleaded for your attention, though you continued to ignore him in favor of finishing the essay in front of him, knowing that the moment you gave him even a crumb of attention he’d take it as his cue to be all over you. You simply couldn’t afford to be distracted until this essay was finished, a fact you had reiterated several times to your boyfriend when he begged to come over to your place with you after school. He had agreed to give you time to finish it at the time, though it was clear that he was struggling to stick to his promise as he pouted and yearned for you to show him some affection.

“....You hate me.”

“Tooru, I need to focus because if I get a bad grade on this essay, my parents won’t let me go see your next game.” You grumble out exasperatedly, silencing your pouty boyfriend with your reasoning. “And then you’d really be miserable, so I suggest you let me finish this.”

“But baaaabe!” Tooru finally whined out, already recovered from the fear of not having his wonderful s/o cheering for him front and center at his next game, knowing deep within himself that there's no way you'd actually do poorly on this essay and miss any of his games. “You’ve been working on it all night, you’ve barely even looked at me!” You hear him move off of your bed as he says this, coming up behind you and leaning down to worm his hands around both the office chair you’re sitting on and your waist. “You know I need your attention to live, it’s just cruel to deprive me for this long.”

“You’re so dramatic, you big baby.” You retort, though you let your clingy boyfriend hold you from behind as you feel his eyes scanning over the portion of your essay that’s currently displayed on your screen, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious as he analyzes your work. “Besides, I just have to finish the conclusion, and then I’m all yours.”

Tooru sighs exaggeratedly once more at that, removing his hands from your waist as he moves to stand in front of you, blocking your computer screen from your view. “Come on baby, can’t you just rewrite whatever you already said and call it good? I’m sure your essay is good enough to stand on its own.” He tries to persuade you, and you allow him to take your non-dominant hand and thread your fingers through his as you gently nudge him aside enough for you to see your screen once more. 

“Babe, just give me five more minutes and I’ll be done, I already know what I want to say. I just have to figure out how to word it.” You see the pout forming on your boyfriend’s face out of the corner of your eye and gently squeeze his hand in yours as you use your other hand to type. “And then we can cuddle, and you can be the little spoon since I made you wait all day for cuddles.” 

Tooru’s eyes immediately light up at that offer, and suddenly he’s content to stand beside you and watch as you finish writing the last few sentences of your essay, mindlessly playing with your interlaced fingers as the sound of your keyboard clicking fills the room. As soon as you’ve written the final sentence of your paper and spell-checked it, you close your laptop and open your arms for your endearingly clingy boyfriend to melt into, allowing him to drag you over to your bed and manually wrap your arms around him from behind as you gently kiss along his back, finally giving your boyfriend the attention and love he’s been craving all day.

Request - @jaiistg said: OIKAWA TORUU :D!

A/N: Hi y’all, sorry I haven’t been posting very much lately, I’ve had a lot going on as I prepare for college lol but I hope you guys enjoy this cute little drabble! I always love writing drabbles for characters lol so pls feel free to send in your fav’s name if you want and I’ll write one for them, and if you have any other requests then feel free to send those in as well and I’ll get them added to my request list ASAP! :D

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[rinslove]

Hi! Can i request some husband texts from Rin and Oikawa? Thank you 💕

RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn!reader

warnings: princex used as a pet name, a picture is used where you can see the outline of a het couple but that's only for a reference and is not meant to depict the reader at all!

autumn's note: of course! i did oikawa first, and i'm just getting started on rin's now so it shouldn't be too much longer <3

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[lyssasdrafts]

— MISSING YOU !

SYNOPSIS ; the two of you haven’t spoken since graduation - but now, oikawa tooru is now back in town and agrees to a fake relationship to cover up a scandal on his part, and to make a crush jealous on yours. what could possibly go wrong?

chapter nine

MASTERLIST. next

NOTES

hope this chapter made sense cause it’s been a while, but the smau is back!

you mess with oikawa? you mess with his friends. + makki ratioing people just because he can.

you can tell that there’s something going on with oikawa but don’t want to say anything since you aren’t that close (yet 👀)

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Happy late valentine's day! I would like to participate your event ( つ´∀｀)つ may I order a box with wrapping paper? also with dark chocolate (oikawa) in oval shape! And I'd like oreo's for the filling ╰(´꒳`)╯ thank youuuu ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

Hello!!!

Happy very late valentines day LMAO

I have such a good idea for this!!

I hope you enjoy!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑑 ���𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

CW BELOW THE CUT: Spoilers for season 2!

The final stand… the most tension-filled moment of the game was finally here. Despite the silence that filled the gym, the pounding of Oikawa’s heart helped to replace the ringing in his ears. He was so close. Victory was close enough to taste, and he knew it was coming.

Except… it didn’t.

The absence of sound in the gym was undone by the repeated bouncing of the ball that he had just failed to save.

Truth be told, Tooru never realized how truly incredible silence was. He never realized it until he craved it so… Because the silence in the gym? It was replaced by the cheers of the crowd, for his opponent.

Sejoh’s Captain laid face down on the harsh linoleum of the gym floor. It was all his fault… they had come SO far, and yet he let the ball slip right through his fingers when it mattered most. He couldn’t face his boys… not after he let them down like that. He stood up carefully, legs shaking from the intense emotions he felt, and rushed into the locker room to grab his things, then out the back doors.

The frigid autumn air nipped at his bare legs and arms. Shit. He hadn’t expected it to be so cold tonight. He thought he would’ve been warm from the game. He thought wrong.

Oikawa searched for anywhere to sit: a bench, a chair, a stairwell, a curb, anywhere. But, as luck would screw him over, he did not. So, the setter hugged his knees to his chest and slid down the outside wall of the gymnasium.

And then? There was you. You had seen the play unfold. You had seen your life-long best friend’s reaction to his own shortcoming. Pushing through the deluge of screaming fans, you rushed outside after him.“Oikawa!”

Slamming into the doors and forcing them open, you hastily searched the illy-lit parking lot. You didn’t see anything, so you rushed into the chilly open air. “OIKAWA!” You shouted, using your hands to project your desperate calls.

By the grace of whatever god was up there, you heard the despaired hitch of your best friend’s breath. Your head quickly flew to your right, only for your eyes to meet the worst image you had ever seen.

In a lightless corner, Oikawa sat with his knees huddled up to his chest, shivering quite harshly as he fought obvious tears.

“Oh god, there you are!” You hissed as you ran up to him. When you reached out to him, he violently jerked away.

“Not now, (Y/N).” He spat.

You blinked as you took in his snappy tone and blunt words. “I’m sorry?”

“I said not now!” He yelled into the night, sighing out a very visible breath.

“I- damnit. Hang on, honey.” You mumbled, taking the blanket you were wearing in the gym off of your shoulders and draping it over his own. You sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tooru, look at me.”

Sejoh’s Captain turned to face you, biting down harshly on his lip.

“You did your best, sweetheart.” You whispered, gently pulling him into a hug.

The brown-haired male’s eyes widened, then flooded with months of unshed tears. He put his forehead down flat on your shoulder, allowing himself to finally break down.

Oikawa’s loud sobs echoed through the night. They were more than just tears from a loss. Tooru had lost to his sworn enemy, a team that had fallen in the past. He had lost his final chance to get to nationals, not only for himself, but for his boys too. “P-Please don’t leave me.”

“I’ve got you, ‘Kawa. I’ve got you.” You whispered, putting a secure hand on the back of his head.

“I’m… I’m such a freaking failure.” He whimpered, accompanied by a few sniffles.

“No the hell you aren’t.” You replied softly, holding onto him as tight as possible, “You fought your ass off to be here. I know it’s so disappointing to lose this far in, but you absolutely deserved to be here. You deserve to move on and face Shiratorizawa and play at nationals.”

“O-Only winners pl-ay at na-a-tionals.” The brunette managed through his lamentation.

“Then I’m not sure why you aren’t moving on. All of our lives you’ve been a winner, Tooru. I’ve seen you work so tirelessly on improving everything, and I know you just want to make your dad proud. A loss here doesn’t mean your volleyball career is over.”

You weren’t sure if the words helped or hurt, but they sure as hell made your best friend cry much harder. You held onto him securely, gently rubbing in between his shoulder blades with your thumb. “I’ll never let you go.” You muttered, resting your head atop of his own. “And if it’s any consolation, I think you kicked ass today.”

As the cold air nipped against you, the loud cries of your best friend slowly turned into soft sniffles. “T-Thank you.” Oikawa whispered, sitting up to look at you.

You brought your hand up to cup his face and wipe his tears. Sejoh’s Captain nuzzled into the touch, face very much stained with streaks proving his inner thoughts. “You’re so welcome, Tooru. You know how much I hate to see you like this…”

Oikawa leaned on his side to cuddle up on your shoulder, “And you know how much I hate showing emotions like this.” He mumbled, closing his eyes in an attempt to rest.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment. “It’s too cold to sleep out here, ‘Kawa. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

The brown-haired male stood up, took your hand, and begrudgingly walked to your car. He settled down in the back seat, sitting quite dejectedly. As soon as you turned the car on, the low hum of the engine seemed to lull him further.

While adjusting the rear view, you move it downward to look at your best friend’s sleeping state. You smiled upon finally seeing him at peace: face relaxed, mouth agape with a small trickle leaking from the corner of it, eyebrows unfurrowed and emotionless.

“You’ve done well, Tooru.” You whispered, moving the mirror back, “Sleep easy.”

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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[atsukashii]

❝tell me you love me❞ // t. oikawa

SYNOPSIS: ➛ confession: you've been in love with one of your best friends since high school, but life has a way of getting in the way. so tell your friends you love them, before its too late.

» CHARACTER PAIRING: tooru oikawa x reader

» WORD COUNT: 18k and i'm not sorry

» GENRE: slice of life, ANGST with no happy ending, mutual pining

» WARNINGS: major character death, blood, violence

From the moment you were born you had been coddled and hovered over by your parents. Albeit, not in the usual way that first time parents usually fuss over their babies as you were born with lungs that didn’t do their job properly. You were incredibly fortunate to have received treatment as a child, and as you grew it became a constant thing you monitored that didn’t interfere with your life too much. 

Surprisingly, what it impacted most was your ability to make friends. Due to frequent hospital trips and doctors appointments, you hadn’t made any lasting friends in your early years. That was until your fifth birthday, when Iwaizumi Hajime moved in next door. Obsessed with bugs and getting himself into all kinds of trouble, the two of you made fast friends, but it wasn’t until a year later that you met the one person that would impact your life in both the best and worst ways. 

“But she’s a girl!” These were the first words Tooru Oikawa had ever said to you. 

To his credit, you were in fact, a girl, and only six years old, holding onto your childhood friend Iwaizumi’s hand in a white-knuckled bone crushing grip. You remember being so nervous the day Iwaizumi came knocking on your front door, asking your mother if you two could go to the park to play with his other friend.

You’d been jealous that Iwaizumi had another friend other than you. That jealousy had then turned to awe when your eyes had climbed up the lanky figure in front of you, and settled on the prettiest brown eyes you had ever seen. 

Iwaizumi had stomped on Oikawa’s foot the moment he had uttered the words that had your heart dropping into your stomach. But you’d only blinked at him, puffing out your chest like you were stronger than what your frail little five year old body portrayed and snipped back. 

“Yeah, and you’re a boy, so what?” The brunet had only gaped at you as if he’d never seen a girl in his life. And that was that. 

From that moment, you had become a constant figure in both boys' lives, even though there were times that Oikawa had more often than not tried to hog your best friend all to himself.

It wasn’t until they started middle school that they both began to take volleyball more seriously than playing with a ball after school hours. 

You found yourself trying to compete with sports for your friends' attention - something you weren’t allowed to participate in due to your condition, yet somehow, they always found time for you. Whether it was having study sessions after class, or walking home together - even if it means waiting until their practices were done.

Even though their love for the game grew, they never made you feel like less of a priority because you weren't a part of the game.

In the early days of your friendship, you had decided to keep your condition from your friends, not wanting them to treat you any differently. But Iwaizumi had found out when you were eight when you’d been rushed to hospital in an ambulance and he’d been standing next to your porch, his insect net discarded at his feet and a horrified look on his face. You had caught pneumonia after being in days of wet weather, spending it trying to catch tadpoles in puddles. But the look on Iwaizumi’s young face stayed with you, and it was a look you never wanted to see again. Ever. So you had just told your other friends that you had chronic asthma which was why you were forced to sit out on basically all sport classes and why you avoided those clubs. 

Your condition frustrated you even more as your friends began their descent into volleyball obsession, a sport that you always wanted to play but couldn’t - so you were forced to watch from the side lines. That didn’t stop the boys from doing hitting drills with you sometimes though, however the moment your chest would heave due to the silent buzzing of your watch which constantly monitored your blood oxygen levels, you’d excuse yourself and more often than not, they’d fuss like mother hens. It was sweet, but also left you reeling in your thoughts of how pathetic it seemed to you to not be able to do those kinds of things. 

Iwaizumi was always the one that would be stern on the outside, but the minute he noticed the slightest glance at your watch or the buzzing, a flip switched and he became a helicopter parent. It was Oikawa that had first brought up the idea of helping him with some receives, and you’d jumped at the chance, ignoring your other friends grumbles of disapproval. You’d always been closer to Iwaizumi, not really understanding where Oikawa and you stood with his constant jokes, sometimes blunt tendencies and the fact that he is like a smoke show. A smoke show that drew you closer every day. 

It wasn’t until your junior year of high school did you really realize just what that warm feeling in your chest meant whenever Tooru was around you - until you realised just how vital he was to your life.

You weren’t bullied, not really. But teenage boys could be cruel, more so than girls could be. That year, you didn’t share many classes with your two best friends, even fewer with Makki and Mattsun, and often you had to actively go find them during lunch time because they had their own friends. That’s not to say that you didn’t, you just weren’t as much of a social butterfly as Tooru, or was naturally able to attract people to him like Maki. 

You spent most of your time with music blasting through your headphones whenever possible, and more often than not had your nose shoved in your favourite book. This although wasn’t considered ‘cool’ by your classmates, so somehow you became ostracized. 

You had been walking towards the gym where you knew your friends would be on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. Like an idiot, you’d ignored your friend's texts to bring an umbrella to school and instead had looked at the then sunny sky and thought you wouldn’t need it. But now, as you cradle your book to your chest and jog the short distance from building to building, trying to seek refuge in the annex of the gym, you can’t help but mentally smack yourself for not knowing better. 

The familiar sound of a hand slapping a volleyball meets your ears, immediately followed by a loud laugh has your downturned lips uplifting. By the sound of the ostentatious bickering, all four of your friends were inside. Anticipation stemmed to life in your limbs at the noise, suddenly being even more excited to tell Mattsun about the show he’d told you to watch which you had binged in a single weekend whilst they were at an out of town tournament. Only steps away from your refuge a long arm blocked your path, and as your eyes follow the limb back to its owner, you’re met with the dark brown eyes of a boy in your class. 

“And where are you going mouse?” The nickname had caught on in your first year of high school when people had discovered you weren’t as openly brazen and loud as the boys you were often with. And so far, you’d been unsuccessful in your attempts to get rid of it. 

“I’m meeting my friends for lunch.” You say, your voice quiet and the snickering grin that pulls across the boy's face has genuine fear licking to life inside your chest. 

“You mean those boys you’re obsessed with? The ones you stalk?” What was it about moronic teenagers that thought boys and girls couldn’t be friends? Bare in mind you did have a tiny, microscopic crush on one of them - the others were like the overbearing brothers you never had or really wanted for that matter. Your brows pinch in frustration as the words grate on you. They'd been whispered behind your back for years, but for someone to say it to your face, it was more aggravating than you thought it would ever be. 

“I’m not obsessed with them, they’re my friends!” Your voice is smothered by the rumbling of thunder above, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as the boys laugh. 

