what it is
summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)
word count: 1.3k
cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses
a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting
“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.
“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.
You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.
Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).
Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.
You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.
Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”
You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.
Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.
You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.
“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”
You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.
“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”
The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—
You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.
Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.
“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.
“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.
You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”
You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?
“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.
“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”
“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—
“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”
Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.
“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.
“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”
Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.
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nasa 。˚۰˚☽˚⁀➷。˚
when i miss you, it’ll change the way I kiss you || pt. 1
Warnings: kissy kisses, slightly suggestive, fluffy fluffs, angst if you squint, mentions alcohol (Ukai)
Ushijima, Osamu, Keishin, Oikawa
✺ Ushijima Wakatoshi
giving your bf the silent treatment for 3 whole days bc he introduced you as his "friend" (to his teammates bc he panicked)
He eventually corrected himself...a day later bc he forgor 💀
Your text messages were filled with his sorries
But after you told him to give you "some space", he decided to stop texting to respect your wishes
It was only when you slowly approached him in the gym while he sat on the bleachers, studying the volleyball in his hands
“You, ok?” he asks quietly, noticing you, still unsure if you'd want to talk to him.
Tears start to form in your eyes and you can’t help but start sniffing away the pity snot
He immediately embraces you, patting your head and giving it a kiss
“I love you,” he says into the tender kiss on your forehead
You move away from his embrace to look up at him
“I-I lob y-” you start to say between sniffs but he cuts you off by placing his lips on yours
"I'm sorry," he says, pulling away.
"I heard you the first time," you respond, making him chuckle. "Also, you don't need to apologize. I overreacted, I'm sorry."
"No, you're fine. You are my lo-"
You take revenge on him cutting you off by kissing him again.
This time the kiss is deeper, as you pull him impossibly closer
His eyes flutter close as you allow his tongue to entangle with yours and you pull at his hair
You fight a smile, hearing a groan erupt from his throat
This kiss was very different from usual
You both clearly missed each other.
˚⁀➷。
✺ Miya Osamu
after a getting into petty fight (that was mostly your fault), you decide to push him away a little
and after a few days of ghosting him, you can’t help but start to miss his smile and the little wrinkles that form around his eyes…
yeah…
That’s when you decide to stop by the Onigiri shop before it opened to speak to him
And he was there…as usual being the early bird he is
When he saw you, he just stared at you.
“Listen…I’m really so-” you start
“I don’t want’a hear it.” He grabs a few boxes of snack bars and organizes them onto the counter
What? So, that’s it?
You kept quiet, thinking about different ways to gain his forgiveness
after what felt like a whole minute, you hear him sigh
“fuck this shit.”
Osamu pushes the boxes to the side and jumps over the counter
“You know, you could’ve just walked around there?” You point at the gate that separates the cash register and the outer room
“This is faster.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you.
“You’re so dramatic,” you laugh.
His gaze softens as he holds your cheek with his palm
“I miss yer laugh,” he says in almost a whisper, “I miss you…and I’m sorry.”
You shake your head. “No, it was my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way.”
"C'mere." He puts his arms around you, leaning down to kiss you
You giggle into his kiss
But when he lifts you up onto the counter, deepening the kiss
You can't help but wallow in the moment as his tongue explores your mouth
It has been so long since you’ve kissed like this and he won’t keep it that way again
"I miss yer kisses," he pecks your lips before moving down your jaw, towards your neck.
"I miss your scent, too," he inhales deeply in your neck before sucking on that one special spot that made you bite your lip.
“Y’all’r confusing as hell. I swear I thought ya'll were gunna break up.” Atsumu appears out of nowhere, stuffing one of the snack bars in his face.
You both jumped at his sound.
“Get out.” Osamu unwraps his apron and throws it at his twin.
"Hey! Didn't you ask me to help you, today?" Atsumu dodges before his twin throws another heavier object at him.
"Oh! Babe, I can help out, too." You face your boyfriend, smiling.
His arm still around your waist, he smiles back. "Alright, then. I guess we'll be spending the day together."
"Hello...I'm still here." Atsumu looks between the two of you smiling at each other. You both never fail to make the man feel single af.
