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— her remora; oikawa tooru

⤷ growing up with a silver spoon in your mouth, you were thought to have everything. that is, until you meet a man that went by the name oikawa tooru

➳ pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

➳ additional characters: akaashi keji

➳ genre: fluff

➳ word count: 4.5k

➳ warnings: toxic-ish parents

➳ written by: kiri ♡

— notes; this was inspired by two tiktoks found here & here it was too cute not to write and so i spent abt 5 hours writing this in one go. enjoy!

— more notes; also thank you to @loneveenas and @thelittlebirdthattoldyou for beta reading this!

remora [rem-er-ah]: an obstacle, hindrance or obstruction

Since the moment you were born, you were given everything in life. From your ever-growing trust fund to your luxurious lifestyle that included maids upon maids to always having someone at your beck and call. Yes, you were raised to have everything handed out to you on a silver platter. But the one thing that was never given to you was to choose for yourself. Your whole life, your parents chose everything for you. The staff who watched you grow up more than your parents ever did, the frilly outfits that they deemed ‘feminine and graceful’, — but in your eyes were atrocious and did not suit you one bit — even the ‘friends’ you had growing up. All looked at carefully by your parents who wanted to raise the perfect daughter to showcase to the world.

Not once did you ever get to have a voice for yourself. You were seen as the object of perfection, and that meant doing whatever your parents wanted. Being taught that ‘good girls listen to their parents’, you held your tongue whenever you disagreed with something they planned.

“(Y/N), darling, your harp instructor will be there thrice a week and your dance instructor twice a week. Make sure to be on your best behaviour,” your mother cooed, over the phone. “Remember, you were born to be perfect, because—”

“Perfectionism is key, yes mother I understand.” your mother stayed silent on the other line and you knew she was unhappy with something.

“I thought I told you that interrupting is rude and impolite (Y/N). I’ll be adding on more etiquette lessons to your schedule.”

Your shoulders deflated, “I’m sorry mother. I’ll do better.” After another quick reprimanding, your mother hung up, her final sentence being, “Remember the upcoming gala your father is hosting (Y/N). It will be here in 2 months time, so please be sure you perfect your lessons by then.” Resisting the urge to slam the phone back onto its stand, you clenched your hands into tight fists.

You were trapped in a birdcage, with no way to escape. Or so you thought.

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Taking a deep breath of air, you hopped out of the carriage and onto the fresh pavement. After telling a white lie to one of the new maids — that your mother told you to go fit some dresses she had made for you — you found yourself at your city square. You brought your hand up to lift your hood onto your head. Although you rarely went out — another rule set by your parents; you have no reason to socialize with the common folk — you were still well-known because of your parents. The wealthy men and women that frolicked in the square would definitely tell your parents if they had seen you out here. The moment you relaxed your shoulders, they tensed up once again at the presence of someone behind you. You looked over to see the same maid you had tricked into leaving the estate. You blew a puff of air, ‘No matter where I go, mother and father are always with me.’

As long as this maid was with you, you wouldn’t be able to relax. Just this once, you wanted to be off on your own, without anyone, especially your parents, reminding you of who you were. “I need to go visit my harp instructor to ask a question. In the meantime, could you go to the boutique and check on the dresses.”

The maid looked skeptical, “But Miss, I was told to always stay with you when we ventured outside the estate.” You gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Yes, and I was told by my mother that I had to be home before noon, which leaves us with,” you looked over to the clocktower that stood in the center of town, “barely an hour. What I need to discuss with my instructor will take at least thirty minutes and if we don’t get back in time you may be held responsible.” The young maid’s face went pale and she nodded her head before quickly running off to the boutique that certainly had no order of dresses your mother had ‘wanted’.

Keeping your head low, you strolled around the town, making sure to stay far from where the carriage stopped. Without having the eyes of someone following you, you were able to loosen your shoulders and actually breathe for once. Something you haven’t been able to do since, well, ever. Hearing the laughter of children, you lifted your head up to see a small fenced-in house a few feet away from where you stood. In the field of the house, you could see small children running around a male that looked to be your age. The young man was tossing some sort of ball up in the air for the kids. But one of the boys hit it a bit too hard, and the ball went flying past the fence, bouncing on the ground until it started to roll towards your feet. Picking up the object, you could hear the quick footsteps of someone coming towards you.