“Friends? Please you’re not even pretty. Why would the most popular guys in our year want to be friends with someone like you?” The back haired one in front of you asks, his two friends caging you against the side of the building snickering in agreement. 

“All she does is read.” The book cradled to your chest is snatched from your hands, and your protests fall on empty years as your classmate to your left tosses it to the boy in front of you. 

“Give that back!” The ring leader flips through the pages, ignoring you completely. His eyes only flick back to yours as he snaps the book shut. 

“You follow those guys around like a dog, so fetch,” One second, your book is in his hand, and the next it’s landing with a thud into a puddle of mud in the rain. A broken noise slips from your lips as you watch the pages soak up the brown water. With no hesitation, you dash into the rain, picking up the hardback and not caring that your blue blouse of your uniform becomes dirtied from the book. The boys all snicker at you as you stand in the rain, glaring down at the puddle with tears welling in your eyes. However their amusement is short-lived.

“What’s going on?” Normally, it’s Iwaizumi who commands the sort of presence that has people like your crappy classmates shutting up. But as you look through your dripping lashes and the pounding rain, it’s Oikawa who stands at the doors to the gym, a frown etched onto his face, and anger radiating off him in waves. 

“Nothing, we were just talking.” The raven haired teenager shrugs before making his leave. He doesn’t get more than a step before Oikawa’s large hand wraps around your classmate's bicep, yanking the boy to a stop. 

“What the hell is your problem-”

“I asked, that the fuck is going on.” The underlying threat to his tone has the boy in Oikawa’s grip blanching at the taller brunet. 

“I didn’t do shit!” Oikawa’s eyes meet yours and quite frankly you don’t know what to do. You want to tell him the truth, but also don’t want to cause more trouble for everyone. You just want today to be done so you can go home and get out of the rain before you get sick. 

So you walk out of the rain, hugging the muddied book to your chest in a pathetic attempt to keep yourself warm. For a second, it’s as if the world holds its breath as Oikawa’s light brown eyes drag cautiously from your head to your shoes. Normally, the action from most people would make you uncomfortable, but the genuine concern in those golden brown orbs has a feeling of safety washing over you instead. 

It’s not until Oikawa’s gaze hesitates on the now ruined book that you’re clutching like a lifeline does he release the boy. 

“We didn’t do anything, right Y/n?” One of your classmates, the one who had stolen your book in the first place, asks with anger flashing brightly in his gaze. You can’t bring yourself to say anything due to the chattering of your teeth as the cold of your wet clothes starts to bleed into your bones. As if he hears the noise over the commotion of the summer rain and the boys trying to prove their supposed innocence, Tooru’s eyes once again meet yours, and this time there’s nothing but unbridled rage swirling in them. 

It only takes a second for the situation to get out of hand. One moment, Oikawa is releasing the boy's arm, and the next his right hand is pounding into the bridge of the ring leaders nose, which makes such a sickening crunch it has your feet freezing to the floor. The book thrower hits the ground with a dull thud, and to your surprise, none of his friends move to back him up. Instead, they all look at Oikawa who is shaking with fury. The promise of more pain rippling from his eyes. 

“If you ever talk to Y/n again - ever look at her wrong again I will break more than you fucking nose.” Like bats fleeing hell with hounds at their heels, the boys sprint from the scene leaving nothing but a few feet separating you from your friend. You both stand in silence for a moment, just taking in each other and the entire situation before Oikawa lets out a sigh, running a now shaking hand through his messy brown hair. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen his hair a true mess like it is now, and your mind fogs at that little bit of information, locking it away to remember. 

“Are you alright?” You go to nod your head, but as your eyes move to the floor you notice the bright reddening skin on his knuckles and your body moves before your brain. 

“Your hand…” Reaching forwards, you grip the limb gently with your fingers, rotating it to see if he’s hurt any other part of it. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize for those shit heads. Ever.” Oikawa sounds so unlike himself that it has you looking back to his face with shock. But what really rocks you to the core is the pink blush dusting his high cheekbones, and the fact that he can’t look you in the eyes. A small smile tugs to your lips at the sight, and he lets out a childish groan as he in his hesitancy to look at you, notices your drenched form. 

“What assholes.” His damaged hand twists inside your hand until he’s the one clutching your fingers and dragging you inside the gym. 

“You can’t go home like that. Your mom will kill you, and then me. I’ve got my volleyball uniform in the locker room. It’s clean so you can wear that - though it will be big it’s better than being drenched.” His words echo around your head as you follow behind him through the gym, both of you ignoring the ruckus of your other friends realizing your appearance. But you can’t even be bothered to look at them. You are unable to take your eyes off Oikawa’s broad shoulders.

When did his shoulders get so broad? They haven't always bee like that, have they?

The back of his neck is the same bright red of his cheeks, and it has your own face flushing in more than embarrassment. 

You’d uttered nothing as you slipped into the locker room and Oikawa immediately opened a locker down the end, bringing out a bag before grabbing the familiar white and aqua blue uniform. Turning towards you with a shy smile, your heart felt as if it was about to go into cardiac arrest at the sight. He was giving you clothes so you didn’t have to wear your muddied uniform home. 

He was giving you his clothes to wear. Your brain was short circuiting as he placed them on the bench in the middle of the room before gesturing to the door in a panicked movement and disappearing out of it. 

In complete silence, you rid yourself of your soaking wet clothes before slipping into the uniform that was huge on you, but at least it was dry. You thanked whatever volleyball god thought putting elasticated drawstrings on the shorts was a good idea before taking a final calming breath. 

The moment you breached the doors to the gym again, three teenage boys were in your face, talking over each other, and each one promising other forms of bodily harm that if you were anyone else would have probably made you nauseous. 

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Not before I tear their legs from their bodies.”

“Screw that, I say we castrate the fuckers.”

“I’m down.”

“Can all of you just shut up?” Oikawa’s voice actually causes his teammates to hesitate in their homicidal planning, and they look at him as if he’s insane.  “How about asking her if she’s alright for starters.” The rage covering Makki, Mattsun and Iwaizumi’s face quickly shifts to guilt, but as you hold up a hand to tell them that it's okay, you’re alright, Oikawa speaks up.  “And maybe about how my hand is?” The sudden turn in conversation as Iwaizumi kicking one of the discarded volleyballs by his feet right at Oikawa. 

“Iwa!”

“Shut up shitty-kawa, this isn’t about you-”

“Is your hand okay?” You ask instead, making sure that he hadn’t actually hurt it, because if he - the starting setter for their team had messed up a hand because of you, you don’t think you’d forgive yourself. The blushing and nervous Oikawa from earlier is nowhere to be seen, this time, the usual carefree and flirty boy you’ve known since you were eight is winking at you like nothing had changed.

“Nothing to worry about here gorgeous.” Oikawa smirks, before looking over your head to Iwaizumi and wagging his eyebrows teasingly. “You’d be jealous Iwa, I think I broke that Hiroto kid's nose.” As the room around you bursts into familiar chaos, you can’t help internally thank Oikawa for taking the attention off you. Being fussed over wasn’t your favourite thing, right along with causing trouble for your friends. But the fact that Oikawa had done both for you, and helped you when you needed it most… your heart flipped in your chest at his grin that he threw at Makki who was inspecting his hand as if not believing it and needing physical proof of the contact. 

You knew then you were definitely friends.

But that was all you would ever be. No matter how much your heart wanted for more since that day. No matter how many whispered conversations you shared, or secret smiles and inside jokes. No matter how many times he shared his umbrella with you, took you out for lunch and hung his arm over your shoulder whilst you all walked together. You would never be his person. 

This was cemented in your senior year, where you stood near the front gates of the school with Iwaizumi as you waited for your friends. Your traitorous eyes tried to settle on the tall brunet surrounded by a group of gaggling female fans every time you scanned the front doors for the other two members of your group. But you forced your eyes to keep moving, not wanting to hurt your heart more than necessary right now. 

You were doing a bad job of it of course, because the dark haired guy standing to your left let out a sigh of not quite frustration or annoyance, but something, before opening his mouth. 

“Why can’t you just tell him?” Iwaizumi had been trying to encourage you to tell Oikawa about the fact that you were head over heels in love with him from the minute you had burst into his room after an afternoon of studying with Oikawa, the secret spilling from your lips. That was over six months ago. 

And so far, you’d kept those words locked deep in your heart under lock and key, never to be uttered. Why not?

Turning to Iwaizumi with raised brows, he only rolls his eyes in what you now know is annoyance at you. “Um hey have we met? My name is Y/n and that-” you hiss, gesturing over your shoulder to the brunet captain surrounded by girls who you think are far prettier than you. “Is Tooru Oikawa, our best friend, the most popular guy in school.”

“You forgot registered dumbass.” Iwaizumi points out and now it's your turn to roll your eyes. “You’ve got to tell him one day.”

“And ruin my friendship when he doesn’t feel the same? No thank you.” You grumble, adjusting the strap of your backpack and trying hard not to look back over at Oikawa as you hear him saying goodbye to his fangirls. 

“You’re both idiots.” Iwaizumi grumbles and you don’t bother to reply as Oikawa skips towards you, a pep in his step and a blinding grin pulling at his lips. His happiness is contagious, and you find a small smile tugging at the edge of your mouth before you can stop it. 

“Ready to go?”

“Don’t act like we haven’t been waiting on you for the past ten minutes.” Iwaizumi grumbles but Oikawa just ignores him and throws a heavy arm over your shoulders as he grins down at you. 

“He’s just jealous Y/n, because I have fangirls and he doesn’t.” He probably has them too, you bite back the response because Iwaizumi beats you to it. 

“I don’t need a group of gaggling girls to prove my worth as a player.” He snaps but the words are empty of any malice and anger, instead Iwaizumi looks like he might laugh from his friends' antics. 

“So meat-buns?” 

“So I got an interesting call yesterday.” The trio of guys seem to block out Oikawa’s words, however it’s the underlying excitement in his tone that has your noodles stopping half in your mouth. The moment your slurp stills, one by one your friends turn to him with feigned disinterest, obviously now picking up on the serious vibe Oikawa is radiating. It’s not that he’d never be serious, but normally any proper concentration is focused on volleyball so… Nervously, you bite into your noodles, letting the remainder that hung from your lips pathetically drop back into your soba bowl. 

“Are you going to just say it or make us guess crappy-kawa?” Iwaizumi grumbles, pushing his food around with his chopsticks. However, the grin that breaks out across Tooru’s face has the soba in your stomach turning to lead. 

“I got an offer to train with José Blanco.” The confusion on your face is one hundred percent sincere, because although you’re friends with volleyball jocks, that doesn’t mean you have a bottomless pit of knowledge of every star player to ever walk the face of the earth, past and present. But you can make a rough guess that he’s someone Oikawa really looks up to due to the delight filling Oikawa’s features. 

“As in the Argentinian setter?” Mattsun’s words have alarm bells ringing inside your head. And as Oikawa nods his head, you find one of your greatest fears come to life right in front of your eyes. 

“After graduation, I’ll be moving to Argentina to play for the CA San Juan team.” You choke. 

All faces turn to you as your food catches in your throat, your stomach threatening to lurch and make your lunch have a second appearance although for a completely different reason. Pushing his glass of water across the table, you can’t bring yourself to even look at Oikawa as you down half the glass. The moment your chest stops heaving and your coughing fit ceases, you manage to look into Oikawa’s golden hued gaze and your chest throbs - and not from choking. 

Makki and Mattsun congratulate him whilst you look back to your soba as if trying to find the answers to your life in. Because honestly, you’re completely lost. 

Oikawa was moving to Argentina. He was leaving. To Argentina. Argen-fucking-tina. 

Sniffling away the stinging in your eyes, you don’t look back up until you’ve managed to school your features to something akin of happiness. 

But as you look at your best friend, he’s already looking at you with worry strung through his features. And that's where you know for sure, that you’ve got to show him you’re happy for him. Because you are, you’re so proud and happy that he has this opportunity because out of every person you’ve ever known - he deserves it. 

But there’s the selfish part of your soul that wants to scream and cry until you’re blue in the face and your lungs are burning. That part of you wants to tell him to stay, that you love him and you want him here. That part of you however gets shoved further and further down into the deep dark depths of your heart as you listen to him talk ecstatically to Iwaizumi about going. 

Even as Oikawa corners you as you all begin to disperse from your usual Friday afternoon post-practice feed, that despair leaking from your heart is buried six feet under - so deep that it doesn’t affect the smile that reaches your eyes. 

Even as Oikawa’s brown eyes glitter down at you as he silently hands you his track jacket to cover your coatless shoulders, it doesn’t crack. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Oikawa starts about half way into your joint walk back to your house. 

“You only received the call yesterday Tooru,” You say in disbelief. “Yes, how dare you wait a whole twenty four hours to tell us all in person that you’re moving halfway across the world.” The sarcasm brings a small teasing smirk to the corners of his lips.  “You’re a horrible person, really.”

“The worst.” He parrots back, now grinning down at you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Honestly, you have no idea why he’s thanking you, or what for. Your expression must say as much, as the teasing grin melts into something softer that has warmth spreading from your chest in waves. 

“For not calling me crazy.”

“Oh it's definitely a crazy idea,” You deadpan, pulling at the sleeves that hang over your hands. “So it's fitting for you.” Finally looking back up at him, you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Where did this come from? “Did one of the guys say something?”

“Not really.” Oikawa hesitates, running a hand through his hair. “Makki mentioned that I maybe should have thought about it longer.” There’s strong logic behind what your other friends say, and you both know it. However, Oikawa has always been what you call calculated impulsive, so the reality of that would never happen. Because although he has the habit of making decisions on the fly, there is always logic, reasoning and strategy behind every one and more annoyingly - most tend to turn out for the better. 

“He’s just going to miss you is all.” You offer, but as the slight slump to his shoulders doesn't budge, you let out a soft sigh. “Look, you’ve got plenty of things here for you.” That catches his attention, enough that you finally stop and level Oikawa with a hard look. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t have just as many, if not more, opportunities over in Argentina. As long as you remember that you’ve got four people back home who care about you and will support you in anything, then you’ll be fine.” 

For a moment, Oikawa simply blinks at you, as if seeing something for the first time, it throws you for a loop. A wobbly smile then settles across your friend's face bringing a smile to yours. 

“You think Iwa would let me forget him? He’d be more inclined to catch a flight to San Juan and beat me for trying.”

“And we’d all be there with him. You’re stuck with us Tooru - we’re lifers,” You laugh at his mock groan and bump your shoulder into his arm. More warmth bleeds from your chest as he bumps you right back, the insecurity in his eyes now fully swallowed by radiating happiness. 

As you finally settle up against the front gate of your house, you look up at Oikawa and can’t help but smile at the lack of weight on his shoulders. 

“I don’t know if I've said it yet,” you begin, looking through your bag for your keys as you talk. “But I'm really proud of you, Tooru.” You finish, looking up at him with your keys in your hands. 

“Obviously, I’m going to be your rich friend Y/n.”

“My increasingly arrogant and vain one too, apparently.” You say, rolling your eyes and walking through the gate towards the stairs of your house. 

“Please, you love me gorgeous.” You don’t have to turn around to hear the million dollar grin on his face, but you do anyway, trying to hide the blush across your face.

More than you’ll ever know.

“You wish.” With a dramatic gasp of outrage, Oikawa is by your side in seconds, snatching your house keys from your hands before you can blink. “‘Kawa!”

“Say it,” He teases, and you try to keep your frown from morphing into a smile as the bastard holds your keys over his head, very much out of your reach. 

“My mother taught me to never tell lies, Tooru.”

“Then she would be simply disgusted at the words that just left your mouth.” He jokes, wagging his eyebrows at you teasingly. 

“I’m not a liar Tooru Oikawa, now give me back my keys,” You grumble, reaching up towards his hand for your keys knowing fully well there’s no way you can reach them. 

