kiss me maybe:
summary: finding a flier for the volleyball's kissing booth was surprising for two reasons. a) kuroo had created one of the worst fliers known to mankind and b) oikawa tooru, the school's resident pretty boy was capitalizing off the rumors surrounding him. still, you couldn't deny your attraction to the setter, and he couldn't hide that you were the only one he wanted to kiss
pairing: oikawa tooru x g!n reader
word count: 12.6k (please give this a chance)
genres + themes: college!au, sort of friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, kuroo being an occasional menace, iwaizumi being the sexiest friend you can have, kiyoko being an icon, romanticized college experience, oikawa being an idiot but yours
warnings: cursing, a tad suggestive in some parts, absolutely not proofread
a/n: hi there i am back with a long fic. anyways this thing is my lovechild and probs the most fanfic thing ive written. its really just a fluff monster (lol) and i hope you give this a chance <3 also dedicated to @chimielie because her stuff gave me the inspo to write ily lia thank you for being so talented
It was said that Oikawa Tooruâs kisses were mythical.Â
Some claimed that one press of lips from the kingly setter was like a hit of a drug, sudden in a way that sent you reeling.Â
To some, his kisses tasted like the finest candy, hand served on an ornate dish.Â
Most magically, it was claimed that a kiss from Oikawa Tooru could heal even the most broken of hearts. Just one thread through sun bronzed hair could make you forget about the most painful memories.Â
And of course, like any celebrity would, he knew about each and every rumor.
Naturally, you reckoned you were bound to see the dreaded flier sooner or later. It sat there still, taped onto the tiny bulletin board outside of the Organic Chemistry I room.
It was the worst godawful flier youâd ever seen in your life. In front of you was a myriad of colorful borders, and even more whimsical fonts atop of a cardstock page. It seemed to call out to you with its boldness, as if to say âkiss meâ with its scrawling typography.Â
Mystic Kissbooth, it read in an infuriatingly ornate font. Come and kiss your woes away (and kiss ours away too â a mutually beneficial fundraiser!)Â
âI see youâve seen our handiwork,â chuckled a voice. You didnât have to turn around to recognize Kuroo, who simply leaned against the bulletin board in an attempt to catch your expression.Â
Not that he would. You werenât going to give him that luxury.Â
âNo wonder itâs such shit,â you laughed, gesturing to the list of names at the bottom, âIâm honestly ashamed to even know you.â
âHey,â he frowned playfully, ruffling your hair as he began his signature large strides. Curse him and his stupidly long legs. âThat was heavily inspired by your Canva templatesâŠ..you knowâŠ.the bad ones.âÂ
You let out a long and dragged out sigh while you followed your best friend (unfortunately) to one of the secluded benches on campus. Beneath the hustle and bustle of students as they sprinted to class, it was almost peaceful to rest your legs for just a moment.Â
Relaxing onto the bench, you placed your backpack at your side, creating a wedge between you and Kuroo, whoâd taken the seat right next to you. He didnât seem to mind, simply casting a grin in your direction.Â
For starters, you werenât sure how to feel about the Canva invasion. Yes, it was a design platform, and yes, youâd tried (and failed sometimes) to create infographics whenever Kuroo needed a helping hand. It was just a tad surprising to discover that Kuroo had drawn his inspiration from your least successful works.Â
âWhatâs this whole thing about?â You decided on asking after a lengthy pause. Kuroo cast his gaze to meet your own, his grin almost glued into place.Â
âWell, not that weâre in any trouble, but the volleyball club could use some funds. Weâve been trying to set up some pretty competitive matches and practice games, but we need the fuel to do it. Oikawa thought this was a great way to make use of all the attention we have.â
âNo wonder. Heâs probably the most popular one on the teamâŠ.though Iwaizumi is honestly the one to be looking at.âÂ
âRude,â Kuroo huffed, âThereâs a lot of other people to be interested in, you know.â
âHopefully you donât mean yourself,â you chuckled, dodging a playful hit on the arm from Kuroo. âBut in all seriousness, a kissing booth?â Kuroo paused for a moment, seemingly mulling over a proper response, when Iwaizumi entered your frame of vision.Â
There were times you wondered why Iwaizumi Hajime didnât consider a career in modeling. From where he stood, the sunlight almost seemed to caress his skin, tanned and sun bronzed from a summer spent playing volleyball on the beach. Upon seeing you and Kuroo on the bench, he extended a quick wave before jogging over, arms flexing as he got closer.Â
âStop ogling him,â Kuroo smirked, âYou could stand to be a bit less obvious.â
âShut up,â you muttered just as Iwaizumi ended his jog to stand in front of you.Â
âNice to see you here,â he beamed, his eyes meeting your own, âI barely see you around these days. Did Kuroo scare you away from the club?â
âNo not at all,â you smiled, moving your backpack to make space for the handsome spiker. Some of the students on the nearby path stopped to turn at the three of you, and Iwaizumi, none-the-wiser, took a swig from his water bottle.Â
He was never aware of the effect he had on people. That was exactly what contributed to his charm.Â
âY/N wanted to know a bit more about the booth,â Kuroo started. âI think youâd explain it better than I could.âÂ
Iwaizumi raised a brow, âItâs just a club fundraiser. I mean, it's the only decent idea that Oikawaâs had in a while.â
âSo he really was involved, huh.â You said (more to yourself than anyone else). The two men looked at you confusedly, before Kuroo finally spoke.Â
âYou know, you always seem to get a bit fidgety whenever someone mentions Oikawa. And you always try to be away from him when you come to our practicesâŠwere the two of you involved or something? Because if you were, I am honestly offended you didnât tell me.âÂ
You aggressively shook your head no, warranting a chuckle from Iwaizumi. âWell, if they were, I think itâs had an impact. You start to see him for who he really is.âÂ
The three of you laughed, choosing to enjoy the fresh breeze.Â
However, even despite the simple beauty of this moment, you couldnât stop yourself from thinking about the booth.
Oikawa stood at the front of the lecture hall, spinning his pen while meeting the eyes of his teammates. At his side was Kurooâs flier, whimsically colorful in all the ways a magical kissing booth (like this one) was supposed to be.
Iwaizumi sat in the front, close enough for Oikawa to catch the teasingly judgy stares of his best friend while he waited for everyone to settle down.Â
Finding a free lecture hall had been no problem. All heâd had to do is smile nicely at a few eager students, verify with a few professors, and send a frantic âMEET NOWâ to the club group chat.Â
The real problem was convincing the rest of the team of this idea in the first place.Â
âHey guys,â he beamed, putting the flier down on the desk closest to him, âThanks for showing up on such short notice. You guys are the best.âÂ
âWe didnât come for you,â Makki snickered. âWeâre just here to see what crazy justification you have for this.â
âWell,â he began, âWeâve been in the spotlight for quite some time now. A lot of us have been featured in the campus newspaper, weâve made it onto our universityâs podcast, and have you even seen the instagram fanpages for us? Theyâre absolutely insane. So, what better time to take advantage of this?âÂ
âAnd this has nothing to do at all with the rumors?â A voice asked. Oikawa turned to meet the eyes of Semi Eita, who sat on the left corner closest to the door.Â
The team laughed as Oikawa shook his head in faux denial. âAbsolutely not. Why would I ever do such a thing?âÂ
âBecause you're smart!â Oikawa was almost surprised to hear the remark from Bokuto, who sat near Kuroo with his own flier. âAnd itâs a lot of fun.âÂ
The team murmured their respective agreements before the room fell silent again. Oikawa, ever the opportunist, slid into the silence with an explanation.Â
âI was thinking we set it up as sort of a de-stress day after midterms. We could get the other clubs to join in their own mini fundraisersâŠlike a carnival of sorts. Weâll set up the booth with colorful signs and posters, and we kiss based on the cash. We can take shifts to make sure the two of us arenât running the whole show. All proceeds are for our matches and practice games. Sounds good?â
âA question. Are you going to make people line up to kiss you?â Matsukawa asked casually.Â
âYou mean us Mattsun. And yeah, a line works just fine.â Oikawa stopped for a moment to admire the unanimous cooperation of his team. âIâll talk to the other club leaders and see if we can come up with a date. If thatâs all the questions youâve got, Iâll see you at practice tomorrow!âÂ
With this, his team filed out the door. He caught Kuroo animatedly discussing a design to attract customers to their booth with Bokuto, mentioning that he had a friend whoâd know just what to do about it. In the midst of his rant, heâd mentioned a name.Â
Yours. A name he hadnât realized he missed hearing.Â
A faint smile crept onto his face at the thought.
