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animehideout · 4 months

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JJK X HAIKYUU X READER IN ONE ROOM.

a/n: Idk just had this random idea of jjk men and Haikyuu men being in one room with the reader like the general dynamics.

Which room you'd rather be locked in?

Room 1 : Gojo Satoru/ Ryomen Sukuna / Toji Fushiguro/ Kuroo Tetsuroo / Oikawa Tooru / Atsumu Miya

A bunch of loud narcissistic extroverts in one room.

Let's say Kuroo is the calmest comparing to them.

Over confidents in their looks and capabilities.

Cocky ass men.

They would start showing off in front of you, literally out of the blue.

Would start an arm wrestling match to see who's the strongest.

Smart? super smart, they'd know exactly what to say to you to make you blush and weak on the knees.

Would try to outshine each other, each one of them trying to be the center of your attention.

Brag about their achievements

“huh a captain of a volleyball team? how lame..I'm the king of curse”.

Showing off their skills to you trying to be better than the other

“come on Oikawa, you can try to punch me, bet you can't..my infinity won't allow it hehehe”.

Everyone talking loudly and at the same time, giving you a terrible headache.

Flexing on you, flexing their muscles in front of you

“come on don't be shy y/n, you can't touch my biceps”

“Hah you call that a biceps?”.

They would put each other down to seem the strongest and the dominant one in front of you.

Total flirts, praising you a lot!!!

Impressive but terrible use of pick-up lines.

Would make their voice deeper to capt your attention and turn you on.

They would wink at you, a lot.

Touchy af.

You'd be giving them weird stares totally crushing their ego.

Room 2: Yuta Okkotsu / Choso Kamo / Toge Inumaki / Kenma Kozume / Kageyma Tobio

Introverted but can be stupid.

You can literally fall asleep there with how tranquil the atmosphere was.

Yuta would be reading his book, Kenma playing games on his phone, Toge just busy in this thoughts, Kageyma awkwardly eating snacks and Choso silently judging.

They shared the interest in you, but none of them dared to start a conversation.

Their attempts to approach you would fail miserably leaving them a blushing mess.

Low-key would suffer from an anxiety/panic attack if you touch them.

Their faces would turn different shades of pink if you catch them staring or smile at them.

Would stutter if you start talking to them.

Would try, key word try to flirt with you.

“That's n-nff-nice!”

Room 3: Yuji Itadori / Ino Takuma / Hinata Shoyo / Bokuto Koutarou / Lev Haiba

Over hyped and energetic squad is here.

These mfs would bond up at the spot

without any obstacles.

Very goofy.

They would turn the room into a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Would laugh a lot while cracking jokes.

It would be easy to be around them since they would make you feel welcomed and try to engage you with them.

Very playful and spontaneous flirting when it's about you.

They would try to make you laugh with their stupid jokes and impressions showcasing their comedic side to you.

Also they would compliment you a lot.

“Your hair smells nice, I love it”

“You have a cute laugh”

It would be very easy to vibe with them.

Would play a lot of games together or watch random videos.

You'd feel very comfortable around them and safe.

Despite their playful nature they would take a good care of you.

Room 4: Nanami Kento / Geto Suguru / Megumi Fushiguro/ Iwaizumi Hajime / Daichi Sawamura / Akaashi Keiji / Ushijima Wakatoshi

Wise squad.

Gentlemen squad.

Aaah lock me in this room with them please.

They would be really quiet and calm.

Each one of them is sitting peacefully.

When they start interacting it would feel like an intellectual forum.

They would talk in formal language.

Engaging in philosophical, existential topic.

They might seem boring to others but they're actually interesting.

Veryyy polite when they start " hitting on you ".

If they sense that you're showing the slightest discomfort they would give you your space and never bother you again.

Would lowkey start a conversation with you talking about the weather

“So do you like the weather? I kinda like rainy days”.

They are CHARMING IN THEIR OWN WAY LIKE.

Treat you like a fucking princess / prince.

Respectful is their middle name.

They would take turns to engage you to talk about your interests.

“You're feeling cold y/n? here take my jacket”.

Very attentive when you start talking, memorizing each word you said.

They calculate what they'd be saying, making them flawless.

You'd fall head over heels for them.

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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彡 A MASSIVE PILE OF GUILT

☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid wc: 4k

in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.

you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.

because of you.

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder.

a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.

you did well!

an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.

after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.

you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.

good game!

you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.

the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.

everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.

your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.

"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.

"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?

you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.

oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.

please, look at me.

the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.

his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.

oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.

"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.

"oikawa!"

from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"

when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"

good game!

he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?

"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.

pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."

another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"

oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—

breathe... in...

and out...

you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.

clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.

for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?

you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.

a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."

"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."

oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"

"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"

oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."

"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.

knock! knock! knock!

dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.

but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.

for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.

your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.

he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.

for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.

he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.

but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."

after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.

he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.

the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.

"did..."

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

"did iwaizumi send you?"

...

"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."

he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.

"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"

it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.

oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.

"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"

"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"

oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."

before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.

"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.

"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.

"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.

"am i gonna have to console you now?"

"yes." he deadpans.

...

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."

"no, you're stupid." he grins back.

he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."

he rolls his eyes. "pffft."

...

pfft?

"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know."

heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

"your breath stinks, you know."

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language –

thank you.

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piichuu · 5 months

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♡ CHILDISH BUILDS - OIKAWA TOORU

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 471

DECEMBER DRABBLES

after a few days of snowing, it has finally made its place in the grass, most likely staying there for at least a week due to the cold temperature.

“baby! i have an idea,” your boyfriend speaks as he jumps onto the couch and wraps his arms around you. the two of you have been cuddling and watching movies all day, but the last hour, he’s been walking around the house to try and keep himself occupied. “why don’t we build a snowman? please.”

you brush a hand through his hair and smile softly. “okay, we can do that,” your boyfriend kisses your cheek and reflects your smile with one of his own. “let’s go!”

he grabs your hand and pulls you into the hallway where you quickly put a jacket and gloves on. oikawa’s inner child comes out when getting to do things like these, things he would only get to do with you. “come on, you’re too slow,” he mumbles as you sip your jacket and roll your eyes.

“i’m trying to hurry, tooru,” you speak before intertwining your fingers with his and allowing him to take you outside the house.

the cold hits you in an instant and oikawa flashes you a sweet smile, squeezing your hands. “not too cold?” he asks and you shake your head, walking with him towards all the snow to start making a snowman. “okay, maybe you can make the lower part and i’ll make the middle?”

you nod and begin to gather snow into a giant snowball. oikawa is a little quicker than you and as he watches you try your best to make the lower part of the snowman, he puts some of the white powder in his hands and makes it into a ball, throwing it towards you.

at the feeling of cold touching your neck, you snap your head towards him and widen your eyes. oikawa puts his hands up innocently and looks around. “what? i didn’t do anything,” he speaks and you roll your eyes, turning your head back to continue with the snowman.

after doing the part you were assigned to do, you get some snow in your hand and throw it at your boyfriend who has now occupied himself with making the head. “hey!”

he doesn’t even get anything else out before you tackle him to the ground and shove snow in his face. he tries to push you away but ends up giggling and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck so the snow will get to you as well.

oikawa holds you close in his arms and rolls over so he’s on top of you instead. “you got me,” he mumbles and leans down to kiss your cheek. “you’re such a child, tooru.” “i know, but it’s all because of you, baby.”