“Give me the truth, gorgeous, don’t break my heart like this.” He groans childishly, and you want to laugh as he’s seconds away from stomping his foot in jest. 

“Never.”

“Never? That’s an awfully long time to be stuck out here with me. Are you sure you can handle it?” Handle it? No. Want it? Very much so.

“I’ve got a mirror in my schoolbag, so long as I give you that to look at yourself every five minutes, I think i’ll survive.” Just as Oikawa puts both his hands to his chest in fake disgust, you lunge at his clasped hand, gripping his tight fist and yanking at the dangling lucky cat keychain. The brunet squawks in outrage and pulls his hands back towards his chest with a sharp tug that has you tumbling from your stance and headbutting his chest hard enough that you both fall down in a tangle of limbs. 

A groan slips from your mouth as you massage your forehead that meets his shoulder on your way down, and in seconds Oikawa’s face is mere inches from yours, with his hands pushing your hair from your forehead.

“Crap Y/n, are you alright?” Words leave your lungs, mouth and brain as you take in just how close he is. Sure you guys have hugged and been close before, but this, practically straddling his lap on your front lawn as he cups your face - this is new. And incredibly overwhelming. 

Oikawa’s question goes unanswered as your mind goes quiet in a way it never has before. You’re not sure if it's a positive or negative thing, but as Tooru’s brown eyes slip from your forehead down to your eyes, before rapidly flicking to your mouth and back, you realize you’re not even breathing. 

“Y/n-”

“Oh my goodness, y/n honey are you alright?” Iwaizumi’s mother’s alarmed voice cuts in, and your small moment implodes. You practically tumble from on top of Oikawa until your ass is on the grass and you’re gasping up at your friend's mother as if you’d been deprived of oxygen for minutes and not seconds.

“Hi Mrs. Iwaizumi.” Oikawa grins, waving at her as if she hadn’t just come across him being straddled in his front yard. 

“Are you two alright?”

“You know Y/n, unable to keep her hands off me.” You gape and punch Tooru in whatever body part happens to be closest in retaliation as your face flushes brightly. The soft punch earns a hiss of fake pain from Tooru as he hunches over, holding his abdomen as if you had caused real pain. Drama queen. His bright eyes look up at you through his long lashes with fake shock, but you ignore it, quickly snatching up your keys that were until now forgotten on the ground beside you. 

“Yeah we’re okay. Oikawa stole my keys.” You explain to the woman across the fence, shaking said keys in your hand for emphasis. The smirk on Iwaizumi's mother’s face as she glances between the two of you is point enough that she doesn’t believe you. 

“Right. Well, have fun, and Tooru; be nice to her.” She chastises, yet she shoots your brunet friend a wink that has your jaw dropping. 

“I always am.” He laughs back, waving at her as she retreats back towards her house next door, arms full of groceries.

“You got everything?” Makki asks for the fourth time in an hour. 

“Who knew that you would be the mother hen.” Oikawa laughs, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, a smug smirk covering his face. 

“I honestly expected this from Iwa, not you.”

“Fuck you, I hope you forget everything.” Iwa snips back immediately, making the group laugh. But there’s no anger or malice in it, so the banter almost falls flat. Everyone falls into silence once again, as if they like you are taking in the fact that this is the last time you’ll all be together like this for who knows how long. 

Growing up sucks. 

“Oh please, you’ll miss me most.” Oikawa grins, shooting a wink at his best friend that has the shorter one punching him in the arm hard enough to make Oikawa rock back with a genuine wince. 

“Okay I feel better now.” Shaking your head at them both, your eyes draw back up to the lit up information board you stand beneath. 

Flight UA183 to Buenos Aires : Departure 6:30A.M.

You’ve been staring at it as its the sign of death, and to be honest it almost feels like it. It’s the sign of the strain that's going to be put on your friendship, of the incoming pain that's about to befall your heart when you have to watch him go. 

In the blink of an eye, the sign changes and your stomach drops. 

Flight UA183 to Buenos Aires : Boarding now.

 How was it time already? You had all arrived at 5am watching the sun slowly rise over the mountains surrounding Miyagi, and had been waiting ever since. How has over an hour already passed?

Over the intercom, the announcement of the now boarding flight comes through, causing the quiet banter between the group of boys to fall silent once more. 

“Well, that’s me.” You watch in silence as Oikawa says his goodbyes to his friends, already having said goodbye to his parents before he left the airport, not wanting to deal with his mother sobbing over him in public. 

Your friends would deny it, but there wasn’t a single dry eye as they talk quietly to each other. Makki gapes as Mattsun turns from Oikawa’s embrace, trying to subtly swipe under his eyes, but he just offers his friend his middle finger in response, as if Makki wasn't also in tears. 

Iwaizumi holds Oikawa for a second longer than the others, and you subconsciously wrap your arms around yourself as you watch them whisper quietly to each other. Pulling away and doing a handshake you haven’t seen them do since they were kids, you can’t seem to stop your eyes stinging as Oikawa’s tall frame turns your way. 

“No, please don’t cry.” He pleads, walking over to you. As if he hasn’t been wiping away his own tears on his jacket sleeve for the past few minutes.

“That’s rich coming from you. Your eyes are like a leaking tap.” Mattsun says, only for Oikawa to shoot him a playful glare. 

“Pot? Meet kettle, snot nose.” Turning back to you and ignoring Makki’s laugh, you sniff, trying to withhold the tears brimming in your eyes. 

“I want to be spammed with pictures.” You manage to get out, clenching and unclenching your fists as a distraction.

“Of course.”

“And I want to know all about your teammates, and all the people you meet, and the adventures you take.” Oikawa smiles at you and playfully rolls his eyes. 

“Anything else?”

“for you to have the best fucking time, and to know that we are all so damn proud to call you our best friend.” None of the guys make the usual joke that you teed up for them quite nicely, and their silence speaks volumes of just how accurate your statement is. With a sharp breath, Tooru folds you into his arms, and you instantly hug his waist as tightly as you can, taking it all in. 

You inhale his scent of fresh spring air and pine, tightly closing your eyes to stop the tears as you lean your head against his chest. 

“I’m going to miss you most.” A sob rips at your throat but you push it down with everything in you, until the only noise that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic little wheeze. 

“I’m going to miss you too. So much.” Your voice wobbles with every word, but as Oikawa pulls back you don’t care. Cupping your face with gentle hands, his thumbs wipe under your eyes as his gaze roams your face, as if committing it all to memory. 

“Try not to be a prick to your new teammates, okay?” A small laugh comes from the man in front of you, and his mouth ticks up in the corners. 

“I make no such promises.” For a moment you stand in silence. “Y/n, I-” Another boarding announcement repeats throughout the intercom bringing your hands from where you now notice you had been clutching the edge of Oikawa’s jacket.

You don’t even have the energy to blush as you both break your hold, and he looks over your shoulder to your group of friends behind you. 

“I guess I’ll see you guys later.” He says, adjusting the backpack he carries on one shoulder. Oikawa flashes Iwaizumi a quick look and then there’s a heavy weight of his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

“Don’t worry shitty-kawa, we’ll all be here for when you eventually drag your ass home.” Iwaizumi says from by your side, and you loop your arm loosely around his waist, just needing someone to hold you as you feel your shattered heart fall apart piece by piece. 

A small laugh is shared around the group, but it stops as Oikawa nods his head and only hesitates for a small second. His brown eyes lock on yours once more, and you offer him a wobbly smile as he nods his head again and finally turns to leave. 

Another sob bites at your throat at his retreating back, so you pathetically force your eyes to his shoes, not being able to handle seeing him walk away. 

The tears you’ve been holding in are now running down your cheeks, and as if they can sense it, you feel another hand on your back. 

“You’ll be wishing for him to leave again when he comes back and annoys the shit out of us.” Makki jokes causing a loose laugh to come out of your mouth. You are grateful for them trying to lighten the mood, but with every step Tooru takes you feel like he’s putting worlds between you both. 

Tracking his sneaker clad feet, you watch him move until he stands at the terminal to the plane, stopping to scan his boarding pass. Only then do you manage to drag your eyes up to his, only to see him stare down the terminal, spacing out and not hearing the lady behind the counter speak to him. Maki and Mattsun’s quiet talking falls flat as you all watch Oikawa raise his hands and quickly utter something to the woman before quickly pushing through the people behind him. 

And then he’s running, with his eyes set on you. 

Iwaizumi’s arm falls off your shoulder before settling on your spine, and giving you a little push forward. You don’t have time to be confused as Oikawa is suddenly only steps away from you, urgency filling his every feature. 

“Tooru, what-” He’s upon you before you even finish the sentence. Your words are cut off as his large palms cup for face, his lips moulding to yours with a pressure you only ever dreamed of. Your body moves before your mind can continue on from the roundabout thought that Tooru is kissing you, in front of your friends, in an airport - and that he’s kissing you. 

Your arms immediately move to his chest, clenching his jacket in your fists so hard your fingers hurt as he deepens the kiss. Every nerve in your body seems to shoot off like a firework leaving only warmth and adrenaline in its wake. Oikawa's calloused hands slip into your hair and you bite back the groan that threatens to fall from your lips at the feeling. As if he could feel it, Oikawa smiles against your lips as you kiss him back with the same urgency. 

Your lungs scream at you for oxygen, so you reluctantly pull away from Oikawa’s mouth, his lips pink and bruised and a heated look blazing in his brown gaze. You’ve never seen that look from him, and to have it directed at you, it’s like a cattle prod to the spine. 

“I know that was really fucking selfish of me but-” He starts. 

“It wasn’t.” You interrupt, not letting his brain go down that road even though you’re thoroughly confused. An annoyed groan falls from his lips as another boarding announcement breaks through the speakers. 

“I know we need to talk about this, but I also need to get my ass on a plane. When I call you, please answer y/n.” It takes you a second to fully take in the fact that there are now nerves swimming in his eyes, his hands shaking gently as he cups your face. Whilst you’re still vibrating from the kiss, this beautiful boy in front of you is scared shitless. 

So instead of replying, you reach up onto your toes and press another gentle kiss to his plump lips that only lasts a few seconds, but earns the hand still in your hair to clutch your head tightly. 

“I will. I promise.” With a final nod, and another kiss that bruises your lips and has your heart stuttering in your chest, Oikawa shoots you a wink before running back to his terminal and then gives you all a final wave before disappearing around the corner.

All the sadness that had flooded your body is now overcome with hope, and as you turn to your friends behind you, a hand touching your stinging lips, you almost had forgotten they were there. 

“About fucking time.” Iwaizumi grumbles, and this time the laugh that falls from your lips is genuine and full of positivity, so much that smiles crack across Mattsun, Maki and Hajime’s faces at whatever you probably look like right now. But you don’t care. 

Who had thought that one of the worst days of your life could also be one of the best.

+ + + + +

Dating is hard. 

From the minute you had kissed Oikawa in the airport, it had sent your life on a whirlwind of good and bad moments that all seemed to stem from a fucking phone. 

You had been basically running a hole in the rug in your bedroom waiting for your phone to go off, and when it had, you had almost missed the call from being frozen in place, staring at Oikawa’s name on the screen. 

That conversation had been one of the hardest ones you’d ever made in your life. Because you were excited as to what the kiss had all meant, but also angry that you now found yourself across an ocean from him when you could have both acted on these feelings before that point. 

Iwaizumi had said I told you so when you’d told all your nosy friends only days later when having a movie night in your own living room. 

Due to the distance, you and Oikawa had no real choice other than to take things very very slowly, but he wasn’t afraid. In his words, “there is no one better for you than me gorgeous,.” and to be honest you weren’t sure there was going to be someone who would put up with his bullshit more than you, so you weren’t afraid when you both decided to not put a label on it for a while whilst you got used to just talking to each other in a way that wasn’t face to face, without the added pressures of what a relationship brought.  

That didn’t mean it wasn’t tough. You just trusted the boy you had grown up with, and had no doubt in your mind that he wouldn’t do anything with your heart other than gently hold it for you. 

But you missed him terribly. Face time at odd hours of the day and constant texts and pictures aren’t the same as having him there for the little things. 

Like attending the orientation week at university with only Maki and Mattsun, or saying goodbye to Iwaizumi as he boarded a plane to California for college. 

Or just the simple movie nights, dinners at your new usual restaurants, or going home. 

Your parents had been so hard to convince to let you go to college away from home. Albeit you weren’t that far, but it was still ‘too far’ for them. However it had all come down to you having to tell your other two friends about your illness, all so you could stand in your living room alongside them, convincing your parents that you would be perfectly safe and that they would help look out for you. 

It was horrible, but worth it.

Because here you are, walking out of a lecture with a pissed off Maki by your side, and everything is right in the world. 

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Makki grumbles, adjusting his backpack as he pouts. “Did our high school years mean nothing to you?”

“Sweet Jesus Makki, please shut up.”

“No!” He hisses, and you can’t hide your grin at the stupid argument you’ve been dragged into. “I cannot believe you said that volleyball is-” the man fake gags and you roll your eyes. “Boring.”

“I didn’t say it was boring you dramatic asshole. I just said that I think that Ice Hockey is more interesting.”

“It’s the same thing you traitor!” Maki all but shouts and you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling from your lips. 

“Where the heck did you even see an ice hockey game?”

“My roommate.” You explain, all but skipping down the stars of the building and into the sunshine. “She’s from Canada and is obsessed, so I got bored and watched a game with her on the computer. It’s actually pretty cool.” Maki once again gags and looks at you with a disappointed scowl.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Laughing, you feel the sunshine hit your face, but its the cold air that has your grin growing. Winter is slowly coming and with that means the holidays. It’ll be the first Christmas outside of high school and you’re both nervous and excited about the possibility of Iwaizumi and Oikawa coming home. 

His name causes a sharp pain through your chest that is nothing abnormal, but your smile dims a little as the longing for your best friend hits you out of nowhere. God you miss him. 

You half tune out Maki’s complaints about your new favourite sport as you both walk down the tree covered path towards the front gates of the university, preparing to meet Mattsun there to go and get an early dinner together. However, your feet slow to a stop as the front gate of the campus come into view. And it’s not because your tall brunet friend is already there waiting even though he’s supposed to be working for another half hour. 

No, its the other two figures full on bickering with each other that has the world around you going quiet. You feel Maki come up next to you and see him rubbing his eyes with his hands from the corner of your eye. But your gaze is set on the taller of the two, who has a childish pout on his lips, and his hands braced in his pockets. You want to interrupt them, to yell his name but your feet are stuck to the floor like tar, and your mouth isn’t doing much better. 

“No fucking way.” The quiet in your head is broken, and the noises of the outside world come flooding in. The fact that you can now hear both Iwaizumi and Oikawa arguing about what you think is Onigiri, tears suddenly well in your eyes and a small noise breaks from your mouth. 

All three of them whip their heads to you, grins breaking out across their faces. However, it’s Oikawa who’s smile has the air getting trapped inside your lungs. He’s here. He’s home. 

You don’t waste another second as you sprint down the rest of the path, ignoring Maki’s complaints about the move, and meet Oikawa half way. You don’t even stop moving but instead jump on him, earning a laugh from the tall brunet as he catches you safely. His chest vibrates against your torso as he laughs, and more tears slip out of the corners of your eyes as you breathe him in. He’s actually here. 

You clutch him so tightly you end up letting go, worried that you’re hurting him. Oikawa’s arms don’t leave you, instead he simply leans far back enough from your face so that he can see you. 

The megawatt smile stamped across his face has you almost wanting to squint at the brightness of it. 

Your happiness is swimming in a pool of unease, not quite knowing just what to do next. Considering you haven’t seen him face to face in almost a year, and the last time you did you kissed him, you weren’t sure where that would leave you. However, Oikawa doesn’t even bother to put you down when he leans close enough that you feel his breath on your lips.