“Sorry about that,” a soothing voice rang in your ears. You glanced up to see the young man that had been playing around with the kids standing on the other side of the fence. You raise the ball up to him, without saying a word. “Thank you, are you new in town?”

“I’m sorry?”

The brunet male hopped over the fence, “This is a pretty small town, so everyone knows about everyone who lives here.” He starts to toss the ball in the air, hitting it with his fingertips. “I ought to remember your pretty face around here.”

Blushing slightly from the compliment, you reply, “You could say I’m visiting.” It wasn’t a total lie. You were in fact visiting the town square. The male hummed as a response, continuing to toss the ball up in the air. You narrowed your eyes, “You know, it’s rude not to look at someone when you’re having a conversation.”

The young man looked at you, the ball falling on top of his head due to the lack of movement from his arms and hands, “Ow. Sorry about that, Princess.”

Your brows furrowed at the name. “I am not a princess.”

“I don’t know, the princesses I know of are always wearing a hooded cape, have a maid running after them and ride in carriages.�� he smirked at you.

Fiddling with said hooded cape, you tilted your head and looked at the man in front of you. “How are you so sure that I have a maid and ride in a carriage?”

He chuckled in response. “Not sure. Maybe it’s something about that panicked maid who just came out of the carriage behind you.” Pointing in the direction behind you, you turned and spotted the maid that had accompanied you during this outing. ‘Uh oh’ you thought to yourself.

“Miss (Y/N)! I had gone to your harp instructor’s residence, but he told me that you did not pay him a visit!” the maid sputtered out. “Oh, did I say harp instructor? I meant dance instructor.”

Your shoulders tensed up as you walk towards the carriage, the maid frantically walking beside you. “Besides that, shall we head home?” You entered the carriage, taking off the hood once you took a seat. Looking out the window, you could see the brown-haired man standing where you left him, staring at you. When he noticed that you were looking, he gave you a smile and a wave, “Hope to see you soon, Princess!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, puffing out your cheeks slightly. “I am not a princess,” you whispered.

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Although you had an odd first meeting, you couldn’t get the boy with the ball out of your head. There had been something about him that sparked curiosity in you. There was an urge to go speak with him again, as if the world wanted you to see him once again. Before you knew it, you were coming up with ideas to get out of the house. Luckily for you, your mother needed you to accompany her to one of the boutiques she handled. Something about fitting some dresses for the gala. “You need to look your very best darling. The night of the gala is very important for you and our family.” Paying no mind to what she said, you got ready to leave the estate once again.

Not even ten minutes into you trying on dresses, your mother got a phone call that needed her to fly out of the country. Again.

“I have to leave, (Y/N). The minute you’re done fitting these dresses you go straight back home.” she didn’t even wait for a reply from you, as she exited the boutique and entered a second carriage that appeared out of nowhere. An hour passed, and you put back on the clothes you arrived with. There were two of the house staff that accompanied you and your mother, and once you snuck past them, your feet brought you back to the small fenced-in house that you stumbled upon a week ago.

Not sure whether to stay past the fence and wait for someone to come out, you decided to walk up to the front porch of the house, knocking on the door lightly. A minute passed and you were about to knock again, when the door creaked open and revealed the same brown hair you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Princess! To what do we owe the honour?” the male smiled, surprised to see you there.“Again, I am not a princess. However, I did come to visit. May I come in?”

He hesitated, glancing towards the back of the house, before opening the door wider so that you could walk in. “Be our guest,” he bowed, lifting his head at you to stick the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth. You chuckled, before recomposing your face.

He walked down the hall towards the kitchen, you following him. Your eyes stayed on the walls of the house. They were covered with picture frames. You glanced over each frame to see a variety of kids and a few adults. You noticed that some kids weren’t in some photos, and some were in a couple. One thing that was made apparent was the small brown-haired, brown-eyed boy that was in every picture. Your eyes trailed off to the picture posted right before you entered the kitchen. Crouched in the middle of the small children was the same male that took over your thoughts.