Kuroo was a menace. From the minute heâd found you at the library, heâd been nagging you the entire day, practically begging for you to come to their practice.Â
âY/N please,â he whined, attempting his own version of a pout, âIf you see us, you could help design the poster to attract customers.â
âI donât think you need help with that.â That much was true. Especially with Oikawa headlining the event. They were guaranteed strong profits.Â
Somehow in the midst of all this pleading, youâd ended up right outside the gym. The sounds of volleyballs hitting the wooden floors resonated off the walls, the sound so clear that you could hear it from your spot near the door.Â
âYou planned this,â you glared, watching Kurooâs smile twist into one of faux innocence. Bastard. Â
âWhat can I say? I am the master of distraction.â He opened the door, swapping his shoes out at the front and walking into the gym to the greetings of his team. You followed closely behind him, carefully striding across the polished wood and shutting the door behind you.Â
The gym had always been grand. Your universityâs colors were plastered onto the bleachers, with a wide curtain separating the different sides of the gym. There was space â so much of it â and the team spread out to practice various skills.Â
For a brief moment, you allowed yourself the childish awe of standing in a space so big.Â
âI forgot how long itâs been since youâve been here,â a voice greeted, âBut itâs good to see you Y/N.â
You knew that voice. Youâd know that voice like the moon knew the stars. Youâd know it anywhere.Â
âOikawa,â you said, turning to acknowledge the brown-haired setter. âLong time no see.â
As much as you didnât want to, you drank him in. He seemed to be in high spirits this afternoon, hair artfully tousled in the way he always did, and lips so perfectly smooth that they seemed out of a Chapstick ad.Â
âYou donât really come around anymore,â He said, taking to walking with you around the gym (much to your own surprise). âI was getting a bit worried actually.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â You stared at a spot a bit beyond the setter, watching Bokutoâs cross court spike slam into the floor with dizzying speed.Â
âWellâŠ.we talked a bunch. And you came here at the beginning of the year. You suddenly stopped thoughâŠ.so I wondered if something happened.âÂ
âYou noticed?â You scoffed. âIâm surprised you paid attention.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I pay attention?â Oikawa raised a brow in confusion before suddenly, the answer seemed to smack him in the face. âYouâre petty about that?â
âYou barely paid me any mind,â was all you said, meeting Oikawaâs warm gaze, âIt was like weâd never met at all.â
Youâd met Oikawa Tooru on the flight to university. Youâd waved your family goodbye at the gate, hugging them tight to your chest and memorizing the feel of them against you.Â
You walked steadily, pulling your suitcase along as you made your way to the security check in.Â
âEverything goes in a bag! Belts, shoes, phones! Take off your shoes and step aside. Laptops can stay in your bags! Move along!âÂ
You hauled your suitcase into the bin, placed your phone and wallet beside it and sent it over to the TSA associate, taking a minute to place your jacket and shoes into another bin and sending that over too.Â
The gray bins were plain, old and rackety and classic, comparable to a washed out 1930âs movie. You trodded through the metal detector, feeling the cold floor through your socks.Â
When you finally made it through check in, you were met with a TSA associate over your bag, looking straight at you as if youâd committed some heinous crime.Â
âExcuse me,â the TSA officer asked, gesturing to your bags, âAre these your bags?âÂ
âYes,â you affirmed, almost nervously. âIs there an issue?âÂ
âYou seem to have some liquid above the restricted amount. Iâm going to have to take a look.âÂ
For a moment, you were startled. What did you even bring? Youâd diligently packed your belongings and made sure everything was secureâŠ.surely there had to be some mistake.Â
Your breath wavered the minute the officer pulled out your favorite body wash.Â
In the midst of your packing, youâd forgotten youâd slipped it into your carry on.Â
âOh.â Your voice shook as you meant the TSA officerâs eyes, âIâm sorry. Thatâs my favorite one.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â For a moment, it almost seemed like the man had sympathy for you, âBut Iâm going to have to ask you to pour half of it out. If you refuse that, youâre going to have to give it away.âÂ
Every step towards the outside garbage felt like a punch to the chest. While you kept composed on the outside, pouring away half of your prized wash felt miserable.Â
A dying rose. A dying star. Something dying slowly and surely inside.Â
Now youâd have to get another one. Brand new packaging lost to your honest mistake.Â
This sucked ass.Â
You meandered through the security area again, more ghost than person and collected the rest of your belongings. While your voice wavered, you didnât shed a tear, and simply walked along.Â
Somehow, in the midst of all your wandering, you ended up in the departure lounge. In front of you were an array of connected seats with their generic cushioning and the customary TV screens telling you what flight was taking off when.Â
The glass paneled windows to your right showcased the hangar, and from your spot, you could see planes parked out in front. The sun set down in the distance, leaving a watercolor blend of pinks and oranges in its wake.Â
You could almost call it picturesque.Â
You leaned your suitcase against a wall for a moment, scanning the lounge for an available corner. Unfortunately, your plane was packed.Â
The chatter of students was overwhelming, and without a choice, you settled into a seat at the far corner of the lounge next to a pretty-boy who you were certain wouldn't speak to you.Â
They normally never did. Why should it be any different now? And honestly, you didnât want to talk.Â
âThis plane is probably fully booked.â A voice (the perfect blend of warm and deep) said. You turned to meet the eyes of said pretty boy, a surprisingly lovely shade of brown. Light and bright and inviting. Almost like a mocha. Or a latte.Â
âTell me about it,â you laughed, slightly amused by the novelty of the situation. It wasnât common for pretty boys to talk to you. Even less common for you to entertain any conversation, especially when you felt the way you did. âWhen I waved âgoodbyeâ to my family, I wasnât expecting this much of a crowd to tell them about.âÂ
âYeah?â Oikawa smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting upwards invitingly. âI was more surprised at the lack of seats.âÂ
âYouâd think theyâd anticipate a college student stampede.âÂ
Oikawa laughed, the amusement lighting up his whole face. It was a simple laugh â chiming and lovely in the way that all laughs were, but you were certain youâd do anything to hear that again.Â
His presence had a way of putting you at ease.Â
The two of you coincidentally had seats right next to each other on the flight. As the plane lifted off, you snapped a picture of the city lights, twinkling their tiny goodbyes as they faded from view.
The cabinâs lights were dimmed, yet even in the haziness, you could make out the features of the boy next to you.Â
High cheekbones. A defined cupidâs bow. Lips that seemed even softer than the lather of that soap you loved so much.Â
Youâd mourn your soap later. Even if it was an object, your attachment to it simply showed a care for your belongings.Â
What could be more human than that?Â
Oikawa turned to you, gaze friendly as the plane began its mounting ascent.Â
âYou know, the TSA can be real dicks sometimes.âÂ
What the fuck. Who was he? A psychic?
âWhat did they do to you?â
âThey made me pour out half my expensive hair gel. I insisted it fit the requirements but they refused to accommodate me. So mean.âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh at the pout he wore. It seemed even someone as vivacious as Oikawa couldnât charm himself out of aviation regulations.Â
Somehow the whole thing made you feel a lot better.Â
You and Oikawa (Tooru as he later insisted) shared many conversations throughout the flight. Some revolved around human existentialism (with him quoting the âwe were infiniteâ from The Perks of Being a Wallflower). Some revolved around space.Â
Some even revolved around clubs, with him sharing high school volleyball stories and pledging your universityâs team to greatness.Â
When fatigue finally claimed you, the comfort of his shoulder was unmatched by anything youâd ever felt. Heâd extended an invite for you to come and see them practice anytime, and laid his own head atop of yours.Â
Of course, when you showed up for said practice, so had a bunch of other fans. Heâd barely spared you a glance, let alone spoke to you when youâd tried to seek him out.Â
A grand gym and an even grander boy.Â
You just avoided him after that.
