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luchives · 2 years
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Scenario: Your Child Catching You Two Arguing
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📎: Dad!Oikawa x fem!reader
📎: angst? to fluff
📎: warnings; implied arguing?
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Fights are pretty rare in your relationship, but when they do occur, it’s draining for both parties. Considering neither of you were willing to back down and lower your pride, it eventually sorts itself out— except you don’t have eventually; at least not anymore, not when you have a little girl sleeping in the other room, and God knows you’re not about to let her see you bullying her dearest ‘kind daddy’ in the dead of night.
Well, maybe a little too late for that..
“Daddy!” Both of you immediately turn your heads to the source of the tiny voice. This was it— you could already hear the teasing your husband is going to subject you to after this.
“Princess, what are you doing awake? Did mommy’s nagging wake you?” What a hypocrite.
She walks up to him…and pushes him aside??
“You’re being mean to mommy! You sleep outside.” She scolds as she proceeded to push his stunned figure out the door.
To say he was dumbfounded was an understatement— Tooru was absolutely heartbroken; and though he did deserved it, you kind of felt bad when you saw the look on his face before his little girl shut the door on him.
He goes back in when she’s not looking though, crouches on your side of the bed and practically begs you to make her forgive him (as if you weren’t the one he was scolding earlier huh)
“Sweetheart, daddy’s really sorry- you didn’t have to kick him out” you said as she snuggled next to you, in his spot— at this point he really wasn’t sure if it was you or her he was jealous of; he suddenly remembers just how much he missed both his girls while he was away for work, and the first thing he did when he got back was argue with you about something so trivial it didn’t even warrant an argument in the first place.
The hurt he felt before multiplied a tenfold after that realization, that was one more thing about Oikawa; he was a prideful loser that would do anything to make you feel better, and believe me, it works.
For the next week he’s the one singlehandedly driving you two to and from work and school— even takes y’all on a few dinner dates (mostly to gain his little princess’ favor again but considering how that moment would go down in the history books if your household, you don’t really mind.
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This was actually based on a true story because I was/am a girlboss and a favorite child<3
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touchlikethesun · 2 months
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oikawa tooru at 30… putting everyone to shame… he might look cool here but he’s shit talking for sure there’s no question about it
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giustoart · 3 days
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This interaction lives rent-free 24/7 in my mind.
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queer-obsession · 5 months
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Haikyuu boys reaction to the "he's gone. come over" prank. yes this is super old. does it look like i give a fuck? Anyway, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, and Suna for this one 😙
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Hajime Iwaizumi:
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Toru Oikawa:
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Rintarou Suna:
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Kenma Kozume:
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Expecting Life with their pregnant partner
Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and
Daichi Sawamura
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Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader
Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless
A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲
Oikawa
“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.
“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.
“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.
“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.
“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.
“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.
“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening
“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.
“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.
“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.
“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.
You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.
Atsumu
Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.
“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.
“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.
“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.
“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.
“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.
“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.
“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.
“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.
“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned
“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.
“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.
“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.
“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.
“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.
You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.
Daichi
“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.
“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.
“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.
“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”
Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.
“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.
“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.
“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.
“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.
Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”
You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”
“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested
“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.
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hqfeatbetty · 2 years
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who’s older (headcanon) FT.haikyuu!boys x fem!reader
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✦ MASTERLIST
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You are older than him. But that’s really not a problem for him. Age doesn’t matter and even when you are 3 years older he treats you like a baby. His baby. And most of the time people mistake and think you are both the same age or maybe he’s older because you are so much smaller (physically) compared to him. And you should see that smirk glued to his handsome face :)
➝ Oikawa, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Semi, Suna.
He is the oldest in the relationship. And he finds this little age difference is adorable for some reason. He feels like he have to protect you because “you didn’t live as long as i lived i know so much more about this world than you do” when he’s literally only 2 years older :)
➝ Matsukawa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Ushijima, Akaashi, Kita, Sakusa.