“Care for some tea?” You looked over to see him holding a small tea pot. Nodding, you walked over and took a seat at the small table. Pouring you a cup, you could smell the sweet aroma that wafted to your nose. It left a calming effect on you. “You know, you never told me your name.”

Lifting your gaze, you saw him sitting across from you, his chin placed on the palm of his hand as he looked at you. “Well it’s definitely not ‘Princess’, so you may as well stop calling me that.” You took a sip of the tea. It tasted different. It didn’t hold the same bland tea that your parents kept in the kitchen. This tea held more love. “Besides, I don’t know your name either.”

The man opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a young child’s voice. “Tooru-nii.” The two of you looked up to see a small girl rubbing her eyes, as she held the ears of a stuffed rabbit tightly in her first. The man named ‘Tooru’ stood up and walked over to the young girl, crouching down to reach her eye level.

“Hey, what’s wrong Mika?” he asked, as he held a worried expression on his face. “Bad dream?” Mika nodded her head, a few tears could be seen in her eyes. Tooru lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the table you were sitting at. He placed her on a chair beside you and walked over to the cupboard. Looking back at Mika, you found her staring at you with wide eyes.

“You’re really pretty,” she complimented. You smiled at the girl’s purity. “Thank you, Mika, I think you’re pretty too. You and your bunny.” She brought up the stuffed bunny to her chest and hugged it tightly.

“Are you Tooru-nii’s girlfriend?”

Your eyes widened at the question, at the same time you heard the sound of a pot being dropped and shifted your gaze over to Tooru. He turned around and smiled sheepishly before going back to what he was doing. You looked back at Mika before you shook your head. “No, I’m not his girlfriend.” Mika smiled back at you. “Oh good. You’re too pretty to be his girlfriend!”

You brought a fist up to your mouth to refrain from laughing. “Hey! I’m pretty too, Mika.” You see Tooru walk back to the table holding a cup of something and placing it in front of Mika.

Mika scrunched her nose at the brunette, “You can’t be pretty! You’re a boy!”

Taking a sip of her drink, Tooru frowned at her. “I think boys can be pretty too Mika,” he huffed out. “Right...” his sentence trailed off and you looked over to see him looking at you. You stared back at him before you gave in.

“(Y/N).” You finished his sentence and turned to Mika. “And I think boys can be pretty too.” Mika shrugged her shoulders and finished her drink before getting up from her chair and running out the kitchen and up the stairs.

“So the Princess has a name,” Tooru said, in a teasing tone. You glared at him.

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Ever since that second encounter with Oikawa Tooru, you found yourself rebelling against your parents more often just to visit the male. Befriending one of the maids, she had told you of a secret underground tunnel that led to the outskirts of town square. You used this information to sneak out at night, when all the staff was asleep, to go meet Tooru.

“Back again, Princess?” Tooru teased, when he saw you walking up the path. You rolled your eyes, but showed off one of your award-winning smiles, “How many times have I told you? I’m not a ‘Princess’.” You looped your arm through his and the two of you strolled through a small forest.

“Well, even though you’re not a real Princess,” Tooru stopped walking, crouching down to pick up a daisy off the side of the path. Turning back to you he offered you the single flower. “You’ll still be a Princess in my eyes.” You accepted the gift, a soft blush dusting your cheeks.

Before it was a weekly thing between the two of you, but two months passed and the two of you were meeting almost every night. Tooru had become your escape from the harsh rules under your parents’ house. With him, you were able to just be yourself and not the perfect little girl your parents raised you to be. The two of you were able to talk about anything and everything. He learned of your uptight lifestyle growing up, and you learned of his hardship growing up.

“Dance lessons?” the brunet asked. “I thought you said you didn’t have dance lessons Tuesdays.”

You took a seat on the grass that sat next to a quiet river. Tooru had brought you to a meadow, not far from town square. “That’s before I took a misstep while showing my parents my ‘improvement,’” you sigh, hugging your legs to your chest and placing your chin on your knees. “Now they added two more days on top of my hard and etiquette lessons.”

You let out a sound of frustration. Being met with silence, you look up to see Tooru offering a hand down to you. You looked at him with confusion. “I’m sure you’re an amazing dancer.”