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airbendertendou · 4 months

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oikawa and 47 for your event please

sappy friends-to-lovers number 47 + oikawa tooru

"LET ME HOLD YOU LONGER!"

a nose digs into your neck, slowly waking you from the nap you were taking. eyes flutter, fighting to stay open as the warmth surrounding you seeps into you. a groan is let out from behind you - you smile.

without turning, you snuggle further into oikawa's hold. he lets out a hum at the feeling, his nose burrowing further into your neck. you pat the arms that wind around your waist, "time to get up, 'kawa."

"don't wanna," he whines. it shouldn't give you butterflies - being this close to your best friend - but, years later, it still does. you relax into him, afraid if you make him move, the mirage will break. "feels nice."

you snort, "sleeping is always nice, silly."

tooru sighs, dragging you closer to him. "feels better with you."

"don't say things like that," you mutter out. you tangle your fingers into his, ignoring how shy his words make you - how hopeful they make you. "people might get the wrong idea."

"as long as you don't, it's fine." his words make you frown, dropping his hands from your hold. his hands are suddenly wrapped around your hips, flipping you so that you're facing him. "that came out wrong."

the frown on his face is mirrored on yours. "tooru-"

you're cut off by the brush of his lips. he watches your wide-eyed expression before pecking your mouth once, twice more. "i want to date, is what i mean. date you."

"okay," you give him a kiss of your own. "let's date."

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sunflowerrosewood · 2 months

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Falling and Confessing Headcanon ~ Oikawa Tooru

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the headcanon!

Falling for you

~When Oikawa fell for you, it was sudden for him

~He did not expect to fall for anyone especially a manager at Karasuno

~He didn't notice you at first as he was so focused on his rivalry with Kageyama

~He actually got so focused that when he spiked the ball and it landed near you, you yelped loudly. That broke his concentration

~Both of you froze as you two met eye contact. You quickly picked up the ball and brought it over.

~Sugawara was making sure you were okay as well as Hinata. You were saying you were fine just that it scared you

~Oikawa did not break his stare at you until Iwaizumi smacked his head. He proceeded to glare at Iwaizumi and come over to his coach for Aoba Johsai to talk

~But from that day on, you stuck in his head. Those big e/c eyes. Your yelp that showed the tone of your voice

~He tried to talk to you after the practice match but immediately Tanaka and Hinata were on bodyguard duty

~Even when he did get a moment to talk to you, you did not fall for his charm. You were just friendly and moved on

~Which led him to wonder about you and wanting to learn more

~The wondering became a crush when he would notice you at Karasuno matches and how you would wave at him but still not fall head over heels for him

Confessing

~After Aoba Johsai won against Karasuno, he saw you again. You were trying to cheer up Karasuno after the match

~They were down in the dumps while you tried to remain positive

~He decided to talk to you for a bit as Karasuno was leaving and you went to the bathroom

~You stopped and chatted with him for a bit before saying you needed to hurry off and get back with Karasuno

~Oikawa decided that day that if he saw you again, he would confess to you - no matter what

~The next match was the Spring High qualifying match. Aoba Johsai and Karasuno would go against each other once again

~Oikawa made a note that if he saw you, he would ask you out

~And as if luck would have it, there you were helping the other managers with the team getting them ready

~You were doing your best to cheer Karasuno up and give pointers

~Hinata was cheering for it, Kageyama and Tsukishima looked annoyed, and Daichii looked like he was thanking you

~The match began and it was a difficult match all around.

~Both sides keeping each other on their toes

~But when Aoba Johsai lost to Karasuno, Oikawa was shocked and hurt

~They lost? He couldn't believe Karasuno actually won. He went to comfort Iwaizumi and headed out

~Ushijima confronted him and he quickly put his walls up

~As the two of them talked, he noticed you walking out of the bathroom similar to last time

~He quickly made his way over and called your name

~You waved and asked if he was doing okay from that match which he confessed it did hurt

~He would have to come to terms with it but he had an important question. He confessed how seeing you at the practice match immediately set a spark in him with wanting to confess to you.

~You were confused by his confession but that you would go on a date just to see

~Even though he was a little down from the game, he did feel a little joy you agreed. So he gave you his number and left with Aoba Johsai.

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sixosix · 2 years

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oikawa tooru: headrest

gn!reader, fluff, wc 354

oikawa flinches as you even him out with an equally stubborn glare, mouth pursed with the same intensity as yours. he thinks it’s cute, for half a second, then almost drops the ball snug in his hands.

focus, his eyes drop to the ball in front of him, your cute charms won’t distract me, y/n-chan!!!!!!

“tooru,” you roll your eyes, moving to cross your arms as the pout grows worse and damn! oikawa curses the genes that blessed you and your stupidly cute face. “tooru, come on,” you sigh this time, and he exhales a sharp breath.

i am but a weak man, he berates himself, not even you, volleyball, can defeat the puppy eyes of our precious manager. weak, weak tooru. your ancestors with the deadly genes laugh at him.

“last one,” oikawa pleads, trying his best to widen his eyes and stick his bottom lip out -- the way you do it, nice and adorable. you stare at it, unimpressed. “y/n-chan!” he whines. “i have to make sure the captain is in tip-top shape! i barely made good serves in.”

“you’ve made enough serves in, tooru,” you correct, frowning. “you’ve been going at it for an hour now.”

oikawa huffs. “not good enough.” he turns around before you can pull a powerful weapon again -- stupid, charming, adorable face! -- and prepares to throw the ball up and chase after it, but then he feels something tug on his shirt.

“let’s sit down,” you tell him, voice softer than it was earlier. the universe hates me, oikawa thinks, as he gives in so easily to the lull of it. “five minutes, okay? then you can go back to it. promise.”

“you’re my kryptonite,” he admits defeat, cheeks brightening when you beam at him. “iwa-chan put you up to this, didn’t he?” dammit iwa-chan! he curses the ceiling. can’t believe he actually has brains to catch on my crush.

and that is how iwaizumi finds you two on the gymnasium floor, leaning against the wall, oikawa snoring with his head on your shoulder, and you playing with his hair. he claims that it’s only for five minutes, but gives in the moment you let him rest on you.

