#cutiekawa

[oikadori]

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I'm never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with...well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

Please reblog if you like it!

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[chaotic-blueberry-sunshine]

OIKAWA TOORU q(≧▽≦q) *insert simping noises*

#haikyuu #oikawa #oikawawithglasses #oikawa appreciation post #the great king #prettykawa #cutiekawa

[gojosattoru]

i love your edits so so much thank you for your work 🥺🥺🥺🤲❤️

awww thank you so much cutie ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ made me very happy your message hon!! you don't have to thank me, it's a pleasure to create them and share with you all *hugs*

#reply #lovely messages #wish you a lovely day/night bby!! #cutiekawa

[rintarhoes]

Hiii, we haven’t interacted much but wanted to say hiii !!! 🥺💞 how are you?

HSKSJKSJ HI LOVE !! no we haven't indeed 😔 and im usually too shy to be slipping in people's inbox 🤡 bUt HEY LOVE !! I'm doing okay, I suppose. How are you? I hope you've been having a nice day, lovely!!

#;bubble #cutiekawa #ALSO OMG #I LOVE YOUR URL BABE #oh and are you okay with terms of endearment? 🥺 #;chains

[volexis]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY 🎊💞🎊

h-hi 👉👈

val hiii i’m so sorry i literally just got the notification 😭 you’re so incredibly sweet tysm 🥺

five things i like about myself:

my nails, just painted them yesterday so they’re v cute

i’m good at chemistry (it’s one of the subjects all my friends struggle in so i’m low key proud i’m doing well?)

the fact that I can play the piano

my smile (three years with braces will do that to you lmao)

i can bake a really nice key lime pie!

#so good morning (ig?) #I just woke up I’m sorry 😭 #hope you’re doing well!! 💕 #elle gets mail #cutiekawa

[toorustoes]

Hiii i just started using Social dummy to make hq text messages but idk how to make more messages fit in the same screenshot 😫 i love your posts and i was wondering how do you do it 🥺👉👈 Stay safe! 💞💞

hiya! I mainly use the texting yourself method on your iPhone to make my texts just because I’m cheap and refuse to pay to get unlimited messages but whenever I make gcs on there I just fit as many as I can and then I take a screenshot of it and make a new groupchat with the same people and repeat until I’m done

if you’re talking about if there’s more room at the bottom for texts then you can always edit more texts in there by making more texts, screenshotting those, and edit it to the orginal texts

#idk if you understood all rhat vut if you have anymore questions feel free to send more asks or slide into my dms #asks #cutiekawa

[sweethq]

Heyy i loved your HQ messages. I recently downloaded social dummy but...holy cow how do you manage to make those perfect screenshots? 🤩🤩 how do you make all the messages fit ? Mines doesn’t look like that ☹️

hello love!! for my texting fics i actually don’t use social dummy, i just text myself and then delete the messages i don’t need (if that makes sense)!!

also we should be friends uwu 🥺

#asks 💌 #cutiekawa

[wissbby]

I came here because of aisla and then i found your oikawa anon and 📈📈💗 🥺

hi there, cutie!

hsusgwusg, I'm so in love with Aisla- she's so sweet and I just- I appreciate her so much 😔

BUT RIGHT? THE ANON IS SO CUTE-

I've been so soft ever since Tōru popped up 🥺 He really makes my heart race

#cutiekawa #the anon really said #yes i am gonna steal your heart #and just RAN #wiss.asks

[hajimesh]

the way i read anything spanish and come running to a blog skdjjd hii omg i'm new here but this looks so freaking pretty i'm in luv

in that case, holaaaa !! hehe omg welcome and thank uu, hope u enjoy ur stay ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ dfhsjkw u are so sweet <33 do u speak spanish??

#and your url is so cUTE !! #[ ✉️ ] #🕊.cutiekawa

[oikadori]

“You are perfect” simple as that

Ushijima reacting to his s/o walking to him during practice with a birthday gift.