Smiling, you took his hand and stood up. “I didn’t know you danced.” Leading you towards the middle of the field, Tooru positioned himself to dance the ‘Waltz’. “I may have a few moves up my sleeves.”

The two of you chuckled, before Tooru started to lead you. A few moves was an understatement. Tooru seemed like he had been dancing all his life with how easy you could follow him. You and Tooru danced alone, for what seemed like forever under the light of the moon. When the two of you came to a stop, you were out of breath, but a smile sat on your face.

“That was the most fun I had dancing since I started learning,” you said. The two of you started to walk back to town, for it was about time that you started walking back to your estate. “I didn’t even make a mistake!”

Tooru kept a hand behind you, on the small of your back as you walked. “Maybe you just needed the right dance partner.”

One of the biggest things you learned about Tooru was that he was an orphan. The house that you stumbled upon two months ago turned out to be the town’s orphanage. It made sense once you looked back at it. The picture frames that held different children in each photo. All but one child, Oikawa Tooru. He had revealed that he was abandoned as a baby, left on the steps of the house for the owners to find. Once he became a legal adult, he was able to move out of the orphanage and get a job in town. But his attachment to his old home stayed within him, and he visited the orphanage often to play and watch the young children.

When he first revealed to you the truth about him, you didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry Tooru. You didn't have anyone growing up?” you asked. The male smiled softly at you, “No, I had all the kids and the adults growing up here.” he sat up, on the grass. “They became my family.”

You placed a hand on top of his hand, “I’m glad you were able to find your family with them.” Tooru shifted his gaze to you, “I'm glad to have the orphanage too. Without being there that day, I wouldn’t have met you.”

You stared into Tooru’s warm brown eyes. Although his story was sad, you found no trace of that emotion in them. Instead, they stared back at you filled with an emotion you never felt before meeting him. That emotion was love.

It was then that you found yourself falling for the man. He gave you the one feeling that your own parents never once showed you. He looked out for you, when your parents didn’t — only doing so when it benefited them.

“Hey there Princess.” you smile when you see Tooru waiting for you at the end of the tunnel. “Anyone catch you?”

You shook your head, “I’m here aren’t I?”

“How was your day?” Tooru asked, as the two of you walked under the starry night. You let out a sigh.

“My parents came home today.”

“Oh yeah? How was it?”

You shrugged your shoulders — something your mother hated — “The usual. They wanted me to show them my improvement of dance and the harp.”

Tooru looked down at you, “And?”

“And what? They said I was nowhere near ready for this stupid gala,” you said. “Even though I’ve been taking these lessons for who knows how many years. I’m never perfect enough for them.”

You stopped walking and hung your head down low, feeling your eyes well with tears. “I work so hard to please them, but nothing I do is right!” You placed your head in your hands as you started to sob. “I just want someone to be proud of me.”

You could hear Tooru shuffle around, before you felt his warm arms wrap around you. Snaking your arms around his waist, you hugged tighter, as if the moment you let go, you’d be left alone again.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/N).” He caressed your head. “The fact that you’re still standing through all of this has me in awe you know?”

He pulled away slightly and stared straight into your eyes, “Your parents may pick at these little things, but everything about you from your fidgety fingers to your wrinkling nose when you laugh is perfect in my eyes. So please,” he rubbed a tear away from your eyes, “don’t cry over this.”

You pushed your head into your chest, and just stayed like that. His familiar scent comforted you in the dark of night.

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“I-I beg your pardon?” All you could hear was a ringing sound in your ear.

“(Y/N), what did we say about stuttering?” Your father looked up at you from his desk, your mother standing beside him with her hand perched on his shoulder. They looked like the perfect couple, if not for the fact that they were only together for money. “Nevermind that, your engagement to Akaashi Keiji will be announced at the gala in three days.”

“Father, if I may ask,” you waited for your father’s signal to continue, “why am I only hearing of this engagement now? Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

Your father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “(Y/N), do not question this. This marriage will be good for you and the family.”

“But, I don’t even know him.” Your brows furrowed. “I don’t love him, how can I marry someone I don’t love?”