#606:HQ #606:SJH #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa tooru imagines

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angelkunimi · 2 years

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he takes care of you when you’re sick | oikawa

request: @liberhoe: it’s ok baby! I was thinking about taking care of a sick s/o? If not w noya, then maybe our boy oikawa?

note: gn!reader, post timeskip

oikawa tōru

the highlight of oikawa’s week is to come to yours at the weekend, especially after a particularly busy week

but when he’s singing your name and making his way to your bedroom, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you cocooned in your bed

tissues litter your bedside cabinet and you’re sniffling, cheeks pink as oikawa stands horrified

“y/n! what happened?”

you wince at his loud voice before you can just about croak out a response. “i’m sick. obviously.”

initially oikawa is hesitant to approach you, knowing it’d be detrimental to training if he catches the flu but you look so pitiful barely managing to stay awake, shivering despite all the blankets burying you

“so does that mean i can take care of you?” you narrow your eyes at his huge grin but you’re far too exhausted to deny. and besides some help will be nice

oikawa takes his role very seriously- he insists on being called nurse tōru and keeps referring to you as his cute sickly patient

he’s actually very observant, regularly taking your temperature and changing the damp towels on your forehead. “a little bit lower than last time, you’re going to be okay, babe.”

he’s not the best at cooking but he manages to make you some soup and even though you’re capable of feeding yourself he still insists on spooning the hot spicy soup himself, cooing at how cute you look and blowing on the hot liquid so it doesn’t burn you

he also keeps you company, chatting away about his week and telling you all the gossip at his gym and updates on iwaizumi

but if you start to grow tired or frustrated because your head hurts too much, he’ll give you a small defeated smile. “my y/n doesn’t love me.” he’ll sniff jokingly but he will shut up, instead opting to just lie down beside you, running his fingers soothingly through your hair

oikawa also calls up his mother when you’re asleep, asking her for the best home-made remedies for the flu so when you wake up, he’s ready to greet you with a kiss to your forehead and a mug full of hot ginger tea

he also regularly tucks you into blankets, giving you a tight hug when you shiver as a sad smile lingers on his face. he really does feel sorry for you and it’s uncomfortable for him to see you so weak and sick because he hates seeing you anything but happy

“my poor y/n, my poor y/n,” oikawa will sigh throughout the day. “when will they regain their strength? how will they survive?”

“i’m not on my deathbed, tōru.”

“thank god.” he’ll smirk. “or else i’d have to join you on there too.”

he’ll end up managing to kiss you somehow even though you keep trying to dodge his kisses to protect his own health

then when he winds up sick himself a week later, he’ll be collapsed in his bed, sniffling and sighing dramatically

“nurse y/n, you have to dote on me every single second of the day like i did for you. don’t leave my side.” he’ll insist, clutching your hand as you roll your eyes

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revasserium · 9 months

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the art of losing (and then, again, being found)

oikawa; 2,208 words; fluff and fluff and straight till morning -- also fulfilling my peter pan au for the 31 days of aus; dedicated to @fuckinglevi

for as long as the world can remember, there has always been a peter — a running away kind of boy — and there has always been a wendy — a learning to fly kind of girl.

for as long as he can remember, oikawa has always been lost. he’s just never been fussed about the losing bit. because you see, for as long as he can remember, there’s always been the second star to the right, the brightest on the horizon, and if he’s got that, then at least he always knows where he is — physically, he means. so he can’t be that lost, right? even if he is the head of the lost boys, and it’s kind of their thing to be — well… lost.

he meets you on a balcony at dusk, right after sunset, when the sky is still light enough to see, but dark enough for the first glimmer of stars. he meets you in the midst of your last, lingering daydreams, and it was this that drew him to you, inexplicably, irrevocably. it was gravity and dusk and the sinking sun. it was truth and wandering and knowing you’re the one.

“you look like you’re thinking about something real serious,” he says. to which you yelp and nearly stumble off your feet. you clutch at your metaphorical pearls and slate a glare at him the way you’d seen your momma do at passersby when they jeer or say something unsightly.

“you scared me!”

oikawa cocks his head, “mah — you don’t seem all that scare-able but… i might be wrong.” his grin is sly and catlike and you can’t help but blush.

“i — i’m not scared!” you puff out your chest and let yourself take him in — him and his wind-swept hair and sky-kissed cheeks, the dulcet light of fading day draped across his shoulders like a lingering promise.

“good! then you’ll do just fine,” oikawa says, jerking his chin towards the darkening sky with a toothy grin.

“f-fine for what?” you ask.

oikawa sighs a soul-shaking sigh, “for getting lost, of course!”

you frown, “for… getting lost?”

“yeah! c’mon — it’s easy — here, i’ll help you up —” he holds out his hand, crouching on the wide white banisters of your second floor bedroom, the small terrace overlooking your family gardens. you lick your lips and peer over the edge. it seems like an awful long way to fall, if you were to fall that is.

“but… what if…” you crease your brows and bite your lips.

“i won’t let you fall. c’mon — i promise.”

you look up, and your eyes catch on the crescent moon curve of oikawa’s smile. behind him, the sky is a velvet skein, studded with so many gem-like stars. you want to run your fingers over them, wonder if they’d catch beneath your palms like the tiny pearls on your momma’s favorite black dress —

“okay then.” you say, reaching up to take his hand.

he smiles, something sweet, something real — and pulls you up beside him.

that was three, or four, or maybe even five years ago. and since then, you’d learned so much from him, met all his lost boys, been to the edge of the earth and over it — to neverland and then back again.

you’d met the marveling mermaids, the nebulous tree-nymphs, the flamingo-dotted lagoons, and the treacherous trails that leads up to the ever-rushing waterfall, where legend says that the first ever lost boy and the first ever lost girl had held hands and jumped —

“ — and they were never seen again…” oikawa says, the campfire casting brilliant orange shadows dancing across the planes of his laughing face.

you laugh, rolling your eyes as you lay back on the soft grasses and cast your eyes up at the sea of never-ending stars.

a few minutes later, you feel a body settle in the grass next to you. and you don’t have to look over to know who it is. by now, you know oikawa by mere presence, by the way his body cuts through the air, by the pattern of his breaths, by the way his laughter rings against a moonless night.

“do you ever miss it?” you ask, not looking at him.

“miss what?” he asks, and his voice is light and playful, though you can feel him go still.

something — something holds him still, even when he wants to sway with the tall grasses and sing with the stars. he stays, his eyes fixed on you.

“home,” you say.

oikawa licks his lips and casts his eyes up. he inches closers to you, close enough for his leg to brush against yours. he doesn’t answer.

because how is he to tell you that he’d long since forgotten what his home had looked like? he knows he must have had one — all the lost boys do. but isn’t it their job, then, to be lost as they are. isn’t it part of who they are to be here and there and nowhere, all at once?

how’s he to tell you that ever since the day he met you — you were the only place that’d ever felt like home?

that not even this vast neverland could ever replace you?

“i…” his lips are dry and his throat is drier. he swallows hard and looks for the second star to the right and straight on till morning and —

he shakes his head, and thinks he oughta try something different.

“do… do you ever miss… home?”

you laugh, pillowing your head on your interlocked hands. and it’d be a lie for him to say that he hadn’t noticed the change in you (and the changes in himself), the way that your round, girlish cheeks had slimmed, the way his own childish jaw had hardened, had lengthened in the days and months and… had it really been years? since he’d known you?

“sometimes… the things i can remember of it, that is,” you say.

oikawa bites back a wince. because of course — of course, you’d still remember those wide, white banisters, and that beautiful rose-filled garden. of course you’d still remember the lace-trimmed curtains that had hung over your huge french windows. of course, he couldn’t expect you to forget your darling mother and your darling father and your darling, ever-so-darling life — the one that you’d left behind.

but… he’d be remiss to say that he hadn’t at least hoped.