“God, you’re so much better than I remember.” And he doesn’t hold your hesitation because he immediately crushes his lips to yours and its just as brain numbing as it was the first time. Smiling against his mouth, your fingers wind through his brown locks as you deepening the kiss. He’s back, your brain really can’t get around it. You want to both kiss him more and hit him for not telling you, but the sweetness of the surprise makes your heart turn to goo inside your chest. 

Pulling back and gasping for air, you can’t stop the happy tears or the laugh that slips out. “I missed you so much, Tooru.” Your feet hit the ground, and Oikawa uses the pad of his thumbs to wipe under your eyes. 

“I missed you too gorgeous.” 

What he is doing here and hoe the hell your two friends managed to pull this off without your knowledge doesn’t get answered until hours later, where you find yourselves at a diner close to campus, the five of you together for the first time in what feels like a decade. 

“So you knew about this?” You point an accusing finger at Mattsun, who sits across the booth from you with a feral grin on his face. 

“FOMEFT hitting you hard there Y/n?” He jokes back as you mutter traitor under your breath.

“FOMEFT?” Iwaizumi asks, lifting his drink to his lips, eyebrows raised.

“Fear of missing every fucking thing.” Makki laughs, shoving a chip in his mouth. “Coined it herself when she got sick at the end of orientation week and missed a whole bunch of useless shit.” the guys laugh at your expense, but you just level Mattsun a glare.

“We’re off topic, again. Don’t think your getting away with this you sneaky little shit.” You growl, but your tone only makes him laugh even more. 

“Why are you getting mad at me, I'm just the one that told them a good day. If you’re going to get mad at someone, settle that death-look in your boyfriend’s direction.” Without you wanting to, your glare morphs into a soft smile at the word. But even as unease pools in your belly, you’re trying so hard not to grin. Was he your boyfriend? You weren’t too sure. Did he want to be? Well he was here, sitting next to you in the booth with an arm thrown over the chair behind you. Turning to where Oikawa sat, you try to level him with the same glare you had given Matsukawa, but the minute you see him grinning at you, you can’t do anything else but smile. 

“Disgusting.” Makki jokes, and you offer him a middle finger whilst you keep your eyes on Oikawa. 

“You should have told me.” You grumble, turning around and shrinking down into your chair. 

“And ruin the fun?” Oikawa tries not to laugh. “Sorry gorgeous, but it was worth it.” The group around you breaks into conversation and you lean your head back against the chair, smiling softly as you listen to the rambunctiously loud voices of your closest friends. You'd been at this diner multiple times with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, but being here with Oikawa and Iwaizumi in tow, it made your heart seem to double in size. They truly were home, even if it was just for a little bit. 

“For the record,” Oikawa’s voice is a soft breath dusting your ear. It sends chills zapping down your spine, right to your toes as he lingers there. “I was going to tell you, but seeing your reaction this afternoon was everything.” Your heart thunders inside your chest as you turn your head to look up at him. His brown eyes are filled with so much warmth, it's almost infectious as the arm resting behind your chair moves so that his fingers entwine with your hair at the base of your skull. Its complete euphoria as Tooru gently plays with your hair, and the words ‘I love you’ cling to your tongue, begging to be let out. But you can’t, not yet. Even though you’ve been friends for years, the romance is still new and Oikawa hasn’t been in a serious relationship in his entire life. One of your biggest fears is scaring him off by saying the words too early, so instead you hold them in and let others slip out instead. 

“I really did miss you, you know.” Your voice is a hushed whisper, the words only for you and him. Amongst your rowdy group of friends, the quiet moment is there, and its one you know you’ll be thinking about for a long time. 

“Who wouldn’t.” You groan quietly and try to look away only for calloused fingers from hours of playing volleyball grip your chin, bringing your gaze back to his. 

“In all honesty, I missed you more than I thought was possible to miss someone.” God the asshole is going to make you cry. So instead of letting him see the tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, you lean your head into his shoulder, closing your eyes with a small smile playing at your lips.

You feel Oikawa wrap his arm that was in your hair now around your shoulders, pulling you tighter against him until he shifts you so that you’re sitting across his lap. Your head on his chest, one of his hands on your spine, and the other on your leg. You’re so wrapped up in him you don’t even care about the fake gagging noises coming from the other side of the table. Neither does Oikawa, because the hand on your spine shifts to your waist to pull you tighter to him, as if he too just needs to have you close after being apart for so long. To just have you there, breathing in the scent you’ve known since a child, in the warmth that has been there for as long as you can remember. 

Lips press against the crown of your head so gently that your smile turns into a grin. You open your eyes wanting to remember this moment, but they instead settle on the three stooges around you, all grinning like idiots as they speak at the same time. 

“Disgusting.” Oikawa’s not even mad when you take the fries off his plate and toss them individually at your three idiotic friends until they’re all laughing. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t book a place to crash.” You laugh later on, walking into your apartment building. 

“Uh, my mind was elsewhere. And how was I supposed to know that Iwa and the others wee going home to see their families this weekend?” Oikawa squawks behind you, his suitcase in tow. 

Stopping outside the elevator, you turn to your some-what boyfriend with raised eyebrows. The innocent ‘oh shucks’ little boy grin he’s flashing at you doesn’t work, because you have an inkling that he was well aware of his friends plans and just wanted to find his way here. Not that you mind, like at all. 

“You could always have gone with them to see your own parents.” You point out the obvious as the elevator opens and you both get in. 

“And leave you in the big smoke to defend for yourself, what boyfriend would I be if I did that?” The word shocks you enough that you drop your key card and have to snatch it off the floor like you weren’t completely flawed or affected by what he just said. He just called himself your boyfriend, so does that mean you’re dating? 

You must stand in silence for a moment because there's a hand on your shoulder that gently moves you to the side, grabbing your key card and using it to press your floor number. It shouldn’t shock you this much, but you’d been so prepared to bring up the conversation and to no doubt have a long chat about what this all was and where it was going, that honestly you were so surprised that he juts blurted it out. At the same time, you really shouldn’t be considering its such a pig-headed thing for Oikawa to do, it makes logical sense. 

“You alright down there gorgeous?” Finally turning to look back at Oikawa, you try to find something to say as you see the weariness swirling in his brown irises but the elevator doors open onto your floor before you get the chance. So instead you silently lead him down the hall towards your apartment. It’s not until you put your key in the door that he breaks it. 

“Is it because I said the B word?” A short laugh slips from your lips as you push the door open. 

“It’s not Voldemort Oikawa, you can say boyfriend.” The previous concern in his eyes has been banished when you look at him, instead they’re full of relief and joy so bright you want to squint. Honestly, sometimes looking at Oikawa has the same effect on you as if you stare at the sun. 

“I just didn’t want to freak you out.” He offers, following into your small apartment after you. Closing the door, you offer him a tour of your very small two bedroom apartment. Your roommate is out with some friends tonight and you’re not sure if she will be home, but you sent her a heads up that the person sleeping on your couch is not a creeper who broke in. 

She just responded with three wink face emojis followed by an eggplant that had you blushing so hard you had to lock the screen before Oikawa had seen what she’d sent. If he had, you’d have never heard the end of it. 

“You didn’t freak me out,” You reply, putting his suitcase against the wall and moving into the kitchen to make tea.

“You just weren’t expecting it.” You don’t even have to look over your shoulder to know he's now sporting a smug grin as he lowers himself to your bar stools at the counter. 

You boil the kettle, making a big effort of getting two mugs as you talk. “I was just a bit unsure.” You say going with true honesty. 

“About us?” There’s so much anxiety in his tone that you quickly turn around to Oikawa, watching him run an uneasy hand through his hair. 

“No!” You say immediately. Trying to backpedal this situation away from the giant hole you’ve started digging. “I wasn’t sure if-” a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you realise just how childish what you’re saying is. A groan leaves you lips as you run a hand down your face. You’re a college student for crying out loud, a borderline adult and yet you are about to have the ‘are you my boyfriend’ conversation? You thought dating as an adult was supposed to be easier. 

“I was your boyfriend?” You flinch as Oikawa suddenly appears in front of you, your heart thundering from both surprise and anticipation as he looks down at you. Unable to form words or thoughts really, you give him a short nod in reply. 

“You mean all this time, all these months, you thought I was just what? A friend who flirts with you?” He doesn’t seem annoyed or mad, but startled as he tries not to laugh. You want to curl up in a ball and die at your naivety, but the man in front of you doesn’t let you move. 

“I don’t know what I thought.” You offer helplessly, which just makes him chuckle more. Suddenly his face goes sombre and he looks at you in distress.

“Wait does that mean you’ve been acting like you’re still single all this-” You cut him off with a palm over his mouth, not letting his brain go down that route and fill his head with doubt. 

“No. In case you didn’t realize Tooru, no one is really knocking at my door to take me out. And even if there were people, I wouldn’t even notice them.” Because you take up ever free space in my mind so much that its maddening. You don’t say that last part though, instead you search his face until you see the relief in his eyes, and watch his shoulders relax until he’s leaning his head on your shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips as he moves. 

Your hand weaves into his brown locks and for a moment you just take in how soft his hair is. You’d dreamed of doing simple domestic things like this with him for such a long time, but had thought it would never happen. But having Oikawa here, in your kitchen, his hands gently placed on your hips, one thumb softly brushing over your soft skin where it sits just underneath your shirt. It’s all brain numbing and overwhelming that this is your life. 

“There’s no one else but you.” His words are muffled slightly due to the fact he’s facing down, but you hear them all the same. Your heart swells all the same as he raises his head and looks at you with the softest smile that causes your chest to physically tighten. 

“You’re it baby. We’re lifers.” Your words being tossed in your face cause you to laugh, and Oikawa gently lets you go before hip checking you out of the way. 

“You go change, I'll make tea.” You go to argue about how he’s the guest in your place, but the devil places a chaste kiss to your lips that has your brain short circuiting. 

The smug grin that paints his mouth as his eyes flare at your lips proves that he knows it too. 

“Go get comfy, then move your sweet ass to the couch and put on Solange whilst I do this.” The name of the Spanish soap opera you and Oikawa started watching to help you both learn Spanish has a grin pulling to your face. Turning to skip out of the kitchen, you squawk in outrage as Oikawa taps your ass as you leave. His laugh echoes as you quickly skip to your room, changing into your comfy clothes and then find yourself on the couch connecting your laptop to the tv. By the time he sits down, the opening credits are playing and you go to take your tea, but your boyfriend puts them both on the coffee table before you can take it. About to question him, you hold in a squeak of alarm as Oikawa pulls you into his arms and adjusts you so that you are laying half on his chest and half on the couch, facing the tv. 

You want to make a comment about how you won’t be able to drink tea like this, but as Tooru’s hand gently runs up your spine, the other brushing the hair from your face, you say nothing. Instead, leaning forwards and placing a gentle kiss on his bottom lip. Holding you there for a moment longer, you smile against his lips at the thought that he wants to kiss you for longer. It’s still unreal to you.

Resting your head on his chest so you can watch, you let out a sigh of pure delight as his calloused hands weave under the back of your oversized shirt that may have actually been his at once stage, and gently trace your spine. God is good you’ve decided, for bringing this man to you. 

Every few minutes your silence is broken by one of you asking a question, but by the end of the episode you both have no idea what’s going on. You blame your lack of attention on the fact that he’s trying to cop a feel, but Oikawa pleads innocence. Instead saying that you try paying attention to something when you’ve got your girl on you. You had pointed out that you don’t have a girlfriend which only made him groan. 

You’re not sure how many episodes have gone by when the noise of the front door has you blinking awake. Your eyes briefly trail on Oikawa’s sleeping face as he holds you tightly to him before glancing up at the girl who just came through the door. 

The brunet wags her eyebrows at you suggestively, and smothers her laugh as you toss her a middle finger in return. As she quietly slinks down the hall you check the time on your phone and try to untangle from Oikawa to turn off the tv. 

2:08AM. 

You’re surprised that your roommates home, but also surprised that you feel asleep on the couch. Who knew that sleeping half on someone was more comfortable than actual furniture. Gently slipping out of Tooru’s arms you move to the tv remote on the other end of the couch. 

“You okay?” Pausing your movement, you look back at Oikawa’s half asleep face. His hair is ruffled in a way you rarely see, and the sight of him trying to blink away his tired eyes to focus on you tugs at your heart strings. God how can someone be so cute but also incredibly hot at the same time?

“Yeah, I just wanted to turn off the tv.” You offer, grabbing the remote and turning it off. The room is cloaked in darkness, the only dim light coming from the window next to the couch, showing the lights of the city behind it. 

For a moment, you’re stuck on what to do. Do you crawl back to Oikawa and sleep there, or do you go to your bed? 

You must be tossing it up for a bit because your boyfriend breaks the silence with a yawn. 

“You should go to bed. I’ll take the couch, gorgeous.” You try to hide the disappointment from your gaze, so instead busy yourself with grabbing him a blanket and pillow. Handing them to him, Oikawa takes your arm with the pillow and pulls you closer until you’re leaning over him on the couch. 

Every time you kiss him, your body seems to just melt under his touch. Whether its just him holding your hand or stealing the air from your lungs with a kiss - you’re now addicted to the feeling of your heart lurching into your throat. 

He pulls away first, offering you a sleepy smile. “Goodnight gorgeous.” 

“Goodnight.” You manage to get out, your face a burning crimson you hope he can’t see in the dark. God everything about Oikawa makes you turn into a blushing preteen you swear. With a final glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s set, you leave to your room and get into bed. 

Within minutes of you laying in your large bed, you know you’re not going to be able to sleep. Tossing and turning, you hold in a groan as sleep keeps slipping away from you as your brain wanders. You keep picturing Oikawa out on the couch, wide awake and cold. Turning your back to the door, you can’t help but frown. 

He told you to go to bed, you remind yourself. But he was probably just being polite right? Does he want to be here as much as you want him to? You want him to be there, in your bed, holding you like he was on the couch. You want to wake up next to him in the morning, to see that sleepy smile surrounded by the early rays of the sun breaching the curtains behind him. 

You want to see that messy hair, sleep laden warm gaze every morning for the rest of your life. 

Without another thought you throw your thick blankets off you and are out the door in seconds. It only takes a handful of steps before you’re standing back in the living room, your eyes locked onto the brunet who is looking at his phone. Wide awake. 

His eyes move to you as he notices your entrance, and his brows furrow.

“Y/n? Everything okay?” You want to say no, because he’s out here and you’ve been banished to your room but the words don’t seem to want to come out. Oikawa sets his phone down as you wring your wrists as nerves flutter to life in your stomach. 

“I can’t sleep. Will you-” You hesitate, not wanting to seem inexperienced as you ask him. “Will you come to bed?” At first you almost expect him to tease you about it, or to make some sort of joke. But instead, he slinks off the couch with grace and takes your hand gently in his. 

“Always.” The moment you’re back in bed, facing him as he looks at you, you realize just how much he’s grown up. How much the both of you have, from having sleepovers as kids and watching Treasure Planet to now. 

Gently under the covers, Oikawa’s fingers entwine with yours, allowing him to pull you closer to him. You move without much encouragement until you're pressed up against his side, a knee over his leg and your head on his shoulder. If you weren’t so tired you might be shocked with how natural this feels, but you don’t have the energy. Instead you place a soft kiss to his t shirt clad chest. As you drift to unconsciousness you feel the gentle press of lips to your head and the soft murmur of words that you can’t quite make out.

Instead, your body is focused on the warmth emitted from the person next to you and the sense of safety that it brings.

“Ugh,” You groan, stopping under the overhang outside the night café. You clutch your jacket tighter around you as you fish your keys out of your pocket, not wanting to stand in the rain as you have to try and find your car keys in your bag. 

“Bye Y/n! Drive safe in the weather okay?” Your co-worker calls from inside, and you offer a final wave with keys in hand as you quickly walk into the rain and towards your parked car. It's only a matter of seconds before you’re closing the driver's side door and turning on the heating. As you’re waiting for the heat to kick in, trying to warm the chill in your bones that seems to have clung to you all day, you connect your phone to the car's speakers and make the call you’d unfortunately had to miss today due to work. 