Ushijima x f!Reader

AHHHHH, this was supposed to be a short hc, but I couldn’t keep myself from writing more. I’m celebrating him a week later ಥ_ಥ ... So sorry Ushiwaka. Anyways...enjoy! Thanks for reading ♡

WC: 726

Genre: fluf 

 Ushijima is really touched by the gifts you give him

 The small details you give him never fail to steal a faint smile from his lips

   As much as you pay attention to the little things Ushijima likes, you will do some research to get him the ultimate birthday gift.

  That means asking Tendou ‘Oh, so you’re looking for a present for Wakatoshi-kun. So cute!’

   I feel like he will be oblivious that the gift is for him, even when it’s his birthday this bb

    Ushijima never wastes a second to open, eat or use whatever you give him

   He finds endearing the way you blush because of him and keeps those reactions deep inside his mind.

  He turns the protective switch on whenever you nervously look everywhere but him and would give you a small smile or a soft look, reassuring you. If he is feeling bolder, he’ll get more affectionate.

    Ushijima loves every single detail you give him, so with a birthday gift he would not hesitate in showing how much he adores you.

“Y/N?”, you bumped against a board chest, meeting Ushijima’s confused look. You quickly hide the box you carried behind your back as your cheeks turn slightly red. He loves when you come to watch him practice but…Hadn’t you told him you were busy today?

“Are you looking for someone?” he asks you clueless. You look at him biting your lips, searching for words while Ushijima looks calm as ever making you even more flustered.

“I- Happy Birthday Toshi” you close your eyes as you handle him the box, trying to hide your burning cheeks. Ushijima stares at you in awe after blinking a few times.

“Oh, Wakatoshi-kun, what is it? Open it up, I want to see!” Tendou yells, gesturing the rest of the team to approach. Ushijima stares at the box and before his hands start to open it up, he instinctively looks at you, catching your nervous expression. ‘Too many people’ you think to yourself and start looking for the nearest exit.

“Can I?” his voice asks incredibly soft, making your rushed thoughts stop abruptly. You  give him a slight nod.

Ushijima’s heart jumps at the sight of a framed photo of the two you at your first date alongside a Volleyball T-shirt and some mangas. A big ‘Aww’ comes from Tendou, and you immediately try walking away to hide from the multiple stares.

A large hand reaches your forearm and pulls you gently, you turn back to face Ushijima’s face wearing a small smile.

“Did you like it?” You quietly ask not looking at him. Without saying a word Ushijima wraps his arms around you, covering you from any curious stare.

“Yes,” he simply says, leaning to kiss your cheek,  “Thank you (Y/N)” You find yourself wrapping your arms around his waist tightly, feeling yourself relaxing at the warmth of his body.

“I-I hope the shirt fits you” you shyly remark, Ushijima’s hold tightens and he plants a light kiss on your hair.

“It’ll perfect, I’m sure”

 ~

A few hours later you are sitting on Ushijima’s bed, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the bathroom door opening. “Y/N” your boyfriend is wearing your gift with a shy look …apparently, you are terrible guessing sizes. The T-shirt wraps his bulky torso in such a way that leaves little  to imagination, you find yourself blushing at the breathtaking sight of Ushijima.

“Oh my god, Toshi! I am so sorry!  Tendou...told me that was your size” You cover your face in embarrassment and drop yourself onto the bed. Ushijima finds himself falling for your reactions and is quickly above you, taking gently your hands away from your face. He stares lovingly into your eyes, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You are perfect” your eyes melt in his, feeling your ears turning red, your hand caresses his cheek. Ushijima shyly leans to your touch and can’t help to smile.

“We’ll have to go out to change it, right?” you nervously laugh and Ushijima flops down beside you. His hands wrap your figure and pulls you closer, inviting you to snuggle closer. 

“Later. Right now, I want to stay like this” you both share a tender look before you close your eyes, placing your head over his chest. “I really like you (Y/N)” 

“I really like you too, Wakatoshi. Happy birthday”

I basically re-made this one, I got kinda blocked but I’m happy how it turned out. First time writing for this baby, I hope I got him right. 

(Reblogs are very appreciate) (◕ヮ◕)

Thanks for reading ♥ ! (^▽^)

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[shunsuiken]

pretty wife how are you love?!!