âIm really sorry about that,â Oikawa said. While his expressions were genuine, you werenât sure how much you were going to trust it. Certainly, in all the time youâd spent apart, he must have changed at least a bit.Â
To think he was the exact same boy who you met on the plane would be foolish.
âYeah, water under the bridge.âÂ
âNo, not really.â Oikawa paused to study your expression. Beneath all of your nonchalance was something fragile. Admiration? Loathing? He doubted it. âHow long did you plan on avoiding me?â
âAs long as I needed to.â You answered matter-of-factly. âThen again, that was when I thought youâd forgotten about me.âÂ
âHow could I ever do that?â Oikawaâs expression morphed into a worried one, eyebrows knitted together and mouth downturned as if to say damn thatâs an accusation.Â
âWell-â
âLook I meant to seek you out after that day. I saw you there, wanted to come over, but at that point youâd gone off to continue chatting with Kuroo and met Iwa. And classes exist.â
âOkay. Water under the bridge for real.âÂ
His eyes lit up. âYou mean it?âÂ
You nodded in approval, only to be dragged away by Kuroo, whoâd suddenly appeared behind you.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You yelled, not caring much for your use of profanities. Some of the nearby team members snickered as you were pulled to the corner of the gym, in front of an array of poster boards.Â
âWhat?â Kuroo asked, âYou and Oikawa seem to be fine now, so I thought I could ask you some questions about stuff that really matters. Namely posters.âÂ
You were met with various shapes and sizes of poster boards. Some were Elmers Tri-Folds. Some were the cheap foam boards you sometimes saw while grocery shopping.Â
âIf you want a design for your freaking booth,â you began, looking at Kuroo, âGive me some time.â
Oikawa was in the podcast studio. The room was secluded, plastered with posters and heart decals of all shapes and colors. Right beside the door was a framed picture of the volleyball team, with their silly faces frozen in motion.Â
Shimizu Kiyoko walked out from behind the desk, nonchalantly acknowledging Oikawa with a nod. âOikawa, what can I do for you?âÂ
âHey,â he winked, unaffected by her lack of reaction, âHave any idea where I can find your host. Iâd like her to do me a favor.â
âAdvertising.â Kiyoko said bluntly. âI donât think your booth needs any more attention. Our socials have covered it already.âÂ
âWe always love the extra coverage.âÂ
âDoesnât your friend help with all the designs? I think theyâd be the perfect candidate to help with all this.â
âY/N?â He asked, almost dumbfounded by how obvious that answer was.Â
âYes,â Kiyoko smiled. âTheyâre very nice. Iâve seen you talk a few times, though it honestly seems like they donât like you very much.âÂ
âNot true.â He huffed.Â
âWell it makes sense. Especially if the rumors are true.âÂ
People saw Kiyokoâs beauty and shyness and mistook her for a soft and innocent podcast manager.Â
Anyone whoâd dealt with her enough knew she was actually a force to be reckoned with.Â
âThe rumors are whatever you make of them. Iâm simply an opportunist.âÂ
Kiyoko chuckled and for a moment, Oikawa felt accomplished. âYou donât need to tell me this. I already know.âÂ
He leaned against the door, and stretched out his arms in front of him before resting them at his sides again. âWould you at least consider telling the main host to help us out?âÂ
Kiyoko shuffled the papers in her hands, before meeting his eyes. âI wonât give any guarantees, but something tells me that if you do set up a de-stress carnival, your club will be the central focus of our broadcast.âÂ
âThank you!â He beamed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. âI could kiss you for that.â
âNo thank you,â Kiyoko declined, âIâm not interested in confirming the rumors.âÂ
As Oikawa left the studio, Kiyoko walked into the recording room, a tiny smile on her lips.
Your Canva page lay woefully blank before you.
Youâd promised Kuroo a design if he gave you time and Kuroo, ever the considerate friend, actually stopped bothering you about the poster. He seemed to trust in Oikawaâs judgment, and it seemed that the rest of the volleyball club did too.Â
As a token of thanks, youâd come to the library, your brain and Pinterest providing you at least a vague idea of what it was you wanted to do. However, when it came time to put pen to paper (or more fittingly, hand to mousepad), it seemed that your ideas had been wiped clean.Â
Your disappointment felt like a leaky faucet. Despite the minuteness of the feeling, it seemed to pool the more you thought about the situation. While designing was never an obligation, you owed it to your friends.Â
You sighed, placing your bag onto the hardwood library table and casting your eyes outside. A slowly setting sun was what greeted you, a medley of pinks and oranges appearing onto a slowly disappearing blue sky.Â
How cliche. Considering one's disappointments next to a sunset.Â
âY/N?â A voice called, almost saccharine in the silence of your surroundings.Â
And there he was. Draped in the setting sun like a painted figure, cloaked in a veil of sunlight that skimmed his skin like silk. Oikawaâs eyes were almost honey colored in that lighting, and beneath the darkened shelves, he was almost a mystical apparition.Â
âOikawa,â was all you said, cursing every possible force for him appearing now, looking like that, when you barely had anything to show for it.Â
âKuroo told me youâd offered to help us put together some signs for the de-stress carnival.â Oikawa walked over, stepping away from the sunlight and placing his bag down at your table, opting for a seat across from you. âWhich, in case you were wondering, I got approval for. A lot of the other clubs are going to be there.âÂ
âThatâs good.â You allowed yourself a glance at him. Your pettiness had all but dissipated, but you were still wary of looking at him for too long. He was like the sun, golden and lustrous and magnetic. You werenât quite ready to be pulled into his orbit.Â
âSo,â Oikawa said, taking a glance at your computer screen, âRough designing?âÂ
âYeah. Inspiration has been hard to find and your club is counting on me.âÂ
âIf it means anything to you, we wouldnât have asked for you to do it if we didnât believe in you.â You looked up to see Oikawaâs gaze set firmly on your own, as if tracking your expressions. Under his stare, you felt raw. Vulnerable. If you were a cake, and he was cutting you open.Â
You werenât sure what to say.Â
A beat of silence permeated the space between you, and the two of you made no effort to stop it. It was somewhat comforting. Unsaid words of yours were understood by him.
âIt feels like a lot of pressure,â you finally admitted, letting out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. âI want it to be worth your while.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât it be?â Oikawa was closer. His breath was soft, fanning over the side of your cheek like a secret.Â
âIâm not sure.â Your voice was nothing more than a whisper.Â
Oikawa paused for a moment, as if contemplating something before decisively placing his hand on top of yours.