It’s only once you’re indicating to pull out onto the street does the line finally connect. 

“Hey miss I’m-too-important-to-answer-my-friend’s-when-they-call.” Iwaizumi’s voice floods over the line and a groan slips from your eyes. 

“I was at work you ass.” You grumble, knowing he’s fully aware where you were. Iwaizumi was back in Japan for a week to visit his family and for some liked to call you at random hours of the day because he was bored just sitting around on his ass. 

“So I had an interesting conversation today.” 

“Oh yeah? With who?”

“Your parents.” His words have your heart dropping like a stone to your stomach. Immediately knowing what this is about, your hackles raise up.

“I don’t want to talk about it Iwa.”

“Why exactly was your mother asking me about how you are? Because apparently they haven’t spoken to you in over a month Y/n.” Yeah you weren’t winning any awards for best daughter at this rate, but the last time you’d spoken to your mother you had both got into a huge argument due to the fact you had forgotten about a specialist appointment for your lungs and how apparently that made you immature, and uncaring for your health. 

“It hasn’t been a month.” You bite back.

“That’s not the point-”

“Do you know what its like having the most overbearing parents to ever walk the face of the planet Hajime?” Hands tightening around your steering wheel, your mouth doesn’t stop as all the anger and bitterness floods from your mouth. “The last time I spoke to my mother she called me an immature selfish brat, uncaring for her health and those around her. And do you want to know why Hajime? Because I missed an appointment. One fucking appointment. As if I purposely chose to not go to the check up - which is a lie, I was studying for finals and just forgot. But no, I’m not allowed to make mistakes.” A cruel laugh slips from your mouth. “What grateful, perfect daughter makes mistakes, not their daughter. Not their Y/n.” There are tears brimming your eyes now and you bite your bottom lip to keep them at bay. You hear Iwaizumi’s deep sigh from the other line and you listen to the brief silence. 

“I’m sorry.” His tone is full of concern, no doubt the agony in your voice ringing alarm bells for him. 

“Look it’s fine, I just need some time to cool off because if I talk to them I don’t want to say things that will hurt them.”

“You mean how you really feel?” As much as you were mad at your parents right now, you still loved them with every fibre of your being. And you refused to hurt them, you wanted them to be proud of you and the person you are. They already have a daughter who has been in and out of hospital her whole life, how could you hurt them like that. 

“I don’t want to hurt them.” You sigh, wiping your eyes on your sleeves as you stop at a red light. 

“I understand that I do, but you shouldn’t bottle things up.” Iwaizumi argues and you simply let out a sigh of your own. 

“Please tell me that you’ve booked your flight.” You ask, changing the topic. 

“Yeah I did it today. I fly out on Tuesday, at 9pm, with a layover in Los Angeles. I should get to Buenos Ares the day after you.” Even with the past conversation, this one brings a grin to your face. 

“Okay that works.”

“I swear if you spend the entire week being mushy and act like the usual love sick puppy I will puke.” There was a big tournament for Tooru’s team that he hadn’t been able to shut up about for the past few weeks. He’s been so excited for it, but little did he know you and his best friend were going to be in the stands to support him. 

Saying goodbye to Oikawa last time had hurt a little less than the first, because now you knew where you stood. He was your boyfriend, and the best one. Even on the other side of the world, Tooru had never made you feel like less of a priority. Sure, it was hard only seeing each other on facetime for months at a time, and for him to not be able to be there for your birthday. But seeing his eyes come alive as he spoke about his team and what he’s been up to made it all worth it. He was where he was meant to be, you were certain of it. You just had to finish your college degree and then you’d maybe find yourself on Argentinian shores for the unforeseeable future. You hadn’t spoken your idea to Oikawa yet, but you knew that's where you would want to be. There wasn’t a single place he would go that you wouldn’t follow in a heartbeat. 

Now it was your turn to surprise him. In a week you would be the one bragging about his flawed expression when he sees both you and his best friend thousands of miles from where you were supposed to be.  

“I do not act like a lovesick fool.” You argue, but the silence on the other end is staggering. “Is it that obvious?”

“That you must have fallen on your head as a child because you somehow look at Oikawa and think, yeah that's my ride or die - i love him.” The words make your cheeks heat as you watch the lights in front of you, waiting eagerly for it to change so you can get home. 

“I haven’t told him yet.” You blurt out, unable to keep it in. You know you’ve been in love with Tooru for a long time, but never knew just when to tell him. To be honest, you’re not sure when you started falling hard for him, maybe somewhere between when he helped you catch cicadas as a seven year old to the young man he is now buying you flowers from halfway across the world and having them delivered to your work. At first, you didn’t want to say it because you didn’t want to scare him off, but then that evolved into wanting to wait to see him in person. 

“Bullshit.” You can’t reply because you don’t know what to say. “Really?”

“Mhhmm.”

“You haven’t told him?” Iwaizumi asks, genuinely in shock. As if this was some huge impossibility. The light in front of you turns green and you put your foot to the gas. 

“Uh, and why not?”

“I wanted to tell him in person and-”

It all happens in a millisecond. The entire world seems to freeze, the raindrops on the windscreen, the noise, the very oxygen in your lungs, as if your brain is trying to engrave this moment onto your soul. 

And then, time seems to accelerate at a speed that hurts. There’s a blinding light to your right, and before you can even see it, your body is thrown to the right. You can feel your head hitting the driver's window as the car flips from the brunt of the impact. Every part of your body aches, and your vision is dotted with black stars. A red tinge bleeds into the world, and it takes you a second to realize it's your blood as you dangle upside down, your seatbelt holding you to your seat. 

Trying to inhale a breath, a wheeze sputters out instead, stemming from the sharp stabbing pain from your right side. It feels as if something is standing on your chest, and it's getting heavier and heavier by the second. 

You can hear the crackling of Iwaizumi’s voice laced with panic, and bystanders yelling around you but you can’t make anything out. You’re so, so tired. 

There is someone’s feet by your head, and then a flashlight being shone in your face, but you can’t even bring yourself to wince at the harshness of it. You can see the horror in the strangers face as the try to crawl through the smashed window of your driver's side. You can’t make out their features anymore as your vision tunnels feeling on the brink of passing out due to your lack of air. 

With the pathetic rattling of your chest, you can’t help but let the tears building in your eyes fall. You’re terrified of the fact you can’t breathe. That you can’t seem to hear anything other than a dull muttering, and a deafening ring, and yet you can hear your chest rattling. 

Please.

“Can you hear me?” A somewhat clear voice asks, but your eyes are drooping. You can barely keep them open as sleep tries to drag you away. 

I don’t want to die here. Please.

“How far away is the ambulance?” 

I’m not even twenty. I can’t die now, not like this.

You try to force your eyes open, but everything around you is hazy at the edges. Your friends' laughing faces pop into your mind. Maki’s mischievous grin, Mattsun’s low chuckle, Iwaizumi’s olive green eyes rolling in annoyance even with a small smile on his face. And Oikawa - you see Tooru’s sweet half asleep smile, his brown eyes soft as he looks at you like he did the day he woke up in your bed. 

‘You alright gorgeous?’ 

No, you’re so scared. But somehow, in some small way, you find yourself smiling as you see those brown eyes filled with nothing other than love and happiness. And even as you feel yourself slipping away, you’re smiling because he’s there - like he’s always been.

It’s a 30 hour trip from Buenos Aires to Tokyo. Oikawa had 30 hours of his heart lodged in his throat, trying to hold it together on a international flight whilst flight attendants smiled their fake fucking smiles at him, as if his world wasn’t crumbling around him. 

He’d been in the middle of early morning practice when he’d found out. The assistant coach of his club had come running into the room with a flurry of rapid Spanish that even with the help of his teammates, the stupid but addictive Spanish soap opera that you’d recommended and just god given talent he had no chance of understanding. But apparently his teammates did, because the room stilled as if the grim reaper himself had appeared before them all. He may as well have, because the minute the assistant coach’s eyes locked onto Oikawa, a phone held in his hand that an eerie chill crawled up his spine. 

“Oikawa you got a call to the clubhouse line and… you- you need to take this.” The man all but shoved the phone into his hands and for a moment, Oikawa stared at the unfamiliar number on the screen. Why would someone be calling the clubhouse for him? All his friends and family had his mobile, which he albeit normally turned off during practices, but they all knew that. Questions ran through his mind hundreds of miles a second as he slowly held the phone to his ear. 

“Hello?” 

“Tooru?” Something was wrong. Call it intuition, a fucking gut feeling, the universe throwing him a bone to prepare, or the fact that Iwaizumi was gasping for air, his voice breaking. A frown immediately pulled at Oikawa’s brow as his heart thundered nervously in his chest. What the hell was going on? Was it his parents? Iwaizumi’s parents? Has something happened to Makki or Mattsun? 

“Iwa? Are you okay-” Iwaizumi didn’t even let him finish before he was all but yelling down the phone in a hysteric panic. 

“I was on the phone to Y/n, she was driving home from work when suddenly there was this bang and now I can’t get onto her. Something is wrong, it's been an hour and I can't get onto her.” His breath gets stuck in his chest as his brain stills on your name. 

Impossible, he had texted you before practice, he’d made a joke about not wearing a shirt today to deliberately get sunburnt so that it lured you across the pond to rub aloe vera ointment on his ‘rock hard abs’, and you’d laughed, and said that you’d be shoving it down his throat if he purposely got sunburnt to get felt up - which was a something you promised to do for free. 

That had been just two hours ago. One hundred and twenty minutes. Seven thousand two hundred seconds. 

He had just spoken to you, you were fine. 

“Iwaizumi what are you talking about-” The line cut out and Oikawa let out a stressed groan in frustration as he shoved the phone into the assistant manager's chest. Pushing through his teammates, he sprints to the grandstands where he had thrown his bottle and phone. The seconds that it takes to power back up his phone are the longest Oikawa thinks he’s felt in his entire life. Even when his lock screen lit up on an image of you mid laugh, head tilted back in the sun from a hike you both had done in the winter he was there last - Oikawa’s gasps for breath don’t dissipate. He knew he was on the verge of hyperventilating as he found your number and it dials. 

Every dial tone seemed to take minutes as it rang out. He doesn't try again, this time trying Iwaizumi once more, whose phone goes straight to voicemail. Tears stung Oikawa’s eyes from fear of what the hell could possibly be going on. Where the fuck were you? Were you alright? Were you safe? 

He didn’t even know who he calls next until the line clicks and your name is the first one out of his mouth.

“Y/n?” 

“Oikawa?” 

“Mattsun, what the fuck is going on.” He was yelling now, but he didn’t feel bad in the slightest about barking at his friend. Not as he crouched down on his hunches, a hand in his hair, eyes stinging and hit bottom lip caught brutally between his teeth. 

“Oikawa, you- you need to come home.” Matsukawa was sobbing down the line, and that enough made his traitorous tears leak from his eyes. 

“Y/n was in an- an accident.”

To be honest, he doesn’t exactly remember what happened between then and when he touched down in Tokyo. Even if you asked him years later, he wouldn’t be able to tell you how the hell he got on that flight, then got through the airport and to the hospital. 

But the sight that meets him when he barged into room 205 in the ICU, that he won’t ever be able to forget, as much as he tries to rid the image from his eyes. Seeing your young battered body, hooked up to so many machines, has Oikawa crumbling to his knees the second he meets your beside. 

“Nononononono please.” Trembling hands touch your face, and what was once so warm feels sickeningly cold. A broken noise escapes him as Tooru grabs your one hand not hooked up to an IV and presses it to his forehead, desperate to feel you move, to stroke his hair and tell him he's being dramatic. 

‘You’re so fucking dramatic Kawa.’

“Please gorgeous, please don’t leave me. Please,” Tears fall down his face in a steady stream as he roars at the pain threatening to possess him. But then there's a warm hand at his shoulder and another on the back of his head and he doesn’t have to move to know that Iwaizumi is kneeling next to him, with your other two friends at his back.

“Please, I love you.” His hoarse voice breaks. “Please, come back to me, please I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me, not yet.” Not yet. Not ever.

You love the summer, it’s been your favourite season since you were a kid because it meant spending so much time outside. It brought with it the scent of pine and summer rain and the sound of cicadas and summer storms. Even with the sunburns and lots of bug bites, it was worth it every time.

And now, sitting in the back garden, the large house at your back your home, picking at the wildflowers that litter the lawn, it's just another reminder why summer’s are now even better. 

“Mamma,” A sweet voice laughs from across from you as you carefully weave the wildflowers together. You let out a laugh at her familiar impatient tone. Finally threading the final flower into the daintiest flower crown you’d made to date, you reach out and gently place it atop of the crown of brown hair. 

“There you go, a crown for the princess.” The girl giggles with excitement at the nickname, and you find yourself marvelling at her smile. It’s one you see everyday when you look in the mirror, but her eyes and her hair, they aren’t yours. The chocolate brown locks only brought out the light brown of her eyes, a colour that almost seemed amber in most lights and seemed to radiate with optimism so bright it warmed every part of your body. She was your daughter. The embodiment of your soul walking outside of your body. The very best parts of you fill the little rambunctious four year old, who’s eye’s burn with curiosity at everything, paired with a fierce brave heart that she allows to lead her everywhere. 

She is everything you thought she would be.

“Mamma?” The girl's smile drops to a sad smile and she looks at you with sadness.

“What’s the matter my love?” You ask, reaching out to wipe a smudge of dirt from her cheek. 

“What about daddy?” Your arm freezes as it touches the soft skin of her cheek, tanned from spending days out in the sunshine.

“What about daddy?” 

“You’re not going to say goodbye?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion as she looks at you. “He’ll be awfully sad if you forget.” 

“Who are you-” Brown eyes and brown hair the mirror image of another floods your brain along with teasing grins, sweet kisses, whispers in the dark and an even warmer love. You feel as if a rug has been pulled out from beneath you and you fall. Tumbling as you see yourself staring at the blinding headlights of a bus, you can hear the honk as it runs the red light, and you watch your car crumple and roll. You see it, see the people coming out from the bus, the man from the car behind you getting out and running to your aid. You see it all until your world crumbles to pieces, only to find yourself standing inside a crisp white room. 

A multitude of paper cranes of every colour are tacked to hand from the ceiling, fresh hydrangeas placed in vases all over your window sill, enough that there is no room left on any surface. The room looks like a florist, but that's not what draws your attention. 

No, it’s the exhausted brunet who sits at your bedside, clutching the hand of a woman in a hospital bed, his forehead pressed to it. Tooru should be on the other side of the world, but here he sits, holding that hand, his face covered. The urge to see his face, to see him properly once more has you taking a tentative step towards him.  You open your mouth to speak, moving to reach out to him in hopes of saying what, you’re not sure. But something. Anything.

“Oikawa?” It isn’t your voice that echoes through the air softly, instead it belongs to a shattered looking Iwaizumi who pokes his head through the door. You blanch at your friend, who is here wherever here is and not in America. Why isn’t he in another country? Your eyes fall back to Tooru who hasn’t lifted his head from that hand, and you feel your heart battering against your chest as your eyes fall to the battered human lying in that bed. It’s you. You look down at your own hands, but you look normal, but judging by your friends you can tell they can’t see you. What the hell is going on?

“I got you some clean clothes, and a phone charger.” Iwaizumi says so softly, bringing in a black duffle bag and plopping it on the bottom of the bed near your feet. It’s only then does Oikawa look up, and the pure defeat in his gaze has your heart breaking inside your chest. Dark circles cover his eyes, and his face is gaunt as if he hasn’t seen the sun or eaten in days. 

He only nods to his friend before letting his dull eyes flicker back to you. There’s a dull tingling in your hands and suddenly, you know why you’re seeing this. Tears well inside your eyes as you look at Oikawa's curved shoulders. You watch silently as Iwaizumi gently kneels next to him and gently places his hand on his. 