˚⁀➷。
✺ Ukai Keishin
Bc he was constantly having to work and then study between jobs, you barely had time to spend with each other
He never even called for the past week
Maybe he was ghosting you?
stop being dramatic, you thought to yourself
That is why when he texted you one late night to meet up at his place, you (almost) desperately replied back
With a bit of heaviness in your heart, you decide to go meet him
he was sitting on a table on his front yard, a drink in his hand
omg, is he drunk? you think to yourself.
"Hey," you tap his shoulder.
His head turns to you and you see his gaze soften
"Hey," he simply says, taking your hand and placing his cheek in it.
Oh, he isn’t drunk. You sigh in relief
There is a silence that washes over the two of you
"Are you ok?" You ask, staring at him.
“Been better,” he shrugs. Then he looks back at you, smirking. “Of course, you’re here, so I’m feeling a little better.”
“Please don’t overwork, yourself.” You worriedly stroke his cheek with your thumb.
He sighs, feeling comfort in your hand
“Sorry, I didn’t call.”
“No, it’s fine.” You pull your hand away.
“No, even a text would’ve been fine. Gosh, I’m so stupid,” he mumbles to himself.
“You had a lot on your plate.”
“Either way, I should always make time for you.”
You keep quiet, facing his shoes.
“You..know, I missed you.” His voice makes you look back into his golden orbs.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Like a lot,” he says, amused by your tinted cheeks under the glow of the porch light.
He pats his lap, motioning for you to sit.
It only makes you blush more but nonetheless, you accept the invitation.
You sprawl your legs across his lap as he pulls you closer by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder
You feel his chest move as he sighs in content
“Why don’t we stay like this for a minute?” he mumbles.
The intimacy and closeness of your bodies only made you lose your mind, especially since you haven’t seen each other in a while
“Keishin,” you breathe, turning his face towards yours.
Hearing you say his name in such a way after a long time, made his eyes go dark,
You watch his adam’s apple bob on his neck before crashing your lips on his
He moves his lips, reciprocating your movements
and when you tighten your grip on his shirt, he grabs and moves them into his blonde locks.
You tug at his hair as his tongue prods out to unseal your lips
With the way he’s holding and squeezing at your sides, hands moving down to your thighs, has you whining
He takes this as an opportunity to move his lips to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses
Keishin tightens the hold under your thighs, pressing you against him as he stands up, carrying you with him
“Let me make up for all the times we missed out,” he whispers against your skin.
You hug him tightly, nodding at his words.
He chuckles at your response and kicks his door open
With you still tightly in his arms, your bf takes you into his cozy dwelling.
˚⁀➷。
✺ Oikawa Tooru
Oikawa being the biggest heartthrob, despite being taken kinda gets you riled up
You were okay and used to seeing other people simp over him
but what drew the line is seeing a whole dedicated fanclub for him constantly waiting for him after each game
Which got you a little moody especially bc of the fact that you kept texting him to distract him from the fanclub
but he never responds, busy taking photos and signing autographs
It was only until you left, that he noticed your messages
When he read your last one: “Tooru, I’m gonna need some space for now, I’ll call you later”, he felt devastated
For a couple days, he sat in his room, contemplating, if he should text or call you
but he kept waiting for you to call
At some point, you have calmed down and decided to explain how you felt
Instead of calling, you decide to visit him
You walk into his room and there he lays on the bed, blasting the song "Loser" by Charlie Puth
As he was mouthing the lyrics "I'll never recover, I'll never be fiiinne",
Your throw one of the stuffed bears towards him, which makes him startle, pausing the song
"Babe??" he sits up on the bed, looking like he’s seen a ghost.
"You didn't lose me, loser."
He looks down, not speaking.
"Look," You start, grabbing his hands. "I was really jealous seeing all those girls fangirl over you. What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to tell you who you can and cannot talk to. Because, I trust you. I always did. They were just really pretty and I don't know..."
"Hey." Before you could ramble on, Oikawa sits up, clasping his fingers with yours. One hand goes up to your cheek, thumbing it gently. “You’re the prettiest.”
“Thanks but, you’re only saying—”
He moves in to kiss you. “And the smartest,” he murmurs.
“Okay, I’m not that smart,” you laugh, your smile lightening the room.
“Smarter than me,” he says before continuing.
“And…wait I didn’t finish…the coolest.”
He uses boths hands to squish your cheeks and kiss you again. “And the CUTEST”
“Alright, you can stop now,” you roll your eyes.