For a moment, you were startled by the warmth of his palm, grounding you in some way that didnât quite make sense to you yet. Something about this was intimate in all the ways it shouldnât be. Amidst a darkening sky and a slowly dimming library, you could almost consider this clandestine.Â
You waited for the rustle of a bookâs pages or the resounding footsteps of the librarian to break down the moment, but they never came. Â
Oikawa looked at you, seemingly memorizing your features. He said nothing, but a slight smile appeared on his face the second he spotted a stray lock of hair by your ear. You could feel your face progressively heating with every moment spent in this proximity.Â
Damn celebrity setters. Damn stupid stupid beautiful men who do this. Damn that Oikawa Tooru.Â
Gently, as if touching something fragile, Oikawa smoothed down your hair, brushing the tip of your ear with his fingertips. He held your gaze fondly before suddenly, making an incredulous face.Â
âWhat the-â He said, looking at your hair again. âItâs back up again.â He looked at his hands in horror, as if their magic didnât work. âDamn it, thatâs not how that goes.âÂ
You couldnât stop the laughter from erupting out of you at his antics, You swiftly flattened that pesky strand and looked back at him, feeling the amusement pool in your chest at his dismayed expression.Â
âSorry man,â you laughed, syllables coming out breathless, âSometimes stuff doesnât go to plan.âÂ
Oikawa seemed like he wanted to melt into the floor, and feeling the need for some fresh air, you dragged him out of the library. Upon leaving the double doors (and air conditioning), you were met by the lit sidewalk and found the wooden benches by the line of trees.Â
You sat down, gesturing for him to join you.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever seen this one before,â Oikawa mentioned off-handedly, âI mean Iâm here a lot, but Iâm not sure when this was put here.âÂ
âItâs been hereâŠ?âÂ
Oikawa sighed, tilting his gaze to the now dark sky. âYou do have an eye for good things.âÂ
You raised a brow. âWhat does that even mean?âÂ
âThe stuff you make is adorable. And Kurooâs always said that everywhere he brings us are all places you found.âÂ
âReally?â You leaned your upper body onto the bench. âI didnât expect credit from him.âÂ
âHe cares about you,â Oikawa said. âHe gave a lot of shit when he realized that weâd talked on our plane and then not again. But I deserved that.âÂ
âI was petty. But itâs not like I can actually walk up to you.âÂ
âWhat?â Oikawa seemed puzzled, as if this was something impossible for him to fathom. âWhy not? I donât think Iâm that bad.âÂ
âIwaizumi says otherwise.âÂ
âMean. But seriously, why?âÂ
Youâd forgotten how refreshing Oikawa was. Even though you were sitting on a bench, you felt practically weightless.Â
âRumors,â was all you said, gesturing to him.Â
Understanding seemed to flash into his eyes, and slowly, like connecting pieces of a puzzle, it all fell into place. He paused for a moment before meeting your eyes with a grin.Â
âYou know theyâre just rumors right?â He smirked, âI went to a party a while back to kick off club season. There was this one girl who really wasnât leaving me alone, so I ended up leaving. Turns out sheâd told her friends that she and I made out at the party and gave me a whole lot more credit than I was expecting. Not that I mind making out, but Iâm picky.âÂ
âPicky how?â You asked, words leaving your mouth before you even had the chance to think them over.Â
âPicky as in thereâs really only one person Iâve even wanted to kiss since I got here but havenât got the chance to. Iâm hoping they come to the booth. Just so Iâll get to know what thatâs like.âÂ
You felt a subtle twist of something in your chest, though you werenât sure what to make of it. Of course he had his eye on somebody. It was bound to happen eventually.Â
âWhy are you making a booth to do mass kissing then?â A valid follow up question. A guy like him could successfully pull whenever he wanted to.Â
âBecause Iâm an opportunist,â he sighed, âAnd Iâm not even sure if I can make a move properly. I donât function like I normally do when theyâre around.âÂ
âOf course you can. Anybody would say yes to you, Tooru.âÂ
With this, something in him seemed to snap and he immediately pulled you closer, your faces just an inch apart. His hands were firm around your waist, and the sensation was nearly searing. You could feel everything, from his hands to his breath to even the way his eyes seemed to scan your face.Â
The way he looked at you now was like worship.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You whispered shakily. With him all around you you could barely breathe, let alone think.Â
âMaking a move.â His eyes were on your lips. His hand gently left your waist to skim your arm before placing a hand on your cheek. âMay I?âÂ
Your nod was nearly imperceptible before he captured your lips in yours.Â
Soft, was your first thought as you felt his lips brush yours ever so lightly. You leaned into him, relishing the vaguely sweet taste of strawberry Chapstick on his lips as you swiped your tongue over his lips.Â
Oikawa Tooru was a mystic. His fingers tangled in your hair and his lips searched for yours as if he was a lost man and you were his savior. He traced the curve of your waist and kissed you passionately, nibbling your lips when you pulled at his shirt.Â
You could kiss him forever. You moved to nip at the tip of his ear, and his shaky breath had you considering if you should bite down harder. He pulled you back in and you melted into the feel of his lips and hands and the way his touch seemed to awaken something inside you.Â
The way he held you was reverent.Â
When you finally split for air, Oikawa held you close, his smile never wavering. He rubbed a thumb across your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.Â
âThat was magical,â you murmured into his shirt, and you couldnât help but feel the slightest bit happy to hear the laugh you liked so much.Â
You reckoned youâd be able to put together a solid design after tonight.
Oikawa had a skip in his step the following morning. Heâd aced every assessment, finished all his homework, and made major breakthroughs at practice. His sets to Bokuto were so flawless that Bokuto could hardly believe heâd made those shots.Â
Everyone on the volleyball team was certain that something had happened, but Oikawa refused to let up.Â
He didnât kiss and tell after all.Â
âWhat is up with you?â Iwaizumi asked good-naturedly, tipping back a water bottle. âYouâve been in a surprisingly good mood all morning.âÂ
âItâs been a good day,â Oikawa smiled, offering no other details while picking up a few stray balls on the court. The gym floor seemed exceptionally shiny today. Heâd be sure to thank whoever waxed the floor for their services when he could.Â
âSomething definitely happened.â Kuroo chimed in, scrutinizing Oikawa like he was something under a microscope. âThe question is what.âÂ
âAm I not allowed to have good days?âÂ
âNo you are,â Kuroo smirked, âBut a day this good only happens after a sudden surge in popularity which âlast time I checkedâ didnât happen, orâŠâŠdid you make some breakthrough?âÂ
âWith my sets, yes.âÂ
âNo,â Kuroo smiled knowingly. âIâm gonna curse them out for not telling me anything.âÂ
Oikawa hid his surprise with a flash of indifference, though internally he cursed the middle blocker. It seemed that he was just as good at reading people as he was at read blocking.Â
Iwaizumi caught on almost immediately, casting his eyes to his longtime friend, who all of a sudden, was acting like a deer in headlights. He found it odd that the nature of your relationship with Oikawa had transformed seemingly overnight.Â
It seemed that you never truly harbored any resentment against him.Â
Still, he resolved to approach you about it as soon as he could.Â
The minute that you walked through the gymâs double doors, the entire team thought that theyâd summoned you with all the prying they were doing. You hauled something large through the door and placed it against the wall, proud of yourself for the herculean effort it took to bring it through.Â
The minute he registered your presence, Oikawaâs face looked like a puff of cotton candy. His cheeks were rosy with all the teasing and the memories of last night, and when he saw what it was that youâd leaned against the wall, he thought he should run over and kiss you out of pride.Â
âGood morning guys,â you beamed, a smile so radiant that Oikawa had suddenly lost all the focus heâd had all morning.Â
âMorning Y/N,â Iwaizumi greeted, walking over to greet you with a hug and a slight gesture to the object that was now leaning against the wall. âIs this it?âÂ
You nodded excitedly. âI got the inspiration to put it together last night. I think it captures the magic of the booth.âÂ
Iwaizumi leaned to flip over the posterboard and decided that heâd never seen anything more fitting in his entire life.Â
The sign was a pastel wonder, a pale blue at the bottom and moving to a light pink at the top. Across the poster were small and light volleyballs, somewhat transparent against the background as if the pattern was a part of it. The borders of the poster were filled with various lip prints (and even funnier, some hidden Chapsticks).
The font at the center was a far cry from the scrawling archaic font that Kuroo had used on their initial flyers. It was a simple block font, a shade of pink with a glow filter and a pattern that made it look like a light-up sign on the part that really mattered.