VAL MY LOVE HELLO 😻 IM DOING GOOD !! just in class with my coffee HOW ARE YOU ??

#i swear this reaction pic makes me snort everytime jsjdjdjsnd #track: cutiekawa💿 #joy.mail📩

[katsulovee]

kisses u what else?😌

hmm you can decide that babygirl

#SCREAMSFUGJF #v.i.p [⭐️] #oihina’s val! #cutiekawa!!

[mymegumi]

ohh new url sksks so sexc 🔥🔥

YOURE SO SEXY BESTIE PLS 😫😫😫 omg how does it feel being LEGAL 🤪🤪🤪

#cutiekawa ; val <3 #— val 🕊 #; valene ! #lookin up to me

[come-on-shitty-boys]

Ohhh, wait your writing is amazing and you also are a gamer?? 💗💗💗 what games do you like to play 👉👈🥺

idk if I'd call myself a gamer 😅 But I love anything from the Legend of Zelda franchise 🥴 I have like 300+ hours logged in breath of the wild. Farming games, as lame as that sounds, are some of my favorites, so Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon. My friend recently got me OBSESSED with Risk of Rain 2, so I just bought it because I zero self control.

Ummm I really like classics ig?? I don't do much PC gaming, but I have a NES and a SNES back home and an old Sega console, so the old Sonic games and Super Mario have a special place in my heart 🥰

#shitty has mail #shitty talks: games #cutiekawa 💫

[kujirise-blog]

Stretches her arms out really far!!

It makes her feel less smol... don’t judge...

#rise cutiekawa #o: invitations [open]

[sneezefiction]

answers

oikawa x reader

desc: oikawa changes some lyrics in taylor swift’s song “love story”

a/n: please keep in mind that most of this is just humorous & there’s no serious characterization in this particular story. i laughed a lot while writing it :,,) for @cutiekawa because you gave me the idea; thank you for that! and also for @seroto-rin because this is very similar to your husband’s lyric changing habits lol – i still laugh whenever i think about it <3 warnings: language, mentions drinking/being drunk

wc: 3k

— It’s 2 am when you hear Oikawa pattering down the hallway and past your room. From the gentle footsteps and the occasional whisper of “shit” when the floor creaks, it's obvious that he’s trying to stay quiet.

But his attempts are in vain because, one, you’re wide awake and, two, he’s just knocked over an empty beer can from earlier. It was probably the one he’d left on the hall table – you’d told him to throw it away but he’d refused saying that he’d “throw it away in the morning when his arms weren’t so tired.” 

This is just karma.

The clatter of the aluminum on wooden floors echoes throughout the dorm. A much louder, especially frustrated, “fuck” follows right after it.

The word, though crass, sounds deceptively attractive on his tongue. But most things Oikawa-related just happen to be attractive. 

You muffle your laughter with a blanket. He’s probably disoriented from the alcohol – it’s only been an hour and 5 drinks each since you both called it a night. You’d headed straight to bed but he’d fallen asleep on the couch where you left him, hair a-mess and lips parted.

But, for someone who used to stay out till daybreak on weekends, he’s spent most Fridays hanging out with you instead.

This weekend was no different.

Oikawa ordered Thai takeout, you found a mindless Netflix series to binge, both of you had a little too much to drink, laughter ensued, the doe-eyed boy found his head in your lap, and…

You pull a face – one that goes unseen because of the dark, but you make it anyway.

Okay, that last part was a little different.

He’d had his head in your lap.

His head… in your… lap.

And, if you’re not mistaken (or delirious), you’d had your hands in his hair, twirling strands and tracing circles at the base of his neck. A foggy image of him gazing up at you with softened eyes, deep chocolate in color, begins to solidify. 

That lazy smile, a hand on your thigh, tresses tickling your skin...

You turn over in your bed, bunching up your sheets and holding them close to you like a shield of fabric — a flimsy, make-shift defense against tipsy mind-wandering. It isn’t very effective.

Your brain is not wandering but racing around this hand-in-hair realization.