“come with me,” you say, turning your smile at him, and he reacts too late. he knows he is helpless against it — your smile.

your smile, your smile — your smile.

the sunlight and moonlight and distilled-down starlight of it all.

he could get drunk on it — even if he’d never really know what that word had meant in the first place, he thinks — he knows. it must be something like this. something like the dizziness that fills him nearly to the brim, the weightlessness of the world, even when he’s sitting perfectly still.

“i — i can’t.” he looks down at his interlaced fingers.

“why not?”

“i’m — i’m a lost boy,” its a weak stab at his usual bravado. he knows, and yet…

you slate him a dubious glance.

“well… you found me, didn’t you?”

he gapes. he has no good answer. because you’re right — he had found you. but… hadn’t that been his job? to find you and then to lead you… but to lead you what? astray? he didn’t like to think of himself as someone who leads people astray but… isn’t that what lost-people are?

“you… i…” oikawa stutters, frowning as he tries to piece together his thoughts .

you sit up, stretching your fingers towards the endless stars of the milky way, cast about the sky like so many careless, thoughtless points of light.

“come with me. you’ll be alright… and if you ever wanted to come back here… you’ll be able to find it again.”

oikawa shakes his head, “no… neverland isn’t for those who have been found… it’s —”

you sigh, rolling your eyes, “only for the lost boys and girls and ones who never grow up… yes, yes, i know… but…” you chew on your lips and twist your fingers, “what if… what if i wanna grow up? but i wanna still be your friend too? what then?”

oikawa feels his breath catch in his chest, like a sailor on the first notes of a siren’s deadly song.

“t-then… i guess you have to choose…” but even he can tell that there’s no conviction there, that doubt has already seeped the cracks and crevices of his wandering heart.

you heave a deep sigh and knit your arms, “well, that seems like a raw deal to me!”

oikawa blinks, startled at the hardness to your voice. and then, he starts to laugh, a bright, orange peels and sunrise kind of sound, a light, owl-feathers and starlight kind of sound. he laughs and laughs, and eventually, all his lost boys are laughing with him, holding their bellies and rolling on the soft, tall, flamingo-grazed grasses.

“i-it’s not funny!” you insist, your cheeks burning as you watch them all, rolling around in laughter, great, sharp peels of it echoing towards and eternally lightening horizon.

“b-but it is! a-and you’re right!” oikawa finally wipes at his eyes, still grinning wide as he straightens up again, dusting his clothes of the stray bits of grass, “i think it’s time for me to take you home.”

he reaches out a hand and for the first time in forever, you hesitate.

how many times had you reached out to take his hand? how many times had he held you strong and fast — just like the first time he’d taught you how to fly.

“c’mon… trust me.”

you smile, and you take his hand.

later — much later — when walking the moonlit paths of your very own rose garden in your very own home, you’d wonder about the miraculous days you’d spent in neverland. about how surreal they seemed, even now, like the frames of a long-forgotten dream.

“darling, what are you thinking about?” oikawa smiles as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and loops his arms around your waist. his voice is sweet and light and husky as the dusk, settling over the far horizon.

“nothing… just… wondering…”

“about what?”

you let your head fall onto his shoulder, letting your gaze trail upwards towards the first of the flickering stars.

“about… the flamingos. and the mermaid lagoon.”

“oh, i’m sure they’re being well taken care of,” his voice is rich and full of laughter, even as he spins you round to brush his lips against yours, his eyes are the color of glowing amber, sharp and hard and everlasting, “i left very specific instructions to iwa, you know.”

you roll your eyes, “i know, but…”

“ah, ah — no but’s — except maybe this one —”

you squeak as his grin twists lascivious and his hands wander south.

“darling!” you collapse into oikawa’s chest, laughing as he swings you around, dipping you low to capture your lips, kissing you sweet, kissing you full, kissing you till your breath is nothing more than a hummingbird-yearning in the center of your chest.

“yes?”

you licks your lips, your cheeks warm, “do you… ever miss it?”

“what? neverland?”

you shrug, casting your eyes up towards the now star-strewn sky.

“i suppose sometimes… it’s hard not to, isn’t it? but…” he grins again, tugging you to him as he stars to hum and your steps fall in line with his, the pair of you swaying in the light of the shy, waning moon, beneath the silver-kissed hems of silken clouds.

“but… what?” you ask, pressing your cheek to his broad chest, counting the steady badump-badump of his very solid heart.

oikawa wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

“you found me… didn’t you?”

you smile; you nod; you keep on dancing in your moonlit garden.

“do you regret it?” you ask, after a long, long while.

oikawa scoffs, “do you?”

“do i what?” you look up.

“do you regret it? being found?”

you lick your lips as you consider his question.

“no,” you say, “not one bit… because i got to get lost with you.”

“then… there’s your answer,” he says, as he leans down to press his forehead against yours.

and far, far above you, the second star to the right flickers and winks and shines, acting as a guide for all those who are lost, and all those still in the process of being found — it shines and it shines, bright and bright and bright.

the second from the right, and straight on till morning light, right on to a promised ever — neverland.

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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Ladies and Gentlemen, ✨them✨

requested || enemies to lovers trope with Oikawa, ushijima x y/n has a fanclub

oikawa, ushijima

oikawa 👑✨

being captain of the school’s volleyball team is only a plus to his good looks and charm

but what’s even more attractive is his s/o: you (who seems to be great at anything; sports, education, art)

you two together are a FORCE to be reckoned with ✨

it might be because you first started off as rivals in the beginning of high school

Oikawa always being the star and center of attention, finally found his rival when you entered the picture

“Hey, pretty thing. What’s your name?” is what he first said, even though knew the answer, his hand reaching out to help you up…

…right after “accidentally” tossing a ball at you during P.E.

you grumbled a response. “Oikawa-kun, you better watch your head,” you threatened.

it bothered Oikawa that everyone easily fell for his charms except you

so he kept finding a way to get your attention

he thinks that once he gets you to fall for his charms, he would claim “victory” against you

He leaned against your desk, showing off his final test grades.

“Nice one, Oikawa-kun,” you say, staring at the paper in front of you. You could’ve said ‘nice try’ or ‘not bad’ just to spite him, but maybe if you tried to be nice to him once, he’d finally leave you alone. He flips his hair, before bending down to your seat.

“It’s okay, y/n. Don’t be too upset. Not everyone can get high scores. If you need a tutor,” he points to himself, “I’m right here.” You felt a strong urge to wipe that smug look from his face so you smile and slip out your test grades, slapping the paper on the desk. Yours exceeded his. And you could see the grin on his face falter, like it always does when he realizes he’s lost the battle.

“You should come watch me play, y/n. You know, I’m the captain of the volleyball team,” he once asked because that was one area he was confident with. Wanting to know the hype behind this Volleyball captain, you decided to go.

That was probably the reason you started dating.

You saw the passion he had when he played volleyball. The fire in his eyes whenever he watches the ball fly precisely in the air.

Something about it inspired you.

So when you finally complimented him on it, he suddenly felt an unfamiliar emotion in his chest and warmth in his cheeks. The setter who is usually smooth-talking, found himself flustered for the first time.

From then, he’d seek ways to make you compliment him again. You could say that you charmed him instead. And even after you started dating, there is still a subtle rivalry. Like when you’re racing each other during a mile run, or reaching the school’s cafe first, even on test grades. Students would be running on the track like: “there they go again”.