“I’m here, always.” Oikawa just looks from his friend back to the bed, biting his bottom lip to hold back his emotions. So you look out the open doorway to the two men standing either side, just watching silently.

‘You’re not going to say goodbye? He’ll be awfully sad if you don’t’ 

The heart inside your chest clenches tightly as the little girls words echo in your head. You know that’s why you’re here, and even if they can’t see you or hear you, you’ve been given this chance. A final goodbye to the people most important to you in the world. To those who were there for every major moment of your adolescent and teenage life. A chance to say goodbye to your friends, the ones you love so fucking much. 

There’s no way you’re going to pass it up.

Turning to the duo by the door, your throat hurts from holding in your emotions as you move towards them. Mattsun and Makki look through you, and you offer them a sweet smile before tears brim your eyes. Reaching out, you grip their hands, warmth bleeding into your tingling limbs and offer them a tear filled smile as they gape at their hands. 

“Thank you both for having my back, always. For being my family when mine wasn’t enough, and my anchors when Oikawa was gone. You two mean more to me than I can articulate - and I love you both.” You thank them, not noticing them blink in surprise as you turn to the duo by your bedside as if a chill swept over them both.

As Iwaizumi stands from Oikawa’s side, with a hesitant glance to you on the bed and a subtle wipe of his sleeve to his eye, he finally turns his back. You watch for a moment, taking a last good look at your absolute best friend. His shoulders are bunched as he shoves his clenched hands in his pockets. The steep frown on his face you know is holding in his emotions, because you’d seen that look before when he was eight and he came to visit you in hospital the last time. You hate that you’re doing this to him again. On his trek to the door, Iwaizumi hesitates only a step in front of you, his head looking back over his shoulder to your hospital bed, his chest rattling with emotion. You press a hand to his shoulder, squeezing it as if he could feel you, wanting to comfort him somehow. Iwaizumi pauses there and you let yourself take in your best friend's face once more. 

“Iwa…” You let out a shaky laugh using the nickname he detests. “You were my very first friend. My brother. The other side of my battered and bruised coin. Thank you for showing me what unconditional loyalty and friendship is. For that I will love you and be by your side, always. Please tell my parents I’m sorry, and tell them I love them.” You see him stiffen, tears welling in his eyes as he stares at the bed where you lie, and then you turn finally to the person who is your heart walking around outside of your body. You can feel the others lingering in the doorway as if waiting as you stand next to Oikawa, kneeling where Iwaizumi once had. Tears run down the brunet's cheeks and you immediately feel your soul bleeding out for him. 

“I’m so sorry I have to go.” You cry, sniffling as your words break. “I love you so much, Tooru. I’m sorry I never got the chance to tell you. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time. I wish I could have been the great love of your life, but I want-” A sob rips from your chest. “I need you to know,” You reach forwards and try to wipe the tear from his cheek. 

“You were mine.” The tingling up your limbs has stemmed up your arms and now warmth fills your chest. You know you’re running out of time. 

“I want you to grow old, get married, have lots of babies, to be happy and have so so many memories and stories. When I see you again, I want to hear about them all. I want you to fall in love and live Tooru, even if it's not with me.” Oikawa’s head snaps to your sleeping figure, and it takes you a minute to realize the machines are lighting the room up like a Christmas tree. Alarms ringing through the room like a bell. 

“There will never be a day, life, or universe where I do not love every single part of you. Know that I am yours and I always will be.” Gasping in a sob, you try to paint a smile on your face. “We’re lifers baby.” 

The world moves in slow motion as doctors flood into the room, Oikawa stands, reaching for your hand again and screaming in agony, as if someone has ripped into his chest and torn his very soul from his body. 

“Please, don’t leave me. Please!” Your sobs echo inside your own head as you hear him yell. You feel the ferocity of it to your bones as he tries to grab your bedside as if to try to tether you to the world for even a second more. 

“Please Y/n, please.” Oikawa’s voice breaks as he sobs and you cry as Iwaizumi holds him back, letting the doctors hurry to your side. “I love you, please. Please.” 

Hearing the words from his lips has a strangled breath slipping from your mouth. You wish you had told him that you hadn’t been such a coward and waited. Now, realizing you won't get the chance, in despair you place your hands on his chest, pressing your head to his heart as you cry. “I love you Tooru, so so much.” You look up to him, seeing his wide eyes as he stares at your bed bound form, as if he was shocked. “Always.”

Always.

‘Mamma?” You look down at the little girl tugging at your pants. 

“Are you ready to go now?” She asks and this time your smile takes no effort at all. She looks around the room as she reaches her hand out to you. 

“Let's go kiddo.” You reply, grabbing her hand and letting her lead you out the door to where you can see all your friends in the room. 

“Bye uncles.” She says with a small smile, her gaze lingering on Oikawa as he falls to the floor, Iwaizumi holding him tightly. 

“See you later daddy.”

Oikawa’s world goes quiet as he stares at the doors to the hospital room that has been your home for the last few days. The last place you would ever breathe in. 

He’d been dragged from the room screaming as doctors worked around him, trying to fix something they all knew couldn’t be repaired. He had shouted, roared at them to do something, to save you. But the nurses only looked on with tears in their eyes as Iwaizumi grabbed Oikawa and folded him into his chest as he begged. You were only nineteen, you were so young. You had your whole life ahead of you, a life with him. 

And now here he was, hours later sitting on the floor staring at the door where you had been. Not able to grab the parts of you from the room he had brought to try and bring himself some semblance of reality. 

There’s a scuffing of shoes, and a thump from next to him but he doesn’t have to look up to know it’s his friends. 

“I uh- noticed this fall out of your pocket on the floor. ” In her room, he doesn’t add. Iwaizumi’s voice is hoarse from crying, and Oikawa can’t bring himself to look at him. He had lost the love of his life today, and Iwaizumi had lost a sister. 

“I- I know she’d want you to have it.” Finally looking up at his friend, a broken noise escapes his throat as he sees the dainty chain dangling from Iwaizumi’s hand. A sob chokes him as he looks at the golden pendant swinging softly from side to side. Tooru had bought it for you for your one birthday months ago, The first initial of your name is stamped onto the small rectangular pendant, and as he flips it over in his hand, the small T stares back at him. How had it gotten there? You’d been wearing it in the crash, and when he’d arrived at the hospital. How had it gotten in his pocket? 

He thinks back to the moment the room had erupted into chaos. Oikawa could have sworn he’d felt something through his tears, but wasn’t sure. Surely he was hallucinating, but in that moment of panic, Oikawa could swear he saw your smile, feel your warmth. 

There’s hands on his shoulder as he unclasps the necklace before tightening it around his own neck. 

“Y/n’s parents are downstairs.” Makki whispers, his voice breaking.

“I don’t know what to say to them.” Oikawa replies, feeling like it’s the first time he’s spoke in years. “She was their daughter and now-” there’s nothing more he can say, but luckily he doesn’t have to. Instead, Mattsun’s arm hooks around Oikawa’s shoulder and as the brunet buries his head in his knees, his friend speaks a truth that all of them will agree on.

“Now, we keep her image alive.” Iwaizumi hisses through his tears, and Oikawa rubs a hand across his mouth, unable to form words. SO instead, he nods, looking his friend right in the eyes, as distant and dead as his own. They would keep your image alive for the rest of their lives. You were their best friend, their family, there was no way they'd let you go.

Ever.

“Thanks for coming,” Your father seems to have aged five years in the span of twelve months. Though, having your child pass away will do that to you. 

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Oikawa gives the an who is like a second father to him a soft smile in return. 

“Thanks for the call. I appreciate it.” 

“I knew if I didn’t you’d not stop by.” The flash of a smile is so brief on your fathers face. Since you passed, he’d only visited them twice. The first time was by accident when he had come home to see his friends and his folks, and the second was on purpose when Oikawa had finally managed to work through your belongings in your apartment, picking some things your parents might want. 

He’d watched your mother break down over an image of them all and since then, he didn’t want to be a reminder of what they lost, so he’d kept his space. But when he’d gotten the call this morning from your father, asking for him to come around he couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. 

“We had been going through some of her old things.” Your father explains and Oikwa tries not to stumble as he removes his sneakers. 

“And we thought you might want to have a look. You’re welcome to take anything you’d like.” Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment, your father lets out a sigh. 

“If you don’t want anything we understand. Moving on will be harder if you have constant reminders of her but w just wanted to offer-”

“Thank you.” The words leave Oikawa’s mouth in a rushed hurry. There was no universe where Oikawa would ever move on from you completely. Even after twelve months, there are many parts of his life that remain unchanged, simply to preserve the essence of you in it. Whether its the battered pendant hanging from his neck, or one of the plain gold band rings of yours he had gotten resized just so he could wear it. He still had your makeup in a box in his apartment in Argentina, your perfume too. 

“Take as long as you want.” Your dad says as he slips into the kitchen. Oikawa’s feet lead him down the familiar hall and up the staircase. In every part of this house are memories of you. Maybe that’s why your parents were discussing putting it up for sale, hence the reason they’re going through your old things. 

Running a hand up the wooden rail, he can practically hear your laugh as him and Iwaizumi had cramped onto a mattress with you and slid down the wooden staircase, laughing as your mother yelled in fright from the top of the stairs. 

As he breached your bedroom, his heart tugged painfully in his chest as he took in the decor. It was the exact same as he’d seen it the day before he’d left for Argentina. Nature posters cover the walls, and polaroid pictures litter one of the walls. That’s what draws him in first. 

You’d been obsessed with polaroids as a kid, much to Iwaizumi’s dismay as he hated being on camera. The fact that many of those pictures were of nine year old him posing obnoxiously brought a laugh to his lips. Reaching out, he grabbed one off the wall, a ball stuck in his throat as he looked at the familiar image. You hung between Iwaiuzmi and Oikawa’s shoulders, the three of you covered in dirt, cuts and bruises. You had a blue flower bandaid on your chin and dirt smudged on your face like they did, but it was the bright grin on your face that had his eyes stinging. You couldn’t have been older than eight, no doubt having spent the day outside with them during the summer, if the bug catcher in Iwaizumi’s hand was anything to go by. 

“Jesus,” He curses with a snuff trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall. Even now, it all feels so fresh. Like you were to step through the door any second and tell him he needs a haircut. 

It was the little things Oikawa had discovered that hurt the most when it came to not having you around. The daily catch ups and listening to you laugh at the most boring stories of his day, watching you grumble about an assignment. There were two moments in the past twelve months that had truly felt as crushing as he’d felt the day he lost you. 

The first being your twentieth birthday. All four of his friends had made a deal at your funeral that they would all be together on your birthday. And when the day rolled around, they found themselves sitting at a bar, now all old enough to drink, sharing a bottle of sake with a fifth glass filled to the brim reserved there for you. 

The second was the moment he had found out he made the Olympic roster. When he’d heard the news you were the first person he wanted to call. You would have been as excited as he was, and would have bought every bit of Argentinian Olympic merchandise available. The fact that he couldn’t share that with you, Oikawa had broken down. 

Now, he’d had a week off from his vigorous training and took the time to come back home. Every chance he got he returned to Japan to spend time with his family. If there was anything he’d learned upon your death, it was that life is fucking fickle. So he wanted to spend as much time with Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki as possible, because spending time with them kept the image of you alive for a little longer.

Moving from the pictures on the wall to your desk, Oikawa’s gaze settles on the white and blue jersey and he lets out a shocked laugh. He’d lent you his spare volleyball uniform in high school and had never asked for it back. The fact that you’d kept the shirt all this time… tears crest his eyes. 

Reaching to pick it up, his hand meets something solid. Pushing aside the shirt, Oikawa finds himself looking at a notebook - no not a notebook, he realizes as he opens it. A diary. 

Your diary.

“Don’t fucking haunt me for this shit gorgeous.” Oikawa says softly as he flicks through it to the final page. You hadn’t hid it, ergo it was fair game, especially now that you aren’t there to yell at him about it. 

Oikawa turns to the latest page, the book not yet complete, and lets out a shaky sigh at your familiar handwriting. It’s dated back to your senior year of high school. The familiar handwriting rips a shaky breath from Oikawa’s mouth as he reads. 

So I graduated a few days ago. It’s scary to think that in a short few days I'm not going to be seeing my friends every day. Iwa’s moving to the U.S to study exercise sport science, and Oikawa’s heading over to Argentina on Friday - it’s Tuesday.

I think my internet history is full of wiki shows on how to tell your best friend he’s the love of your life without ruining your friendship, but so far I've come up with nothing. I don’t want to ruin what we have, but I don’t think I can let him go without telling him. I know it probably makes me a jealous and heinous bitch, but can someone cut me some slack please, because I've been pining over him for years, and if I don’t tell him then, I never will. Maybe I'll write him a letter-” you had. You’d put it in his backpack before he left and he’d only found it after trying to find his headphones on the plane. It still rested at his bedside table all these years later. 

“But most of all, I just need to tell him I love him. I need him to know, for my sanity, and just to know that even though he’s across an ocean and over a thirty hour flight away - I googled it don’t judge me - I will always love him, and that’s not going to change. Okay, I've gotta go because he’s banging at my door about getting teppanyaki, but I guess I'll write later - not sure so bye!” 

It takes a second for him to realize the gut wrenching sobs are coming from him. Oikawa’s chest burns as he tries to hold in his cries but god. 

In the time he’d gotten the privilege of being your boyfriend, you’d never uttered those words. He’d wished you had, for so damn long. He couldn’t fault you for not doing it considering Oikawa had been a coward and not told you that he’d been in love with you since he’d found you at the mercy of those fuckwit highschoolers. You’d been drenched to the bone, your book covered in mud and although you’d looked so defeated, the minute your eyes had met his, it was like the sun had come out. He always wondered if you noticed the smile that worked across your mouth when he found you there, but it was one of the most stunning things he’d ever seen. 

With his jersey in one hand and the book in the other, Oikawa drops to the corner of your mattress, letting out a broken laugh. 

God what he would give to hear you say those words. What he’d give to be able to see you just one more time, that blinding grin, those vibrant eyes smiling at him.

To hear you say his name, to call him an idiot, a drama queen, a casanova. 

Just to hear you tell him you love him, for the first and last time.

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[tojisprettywife]

{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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[teamatsumu]

the best bad decision. (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

summary: “wrote a confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, oikawa is insensitive sometimes, fluff

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

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You liked to think you weren’t one to fall into stereotypes. But every once in a while you did something that reminded you that you weren’t different from everyone around you. Like right now, standing hidden behind the corner of this building, clutching an obvious red envelope in your hands, waiting for the volleyball team to shuffle out of their club room so you could sneak in and slip the envelope into a certain boy’s locker.

So you had a tiny little crush on everyone’s favorite boy, Oikawa Tooru. Sue you.

Your ears were on high alert, staying as still as possible so you could focus on the voices drifting out of the room. You were a bit farther away, since you wanted to be hidden, but if you strained yourself enough, you could make out the sounds. You tried not to make yourself tense, afraid you would wrinkle the envelope. You had been so careful with it. Making sure you didn’t smudge any words as you wrote, perfuming the paper afterward. You even used that expensive wax and seal that you bought only for journaling purposes. You wanted it to be known that you made an effort.

All for him.

It was hard not to fall for someone as charming as Oikawa. He was tall and handsome, he was always so nice, always welcoming to anyone who wanted to speak to him. He was beyond talented. You could watch him play for hours. You did watch him play for hours. At the end of the day, you were just like all the other giggling, blushing girls who admired him.

The only difference is that you had never gone farther than admiration until now. You had never spoken to him, never greeted him in the hallways, never made him anything to eat like girls often did. You had watched from afar and basked in the warm, bubbly feeling that comes with having crushes.