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tahiti-island-dream · 11 months
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Pickup Line Madness Pt. 4
Type: Fluff
Pairing: Iwaizumi x reader, Oikawa x reader
Summary/Request: the hq boys try pickup lines/ Iwa prefers you over the team, Oiks is away from home
~MAIN MASTERLIST~  ~HQ MASTERLIST 2~
Iwaizumi
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Oikawa
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elizadrafts · 6 months
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why haikyuu boys quit volleyball
various hq boys hcs !
more-so angst, however you’d like to categorize it
a/n: i know some no longer play vb in timeskip but i still wanted to write something abt it since i’m dealing w my own vb injury atm 💔
an injury. he always pushed himself beyond his limits, his body breaking down numerous times, practically pleading for a break. the most he’d do was ice it for an hour and take a break for a day, then he’d be back to training. it was a strenuous activity and his body could no longer withstand it, not like how it could when he was in his prime. after a recent injury, he had gone to the doctor instead of the athletic trainer despite his desperate attempts to tell the coach he was fine. his doctor almost immediately evaluated that he couldn’t be cleared to play again, not without worsening another injury. it was a harsh truth to come too, a now mental challenge he must overcome.
ATSUMU, bokuto, NISHINOYA, YAKU, iwaizumi, HINATA
losing the love for the sport. as they say, one bad coach can ruin everything. practice began to feel like a chore to attend. he couldn’t see to get song with his teammates, often disagreeing with his coach about certain things. he had spent hours training on his own just to be blatantly ignored by the coach. the favoritism on the team surpassed the sheer talent others had. no matter how hard he worked, he’d never be seen. at one point, he just accepted it and took his leave. for good.
daichi, TSUKISHIMA, ENNOSHITA, yamaguchi, tanaka
overshadowed by the newer generation. he had won numerous awards and made many high level teams in his prime. as he got to his mid-late twenties, he began to feel time on his muscles and joints. sure, he still had that power as he always had, but every little injury we’re a risk to his career. coaches noticed this too as his playing time started slimming down. it was something he had no control over. watching all the fresh and youthful bodies fill in his position was heartbreaking. he longed to get back out there and play as he once did.
KAGEYAMA, OIKAWA, sakusa, SUGAWARA, ushijima, akaashi
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shcyc · 2 years
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¡ TRICK OR TREAT — kinktober
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synopsis: sub fem! reader, tag team with the haikyuu boys + just a short drabble
cw; poly relationship, double penetration, teasing, oral (both), voyeurism
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KENMA + KUROO!
they're mean, they've got you crying and begging for more, hands tied up and wrapped around kenma's neck as they fuck you at the same time, both moving at different paces inside you
your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense pleasure, everything around you fogs up while you try your best to stay grounded and not pass out from how harsh they are
the room is filled with your cries and their panting, both eager to get you to your high
KITA + SUGAWARA!
the ones that look nice but actually aren't, not when one has his mouth on your pussy and the other is fucking your throat!
kita groans whenever you moan and tighten around his tip, all thanks to suga's ministrations on your clit, fingers buried knuckles deep inside your dripping cunt with occasional grunts to send you over the edge
they both take turns eating you out, getting a taste of you because they know they are the only ones who can get you like this — knees weak and pussy dripping like a waterfall
IWAIZUMI + OIKAWA!
these two are so fucking relaxed that it makes you extremely nervous, both just sitting infront of the bed watching as you writhe in agony with a dildo shoved in you and vibrator on your clit
you can hear oikawa laughing when you beg them to stop, to give you what you want, have them touch them the way you want them to! iwaizumi wants to give in, but oikawa stops him, wanting to enjoy the way you cry for a little while longer
until he can't takes it anymore does he and iwa moves from the chair to press kisses on your body before making all your desires come true
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hinata-boke · 1 year
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luchives · 2 years
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Twenty-Two
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📎: Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader
📎: Timeskip, fluff, 628 words
📎: warnings; none
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6:16 a.m.