Like an iron rod poking at hot embers, these prodding memories make your cheeks grow hotter by the millisecond. You bury your face in your pillow, embarrassment tight in your throat. 

Somehow you’d forgotten that he’d practically climbed into your lap. You’re not in the clear quite yet, but your brain is functioning well enough that it wishes you’d had a little more to drink – just enough to forget about it entirely. You starfish out on your bed, arms and legs dramatically splayed across the mattress.

Do (hot, charming, charismatic, windswept) flatmates usually get this... cuddly? Is that normal?

Does Iwaizumi wrap his arms around his roomies after a long day and a few bottles? How about Mattsun? Makki…?

Okay, no, none of them really seem like the type to get up close and personal with their roommates without good reason. Well, maybe Makki, but he’d do it to be a pain in the ass – not to charm the living-hell out of someone.

You try to take in a deep breath and wrap your head around what this means for you… but end up inhaling a feather from your pillow instead. As you hack and cough, you try to smother the noise in more cloth material – you really didn’t need him coming into your room, much less leaning over your bed to check on you.

Oikawa is messing with your head. 

If you knew any better, you’d have run away screaming the moment he’d asked you to room with him. No one that pretty and charismatic is good news. At least, not when it comes to shared housing.

But, here you are, writhing under the covers and hot like a fever all because he couldn’t keep to himself. Screw him and his charming smile for putting you in this position.

He either knows you’re crushing like he’s the last man on earth or he’s blissfully unaware and way too physically affectionate for his own good. 

You don’t dare consider that he likes you back though. Only deer and Olympic athletes made leaps like that. Oikawa had too many admirers… an irritating amount.

The blankets scrunch even tighter between your fists, likely thanking their maker that they don’t have nerve endings.

Every fiber of your being is begging to know if these feelings are reciprocated. You’d hate to live out the rest of this semester knowing the boy down the hall may not like you back. Worse, that he finds out you think he’s hot shit and doesn’t like you back – that would be unrequited love at its finest.

But, with a degree and your mental health on the line, why should you care about such minor, itty bitty, pointless details. 

This isn’t that big a deal.

And even if he did like you back? Well, Oikawa isn’t someone you can simply “pin down.” He comes with a distinctive, dramatic personality and a meddling side. Not to mention, he’s already the embodiment of chaos – he’s proven this to be true over the past 4 months he’s lived with you.

There’s a familiar squeak of the shower faucet handle and the hiss of hot water. You jump at the sound.

Maybe he’d forgotten, but your bedroom shares a very thin wall with the bathroom. Though you recall him saying he wanted to take a shower earlier, so you guess that he’s only just remembered.

You pick up your phone, blue light casting a less-than angelic glow on your sleepy face. You pray that TikTok will have some sort of life-changing “I’m in love with my hot, crazy flatmate” advice. Or that it will distract you from your inner turmoil. Either would be appreciated but the latter seems more likely.

Scrolling slowly, you get through about 3 videos before something else catches your attention.

There’s a deep reverberation buzzing through your wall. A gentle hum, much like a shower-concert lullaby.

But the noise is getting louder. And the humming? A lot more lyrical.

You shift into a sitting position, propping yourself up with your hands. With your side sunken into a pillow, you press your ear against the cool drywall. Your ears tune into the sound.

Oikawa, voice confident and free, is… singing.

“...But you were everything to me, I was begging you ‘please don’t go’…”

But he’s not just singing.

“And I said…”

He’s belting Taylor Swift with the enthusiasm of an 11-year-old Swiftie super-fan. Like the world would end if he didn’t put enough passion into this performance. Like the showerhead is his microphone and the surrounding tiles are his adoring audience.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run...”

Most people would be pissed if their friend were singing in the shower at 2 am… but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything but enamored.

God, you hate him for doing this right now. Hate that he’s inadvertently endearing you to him. Hate that, no matter what you do, he’s somehow always there.

Pressed up against you on the couch, meeting you for dinner at his favorite restaurant, fussing at each other over a shitty cup of coffee in your even shittier kitchen, calling you when he needs somebody to keep him company at the library… 

“You'll be the prince & I'll be the princess…”

And now he’s accidentally serenading you with Taylor’s “Fearless” album. In the shower.