But now here you were, slipping him a letter with all your feelings written on it. You were going into this not expecting him to accept the confession. You hadn’t even put your name on it. It was anonymous. God knows how many of these he got on a daily basis. And with Valentine’s Day approaching, you were sure his locker was overflowing. What was one more, right? You were doing this for yourself more than anything else. You needed to get these feelings out because they were overflowing in your head.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you realized the locker room was completely silent by now. You listened closely, giving it another few minutes. No shuffling, no humming, not even a peep. The coast was clear.

You could feel your entire body shake as you turned the corner and stealthily hurried to the club room door. You couldn’t let anyone see you going inside, so you quickly opened the door, slipping in and sliding the door shut behind you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Then you turned around, and your eyes met wide chestnut ones.

Oikawa was standing next to an open locker, a half folded shirt in his hand. He had probably been mid fold when you had barged in, staring at you with those big browns, mouth slightly open. Thick silence stretched over you both as you stood frozen, not even blinking.

Oikawa’s eyes drifted down to your hand, the very obvious, deep red envelope. His lips twitched before a smile took over them.

“Hello there.” His voice was lively. “Is that for me?”

You tensed at the sound of his voice, your panic finally catching up to your brain as you gulped around the knot in your throat. “No!”

He raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head a bit. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead. “No?”

“No.”

Another silence, awkward as anything. You couldn’t move at all. You felt like you were frozen in place. Every muscle in your body was pulled tight. You had never anticipated that of all the people who could catch you in the locker room, it would be Oikawa himself.

“So who’s it for?” He then asked, eyes darting between your face and the envelope. You felt your face burn, heating up so much it made you dizzy.

“It’s-” Your mouth was so dry. You had no saliva. None. Not a drop. It felt like you were incomprehensible. Could you even speak? Or was it all gibberish? Were you spiraling now?

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-

“It’s for Iwaizumi-san.”

Oikawa blinked at that, and you realized you had caught him off guard. Well, he wasn’t the only one. You had caught yourself off guard too. It seemed that, in the midst of your panic and staring at Oikawa, the only other person you could name was Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime. Oikawa’s best friend. Seijoh’s ace. Someone you saw just as much as Oikawa considering they were attached at the hip. No wonder when you had to think of someone, you thought of him.

“Well now I’m truly shocked!” Oikawa sounded jovial, placing a hand on his hip, his half folded shirt crumpled in his other hand. “A confession for Iwa-chan? I never thought this day would come!”

Your mind raced and you tried to scramble your thoughts together into somewhat understandable sentences. But you had just dug this fresh hole for yourself and you didn’t know what to do to get out of it. In fact, at this moment, there was no getting out of it. You had to go along.

“Y-yes.” You managed to blurt out, not knowing what else to say, looking anywhere but at him, who was steadily growing more and more amused by the second.

“You have to give it to him!”

Your head snapped up, and that’s when you realised what true panic was. What you had felt so far was nothing compared to the shitstorm your brain was experiencing after what he had just said.

“Come on.” Oikawa threw the shirt carelessly into his locker, slamming it shut and fast walking to you. With one grip on your forearm, he tugged open the club room door and proceeded to speed out of it, dragging you with him.

“W-wait!” Your voice trembled, and you doubt he even heard you. You felt like your whole mouth was stuffed with cotton. You tried to lock your legs into place and break Oikawa’s momentum. It was not happening. He was way stronger than you. You tried to pry his hand off your arm, but his grip was vice-like.

“Oikawa-san!” You basically shrieked like a hyena, finally breaking through right outside the Seijoh gym. You snatched your hand away.

“I can’t!”

Oikawa stared down at you, blinking owlishly. You bit your lip.

“Oh.” He breathed, and you saw realization wash over his face. You froze. Had he figured it out?

“I get it.” Did he?

Then he promptly turned around and cupped his mouth with his hands, leaning in through the open gym doors.

“Iwa-chan!” He shouted.

You gaped at him, struggling to even comprehend what was going on in his head. But that was the least of your worries, because trudging footsteps sounded and then the boy in question was standing in the gym entrance, scowling down at his friend.

Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad, I’m so screwed-

“Look!” Oikawa pointed at you, or more accurately, he pointed at the envelope in your hand. Iwaizumi followed his gaze, and you saw his scowl drop as shock colored his features.

“It’s for you! Can you believe it?” Oikawa let out a cackle, leaning an arm against the gym door. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Iwaizumi looked genuinely incredulous, like this was something he hadn’t dreamt of in his wildest dreams. Later when you looked back on what happened, you would be surprised that despite being friends with the most popular guy on campus, Iwaizumi did not get much attention. He lived in Oikawa’s shadow, and he liked it that way.

Right now, his feelings were the least of your concerns though.

Finally free from Oikawa’s grasp, you lunged forward, slamming the envelope against his chest before turning on your heel and absolutely booking it. There was no other option. You couldn’t give that shit to Iwaizumi. You also couldn’t give it to Oikawa and say you had lied. It couldn’t get any more humiliating than it already was, so you might as well run away.

Very active fight or flight response, one might say.

Oikawa watched your back as you ran full speed, one hand holding the envelope he was so unceremoniously handed. He turned his attention down to it when the flowery scent hit his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, she perfumed it too! How romantic.”

He grinned up at Iwaizumi, whose ears had turned red. Iwaizumi’s scowl deepened as he stared at the shiteating grin on Oikawa’s face. But he didn’t stop himself from taking the envelope Oikawa handed to him, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.

………………..

When you tried to convince your mom that you didn’t really need high school when homeschooling was a perfectly viable option, she told you to suck it up and there was no way you were dropping out. You didn’t know how to tell her that your life in high school was pretty much over. How could you show your face in any place where you might run into Oikawa or Iwaizumi?

But alas, you could only take one sick day before throwing yourself back to the wolves.

You were jumpy the whole day, paranoid that somehow everyone knew what had happened two days ago. But your day went by as normal, unaffected by the storm in your head. You should’ve known your peace wouldn’t last. At lunchtime, the one person you had been dreading the most was standing before your desk, looking down at you expectantly.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Well. This was it. The one thing you were hoping and praying you could somehow avoid.

Iwaizumi led you outside for some privacy, finding an empty bench overlooking the school’s running track. You sat stiffly by his side, waiting for him to speak.

“I read the letter.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, coaxing him to continue. You knew the contents of the letter. You had mulled them over in your head ten thousand times yesterday. You had not written Oikawa’s name. You had talked only about how you felt about him and the thoughts plaguing your head. You knew how easily Iwaizumi could have thought it was about him and not Oikawa.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

“For the confession?”

You hesitated. “For how it all played out.”

That was vague enough.

Iwaizumi let out a breathy chuckle, and you looked up at him. “I think I should apologize instead. Oikawa can be a bit of an insensitive jerk.”

You felt your lips twitch into a smile, shrugging. “He kinda steamrolled all over me.”

Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. You followed the movement with your eyes, gaze pausing on how his bicep flexed. Something in your heart stuttered.

Up close, he was extremely attractive. His skin was smooth and clean, and his hair looked soft despite being so short. His jaw was defined and his eyes were striking. When he looked at you for longer than a beat, it made your insides squirm.

“I’m sorry about him. He told me he found you in the club room. I’m sure you wanted to do it anonymously. He shouldn’t have dragged you here. That wasn’t cool.”

You smiled at how considerate he was being. “It- It’s okay.”

“And I’ll make him apologize to you too. Promise.”

His lip ticked up in a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but stare. You watched him grow a bit nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. A little habit?

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

The question caught you off guard. You knew how Iwaizumi perceived you after the contents of that confession. You had just not anticipated that he would want anything to do with you. In your slurry of thoughts, you realized you had still not told him that the confession wasn’t for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

The sun beat down on your heads, casting harsh shadows on his face. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. And those same captivating eyes. You couldn’t remember ever appreciating him the way you were right now. Oikawa’s light was so bright it made Iwaizumi almost invisible. But here and now, it was just him. No distractions, no takeaways. Just Iwaizumi in all his glory. And it was making your heart skip.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Iwaizumi positively lit up at your words, straightening his back. His features smoothed, his eyes widened and a smile took over his face.

“Cool!” He blurted out, before clearing his throat. “That’s uh, I mean. Great. That’s great.”

You giggled as he stumbled over his words, endeared by his reaction. Your heart and mind both told you this was the right decision. With Oikawa, it was a puppy crush. With Iwaizumi, something told you it could be so much more.

Years later, when you told Iwaizumi about the exact intentions of that letter, and how you were beyond grateful you hadn’t given it to Oikawa, all he did was cackle while the Argentinian setter whined about how he had missed his chance.

He was joking, of course. He was the proudest best man ever at your wedding. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi fanfiction

[euphoricimagination]

𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 - Part 2

Feat. Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Aoba Johsai

Since Seijoh’s volleyball club was very popular among the students, the coach had no problems in looking for someone to be there while you weren’t

In fact, the coach found two, mostly because there were a lot of duties during that week

Unnecessary in the eyes of the team, they were fine before you, they don’t need two of them now

Not even a day passed when the team were dreading this decision; not only they were Oikawa fans to begin with, but they were also annoying

Even Oikawa couldn’t find joy in this situation

The normally heartthrob of the team, the one that adores receiving attention, couldn’t stand them, missing your *playful* punches and scoldings

You luckily were able to hang out with them after their Sunday practice, when it had become a tradition to go to the nearest shopping mall to eat a meal as a team

So to surprise them, you went there without them, planning to raid their table

When you saw them walking into the food court you couldn’t help but giggle, one girl was holding the arm of a very disgusted Oikawa, while the other was clearly acting like a dude alongside an annoyed Iwaizumi, everyone else ignoring them

You started looking at the menus, deciding what to eat, ordering a burger and some fries

“Wow, you’re eating…that? Someone is not thinking about hot girls summer” you hear from your left, one of the girls looking at you as if you were committing a sin

“yeah I don’t care”

“That’s all you’re getting? I could not eat only that, I’m ordering like 6 burgers” another voice comes from your other side, the other girl was there too

“…ok” you say, starting to understand why the team was so fed up with them. The team looks mean, but they were never unnecessary rude

“can I have a salad? I wish I could eat..that, but I’m too worried about how I look, you know” the girl in your left says

“I just got done playing volleyball with the team, so I need like…6.000.000 calories, imagine only eating a salad” the other says, making you sigh

“I love your make up, by the way! It’s so…natural, I wish I had the confidence to not care about how I look on public, good for you!” the girl says with a sarcastic tone

“imagine even wearing make up every day and trying that hard, like I just roll out of bed an-”

“I don’t care about any of your thoughts, so shut up please” you say annoyed, you didn’t know if you were annoyed, uncomfortable or straight up angry, but before you could add anything else an arm wraps your shoulder

“Yn-chaan!” Oikawa squishes you

“Yn-san, you’re here!” Kindaichi exclaims, relief appearing on his face. Kunimi gets slightly closer to you, a move that means that he wants some type of affection, so you pat his head

“Y-you know her?” the princess type of girl asks, eyes wide

“She is our dear manager” Matsukawa adds, Hanamaki nodding with a smirk that only grew bigger when the girl shrieks

“H-her?! But she looks so weak! And I bet she doesn’t know shit about sports! Like.. she’s a girl!” the ‘tomboy’ girl says now

“don’t get too comfortable now, you were just a substitute for her, not the other way around. She is the best manager we could ever ask for” Oikawa says mockingly, hugging you tighter

“b-b-but…”

“you can leave now, we have our manager back, we don’t need you two here anymore” Iwaizumi ends the conversation, taking your tray with food as they all take you to the table

“I still have a few days that I can’t be there” you tell them once you were sitting

“we’ll manage” Iwaizumi says

“What Yn-chaan? Are you sure you aren’t missing this handsome face of mi-ouch!” Oikawa tries to say, but you punch him making the team laugh

You were at peace again

Fukurodani

Despite having another managers in their rooster, the coach decided to ask the manager of other team to help them out

After all the team is big, so another hand wouldn’t be bad

The team was nice, so they did try their best to make her feel welcome eve if it was for a week and a half

But she was making things hard

Washio tried to be a gentleman, but he ended up not interacting much with her

Konoha, in the other hand, was sarcastic, but she was either too dense or too delusional to realize

Akaashi tried to be understanding, but even he was starting to get tired of it

And Bokuto, even with his loud and extroverted personality, ended up just trying to avoid her

When you came back, you had the *amazing* opportunity to meet her first hand, right after entering the gym

What the guys have told you wasn’t particularly encouraging, yet you still wanted to give her a fair shot

“Why are you looking at me? It’s just a knee brace, you never seen something like this?” she tells you, before you could even say hi

“well, hi, nice to meet you too”

“So…you are the manager? The one that I’m replacing? Well, of course you don’t know what this is, since you don’t play any sports”

“well, before I kinda did some cheerleading, but it wasn't for me so I joined this idiots and…”

“exactly! Cheerleading isn’t a sport! Gosh, how are you even the manager of this team”

“Yn!!” Bokuto enters the gym, hugging you tightly as he spins around. Akaashi was behind, who gives you a smile

“If you were wondering! I got injured by playing football…and then basketball and then volleyball with the boys, remember that Bokuto?!”

“eh..nope” bokuto answers confused

“Well me neither”

“anyways! I’m back on the team, so thank you for…well, being here. I’ll take care of it from here on out…unless the guys want you to stay..?” you say

“NO!” a collective answer came in, way too quickly. You resisted a laugh

“well, that settles it, good luck with your knee brace” you push her out softly, a grunt coming from her

“Thank god you’re back Yn-chan” Akaashi tells you, the team patting your head lovingly

“we should celebrate! After practice lets go to eat!” Bokuto adds

“okay! Bokuto is paying!” Konoha says, going to the court to start practicing

You see bokuto whine as he goes too, everyone joining while making fun of the owl boy.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa fluff #oikawa hcs #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #bokuto headcanons #bokuto fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #akaashi headcanons #akaashi fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x you #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi hcs #oikawa headcanons

[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

[shxtodxroki]

Tooru Oikawa Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Oikawa! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

♡ Drabbles ♡

- All Yours (600+, Fluff)

#{☆} - important posts #{💌} - masterlists #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru oikawa x you #tooru oikawa x y/n #oikawa headcanons #tooru oikawa headcanons #oikawa hcs #tooru oikawa hcs #oikawa imagine #tooru oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #tooru oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #tooru oikawa angst #oikawa #tooru oikawa

[jello-chennie]

✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

✧ word count 857

all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

#drabbles #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x oikawa little sister!reader #oikawa little sister #oikawa sister #iwaizumi x oikawa!reader

[tiza0925]

Drink it All | 18+

Warning/Tags: nsfw, afab/female reader, intoxicated/drugged sex (consensual), praise kink, pet names, teasing, vaginal fingering, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, dumbification, overstimulation, squirting, finger sucking, mating press, creampie, raw sex, Oikawa is great with aftercare though, SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18 

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“All of it, love.” 

You listen, tipping your head back as you lift the cup, your mouth open and throat working with a swallow as the liquid pours into your mouth. 

You feel your heart racing with nerves, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unsure how your body will react to this. 

But Oikawa said you’ll be okay. 

And you trust him. 

When you let out a wet gasp after swallowing the entire drink, you tip your chin back down to look at Oikawa—vision a little foggy, and your eyes feel hot and wet. 

“Good girl,” His smile is serene, syrupy, and slow, and he reaches with one hand to take the cup from you, while his other hand tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “You always listen so well for me.” 

If this was with anyone else—you would’ve never agreed to this. 

Drinking an unknown liquid—because they asked you to—is fucking insane. 

But this is Oikawa—someone you’ve been dating for years, now. 

And he’s never given you a reason to not trust him—hence, the reason why you’re in this position, to begin with. 

Sitting on the bed, back against the bed frame with your legs—that are exposed except for your panties still on—sprawled out in front of you, and he sits in between those spread-out legs, easing you as the liquid takes over your senses. 