Though you would never admit it, he always looked stunning in the morning; his usually perfectly-styled hair being all over the place, the “beautifully-toned” muscles he loves to brag about basking in warm early morning sunlight seeping through your windows, and occasional drooling— a sight reserved only for you to see.
“Good Morning, Grandpa” watching as his eyes flutter open, you try to hold back a laugh when he looks at you offended.
“Excuse me?? What happened to ‘Good morning Tooru, my beautiful youthful boyfriend’ ??” God knows only you can make him that energized ballistic at six in the morning.
“Well you are officially a year older today but apparently not old enough to not be mistaken for a minor in Argentinian clubs”
“IT WAS ONE TIME!” He argues, pulling you back to bed and *attempt* to tickle an apology out of you.
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July 20, 2000
Age: 6
“I’m only giving you this because my mom told me to” you say, clearly annoyed at the tiny brunette.
“Well, I’M only saying sorry because my mom said little kids like you are dramatic and I need to be a bigger person” he still smugly accepts the gift, but not before giving you a look that he probably considered threatening.
“You’re the one who drew aliens on my pretty paper!”
“The decoration wasn’t pretty! And it’s my birthday so you have to be nice to me>:(“
“Whatever, nerd” you whisper under your breath, though he still heard of course.
“You’re just mad because nobody likes you for that one time you told the teacher we were selling candy at the back of the classroom” he retorted
And someway, somehow, believe it or not; that was the start of your friendship.
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July 20, 2022
10:24 p.m.
It had already been a few hours after you had dinner; lovely restaurant, great food, and your ever-extravagant boyfriend to top it all off; but what kind of romantic date with it be without the walk through the park under a sea full of stars?
“You’re welcome by the way” you whisper to him as you walked through the paved path.
“For what?” He asked, looking at you with a disgusting lovestruck grin— like always.
“For staying with your pathetic ass for 22 years and what was it, like- 5 ex-girlfriends??” It can be so difficult pining for this man istg
“It was two! And stop mentioning that like you didn’t steal my first kiss in middle school” He pouts; yeah sure as if that’ll win ya’ over (it does).
“And if it’s not too much trouble..” stopping in his tracks, he pulls you closer by the waist before continuing “There’s one more gift I want to ask of you”
“Hmm, I am feeling a little generous today; what is it you wish for, oh great king Tooru?” You ask jokingly, pulling away from his grasp to let out a few giggles.
Contrary to popular belief; Oikawa Tooru was not a materialistic person, he’s a hopeless romantic with a weirdly inspiring volleyball obsession— plus he is already pretty wealthy so there isn’t really anything you could give him that he couldn’t already get for himself.
You kept pondering on what he could possibly want from you, not even noticing him taking out something that seemed to be a small velvet box from his coat and getting down on one knee…
Wait.
“Tooru...”
“Darling, I’m so sorry for making you wait twenty-two years for this but I could exactly ask you in 3rd grade so I’m just going to do it now; Y/n, will you marry me?”
Okay so maybe there was one thing you could offer him— your heart, if you haven’t already after all these years.
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iwaoiness · 3 months
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When Oikawa arrives in Miyagi after almost three years, he cries in his mother's arms, struggles not to cry in his father's, squeals indignantly when his sister purposely pats the sunburn on his back, and has to ask five times if the Takeru in front of him (with grown hair and almost as tall as he is) is his Takeru.
Then, as he tries to carry his heavy 20-kilogram suitcase up the stairs and Takeru rummages through his backpack for gifts, Oikawa-san speaks.
"Oh, by the way, Tooru, there's a package for you in your room" She smiles warmly, the signs of expression accentuating as her big eyes narrow.
"I didn't order anything" He growls through his teeth from the third step where he still stands, totally focused on pulling his damn suitcase (at the base of the stairs yet) up with both arms.
"It's from Hajime-kun" But those five words immediately stiffen him, causing him to drop his suitcase suddenly and run upstairs, nearly tripping over his own feet with his mother's laughter in the background and Takeru's disgusted groan as he pricks his hands on the melted chocolate he finds in the backpack pocket.