The Volleyball Club presents, the poster read, written in a smaller font. Right below that, the light up letters spelled out The Mystic Kissbooth. Help kiss us to greatness.Â
The team crowded around the board, marveling at both its quality and its thoughtfulness.Â
âY/NâŠ.â Bokuto trailed off, his eyes nearly bursting with amazement, âThis is crazy!âÂ
âYeah,â Semi added, âThis is ridiculously good. Kuroo, where the hell have you been keeping them.âÂ
Kuroo simply crossed his arms and smiled with pride. Heâd always believed in you.Â
Oikawa stood shell-shocked at your work, feeling all the days of preparation finally coming together. He looked at you and smiled a smile so genuine, you were glad youâd finally pulled through.Â
You looked to the floor bashfully for a moment before meeting the teamâs eyes with renewed confidence. âThank you. Iâm glad to help.âÂ
Iwaizumi stood at your side, smiling fondly at you before turning his gaze to Oikawa. âHey. Oikawa. What is the deal with the de-stress carnival? When is it, where is it, and where are we setting up?âÂ
Oikawa, still elated, looked around the gym at the team. âIf you want details, I think we should call another meeting.âÂ
âThat is a great idea,â you chimed in.Â
âWanna join?â Oikawa asked (hopefully).Â
âIâm sorry, I donât think I can. Iâve got a date with Kiyoko.âÂ
The team went silent. âYou have a what?!â
The evening hues only made Kiyoko more beautiful. She was dressed casually, wearing classic blue jeans, a tank top, and a cardigan that only accentuated her figure. When she saw you approaching her, a smile appeared on her face instantaneously.Â
âY/N!â She greeted, âItâs good to see you.âÂ
You jogged up to her and pulled her into a friendly hug. âItâs good to see you too!â
You and Kiyoko fell into step naturally, opting to have dinner at one of your favorite places outside of campus. It was a quick walk from where youâd chosen to meet up, and in such good weather, it was a crime not to spend more time together.Â
âI have a lot to tell you about,â Kiyoko began, âStarting with Oikawa Tooru. He showed up in my room and asked for the host. Heâs got to know itâs me right?âÂ
âYeah,â you nodded, âI know you use a modulator to stay under wraps so people take the podcast seriously, but heâs had a very good track record for being perceptive.âÂ
âThatâs a painâ she sighed, âI hope heâs not going to spread it around.âÂ
âHe wonât,â you assured her, âOikawa can understand rumors better than anyone.âÂ
Kiyoko smiled relievedly, though she raised a brow at the mention of rumors. âAre those true?âÂ
You fought the heat that seemed to emerge onto your face the minute she mentioned that. You just hoped it would go unnoticed by her.Â
Her blue eyes, unfortunately, were just as perceptive as they were pretty.Â
She smirked, crossing her arms and stopping on the sidewalk path. âWhen did that happen?âÂ
âDonât worry about it. Letâs keep walking.â You wish your voice had come out more strongly than a murmur.Â
âWhen?âÂ
âLast night.â Damn Kiyoko for getting answers out of you.Â
âAndâŠ?â She raised her brows expectantly.Â
âRumors are baseless but I confirm them. He is magical.âÂ
âI ought to say something about that,â she giggled, and you wanted to bury yourself into your hands to avoid her teasing.Â
âShush.âÂ
The two of you had a lovely dinner and opted to grab a quick drink from the speciality beverage store next door. Kiyoko grabbed a strawberry milkshake and you opted for a tropical fruit floater that theyâd just created. Thanks to Kiyoko, both drinks were on the house.Â
She nursed the straw between her lips and took a drag of her milkshake before meeting your eyes. âI have some information on the de-stress carnival.âÂ
You urged her to continue, and Kiyoko did.Â
âLooks like Oikawa and the other members of clubs decided to officially name it the Cool Down Carnival. Theyâre just going to refer to it as Cool Down for ease. Theyâre planning to organize it the Saturday after midterms and theyâve been working on concessions like cotton candy, caramel apples, popcorn, and a whole boatload of stuff. Administration is also totally fine with this.âÂ
âWow,â was all you could say as a response. You were honestly impressed with Oikawa. He put so much thought and care into a silly rumor that had transformed into one of the schoolâs biggest upcoming events. He was an alchemist of opportunities, taking a rumor of lead and transforming it to gold.Â
âYeah,â Kiyoko nodded, âIâll get social media to cover it for me. So far, nobody doubts that Iâm the manager of the âCast, so it should be fairly reasonable for me to do.âÂ
âOut of curiosity, do you know anything about how theyâre planning to do the shifts of the booth?âÂ
âAll I know for certain is that Oikawa said he probably wasnât gonna do a headlining shiftâŠor a shift at all. A lot of the other members were perfectly fine with taking this on, but there has been some backlash.âÂ
He was planning on not headlining the booth?
Your heart was suddenly very warm and fuzzy in your chest.Â
Kiyoko knowingly smiled at you before tipping at the front register and dragging you outside. The breeze was oddly pleasant, something a bit uncommon for this time of year. It was approaching colder weather, but it felt nearly spring-like.Â
âThe weather isnât making sense,â you said, enjoying the feeling of freedom that came with nighttime out.Â
âIt hasnât been making sense,â Kiyoko smiled, âWeâre anticipating a fresh fair.âÂ
Springs and falls blended together. You found a beautiful leaf on the sidewalk and pressed it to your palm, preserving the feel and look in your memory.Â
âIâm looking forward to it,â youâd finally tell Kiyoko as you parted ways, meaning each and every word.
When Oikawa had showed up at your doorstep in the morning, your sleep-addled brain could barely fathom the reason as to why he would do such a thing.Â
That was, until he walked into your room carrying breakfast in a brown bag.Â
âGood morning Y/N.â He said, voice still slightly raspy from a good night of sleep. (You werenât going to forget how that sounded forever).Â
You greeted him with a morning greeting of your own and sat on your bed, stretching your limbs and analyzing the boy whoâat this present momentâseemed like the happiest guy on earth.Â
âFeel free to help yourself,â Oikawa grinned, grabbing a bagel and a pack of cream cheese from the bag. âI have some updates for you.âÂ
âDoes it have to do with the Cool Down?â You walked over to the bag and grabbed something you liked from the inside.Â
âWow. How did you know about the name?âÂ
âI have my sources,â you winked.Â
Oikawa simply laughed. âI know itâs Kiyoko dumbass. Sheâs one of the sneakiest podcast hosts of all time.âÂ
âSo you do know.âÂ
âObviously.â Oikawa lounged on the chair in your corner. âNobody else is ever working in that office. She should get some people to join her.âÂ
You nodded and shifted to sit next to him on the couch. His warmth was a surprisingly pleasant addition into the morning, and you found yourself leaning into him. He didnât make any move to stop it, opting to pull you in and place his arm over you.Â
âWe have classes soon,â you said groggily, âBut I donât want to move.âÂ
âWe donât have to right now.âÂ
âThanks Tooru.âÂ
âOf course, Y/N.â He smiled. âThough we do have an afternoon meeting on how to divide the shifts. Iâm not sure what weâre going to be doing about me.âÂ
You suddenly felt a lot more awake. You shifted your weight onto your unsupported arm and looked up at Oikawa. âAre you planning to take a shift?âÂ
Oikawa shifted nervously in his seat. âIâm not sure. I may have to for the sake of demand. Everyone is expecting me to live up to the expectation. I think we would be less successful without my involvement.âÂ
You felt a twist of something. Not jealously, but not comfort either. Something between the two. You rose away from Oikawa, walking over to the opposite side of the room where your bed was and met his eyes.Â
âDo you really have to?â you asked, feeling partially unfair. There was nothing official between the two of you at the moment, but youâd thought after the kiss two nights agoâŠ..you thought you had a chance.Â
âI might,â he gulped, âBut you know youâre the only one Iâve ever wanted to kiss.âÂ
You sighed exasperatedly. âI know that you came up with this as a business opportunity and because you thought weâd neverâŠget anywhere, but a long shift is going to be a lot of people.âÂ
âI know,â he sighed, meeting your eyes with an expression in his own that looked a lot like sadness. âBut the fundraiser might just have to come first for nowâ no thatâs not what IââÂ
âPlease leave,â you said, voice wavering a bit, âI donât want to deal with the whole priorities thing right now. We can say we kissed once for fun. Headline it if you must. Later Oikawa.âÂ
You turned away from him and walked towards your closet to find appropriate clothes for the day. You couldnât even stand to look at him right now. Things would become too complicated for you to handle.Â
âY/N, Iâm really sorry.â Oikawa said from behind you, âThat is genuinely not what I meant.âÂ
You turned to face him again, not even able to meet his eyes. âThereâs got to be some semblance of truth in what you said earlier. You love your team Oikawa. They are important. I donât expect you to throw away opportunities for me. Weâre not even dating.â You laughed dryly. âIâd like a bit of space. We can talk a bit later.âÂ
Oikawa seemed like he had a lot more to say, but he wordlessly slipped out of the door, leaving your room noticeably empty.Â
Once heâd left for certain, you collapsed onto the floor and let loose the dam of tears youâd held in for so long.