You facepalm, sinking into your hands, exasperated and just so… done.

You sink back down into the bedsheets, wishing your earbuds were nearby to drown out the regrettably adorable performance. 

“It's a love story y/n, just say ‘Yes.’”

And your heart drops, panic setting in like the touch down of a whirling tornado. A fire tornado. A fire tornado with frogs and lizards and sharp objects spinning around inside of it.

What… did he just say?

The lyrics… they were muffled. You definitely heard them incorrectly. You… you just need to get your ears checked. Yes, that’s it. That’s all there is to it. You’ll schedule an appointment first thing tomorrow morning.

Because who the fuck sings like that at 2 am in a shared dorm? And who the fuck puts someone else’s name into a song like that? No one? Yes, no one.

Especially not the Oikawa Tooru.

And especially not with your name.

Because that’s just... weird.

The grip on your phone is mighty – thank God for durable glass because any other material would’ve splintered or shattered in your hold. 

But what the hell.

“Y/n, save me, I've been feeling so alone,” he sings as though he were Beyoncé’s son.

This time it’s clear as day. Oikawa is definitely still out of it and he’s undoubtedly singing your name.

No, no, no.

“I keep waiting for you but you never come…”

You bolt out of bed, feet hitting the floor at lightning-strike speed.

“Is this in my head? I don't know what to think,”

In one swift movement, you fling the bedroom door open and rush down the hall. You shouldn’t be listening to this. 

“He knelt to the ground & pulled out a ring, and said...”

And before you can stop your hand, it’s knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

There’s a gasp, what you assume to a bar of soap hitting the shower floor, and an abrupt silence that follows.

You’d only wanted to stop him from singing.

However, you hadn’t thought through what you were going to say to him about this whole... lyrical mess. Your face feels like the surface of the sun, burning and flaring and flushing. What are you supposed to do now?

Oikawa speaks up, voice quiet, “Hello?”

Shit.

Maybe if you’re careful you can get yourself out of this. Just act like you didn’t hear anything and bring it up tomorrow when you’re both thinking straight. A thorough and sober discussion would be needed.

You had questions. Questions that needed answers.

Why did he have his head in your lap? Had you said anything to him that you’d regret later? Does he like you? Where should you two place your boundaries if he doesn’t like you back? And why Taylor Swift?

“Y/n, is that you?” He asks, nonchalantly.

Who else would it be?

The handle squeaks and, with that, the water stops. Only the gentle swirl of the drain and the occasional drips and drops from the showerhead are audible.

It’s too late. You’re already there. You’ve knocked and, in doing so, you’ve sealed your fate.

“...Yes,” is your whisper of a reply.

“What’s up? Was I too loud for you?”

You’ve got the entire building on high-alert singing that loudly.

...is what you would say if you weren’t currently imploding. This is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And nothing you ever want to experience again.

“Um, yeah, sorry.” You look down at your shuffling feet.

The hallway is pitch black, hardly allowing for even a mere shadow. Rushing out of your room, you’d forgotten to turn on even a single light.

You hear him step onto the tile floor and the rustle of a tower from the bathroom closet.

“Wait, can we talk?” He asks as though it weren’t the question of the fucking year. “I mean, preferably after I get out of the bathroom.” There’s a lack of tact to his words.

This isn’t the charming Oikawa you’re used to. This is a blunt… confusingly straightforward Oikawa.

His tone wavers like maybe he’d had a little more to drink than you’d last remembered. Your memory was proving to be disappointingly unreliable tonight.

You swallow thickly, “Sure.”

Because what else can you say?

“Can I stop by your room in a minute?”

You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

And you patter back to your no-longer very safe haven. Oikawa is about to infiltrate your space… with your permission. And the weapons he’ll bring will either harpoon you or leave you emotionally paralyzed – whether that emotional paralysis is a good or bad thing will be decided in the near future.

Your bed, though soft and blanket-covered, looks far less appealing now. It may as well be a bed of nails because you would rather hide beneath it than sit atop it.