“Annnnd…” he smirks, seeing you blush. “the sexiest,” he whispers, his voice darkens.
Oikawa lowers his hands to your waist as he moves in closer to your lips, this time, closing his around yours.
You begin moving your lips in sync with his, your hands making its way into his brown hair.
He pulls your waist to move you on top of him as he falls back on the bed
His lips stay connected to you, moving down your neck
“I take it that we’re okay now?” he asks, breathlessly, between kisses.
You nod. “I’m sorry, I overreacted.”
“It’s okay. I suffer from jealousy bc of you, too.” He softly moves your hair behind your ear, grinning widely.
“Shut up,” you say, trying to fight a smile but failing.
“I can try,” he says cockily before placing his lips against you again.
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“your phone will crack if you keep gripping it as tight as that.” oikawa blinked and immediately loosened the death grip he was clutching his phone with upon his best friends warning. “sorry.” the setter mumbled as his eyes fixated onto your figure from afar. iwaizumi sighed as he followed his captains line of vision and was met with the sight of you and a boy he knew oikawa wasn’t particularly fond of.
“why the hell is he always talking to them like that?” the brunette hissed quietly as he watched your boyfriend scold you for the nth time that day. “i don’t know, couples fight?” iwaizumi ran a hand through his dark hair and leant off the lockers to stand straight. “if i was dating them we wouldn’t fight.” oikawa scoffed as the two watched on from a distance. the argument wasn’t severe enough for the pair to feel like they had the right to intervene; so they didn’t.
the boys watched as you and your boyfriend walked out of sight and towards the exit of the school before iwaizumi huffed and pat his friends shoulder to move him along for practice. the captain was silent during the walk to the boys changing rooms as he thought back to the many times he’d seen you fed up at the hands of your nagging boyfriend. he wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t just break up with him, but iwaizumi was always quick to remind him that it was none of his business, but today was the final straw.
oikawa tooru was about to make it his business.
practice went by as it always did and oikawa found himself sat on his bed, phone in his hand with your empty chat history on his screen. he knew it was wrong, he didn’t want to be known as a home wrecker, but was it really home wrecking if there was clearly no home in your relationship to begin with? you deserved better, and oikawa was better.
he stalled before typing wanting to be cautious with his words. he’d never really had to message anyone first in a romantic aspect. people clung to him everywhere he went so he never had to make the first move. oikawa made a silent prayer of thanks to whichever god had blessed him with both looks and charm because the anxiousness out of having to make the first move he was feeling right now wasn’t something he was sure he’d ever be able to get used to. ‘this is probably how mattsun and makki have to live.’ the setter thought as a flash of sympathy struck him momentarily before turning his attention back to his phone.
having no experience with making the first move, oikawa decided being blunt was the best approach. it would be easier to get straight forward answers from you right from the start.
‘you got a boyfriend?’
he pressed send and switched off his phone and refused to open it back up again until at least five minutes after your reply. his sister had taught him that overly eager men came across as desperate and one thing oikawa would never allow himself to be known as was desperate, especially when he knew deep down he was desperate for one person; you.
ten minutes went by before his phone lit up and the boy immediately went to view the new notification on his lock screen.
‘i do.’
your reply bothered him. your boyfriend didn’t deserve the title. not with the way he treated you anyway.
oikawa decided four minutes was long enough to wait before replying. still going for the blunt and clear approach, he made his frustrations clear in his next reply.
‘i’ll find him a new one. i want you.’
his heart slammed against his chest. was he too forward? perhaps, but he meant it. he wanted you and he was sure he could’ve had you a long time ago if only he was faster than the loser who now undeservingly had the title of your boyfriend.
his nerves didn’t settle for the next few minutes and he knew they wouldn’t settle until he got your reply. he had an inkling he’d scared you off, made you feel a little uncomfortable but he didn’t want that. you deserved someone who’d treat you right, shower you with nothing but utter love and admiration. you deserved him and considering the time he’d waited and masses of people he’d rejected during that wait; he deserved you.
his breath hitched as his phone screen lit up once more.
‘his type is academics who are shorter than him and like to listen. find one that fits that description and then we’ll talk about me being yours.’
oikawa smiled before pulling up his long list of followers to go through. he’d make sure to find at least eight of this guys specific type tonight.
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