When Iwaizumi found you in the library, he knew immediately that something was wrong. Your eyes were reddened ever so slightly, covered over by a splash of cold water to the face (most likely), and your usual cheerfulness when you greeted him was a lot less lively.Â
He took the seat beside you, surprised by your lack of response.Â
âHajime,â you said softly, turning over to smile sadly at him, âGood to see you here.âÂ
Correction: something was horrifically wrong.Â
âWhat happened?â He asked softly, wondering what was enough to dampen your normally resilient spirit. Â
âFucking Oikawa,â you laughed sarcastically, âLook at me saying Iâd never get caught up in his web, and then doing exactly that.âÂ
Iwaizumi wrinkled his brow. That day on the bench, heâd known enough to discern that you and Oikawa had some sort of history. That much continued to be made obvious by Oikawaâs constant urge to see you and include you in everything that he and Kuroo didnât think was important enough to invite you to.Â
However, he wasnât sure when you and Oikawa became more than a past set of acquaintancesâŠ.and that stung a little. He understood your reasoning though. Especially if it was as complicated as you seemed to feel at the moment.Â
âWere you guys dating?â
âNo.â You turned to face him in full, and he was struck by the magnitude of just how magnetic you were. Iwaizumi was guilty of being stuck in your orbit. âJust a kiss. Because he sweet talked me into thinking he wanted something.â
âKnowing him, he probably did.â Iwaizumi said, âOikawa has a tendency to be obsessive to get what he wants, but also be blinded by obligations. This was definitely about him headlining the booth, right?âÂ
You nodded, feeling a sudden tightness in your throat at the thought. You werenât ready to confront the morningâs events quite yet.Â
âThat dumbass,â Iwaizumi groaned, âIf heâd told us that he liked you and had actually managed to make a move we wouldâve gladly taken his shift! Who gives a fuck about what the college body wants? Half of them thirst over everyone!â
You laughed a bit at the truth of that statement. âYeah, and Kiyoko told me she was also planning on making a little appearance.âÂ
At this Iwaizumi raised his brow. âOh thatâs about to be carnage.âÂ
âAbsolutely,â you giggled, âWho knows? Maybe youâll be the lucky person.â
Iwaizumi laughed, a sound that was low and sweet and comforting. âI think Iâll leave it to some of the other boys. They deserve a chance after all.âÂ
The two of you grinned at the mental imagery of the team fighting for a chance to interact with your beautiful friend, and suddenly, Oikawaâs shittiness seemed like something far less relevant.Â
Still, even with the humor of the situation came the very uncomfortable realization that you and Oikawaâ-whatever you wereâ-were done if you didnât come to some consensus.Â
You shoved your hands into your face, wondering how the hell youâd managed to go from avoidant and unattached to too attached. Maybe the rumors had some merit. A kiss from Oikawa was all that it took to get so jumbled.Â
Iwaizumiâs warm palm on your back was what brought you back to your senses. He rubbed his slow circles and sat there patiently until you emerged from your cover of shame.Â
âWhat am I going to do?â you asked, voice raw and vulnerable and everything youâd rather it not have been.Â
âWhatever you want to do.â Iwaizumiâs gaze was genuine, soft eyes studying you. âYouâre entitled to your own decisions. Kuroo and I would never ditch you for Shitty you know.âÂ
âItâs for the team,â you whispered, feeling tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. Your vision was hazy, and you blinked slowly to clear the water from your eyes. âSo then why do I feel like this?âÂ
âBecause you care about him, Y/N.â Iwaizumi squeezed your shoulder affectionately, âYou and him clearly bonded on some intergalactic level, so having that be suddenly shattered in favor of something seemingly less important is going to feel like shit. In fact, he is the real piece of crap here.â
âThe team matters.â
âThe team is all about relationships.â Iwaizumi said firmly. âI have a hunch thereâs someone in this tournament that he needs to beat. Thatâs why heâs been obsessively orchestrating the perfect way to raise money to have a practice match beforehand. Still, I wonât deny it. Oikawa is an idiot for doing this to you. You have all the rights to move on with your life.âÂ
âI think Iâm gonna take my space from him for a few days,â you eventually responded. âI think Iâll also not visit the booth. Iâll give Kuroo the sign in advance so he can help with setting up?âÂ
Iwaizumi nodded solemnly. âIf thatâs what you need to do, Iâll be your number one supporter. Iâd still love it if you could stop by though. We love having you around.âÂ
You nodded at him. âIâll be there for you and Kuroo. Always. And you guys can hang out with me at the Cool Down when youâre off shift.âÂ
âOf course,â Iwaizumi smiled, âFor you? Anything.â
âHow do you say, âIâm angryâ in French?â The ping of the recording microphone tapped on as Oikawa paced quickly around his room.Â
âJe suis fĂąchĂ©.âÂ
âHow do you say, âI like to go out with my friendsâ in French?â
âJâaime sortir avec mes amis.âÂ
âHow do you say, âI went to my friendâs houseâ in French?âÂ
âJe ne veux pas continuer.âÂ
âOui Monsieur. Ă BientĂŽt!â His phoneâs recording feature switched off, leaving him in a silent room once again.Â
He was regretful, so much so that he paced around in his room in the hopes that it would give him some sort of clarity. As much as he wanted to approach you, he knew you werenât ready to talk to him right now.Â
âShittykawa,â he heard from his door, opening with a subtlety and closing with a bang. Classic Iwa move.Â
He turned to face his best friend, who at this moment, seemed to be quite irritated with him. He could feel the lecture as certain as one could feel a thunderstorm in the air.Â
Iwaizumi stood, arms crossed in Oikawaâs room, leaning against the wall and pinning him with a look so strong it might as well have been a thumbtack. Oikawa felt rooted in place, and all the words he initially planned on saying left his mouth.Â
âSo Ushijima Wakatoshi happens to be at a school just a bit over,â Iwa started, âI did my research. Why not play a practice match with them to start to see their setting style? Break down their setter, practice receiving from a left-handed person, and maybe we can beat him, right?âÂ
Oikawa sighed, feeling all the fight leave his body. He made his way over to his pale blue rug and sat down. âI know. Itâs ridiculous.âÂ
âWhatâs ridiculous is what you did to Y/N.â Iwaizumi glared at him. âIf youâd said something about liking them and actually successfully getting them to like you, then we wouldâve been perfectly capable of handling the shifts. Hell, even Kiyoko is coming. That alone will give people incentive to come and kiss us.âÂ
âI made a mistake,â Oikawa cringed. He didnât even want to think about the morning. What was intended to be a romantic gesture ended up being a horrible memory. His attempts to distract himself were futile, and he couldnât help but wonder how Iwaizumi had found you. âBut they probably donât want to talk to me.âÂ
Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa sadly. âTheyâre planning on skipping the booth. Theyâve already decided to give their poster to Kuroo so he can help us with set-up. So donât plan on seeing them.âÂ
He grimaced. âNot coming? Really?âÂ
Iwaizumi nodded. âI was pretty unhappy about it, but weâve got to give them space to process everything.â
The minute youâd smiled at him in the airport, talking about âcollege stampedes,â Oikawa knew he wanted nothing more but to know you better. Heâd thanked every lucky star for the seats you had next to each other and relished every moment spent with you.Â
He wondered why you avoided him for the next months, always daydreaming about what heâd say to you when you finally reappeared at practices. Heâd searched for you in your classes, but he always missed you.Â
When you walked into the gym on that fateful day, he thought he had a genuine chance. You were perfect. Your thoughts were exquisite, your smile radiant, and everything about you felt right. When he kissed you, he couldâve screamed to the heavens that his heart was yours.Â
Perhaps that was why his heart seemed to tear a bit at Iwaizumiâs declaration. You wanted to move on from this.Â
âOikawaâŠyou can still fix this you know?â Iwaizumi pulled him up from the rug, noting the reignited spark in his eyes. âYou should probably get the fair set up, find Y/N, and explain yourself. Iâm certain theyâll understand.âÂ
âItâs the least I can do,â he said solemnly, âAnd if they still decide they want nothing to do with me, at least I did my part.â
You found him at Kurooâs place at night when youâd stepped through his door uninvited (like you did at times). In your hands was your laptop, a few pencils, and the sign youâd made for the booth. The last thing youâd expected was to see the person youâd been trying so desperately to avoid.Â
Oikawa, for a moment, looked like heâd seen a ghost. He looked at the door, brown eyes concerned and scanning you as if youâd just walked in through the wall.Â
Nobody said anything. You stood still, too shell-shocked to process the fact that a night before the Cool Down, Oikawa was spending time with Kuroo. In fact, you could barely believe Kuroo had ever allowed Oikawa into his place in the first place, especially when he knew that you were planning on popping in at some point.Â
Kurooâs eyes followed your gaze, finding it landing right on the floor next to Oikawa (as opposed to straight at him).Â
âWell,â Kuroo began softly, âI didnât warn either of you.âÂ
âYou could have,â you said, looking back at Kuroo, âI wouldâve liked to know before I got here.â
âBut then you would have never showed up.â Oikawaâs voice was clear, slicing through the silence of the room with a blade of decisiveness that you hadnât heard from him. He looked you over, seemingly analyzing your health since the day heâd fucked up.Â
âI wasnât planning on running into you,â you admitted, finding the courage to meet his eyes. âIn fact, I was literally just coming to drop off the sign for your booth, talk to my best friend, and then go to bed.âÂ
âPlease let me explain myself.â Everything about Oikawa seemed pleading. His face harbored an expression of guilt so boundless that you werenât sure how to react.Â
You wordlessly sat down in the corner chair closest to Kurooâs door, setting your stuff down on the surface closest to it.Â
âIâm sure Iwaizumi must have told you what it was that we were raising money for.âÂ
You nodded.