But you sit anyway, letting the mattress dip and the springs twang.

The bathroom door cries as it opens, putting you on edge. Your heart is pounding like a drum at a summer festival – hotter and louder with every beat.

The trod of footsteps tells you he’s approaching and, sure enough, the open door reveals Oikawa.

With only a lamp to brighten the space, he’s more contoured than usual. His hair is wet and heavy against his head, taking on an even darker brown than before. You’ve seen him fresh out of the shower before, but this… is different. Oikawa’s shirt sticks to his chest slightly – he must’ve thrown it on without drying off fully to get to you faster.

He takes a few steps into your room, choosing to lean his back against a wall next to your work desk. Oikawa brings his hands behind his back, pressing his weight into them. Brown eyes flicker from you to the wall behind you and back again.

Naturally, tension lays thick as a fog in the air space. 

“Hey, I’m…”

You cut him off, “You don’t have to say sorry! It’s… it’s okay.” 

Oops, you’d said that a little too loud. Not that it mattered much after Oikawa’s passionate performance.

An eyebrow raises and confusion sparks across his face. Your body freezes.

He brings a hand behind his neck. “Oh, I was just gonna say that I’m still kinda drunk.”

You knew that much. Though you really thought he’d say something other than that. Preferably something about the, uh, devoted love-song?

Why is he acting so casual right now? Is this even Tooru? Had he read too many alien conspiracies and been abducted for learning too much about extraterrestrials? 

Maybe he doesn’t realize you’d even heard him say your name in the shower.

“Oh... right.” You say slowly, lips staying parted at the end of your sentence.

“Which… probably isn’t good for either of us,” Different words drawl out and there’s a soft slur to some syllables, but at least he’s easy to understand, “me drinking too much, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you mutter.

“I think we should both just go to bed then.”

Your chest tightens. Of course, you want answers.

They’re likely embarrassing, face-reddening, Taylor Swift-centric answers. But you want them, nonetheless.

Although, it’s probably for the best that you don’t bring this up tonight. It was all probably a joke or a harmless accident – and, anyway, he admitted to being drunk.

“Right.”

“But I think you should know that I like you. A lot.”

“Yeah,” you respond again, automatically.

There’s another heavy silence. The pretty boy just stares at you, cherry colors tinting his cheeks but showing no expression of fear or embarrassment. You stare back, processing his words at turtle-like speeds.

The words tumble out, “Wait, say that again?” You double back, your own face reheating to its earlier temperature.

“I’m gonna be mad at myself in the morning if I don’t leave right now. And I really need to stop listening to that stupid song,” Oikawa says to himself. 

“But I wanted to see how you would respond if I changed the lyrics,” the words are pointed back at you again.

He stands up, feet moving slowly toward the doorway. Did he just… completely ignore your question?

Your jaw drops, “Did…” you can hardly speak.

Clearing your throat, you try again, focusing intently on your words, “...did you mean for me to hear you?”

“...Maybe.” He draws out the “e,” looking back at you.

That’s it. He’s lost his fucking mind. You’re going to strangle him. 

No TikTok advice could have prepared you for the monstrosity that is Oikawa Tooru. How Iwaizumi put up with that... that child for all these years, you have no idea.

You have to make a note of sending him a “get well” card, because nobody could be mentally okay after dealing with him for that long.

“B- but… why? What?” You stammer out, back stiff as a board.

“You like me don’t you?” He tilts his head, hair flopping cutely with it.

You gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing.

And it’s not that you don’t want to respond.

It’s that you can’t. You have no words. You vocal chords are on a panic-induced lockdown.

Because he knew.

He knew this entire time. Which you thought he might, but that doesn’t make the situation any less infuriating.

“And I like you back.”

You’re dumbfounded. You can’t think. This is ridiculous.

You open your mouth once more but he has no intention of continuing this conversation.

“Sleep well!” Without further comment, Oikawa flashes you a sleepy smile and begins scampering back to his room after having wreaked havoc on your poor heart.

Your voice comes back just in time for you to wake up the entire building once more,

“No, you get your ass back here and explain yourself!”

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