Your parents stared at you. “Darling, love doesn’t make a family successful. Do you think your father and I married for love? Our parents arranged us together because it would lead to a successful partnership.”

“Your mother is correct. Look at our family now, do you think you’d be living like this without a care in the world if we hadn’t married?”

You started to blink frantically, the information coming at you too soon, “B-But—”

“(Y/N),” your father said, in a serious tone. “Do you think we don’t know about your late night rendezvous with that commoner?” You freeze at what your father said. “W-What?”

“Don’t act foolish, (Y/N). We know how you sneak out at night.” your father didn’t spare you a glance. “From this point on, you are forbidden from going out of the house unless I or your mother are with you. Members of staff will be standing at your bedroom door to make sure you don’t try to sneak out again.”

“Father. that’s—”

“No, (Y/N).” You froze, the eyes of your father staring you down. “As long as you’re my daughter you follow my rules. Do you understand?”

You didn’t reply.

“(Y/N), do you understand?” your father asked once again.You bit your lip to suppress your frustration.

“Yes father.”

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Three days had come and gone, and you spent those three days stuck in your room — given the last few dance lessons you had. Just as your father said, there was always a staff member standing guard at your door. You couldn’t even tell Tooru what had happened. Instead, you were left to think how he was alone waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.

The night of the gala your parents kept working for arrived, and you dreaded each second of it. In your dressing room, of the venue of the gala, you slipped into a soft blue gown that complimented your skin tone. The maids that were helping you did your hair and makeup. You needed to look your best. You needed to be perfect.

“Smile, Miss (Y/N),” the maid that you befriended said as she placed a necklace on you, “it’ll be a happy night. Trust me.”

Once finished, you walked down the halls of the enormous building. The minute you were introduced to the guests, you spotted your parents waving you over to another couple, and a young man that looked almost as bored as you were.

“Here she is, our perfect little girl,” your father smiled. “(Y/N), introduce yourself to the Akaashi family.”

“Good evening, my name is (L/N) (Y/N).”

Your mother pursed her lips at your incomplete introduction. “Why don’t we leave these two to chat?” Your mother smiled, as her, your father and the Akaashi family walked off.

You stayed standing with Akaashi Keiji, looking around the room at the other guests. “So, we’re getting engaged,” you said.

“Mhm.” Keiji took a sip of the champagne he was holding. “Did you have a say in it?”

You laughed, “Of course not, did you?” Keiji shook his head. “What amazing parents right?”

“The best.” The two of you laughed, and you felt a little at ease. The two of you made small talk. The easiest topic to talk about was how overbearing your parents were.

“They fired her?” you gasped. Keiji had been telling you the story of him and his lover. He had fallen in love with their family’s seamstress, and after getting caught, his parents fired her and sent her away immediately.

“Yeah, I tried to go after her, but she disappeared without a trace.” he smiled sadly. “What about you? You mentioned a commoner that you had met?”

Before you could reply, both your parents stood up on the stage at the front of the room, gathering everyone’s attention. It looked like they were just about to announce the engagement. However, the moment right before they revealed the news, the doors to the room were bust open, causing everyone to turn their heads. As if fate was telling you to turn your head, you looked to see Tooru standing in the doorway, wearing a suit that matched your dress and breathing heavily.

“Tooru?” you whispered. You started to walk forward.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your father shout, causing you to turn your head back to the stage. You could see the anger on his face. ‘No,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I’m not letting them dictate my life anymore.’

You turned towards Keiji. “I’m so sorry,” you said to him. He shook his head at you. “Don’t be; go get your happily ever after.” You gave Keji — your new friend — a smile that said ‘thank you’ before you lifted up your gown and rushed over to the man who had your heart.

“(Y/N)!” your mother shrieked out. But you didn’t care at this point. This was your chance to finally escape your parents’ wishes,and to finally do something you choose to do.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, taking Tooru’s head once you reached him.

“I came to rescue you, Princess.” he winked. You laughed and the two of you ran down the hall. Stopping briefly to take off the heels that were aching your feet, Tooru held them in the hand that wasn’t in yours. You could hear your mother and father shouting at you, but you didn’t care.

Oikawa Tooru was giving you a way out. No, he was your way out.

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