âI never had the chance to tell you more about what I struggled with in high school," Oikawa said quietly. âI was surrounded by talented players. Some of them are so talented that I thought I never even stood a chance. I realized at the end of my matches that I deserved to be on the court just as much as anyone else.âÂ
âYouâre a damn good setter Oikawa,â Kuroo interjected, âAnd even Semi admires your sets. Heâs from the same school as Ushijima too.â
âThank you,â Oikawa laughed softly, but even the sound was sad. He turned to meet your eyes. âI was out of line trying to say the volleyball club mattered more to me than what we were getting to be. I was worried theyâd be weird at me for flaking, but theyâre my team. Iwa told me theyâd always have my back. Happy setter happy tosses right?âÂ
You took a moment to process everything that he was saying, ultimately coming to one conclusion. He really did feel bad.Â
âWhy are you so obsessed with having a chance to beat someone you had a rivalry with in highschool?âÂ
Oikawa paused, contemplating your question. His brow was furrowed, and his hands clutched anxiously around nothing, seemingly finding the best words to phraseâwhatever it wasâthat he was feeling.Â
âIt was to give myself the confidence to know I can still beat tough opponents,â he said quietly. âBut it was never worth losing you.âÂ
You gently moved onto the floor, kneeling your way over to where Oikawa sat. When your fingertips skimmed his cheek, cool from the fall time air, he seemed fragile.Â
You gently curved your fingers to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. âAre you sure you mean it?âÂ
âEvery last word.â Oikawa whispers, and maybe against your better instincts, you pull him into an embrace.
As far as Oikawa was concerned, you werenât coming to the booth today.Â
Cool Downâs set up began bright and early, and despite last nightâs emotional clarity, Kuroo was still the one who showed up with the sign.Â
The booth was placed in a central location, but deep enough into the carnival so that after a sweet kiss, everyone could go and support the other clubs. He hadnât been able to spot Kiyoko quite yet, but he was certain they were bound to cross paths eventually.Â
He walked across the grassy area where the carnival was being set up, watching the glorious âCool Downâ sign being placed at the front of the admit area. Many sports teams and board members of academic clubs were helping organize their own booths.Â
âHey Oikawa! I can put up the banner!â Bokuto shouted from across the field, jogging up to their area with a rolled up âMystic Kissboothâ backdrop.Â
âBe careful!â He yelled back, âWe canât have one of our best spikers getting hurt. I need those cross court and straight shots in perfect condition!âÂ
Bokuto grinned so widely that Oikawa couldnât help but grin back. âYou can count on me!âÂ
He took a moment to slouch against the now filled bouncy castle by their stand, clutching his clipboard to his chest. He could practically sense the excitement seeping into the space as the nearby club members set up their stands.Â
Heâd had the opportunity to survey the space beforehand, and was quite pleased with the nearby stations.Â
The art club created a paint gun bullseye game to win handmade trinkets and jewelry. The president stood proudly at the set up side, excitedly loading up paint into the guns. He could already predict the boyfriends whoâd attempt to win there.
To the other side of them was the statistics clubâs probability stand. Theyâd set up numerous games: cards, a wheel, and even ring toss for the chance to win huge prizes. At the present moment, Kuroo was inquiring about the legitimacy of the airpods in one of the memberâs hands (and yesâthey were legit).Â
âThis is pretty amazing, huh?âÂ
Oikawa snapped out of his reverie, only to see Mattsun sporting his classic smirk. He looked around for Makki, but didnât find him.Â
âYeah,â he admitted, âIâm honestly surprised our little flier accomplished this much.âÂ
âIâm not,â Mattsun chuckled, âYouâve been like this since high school Oikawa. Everyone here is really grateful for the rumors. Speaking of whichâŠthink the culprit is going to show up today?âÂ
Oikawa snorted, momentarily horrified at the soundÂ
that escaped him. âThatâs ridiculous. Iâm not planning on being a headliner. Iwaâs got that covered.âÂ
Makki walked into view just a few moments later, looking thoroughly confused. âWhereâs the rest of the team?âÂ
Kuroo walked over at the exact moment, clapping Makki on the back. âWe decided to give them a little break, considering theyâre going to be doing all the kissing later.âÂ
The group gathered together, and Mattsun pointed to the castle. âWhoâs running this thing?âÂ
âOh itâs just a free fun thing the school is putting up.â Oikawa smacked it for good measure.Â
âHow did midterms even go for you guys?â Kuroo laughed, âI pulled what I wanted in all my classes. Somehow. Orgo was a fucking miracle though. I genuinely thought I failed.â
âI was mostly fine,â Mattsun chuckled, âThough we wonât talk about history. Freaking liberal arts.âÂ
Oikawaâs midterms had gone more or less to plan, but the added emotional stress had made it much more difficult to keep cool.Â
Standing there in that grassy field, he felt more at peace than he did the rest of the week.Â
Maybe today would be okay after all.
You and Iwaizumi were in your room trying to devise a plan on how to attend the carnival. The cool wood of your desk hit your wrist as you spread out the makeshift blueprint of the event that Kiyoko had so graciously given you.Â
Iwaizumi paced along the floor, inspecting outfits that you picked out while you devised a mental list of everywhere you wanted to go to maximize your enjoyment. Economic principles were literally designed off of utility, and you wanted to make sure all your contributions would have the best outcome for the clubs and yourself.Â
Midterms had been stressful, and while last nightâs talk had fixed most of what had contributed to that stress, you still wondered about Oikawa. Â
Iwaizumi was the eventâs new headliner, so what did that mean for Oikawa?Â
You werenât sure.Â
The Saturday morning filled your room with sunshine that was comforting. From your window you were greeted with the multicolored leaves of campus, some floating down leisurely to hit the grass.Â
Iwaizumi, it seemed, had finally picked your outfit.Â
âHere,â he gestured, pointing to one of your favorites. âYou rock this one.âÂ
âWhy thank you,â you smiled, tossing him the blueprint. âIâve finally figured out the order Iâm going to tour the Cool Down.â
Iwaizumi caught the paper in one arm, muscles flexing ever so slightly as he did. You nodded appreciatively. He was going to generate a shit ton of money.Â
He put a pen between his lips ever so slightly as he read the marks on the page. âCotton candy. Art booth. Bouncy castle. Stats games. Chemistry lab. Apple dunk to win candy apples. Physics coaster.â He handed the page back. âThatâs a pretty solid list. I think youâre missing something though.â
You pulled the pen out of Iwaâs mouth (surprised at your boldness) and smiled gently at him. âIâll be sure to pop in at some point or be nearby to support you.âÂ
Iwaizumi nodded, âOf course. I just need to beat you at any and all games we visit after my shift.âÂ
You snickered. âNot a chance.âÂ
Iwaizumi simply smirked in response.