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy, your mind slowly being stuffed with cotton, and you blink slowly—feeling the liquid travel and spread heat across your body and between your legs, and you murmur while getting a little drowsy, “Feels weird.” 

The expression on Oikawa’s face is soft and affectionate, and his hand moves to swipe a thumb over your plush lips. “I know, baby, you must feel all fuzzy in the head now, hm?” 

You nod, your limbs feeling heavy, and Oikawa runs his hands—they’re so rough but warm and heavy—up along your legs, squeezing your thighs as he soothes you. “You’re okay.” 

He must’ve noticed how you try to fight whatever drug was in that drink, or maybe he noticed how tense your legs are as he massages them, his voice coming out velvety and smooth. “Don’t fight it, love, it’s okay.” 

You let out a small whine—you’re not used to feeling your body lose control like this. 

“Just keep your legs open for me,” He murmurs, pulling at your panties to peel it off of you. “I’ll make you feel good, okay? No need to be scared, baby.” 

Your breathing quickens, and you feel your cunt throb as cold air fans against it once Oikawa takes your panties off—

“Shit, look at you,” Oikawa groans, brushing the tips of his fingers over your slit. “Such a pretty thing for me.” 

You don’t realize just how wet you already are—your entire body is quickly turning numb—but you do hear the wet sounds Oikawa’s fingers make as it toys with your pussy. 

“It’s so messy already,” He lifts his head to look at you, and a lopsided smile tugs at his mouth. “You that eager for me to use you, baby?” 

You shiver, unable to respond with how heavy your tongue feels in your mouth, only being able to let out silent moans—mouth opened—heavily panting and gasping. 

Oikawa chuckles, all low, and one hand grips your chin in a firm hold—directing you to look down between your legs where his other hand is. “See how wet you are?” 

As he says that, Oikawa pushes his middle finger inside you until the last knuckle, and you let out a whine as you watch how easily his finger sinks in.

God—you feel so achy, especially in your cunt. 

“Look at you sucking me in,” Oikawa keeps his hand on your chin, and you watch the way his finger drags in and out of you—the inside of his palm opened and facing you—the muscles in his hand working as he continuously curls his finger inside you. “Such a needy pussy, love.” 

You let out a whimper, sounding a little frustrated because you can’t feel anything with just one finger, and your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you as you mutter slowly, “Tooru…I—”

“You need more?” He already knows without needing you to say it, not with how needy your voice sounds—spurring him on as he gives your chin a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Those drugs already got you all numb that you can’t feel anything, hm, baby?” 

You nod, and your suck in a sharp breath when two more fingers join his middle—pushing all three inside your greedy cunt—and your eyes roll back when you finally feel a delicious stretch inside you, and the base of your head lolls back to lean against the bed frame. 

“That feel good?” 

You gulp, your voice breathy. “Y-yeah—”

But then you gasp, and your words bleed into a moan when Oikawa presses his thumb on your puffy little clit. 

“Can you cum for me, princess?” You whine, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers when he calls you that, and you close your eyes—feeling the drugs fully kick in and you’re too weak and numb to even move your head anymore. 

But you trust Oikawa to take good care of you—because he never hurt you. 

So you let go, feeling him stretch your pussy with his fingers while rubbing your clit to a throbbing orgasm. 

All you hear are his words praising you, telling you how much of a good girl you are and how pretty you look cumming on his fingers. 

But then—

But then soon after, you feel empty, and you manage to look down with a frown, only to see Oikawa pulling his fingers out—leaking with your juices—leaving your swollen pussy pulsing around nothing.

And he must’ve noticed the little pout you have on because he chuckles—leaning in to give your pouty lips a sweet kiss and murmurs against them. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up again just the way you like it, okay?” 

You sloppily kiss back—too slow and loopy to respond—and you make a small sound as Oikawa moves you to lay down on your back, feeling your body sink into the plush bed while he lifts your legs. 

Then you feel him guiding your legs over his shoulders, and something hot and heavy slides over your pussy. 

“You just need to look pretty for me,” Oikawa murmurs, voice also getting breathy, and he turns to give your calf a warm kiss, continuing to rock his hips to slide his cock over your leaking folds—making his balls hit your puffy lips. 

He does that, making your pussy drool all over his length as his pre-cum leaks over your tummy, teasing your engorged clit with every bump of his tip against it. 

And all you do is take it, lying there, moaning and panting until his cock finally pushes inside you—filling every inch of your plush walls—and Oikawa groans. 

“Fuck,” He leans down, kissing you because he just needs to, making you lose your mind and moan into the kiss. “So tight, baby, swallowing me like a good little slut for me.” 

And god—you throb around him, your arousal dripping everywhere and making a mess as he continues to sink further inside you until his hips are flushed against yours. 

But you’re too dizzy and muddled to feel the way his fat cock stretches you—how your pussy hugs him and makes him all wet as you cream all over his girth. 

All you feel is this buzzing ache growing stronger and stronger as he sets a pace of fucking you deep and slow—hearing the wet squelches of your pussy to show just how wrecked you are. 

All you feel is something thick lodged into you and choking you as he puts you in a mating press. 

And he fucks you, murmuring how dirty you are, how you take him like a dumb needy slut that always needs her pussy filled. 

All words that are laced with a level of affection where you know he doesn’t genuinely mean it. 

But he knows how much you love hearing it.

And Oikawa is just a caring partner that likes to make you lose it every time he fucks you. 

Even if that means abusing your tight little cunt while you’re brainless and unable to move to do anything about it. 

You whine when pressure is felt on your clit—and Oikawa rubs his thumb in slow circles over your clit, all while his dick thrusts in and out, pulling a trickle of fluid to wet the bed and his legs in the process. 

Soon enough—you’re arching your back, crying out a moan, as another orgasm pulses through you with a sudden snap. 

“There you go—shit—you were made to take me,” Oikawa fucks into you as you cum, gushing out clear fluids as you make a squirting mess on the both of you. 

And fuck—Oikawa loves it when you squirt. 

He loves seeing your face contort with pleasure as you make a mess on him—all because of his doing and his cock inside you. 

“Fuck—you’re so messy, you must feel all loose and dumb, huh, baby?” 

You start to cry, overstimulated from him fucking you through your orgasm, and his thumb hasn’t left your poor little clit.

But you still manage to nod.

And god—Oikawa wants to kiss you senseless at how much he loves you right now. 

“It’s okay, love,” He shushes you, wiping a tear on your cheek with his thumb, your lashes flutter against your cheek as you close your eyes. “I just need to cum, okay?” 

You shiver, only able to mumble out, “Kay.”

You’re fucked dumb by this point, feeling like a rag doll as he holds you and shoves his cock into you with no abandon. 

But he knows how to fuck you to make you cum almost easily—his dick hitting that sweet spot in your walls over and over with every roll of your hips—his balls slapping your sloppy pussy as warmth travels from your core down to your legs, stars shooting beneath your closed eyelids as everything turns white and blurry. 

You think you orgasmed again. 

You can’t tell. 

All you feel is liquid heat filling your bones, a hot and heavy body on top of you, and yourself melting into the bed beneath you. 

“Suck on this,” You don’t know what Oikawa is making you suck on—but your mouth opens anyway, almost instinctively, just from hearing the word ‘suck’ from him.

But then you feel his thumb press on your tongue, and you immediately moan as you wrap your lips around it, sucking it as if it was his cock. 

“Good baby,” Oikawa drawls, voice low and heavy, “your mouth is too sweet to not use it.” 

You just suck some more, letting him hold you down and fuck deep into you until you’re letting out another squirting orgasm—soaking the bed and his stomach—and you hear his groan falter, his pace quickening. 

“You gonna keep all my cum inside you, baby?” He asks that, and you whimper with a nod, giving his thumb a slow suck. 

“W-want it—”

And that’s all he needs to hear to make that final cord in him cut loose, and he’s grinding his hips against yours as he buries his dick as far as he can—spurting out thick loads of cum deep inside you, making your sore pussy drink every drop. 

“Such a good slut for me, baby,” He kisses your lips so gently, lovingly, as the last bits of his sticky cum spill into you—filling you so much that some leaks out while his cock is still inside your cunt. 

You grunt, so fucking exhausted and ready to knock out from whatever the hell Oikawa gave you. 

And he smiles, sweet and affectionate, kissing you one last time before pulling back, his voice soft. “Let me take care of you now, love.” 

And he does. 

With lots of praise and kisses. 

With a warm bath after wiping you clean. 

Even if you feel too dizzy and intoxicated to move properly—Oikawa happily does all the work for you.

He makes sure you drink some water, giving you bits of fruit to eat as well. 

He takes such good care of you after treating you like a fuck toy in bed—

And you smile, all dazed and warm, through it all—your heart feeling so full.

End.

> Masterpost

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[forusomimiya]

"Mmm baby… so cute and so greedy…" His words lash your body as he sinks into your neck and deposits wet kisses accompanied by moans each time you squeeze as he hits your cervix. "You make me feel so good, mi amor. Your body matching perfectly with mine, as if you were made for me… tan linda...".

"T-tooru… I don't understand what yar saying…" It's not the first time Oikawa praises you in Spanish, but hearing him speak is like music to your ears. Warm words that create a swirl deep inside you and oh god, you wish he would talk to you like that forever.

"But what about how you're squeezing around me? Do you like it when I talk to you like that, bebé? Your walls cling tighter to him as he whispers in your ear. His pace increases and he grabs you to fuck you deeper. He knows what you like and he's going for it.

"Please Tooru, I-I'm close… just- make me cum please, please…"

"Begging like a needy one? I see… How do you ask for things, cariño?" his constant thrusts prevent you from concentrating on the question. You try to clear your mind, come back to reality and focus on Oikawa, but now he's started massaging your hole and damn it, you just want to be a fucking mess and not think about what the fuck he wants you to answer. But if you don't, he won't give you what you want. "P-por - por favor....?" "Please... what?" his balls hitting your clit don't help this situation moving forward. "And look at me when I'm talking to you". You try to look back as best you can.

Damn. He's a fucking mess too. You won't last long, and knowing him, if you cum without his permission, maybe he'll torture you for a while longer. "Shit… I-I need you to fill me up, to cum inside me" you take a second to catch your breath and try not to blush at what you are about to say. "...por favor". "Buena chica... ahora córrete para mi... dirty me with your cum" His image fades from your eyes as you hear his command and you let yourself go, as if you were a bitch that has been trained by her master. You feel the pleasure slowly consume you as Oikawa focuses on you, on your grimaces of pleasure as you feel him filling you, and on your high-pitched, long moans, begging him for more, and reminding him how much you love him.

"Aahh yes, yes! thank you tooru...! thank you, I- I love you…"

"My dumb slut, I love you too...”

__________________________________________ don't worry, I'll put the translations here :D "mi amor" - "my love" "tan linda" - "so pretty"

"bebé" - "baby" "cariño" - "like... honey, sweetheart..." "por favor" - "please" "buena chica, ahora córrete para mi" - "good girl... now cum for me"

Well, it’s taken me about a MONTH to do this and oh my god, I rlly wanted to do it. It took me a while to think about the situation but well, here it is. I go to sleep happy, wishing to dream of an oikawa talking to me in Spanish 😴😴

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[kairismess]

✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU DO THEIR HAIR

TETSUROU KUROO.

he's not used to having any other hairstyle but his signature bed head or rooster head look, but he's loving it so far.

his favorite part about whenever you do his hair is when you give him a top knot or little pigtails, he never takes them off, not even during practice matches to show off his beautiful new hairstyle to the others.

he definitely loves cherry blossom hair ties, it makes him feel just as cute as you.

KENMA KOZUME.

yeah, kenma doesn't usually feel comfortable whenever his side vision is exposed, but he's slowly getting more and more accustomed to it whenever you do his hair.

kenma prefers having hair pins or clips in his hair instead of having it tied actually; he loves collecting hair clips from you and putting them in his bangs to keep them out of the way of his eyes.

he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair or on his scalp, it really calms him down and makes him sleep more comfortably, especially when he's lying down on your lap.

TOORU OIKAWA.

oikawa is definitely into couple hairstyles, no matter how ridiculous it might look on him.

he loves cinnamoroll or pochaco hair accessories, and he loves it whenever you put little pigtails in his hair and you play with them.

the most favorite thing oikawa loves when you're doing his hair is when you two exchange tea like you're in a salon together; of course, oikawa's usually grievances are about kageyama or ushijima, but it's also mainly about how he thinks you make him look too cute for his own good...

OSAMU MIYA.

osamu really doesn't mind you doing his hair, he wants you to do whatever you want with it, as long as you don't shave his hair off.

he also really loves having your fingers on his scalp or through the strands of his hair. it relaxes him after a long day of dealing with atsumu or being frustrated he couldn't see you.

osamu loves the butterfly clips you put in his hair, he loves making atsumu and the others on the team jealous he has a sweet partner who does his hair for him.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI.

yamaguchi doesn't have a particular hairstyle from you that he appreciates, he appreciates and loves every way you style up his hair!

he enjoys it whenever you play around with his hair, especially when you use hair ties and clips that you think accentuate his hair color and eyes.

whenever you tie his hair up into a topknot, he gets really happy, because your face always lights up. and when you put your hands on either sides of his face and squish his cheeks together, admiring his cuteness, making him fluster because you can see his freckles up close and how red he's getting... making him even cuter.

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[schelamski]

Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 4)

-Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Helping you put a necklace on

Wakatoshi likes to spoil his girlfriend, especially on your birthday. Right now you are struggling to put on the beautiful necklace that he gifted you, special to you because of the engraving on the back. “Toshi can you help me?” you ask him and his hands are immediately on your neck, closing the necklace around it. He is looking at you in the mirror while letting his hands linger a little longer than necessary on your nape before putting your hair back in place and stretching out his hand to take you to the dinner reservation he made to celebrate your special day.

Tsukishima Kei: Deep convos about random shit

Normally he doesn’t talk that much and especially not over something so seemingly unimportant but with you he is conversing without any snarky remarks or hesitation. Kei could talk for days about the deeper meaning of a recent book you two happen to have read, a theory regarding his most beloved fossils or everything else that’s running through his head. You always admire his way of thinking and you are happy each time he gives you insight on what’s happening in this smart head of his. The way you are listening and talking to him never fails to make him want to shut up again and just kiss you, after all he is better at showing his emotions through actions than words.

Oikawa Tooru: Having a special song

It was the song that was playing in the small copy shop where you were waiting to receive your printed pictures when you met Tooru. He wanted to print out some pictures to craft a photo album for his nephew when he noticed you humming the melody of the song absently. On your third date in a mini golf arena the song started playing again and since then it’s been the song to which you have the best memories. If he ever gets the chance to marry you, he wants this song to play during your first dance.

Bokuto Koutaro: Randomly looking at each other and saying, “I love you so much”

Currently you were suffocated with the weight of your boyfriend who was laying on top of you but you wouldn’t be able to catch a breath anyway because suddenly he told you that he loved you. That was the first time he told you and you weren’t able to say it back until he moved to look at you because you’ve been silent for too long. After that it happened at the weirdest times. For example, when Kou asked you which type of rice to bring or when he walked in on you sitting on the toilet or even in front of all of his team when you came to watch the MSBY team practice. After hearing it some more in unexpected situations you even started to learn to say it back to him in time.

Miya Osamu: Hugging the back of them and putting your face on their shoulder

There is no better feeling after a long exhausting day than coming home to find Samu standing in front of the stove working on some meal for you to eat. You make your way into the kitchen and collapse against his broad back while leaning your face on his shoulder, humming in appreciation. You follow him around the kitchen like this until he leads you to the table and places a plate of incredibly good smelling food in front of you and him. Over dinner you ramble to him about your day during which he reminds you with a soft smile to eat before the food gets cold. After the dinner you two spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa, both enjoying the soothing warmth of each other’s bodies.

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