Some would call it a special type of love language between you two. One minute you’re challenging each other, and the next you’re hugging and giggling in each other’s arms. Usually you win, but one thing you could never win against him in is volleyball. But that’s fine cuz you won each other’s hearts at the end.

ushijima 👑✨

talk about a power couple ✨

the thing is, Ushijima isn’t one who is affectionate and the best at showing emotion

so people assumed he was single at first

the news of you two dating spread throughout the school after what happened when he waited near the lockers for you after school.

a girl approached him with a letter in her hand, her cheeks flushed and eyes gazing down at her shoes.

you made it in time to see the girl stutter in her words as she hands the closed envelope to him.

“Toshi,” you say the nickname you had for him loud and clear. And Ushijima turns around with a panicked look on his face.

The girl jumps hearing your voice.

“Have you been waiting long?” you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek, making the girl’s jaw drop.

Your boyfriend mumbles a no, feeling more relaxed by your presence. You wondered if the girl was bothering him. He was not the best at receiving compliments, or much less confessions. You knew this based on your experience.

Her eyes flicker between you both, mouth still agape. “Wait. You two are dating? You two?!” You turn to the girl as if you’ve just noticed her presence. She was smiling which surprises you.

Before you could answer, Ushijima takes your hand in his and responds. “Yes. We are.” Your eyes flicker back to him in awe.

“Oh!” the girl places a hand on her chest, bending over, feeling relief. “Finally!”

“Wait what,” you deadpan. Ushijima still clutches your hand, standing next to you.

“I’m glad it was you, y/n.” The girl smiles again. Why is she smiling? Shouldn’t she be heartbroken? Crushed?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You squeeze Ushijima’s hand a little tight, making him cough into his other hand and you loosen your hold.

“Oh! Don’t you know people have been shipping you guys? There’s a fanclub for it!” The girl takes out a card from the envelope she was holding. “Here’s our socials!”

Ushijima remains silent, checking his watch as if he’s getting bored.

“What?!” you exclaim. “Why? How? When?”

“I know you have a lot of questions, y/n. We’ll answer them all if you join our groupchat. Okay, bye!” she squeaks before leaving you both in the empty hallway.

You turn to Ushijima who yawns. “Ready to go, y/n?” he asks mid-yawn.

“Toshi, did you not hear what she just said?” you ask your boyfriend.

“Oh, I already knew.” He leans against the lockers.

“You knew?!” Unbelievable.

“Tendou told me about them, but I just ignored them.”

“And Tendou knew as well?!”

“He claims to be an active member of the club,” Ushijima sighs, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Tendou?!” your head spins from the amount of crazy information being thrown at you. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Well,” he starts, taking both of your hands and intertwining your fingers. “I wanted us to find our way together. Without any outside help.”

His words remove any anger brewing inside you and you bring his fingers to your lips to kiss them.

Ushijima has always been a rational type of guy. He means every word he says, so it’s easy to trust him. “Alright, Toshi,” you say, taking his hands and striding down the halls. “We’re gonna go have a talk with Tendou.”

#🍙—reader inserts #🥪—requests #OIKAWA THATS TOXIC #YOU DONT THROW THINGS AT PEOPLE #love oikawa tho 💖#also idk what the ushijima one is #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru headcanons #oikawa tooru imagines #oikawa imagines #ushijima x reader #ushijima imagines

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osita-iza · 2 years

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Day 8: Oikawa + piercings

Tags: cunnilingus, tongue piercings, face sitting, exes to lovers, gn! fembodied! reader

You were the first person that Oikawa had ever slept with, his frist serious relationship, and his first love. It was his other true love, volleyball, that had pulled the pair of you away from each other during your young adult years.

And it was by chance that the two of you were pulled together in the same bar all those years later. The air around you still relaxed him. It still made his heart light up in a way he hadn’t had anyone else do before.

That wasn’t to say that you hadn’t changed; you had changed quite a bit in fact. When he had imagined you as he traveled the world, he imagined you as you were in high school. He was worried that the time he would finally see you again, you wouldn’ recognize him. As he sat in the chair across from you, a drink in his hand, he realized that wasn’t the case. You had matured and changed in your own ways. You had stories to tell him. Those features he had fallen in love with had only grown more perfect with your face. Despite all that growth, you were still able to make him blush as you asked about his tongue piercing as he talked.

He had always been grateful that you had been his first. The both of you had no idea what you were doing, but he was comfortable with you. This time, though, he knew what he was doing, and he was itching to prove to you that he did. Oikawa wanted to show you all the different ways he had matured.

The light in his chest only grew as he pushed you up against the wall of his apartment with your legs wrapped around him. He had dreamed of your gasping as he marked your neck up. He groped your ass as you pulled his face back to yours for a kiss. Your hips rolled, looking for sensation, but he pushed you harder against the wall. “I still can’t get used to that piercing,” you gasped between breaths.

He chuckled against you as he carried you to the bed. “Trust me, you’re gonna really like it a minute.”

Oikawa was only proven right as you rode his face not even a couple minutes later. You tugged his hair as your hips rolled. He rolled his tongue over your clit; the piercing adding more pressure. His hands gripped your hips to force you to stop moving and stay still as he focused on your clit.

“F-Fuck Tooru,” you gasped, throwing your head back.

“Look at me,” His muffled words traveled from between your legs.

You felt yourself come even closer as you stared at his face. HIs tongue licked up from your entrance to clit; the metal of his piercing shining in the small sliver of moonlight that traveled into his room. His dark eyes stared at your face. The kind of focus he usually reserved for the court.

His lips circled your clit and sucked, yanking another moan from your lungs. Your juices covered the lower half of his face, but he refused to let up, only heightening the pressure he sucked on your clit. You desperately tried to move your hips against his move again, but he tightened his grip on you to keep you still. You groaned in a frustration, both from not moving freely and how close you were.

“Tooru, please,” you whined.

He groaned at your words, sending vibrations up your body. Oikawa flicked his tongue against your clit once again, hitting the nub once again with the piercing. You moaned as you finally released on his face, further wetting his lower face. He lightly licked at you for a moment before you pushed his face away.

You moved down his body to press a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. “I do like that piercing,” you whispered.

He smirked, and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes at it. His hands squeezed at your hips again. “You’re not the only one who’s grown up,”

You looked him up and down; his jeans still covering him up. “Can’t wait to see what else about you grew up,” you chuckled as you reached for his belt.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru imagines #oikawa x reader #kinktober 2022 #haikyuu x reader #nsft

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animehideout · 6 months

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HAIKYUU BOYS RED AND GREEN FLAGS ( IMO ) Part I ❤️💚

check out part II here

A/N: It's been a while since I last posted kn tumblr. I've been posting on Wattpad so If you want to check my books there here's my ID : narae_99.

I hope you enjoy this, I'll post the other parts soon..

Characters: Kageyama - Oikawa - Kuroo - Kenma.

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Kageyama Tobio:

Green flags 💚:

• A good listener

• Gives you 100% honest opinion.

• Smells really good.

• Won't cheat , like never.

• Gives you personal space.

Red flags ❤️:

• Type to give you the silent treatment.

• Would be serious most of the time.

• Would take time to get used to your humor.