âHey, I need two tickets!â A student hollered to her assistant, who at the present moment, was working on acquiring more admit tickets from the roll theyâd customized for the event. âWe have quite the line here.âÂ
âIâm working on it!â The assistant hollered back, jogging over with the entire row.Â
The line for the Cool Down was large, and you were thankful youâd had the foresight to arrive early enough to avoid a majority of the crowd. Being friends with Iwa had its perks tooâthe minute that the admitting team had spotted him, theyâd immediately ushered you to the front so you were in a position to visit him later.Â
Soon enough, you were at the front of the line.Â
âWell hello there friend of Iwaizumi,â the girl at the front smiled, âHow many tickets do you need?â
âJust one,â you said, surprised at the lack of prompt to pay the entrance fee. âWhat about the entrance fee?âÂ
âOh, Iwaizumi took care of that already,â the assistant grinned, handing you a beautifully designed cardstock ticket and tying a wristband around your wrist. âSo you can walk straight in.âÂ
You smiled graciously at the duo. âWow. Iâll go find him and pay him back. Thank you guys.â
Stepping around the ticket distribution center, you walked straight through the decorated entrance area and walked in.Â
For a moment, you were awestruck. The usually empty grass fields were filled to the brim with activity. All around you were the booths of various clubs, all with lines to try them out. You could smell the sweet and tart scent of caramel apples in the distance, and saw a couple trying out the physics clubâs make-shift coaster with a cotton candy in their hands.Â
The late afternoon was brisk and fresh, and you felt the possibilities of the evening unfurl around you. As the sky darkened its hues, the fair would begin to light up from the fixtures that trimmed everyoneâs areas. Everything, from the food areas, to even the Mystic Kissbooth would create a movie-like scene.Â
You decided right there and then that the Cool Down was the best fair youâd ever attended. Youâd never seen anything as well thought out as what you saw today.Â
You made your way to the popcorn area, finding new booths that you hadnât seen on the blueprint. In front of you was a simple dart-throw, with the guarantee of winning a special edition Cool Down shirt if you hit within a certain range.Â
This was intriguing.Â
âHi there,â you said quietly, walking up to the booth. âCan I give this a whirl?â The boothâs president looked up at you shocked for a moment before nodding.Â
âOf course!â He said excitedly, elbowing his shift mate. âY/L/N Y/N, right? We are huge fans of your work. Kuroo has told us so so much about you!âÂ
âMy work?â You asked curiously as they pressed a dart into your palm. âLike my fliers?â
âHell yeah,â the president grinned. âPay if you win okay? I honestly want you to get our design out of it. We were inspired a bit by your Mystic Kissbooth sign.âÂ
In the spirit of good fun, you aimed the dart as best as you could, so surprised when you hit a spot very close to the bulls-eye.Â
âHey!â you shouted excitedly, âI actually got in range!â
The president smiled excitedly. âAmazing! Whatâs your shirt size?â
You told him your size, tucking a good amount of money into the jar. As soon as the soft shirt fabric hit your hands, you were immediately overcome with a sense of pride. The design was beautiful and simple, capturing the essence in the fair in just an image.
âYouâre the design club?â You grinned, âThis is amazing!â
âAh thank you,â the president said bashfully, âItâs an honor to get a compliment from you. Youâre more than welcome to join us. Canva art is still art we love.âÂ
âIâll be sure to consider it!â You waved goodbye to the design booth as you made your way deeper into the fair, a t-shirt in hand.Â
âHey there! Want a chance to win a cool plushie? Come right over!â You turned your head to be met with the sewing club with something that looked a lot like âBop-Itâ set up with sheets of papers next to them.
Out of sheer curiosity you made your way to the booth, finding a larger crowd than you anticipated.
âOkay,â one of the members began, âHere is how this works. You and your competitor will receive a pre-programmed Bop-It machine. Follow the color scheme as closely as you can and note the last color in each sequence on your sheet. If you donât mess up before your partner, you win ANY handmade plush of your choice!â
In front of you, you spotted a couple tucking money into the jar and competing against one another. The round was quick, ending when someone clicked the wrong color. The handmade plushie of the winner was adorable.Â
Somehow, all your observations had led you to the front of the line.Â
âHello,â a student smiled, âDo you have a competitor with you?â
You were about to share a response when you heard a voice behind you. âYeah, they do. Iâd like to play please.â
You were pleasantly surprised to find Kiyoko grinning as she tucked a hefty amount into the jar. The student at the front seemed enamored, and so did the entire line.Â
âShimizu Kiyoko is hereâŠâ they all whispered.Â
âHey Kiyoko,â you smiled, placing your own money in the jar. âPlanning to beat me?âÂ
âOf course.â She grinned mischievously, âI ran a volleyball team. I am competitive enough to beat you.âÂ
The game began as soon as the students got a grip of themselves. You frantically hit the colors and noted them down, only to tie with Kiyoko. Youâd both walked away with adorable plushies, though Kiyoko had forcibly had to ensure that they didnât hand her an extra.Â
âIâm glad to run into you,â you smiled, walking with her further into the grass. âI had no idea what time you were planning to get here.âÂ
âIâm glad I found you.â Her smile was infectious, and soon enough, you stood in front of a candy apple stand.Â
âAre you planning to visit the booth?â You asked her, watching her pay for her apple.Â
âYeah,â she smiled, âOikawa begged me to cover, so I was feeling nice. Though heâs been sulking lately.â
You raised a brow. When you saw him last night, you could feel his fatigue. You felt the stress melt out of him when you pulled him in for a hug, but you hadnât realized the extent of his distress.Â
âHe hasnât kissed today at all,â she smiled knowingly, âI think heâs saving an appearance for a special someone.â
âHeâsâŠ.not headlining?â You were shocked. After everything, it seemed that he really meant what he said.Â
âNope,â Kiyoko wiped some caramel from her lips. âAnd the boothâs sales have been spectacular.âÂ
Standing there in the field, you were hit with the intense urge to see him.
âGo,â Kiyoko smiled, âTheyâve been waiting for you to show up.â
âWeâll catch up.â You smiled as you took off in a jog towards the booth. The wind swept your cheeks as you ran, and you could see the evening sun dip into different colors. Beautiful, you thought, feeling the adrenaline pump through your veins.Â
He really had meant everything. You needed to see him.Â
When you arrived at the booth, you were shocked at the line. So many students lined up, money in hand as they waited for their chance to kiss a volleyball player. You were shocked to see the crowd, watching someone hand Semi a particularly large bill before leaning in for a kiss.Â
You surveyed the booth for Oikawa, but you couldnât find him anywhere. You couldnât stop the thrum of your heart in your chest from overpowering your senses. Where was he? What if you were too late?
At that particular moment, Oikawa walked out from behind the stand, putting some Chapstick onto his lips. And then, he saw you.Â
You stood in line, a large bill in hand and an expression that seemed almost desperate. Oikawa has never seen anyone look more perfect than you did right now. You held a handmade plushie and a shirt, lips flushed from biting them.Â
You met his eyes, feeling your heart shock at the sensation. There he was.Â
Before you even had a chance to think about what you were doing, you ran out of line to him, shoving the bill into his hands.Â
âTooru,â you said breathlessly, looking at him with an expression heâd never seen before. âKiyoko told me you werenât headlining. I was afraid I wasnât going to find you. Iâm sorry for not trusting you.â
Oikawa could hardly hide his shock as the words tumbled from your lips. He studied your cheeks, and smoothed out your wind mused hair with a soft smile. âHey, itâs alright.â
You exhaled, looking at him like he strung the stars. âI thought I wouldnât make it in time.â
Oikawa simply grinned before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.Â
This was different from the last time you kissed. He cupped your face softly and wrapped his other arm around your waist, tracing a small heart into your back. You could feel the curve of his lips as he kissed you softly, pulling you deeper when you smiled back into it. Everything about this was soft, almost loving. It felt like a truce. It felt like a confession.Â
It felt better than both of those things.
When you finally split for air, his smile was nearly blinding. He looked at you like you were a poet and he was your poetry, a product of your purest affections.Â
âGo out with me sometime?â He looked nervous, standing there like he hadnât just kissed you like you were the most special person in the universe.Â
âOf course,â you grinned, pulling him down for another kiss.
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