He stumbles open the door, barely pausing at the tingle of nostalgia as his eyes fall on the box on his desk. Oikawa's heart races and his lips curl into a tender smile before he sits back in his chair, which creaks subtly.
Tooru's fingers tremble as he delicately tears the wrapping paper (it's dark blue, adorned with countless stamped Saturns) and blinks in surprise as it reveals a lego cherry blossom tree set. And there's a note stuck to the back, with kanji written in thick, slanted strokes that Oikawa would recognize even with an aging brain. A wet laugh escapes him as he reads the note, his eyes misty and as full of love as the first day.
i'll stop loving you the day these flowers wilt
welcome home, Tooru
eternally yours,
Hajime
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maybe-a-dinosaur · 10 months
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oikawa’s birthday today the seijoh 4 are ordering large pizzas to share they compromise on toppings preferences by getting everything but they pick off the olives and onions on tooru’s pieces so he doesn’t have to do it himself he tears up. also they get him a cake that says “pretty boy” he tries to complain but is smiling So big he takes lots of selfies where only he looks good and posts them all iwa comments “??” logs off. the next day hajime walks him home and carries his bags matsukawa says “gay” then walks hanamaki home
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astrowaffles · 1 year
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You can tell which ships seem most canon by looking at which ones get all the content (aka which ones are shipped the most)
1. Iwaoi
2. Kagehina
3. Bokuaka
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vidianlucivious · 3 months
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How it started & Where they are at - MatsuHana
These two were definitely oblivious that they were being gay.
They really just thought it was bro things to do.
Oikawa was convinced that they were a thing. (So was the majority of the team)
They laughed when they were told.
But then they both went Wait a damn minute and boom now they are aware that they might have feeling. But do they do something about them: absolutely, they flirt even more now.
They tried to test the waters by continuously flirting with each other, seeing if the other had any reactions (they took in all the details)
They don't even know when or how they started officially dating so they just say "Eh it just kinda happened" and not elaborate.
Their hangouts just randomly started being referred to as dates in their heads and they rolled with it.
They were a fast-burn friends-to-lovers with a one-night stand vibe
Officially the residential cupids/gossip queens of Seijoh
Probably have a spreadsheet of every team member's dating history and a list of potential matches.
Have an entire agenda dedicated to making Iwaoi a thing by the end of the year.
Went on "double-dates" with Iwaoi (they didn't know what they were, they thought it was just hangouts)
They even have a backup plan in case they don't make it.
They probably tipped Watari and Kunimi in on the drama and decided to have them continue their legacy of "matchmaking volleyball players".
They probably have them collect intel in exchange of some tips and plans for the job (they take it very seriously).
After graduation, they probably lived in a one-person flat for Uni to save money.
The Matchmaking gc was still in action after the third years left (mainly filled with Watari's complaints of Kyouhaba).
Present day: Makki leaves half of his stuff at Matsukawa's house because "he can't bother with always bringing a bag when he wants to visit", but somehow always manages to haul bags upon bags of random items back to Miyagi everytime.
The Iwaoi plan did not work but they ended up telling Iwaizumi about it in hopes of something happening.
They got the call after the Argentina vs Japan Olympics match.
A celebration with Watari and Kunimi was overdue, and they had a blast (aka shit talked about people and meddled with other's love lives until 4am)
Definitely teased Kyoutani for using them as "reliable sources" for the interview (light novel 13)
Made a lot of Iwaoi references in the interview and hopes to embarrassing them. Watari was giggling the entire way with no shame, then proceeded to quote some of the "company mottos" of the matchmaking gc. The sempais were very proud.
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soranihimawari · 10 months
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I Missed You
Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader
Word Count: tbd
Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]
Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.
Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.
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How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.
[23:45]
That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.
‘I miss you’
Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.
Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.
During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.
“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”
You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.
“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”
Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”
Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”
“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”
You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”
Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.
This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.
[13:43]
In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."
Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.
You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.
"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.
"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.
Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.
"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.
You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.
"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."
Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.
You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."
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