• Would judge you lowkey, and feel the second hand embarrassment if you ever did something weird.

Oikawa Tooru:

Green flags 💚:

• Smart.

• He loves skinship.

• Not afraid of pda.

• He motivates you.

• buys you gifts.

• He's open about your relationship ( shows you off ).

Red flags ❤️:

• Egocentric even in the relationship.

• Flexing all the time it may lead to you feeling insecure.

• God complex.

• can be offensive sometimes.

• Would make fun of you in a joking way but it could be really extreme.

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

Green flags 💚:

• Romantic af.

• A gentleman.

• Committed and very serious about you.

• Talks about your future together.

• Manly 🤌🏻

• Expect a lot of gifts 🎁.

Red flags ❤️:

• Very possessive.

• Overprotective.

•He's the captain so expect him to be bossy even in your relationship.

• Tries to dominate you in almost everything.

• Gets extremely jealous over the slightest things.

• Won't allow a man breathe your direction.

Kozume Kenma:

Green flags 💚:

• Loves you truly.

• Would never cheat on you.

• Respects your boundaries.

• Comfortable silence.

• Understanding and patient.

• Takes good care of you when you're sick.

Red flags ❤️:

• Can't express his feelings.

• Wouldn't initiate any kind of skinship.

• Most of the time he's busy playing video games, so he wouldn't give you much attention.

• Type to give you the silent treatment as well when he's angry.

A/N: Who would you date?

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rosze-v · 2 years

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birthday boy

pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

synopsis: Celebrating his birthday all alone, or so you thought

tw: fluff, MANGA SPOILER (but only like a place spoiler), slight suggestive theme but really minor, little bit of angst

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: Halu! I don’t really know what to feel about this one, but I was just bored, and needed to write something. I don’t think I did well here but, its okay! I’ve been playing Valorant a lot lately, and it has been fun, I wish I have someone I can play with. Anyway! have fun reading this!

text: happy birthday tooru, take care of yourself.

And sent. You stare at your phone, head empty, and not believing you just sent that. It has been 3 months, since you broke up with the volleyball player. 3 months of living in auto pilot in the morning, and complete breakdowns at night. You have loved, and maybe if you weren’t ignoring your heart, you could admit you still love him.

You met Oikawa when he came over to Argentina, and walk into the bakery you work at. What you noticed from him first was the proud smirk on his face, and his tall build. You immediately knew to steer away from him because the first thing he did when he saw you at the counter was to say, hi pretty can I get your number?

But what you didn’t know at the time was that he had been watching you for so long. He had his eyes on you the first time he saw you giving out bread samples outside of the bakery. Oikawa thought you were so cute, but he didn’t want to mess it up by being greedy, so he observed you. Yet the result of his observation was replied with how can I help you today sir.

And ever since that day, Oikawa had tried his hardest to take you out, and you gave in. You gave in, and said yes to the best date you have ever went. Oikawa brought you to a beautiful restaurant for your first date, and you guys talk so much, the restaurant have to chase you guys away. You never expected the flirty, cocky-looking man you detest so much, had so much in common with you.

So that was the story of how you dated Oikawa, the man who kept your heart in cages.

Remembering your time with him send a striking pain through your chest. The beach was quite cold, but the starry night is comforting enough for you. You glance at the clock in your phone, and realized that its 12.10. You turn to your right, and take the box of cake, placing it on your lap. When you open the box, you could see a simple white cake, with blue writing of Happy Birthday. Birthdays were always special to you; well, it became special when Oikawa introduced it to you. Growing up, you didn’t celebrate your birthdays much, because no one really cares. So, when Oikawa found out that he missed your birthday because you couldn’t care less to tell him, and he found out the reason why, he made sure that all celebrations be it birthdays, Halloween, whatever it is, will be celebrated.

So, here you are, trying to place the candles in the cake, trying to celebrate the birthday of your ex. You were trying to lit up the candles when a voice startles you.

“You’re gonna burn yourself that way”. You immediately turn around, eyes wide, and body freezing. Though your body relaxes immediately when it was the birthday boy himself.

“Tooru…”. You whispered as Oikawa sit down beside you, taking the cake into his lap, and lighting up the candle himself. He was silent, and you were silent as you take in the sight in front of you. Oikawa’s hair was much longer now, he had it tied. There were stubbles, and little moustache. He looked thinner than before, and yet you couldn’t help but breathe him in. He still smells the same, his voice still sounds the same, and you could only stare at him.

He turned around to face you, placing the cake back into your lap. He was trying his best to not meet your eyes, but he couldn’t help it, he missed the way your eyes misses his. Slowly, Oikawa looks up, and immediately his heart thrums loud in his ears. He misses you so much, it took everything in him not to squeeze you in his arms. It was silent again, the both of you gazing into each other, wondering, what the hell happened.

“happy birthday to you”. You sang suddenly, as you lift the cake up in front of Oikawa.

“happy birthday to you”. Oikawa’s lips who were straight, and emotionless before, curled up slowly.

”happy birthday to my Tooru, happy birthday to you”. Oikawa blew the candle, closing his eyes, pretending to make a wish, when in fact, he was trying his best to hold onto his tears because you called him, my Tooru. When he opens his eyes, he notice your wet cheeks, and you trying to wipe away your incoming tears.

“I'm sorry (y/n)”. Oikawa blurted, and you could only shake your head.

“It was my fault Tooru”.

“No, it wasn’t your fault! I was just not listening to you.” Oikawa admits, as he slowly took your hand into his.

“But I wasn’t understanding enough.” You said, remembering the reason the both of you broke up. It was just something silly, you realize that you and Oikawa have not spend any time together, and he was ignoring your texts, and calls. When you demand answers, he got angry at you, and telling you that he’s too busy. You, of course, apologized first, but then it continues happening, and eventually, the both of you broke up.

“No, baby, I was just…”. Oikawa sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. “I was only looking at myself, and thinking that you will be alright”. He whispered.

“And, I was such a dick to you, and I…, I let you go”. Oikawa couldn’t hold in his tears anymore, he was feeling such intense emotions, and he just wants, no he needs you back so much. Seeing him so broken claws into your heart, as you squeeze his hand. You were going to speak up when Oikawa continues again.

“Please (y/n) … I really want you back. These 3 months were utter hell, I- I need you. I’ll do anything for you to come back”. You peer into his eyes, honesty, and determination were clear in his eyes.

But you can’t help but think of how lonely, and terrible it felt when he ignored you. “But Tooru… what happened was a huge problem you know”. Oikawa nodded in agreement.

“I completely understand that you’re busy, but I really don’t like it when you just ignore me, and the things I said. It felt like my words, and feelings don’t mean anything.” You whispered, looking down at your lap.

A hand extended in front of you as Oikawa places his hand on your chin, and held it up, so you were looking at him again. Gently, he places his hand on your cheek, rubbing circles on it. It felt so soothing, and you could feel yourself melting into Oikawa again.

“I’ll change for you. I’ll learn to listen, and I will learn to communicate better. Please… just give me another chance”. Oikawa pleading voice shakes your weak judgement, and after a few seconds you nodded. Immediately, Oikawa hug you, tight and strong as he sighs in delight.

“Fuck, I miss this baby”. You could only chuckle as you rub his back, and inhaling his scent.

“I miss you too my Tooru”. Oikawa unlatches himself from you as he shows you his grin.

“So, I’m your Tooru?”. Oikawa said, pulling your hand up to his cheek, as you rub his cheek, and then his head. You pull his head to you gently, letting your foreheads touch.

“You’re my Tooru”. He giggles, elated at your words, and getting you back. He stares at your lips, a desire burns in him, but he shakes his head, which confuses you. He quickly pecks your lip, wanting to hold onto his desire, that’s for later, he thought.

“Can we eat my cake at home?”. Oikawa stood up, holding onto the cake box in one hand, while the other held out for you to reach.

“Who said that cake is for you?”. You teased, as Oikawa pout, his lips jutted out, and eyebrows scrunched. You laughed, as you held onto his hip while he naturally places his arms around your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s your cake birthday boy. I made it for you.”

“Hell yeah! We boutta get cake wrecked baby!”. The both of you laughed out loud, hearts connecting once again, and under the stars of July, you celebrated another birthday.

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa tooru angst #oikawa tooru x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #oikawa tooru imagines #oikawa tooru drabbles #rsz.w

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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airbendertendou · 2 years

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android!oikawa + “getting cozy?” & “still cold?”

a shiver wracks through you as you turn to your left once again. oikawa is standing on his charging station, eyes closed and almost peaceful looking. you let out a sigh - i wish it was that easy for me.

brown eyes flash a bright blue as they meet yours as they snap open. you jump as he catches your gaze, stepping off of his charger and walking to you. “i’ve detected a problem in your body — you’re in pain. how may i help?”

“could you, um—” you squirm in your bed. you hated asking for help — hated to order oikawa around like he was lesser than you. you chose to be nice to the androids that were starting to pop up around your city — other humans were still acting scorned and insulted the robots at any chance they could. “do you mind helping me sleep? my head hurts…”

“that’s what i’m here for.” oikawa smiles at you. he goes to kneel down, only stopping as you scoot over. patting the empty side of the bed, you watch as he settles in and makes himself at home.

“s’not all you were made for,” you smile. oikawa’s hand crawls to the base of your neck, his software allowing him to heat it up slightly as he begins to massage your headache away. you let out a sigh, “thank you.”

“it’s why i was made.” oikawa corrects himself. his free hand gathers your body, picking you up. carefully, oikawa lays you on himself so your chest is pressed against his. “you just have high empathy with inanimate objects.”

“you are not an object,” you disagree with a frown. he lets out a hum, one hand rubbing the back of your neck as the other rubs your back. “you’re my friend. and i cherish you dearly.”

he tilts his head, “that’s nice.”

you’re almost soothed to sleep by the warmth of your android, and the whirring in his chest. it didn’t replicate a heartbeat at all, but it comforted you still. oikawa lets out a small laugh at the dreamy, languid look on your face. “getting cozy, yn? that’s good. sleep well.”

“mm... ‘s a lil chilly,” you whisper.

immediately, the robot beneath you is warmer. he’s soothing ; the perfect temperature and weight as he lulls you into unconciousness. oikawa’s lips brush against your ear, “still cold?”

“no,” you breathe. “comfy — like home. you feel like home, ‘kawa.”

androids weren’t supposed to feel — weren’t supposed to get attached. but, oh, he was. oikawa adored you. but, he kept it to himself and only tugged you closer.

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utahimeow · 1 year

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ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy

“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.

“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”

“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.

you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”

it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.

tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.

“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.

“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.

when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.

“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.

he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.

there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.

“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.

“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.

each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.

before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.

you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.

#oikawa smut #oikawa tooru smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #oikawa imagine #oikawa tooru fanfic #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq drabble #haikyuu x reader #꒰ love letters. ��#꒰ lovers. ꒱ — oikawa

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sixosix · 2 years

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oikawa tooru: first, last, & everything in between kiss

blurb first kisses don’t always mean it’s the last. at least, to oikawa it is. you often wonder when you fell in love with him during it -- or has it always been there?

a/n !!! this took so long even tho it’s only 4k words? lmk what u think ab this fic once ur done reading! and thank u ( ˘ ³˘)♡

# fem!reader, high school pining, JEALOUSY, getting drunk, childhood friends to lovers

it’s different when you're in love with your best friend.

this is the first thought you have when oikawa’s eyes flutter shut and his lips brush over yours. a rather eye-opening discovery you probably wouldn’t have found unless you felt his soft mouth.

“y/n, have you ever had your first kiss?” oikawa said about an hour ago conversationally, tape all over his fingers. “i would be sad if you do. i haven't even had mine yet.” it's a stupid conversation, but kisses and romance and all the like were topics that were never brought up with them.

so you played along, swinging a sly glance along his way. “really? you, oikawa tooru, alleged golden boy with the alleged pretty face? you haven't had your first kiss yet?”

oikawa flushed ear to neck. “y/n-chan! what do you mean alleged?” he tutted, waving his finger in front of your face. “don’t lie, we both know i’m the man of your dreams!”

yeah, you thought forlornly, you are. “only an idiot would have you, of all people, be their prince charming.”

“are you an idiot—hey, wait! stop distracting me!” with unusual determination to continue his previous question, he squished your cheeks together with his palms, staring intently at you with chocolate brown eyes. “have you had your first kiss yet?”

your cheeks burned, heart pounding in your ears at his stupid fucking question and the stupid fucking closeness. “n-no!” you slapped your hands on top of his, brows furrowed. “don’t you think i’d tell you and hajime when something like that happens? idiot.”

oikawa hummed. “so you haven’t had your first kiss!” he said it like it’s good news. you clicked your tongue, smacking his hands away. “you don’t have to be ashamed, y/n-chan! in fact, i have a proposition for you.”

“big word.”

“thanks. iwa-chan kept slapping my head until i memorized it!” oikawa cleared his throat, blushing when you giggle. “anyway, let’s have each other’s first kiss!”

how’s the weather today? the sky is clear today! did you eat yet? let’s have each other’s first kiss! what did you have for breakfast?

you blue-screened. “w-whuuuuh.”

“y/n-chan!” he proclaimed, and then comes in what flipped your world upside down. “i trust you with my life because you’re my bestest friend—don’t tell iwa-chan—and i wouldn’t mind giving you my first kiss,” he grinned, then, all shiny and cute. “a first kiss is important, right? so i know i wouldn’t have made a mistake if i chose you.”

well, shit.

so you agreed.

and immediately regretted it.

when he pulls away, your brain does a big Oh of realization.

you love a lot of things. you love the crack in the sidewalk that has two pretty flowers sprouting out of it. you love the creak in the 6th step of the stair in your home that only pops out when you’re sneaking out to raid the fridge. you love the fireflies that swarm iwaizumi’s garden at night. they’re all nice things that warm your heart when you see them.

but falling in love with oikawa tooru is different. it's falling head-first in a cliff 50 ft off the ground. it’s plummeting but soaring but never having time to breathe out for a break. it's this and that and always oikawa.

it’s also agreeing to let him fuck your life over the moment you hand your heart over to him.

when he pulls away, you’re oddly breathless, heaving slightly at the loss of his soft lips against yours. you feel stupid for feeling this way—slightly ashamed, too.

but it’s even stranger when you take a look at oikawa.

oikawa, whose pupils are dilated and almost out of it. you almost want to snap your fingers to get him back, but then he pulls himself back into his cheeky composure. almost as if you imagined it.

“that was nice,” you admit shyly.

oikawa stares at your mouth, and you bite them in response, hiding them away. “...yeah, it was,” he says, finally.

you two go back to taping posters on his wall. he lets you handle his favorite jose blanco—signed, mind you—poster, and it leaves you feeling funny to know that you’re important enough to him to trust you with a precious poster and a first kiss.

when iwaizumi comes back, neither of you bring it up, but you feel oikawa’s eyes on you the entire night.

it’s almost like it never happened.

neither of you brought it up. neither of you talked about it. maybe you just dreamt of it? although that seems likely, the only reminder that something happened that night, is oikawa’s lingering stares.

it’s calculative and tentative, like he’s trying to figure out what to do with you. and you’re not sure what to feel about that.

a day before entering high school, oikawa comes over to your house unannounced with a timid knock on the door.

“what the hell are you doing here?”

you welcome him with open arms (on your own terms); because of course. he’s your best friend! (or so you tell yourself. best friends don’t usually kiss each other and have one of the other feel something about it.)

“y/n-chan! good evening to you, too!” oikawa chirps, reaching out to ruffle your hair as he bends down. the movements—slow and dragging slower—almost looks like something out of a shoujo manga where the love interest is about to kiss the protagonist’s forehead.

except your life is not a shoujo manga and oikawa tooru—alleged love interest, you would say, but you’re not a protagonist either—leans away before you could react.

oikawa doesn’t look like he’s dropping off anything, nor does he look like he’s in a hurry, so you give him a once-over, then huff. “let’s go up to my room.”

oikawa whoops as he follows after you, leaving his shoes right next to yours. “haven’t been there in a while!”

“who’s to blame for that?”

“an athlete must practice whenever they can, don’t you know, y/n-chan?”

“mhm.”

despite the truth in his words, oikawa still saunters inside with familiarity, throwing himself over your bed as soon as you slip his jacket off of him.

“what did you want, tooru?” you ask, placidly this time, fond over time. at least, that’s what oikawa should feel. because if you dig deeper than where you should be, you’d find an answer to why y/n is so different around tooru.

and hopefully, oikawa is dumb enough to not roll his sleeves up and look for a shovel.

“hmm,” he says, with a smile that is leaning less from pretty and onto nerve-wracking. “have you kissed anyone this year?”

did he seriously cross the street just to ask that?

you spare him a glance—oikawa tooru, on your bed—and you know oikawa tooru. so you know that oikawa tooru does not have shame and has crossed the street to ask you this question.

you give him a look, one that can only be translated as: seriously? “i’ve spent day and night making sure you and hajime don’t kill yourself practicing; you think i have time for that, ru?”

oikawa smiles, and he looks so pleased when he shouldn’t be. like a big old cat getting what he wants. “yeah, that’s true.”

and he knows it, so why does he bother asking aside from the sole reason of hearing it from you?

oikawa, while you’re contemplating with silence, sits up and leans close to your space, until you can feel his breath on your neck. “y/n-chan, can we kiss again?”

“i—um,” it’s all you can say. “tooru…”

oikawa smiles, and it’s a pretty enough sight to leave you brainless. “i just missed you. and it doesn’t have to mean anything.” he adds it like an afterthought.

you swallow. “okay.”

he brightens. “okay?”

“yeah, it’s— it doesn’t have to mean anything, right?”

oikawa hums, absentmindedly. “of course.”

and then he meets you halfway to kiss you—but this? this is different from the first. this is too different from what you remember, and you remember all of it like it happened yesterday.

this one is more eager, oikawa cupping your cheeks as he happily presses his lips against yours. and you’re too stunned to think of any reason to stop him, so you push back.

one thing you don’t recall is how nice it feels. how perfect it is to have oikawa like this.

though you don’t get to dwell on it much longer, because oikawa pulls away and beams. he thanks you, for whatever reason. and still, you’re in shock to process anything. he starts to say something, babbling about his day, and you wish you could say you know what he’s talking about, but your mind is racing far too fast.

you stare at your trembling hands with a warm face.

the problem is, maybe oikawa’s already halfway done digging.

as years grew, oikawa did, too.

he grew into his sharpness, one that rivaled the glint in his eyes. his jawline is almost terrifying. the way his limbs grew and grew is almost unfair. he's tall, lean, perfect, and made a new image for himself quickly:

oikawa tooru, the high school heartthrob. oikawa tooru, the best setter to ever exist in this prefecture.

he still had the same soft hair that curls right at the edges, the same cheeky smile that would leave his mother or iwaizumi whooping his ass, and the same lilt in his tone whenever he talks to you.

and there's also that you two still kiss behind closed doors.

you don't have a reason to keep this going, not anymore. oikawa didn't have one, too. but neither of you stopped, and neither complained.

he always says he misses you. and he’s your best friend so his happiness is yours.

iwaizumi found out about your little… routine with oikawa, and he didn’t seem surprised, much to your confusion. he only says oikawa is an idiot, and so are you for letting it continue when neither of you have plans on settling.

hajime is right.

hajime told you that if you can, you could make oikawa stop. (hajime is right.)

as years grew, some things change.

but some things don't, like how iwaizumi will always be there to smack the back of oikawa’s head with either his hand or a volleyball. oikawa dislikes both either way. you laugh at both either way.

oikawa dates here and there. sometimes, he’d have a new girl weeks later. but neither you nor iwaizumi mind much; oikawa always makes sure that his time spent with you both stays the same.

though, rumors float sometimes.

he’s never kissed any of them. the girls say, he’s never kissed me, too; he always says to wait until the time is right. i dumped him because of that, too!

that rumor in particular strikes you as odd.

it's not unheard of to not kiss immediately in a relationship. intimacy depends on the type of relationship a couple has, and it's never anyone’s business no matter how long it takes.

it makes you wonder: what the hell is your relationship with tooru?

is your friendship with him that discardable that he wouldn't wait for the ‘right time’ with you? the thought makes you sick with anger and jealousy. but mostly… resignation. because the moment oikawa kissed you, you knew what would happen.

so you don’t really have a right to be upset. first kiss, it’s his fault. the second, third, and the rest that comes after, are yours.

as you’re walking past the stairs of the first floor, a hand shoots out to grab your wrist.

you panic, obviously, but relax when you’re faced with bright brown eyes and an impish smile. he doesn’t close the storage room door, just lets it hang open.

“y/n!” oikawa laughs, and he’s all flushed and sweaty.

“had a good practice?” you muse, pushing bangs out of his face.

“mhm,” he leans into your touch. “you should’ve been there.”

you kiss him first this time, and he loves it.

oikawa broke up with a girl again, and it’s the hot topic of the class today. or maybe it’s because you sit next to aoi, said ex-girlfriend.

you feel slightly unnerved that aoi keeps casting glances at you as if she’s seeing you in a different light. you’ve never spoken to her outside of strict class projects, but now she’s looking at you like you’ve got the answers to her crossword puzzle of the day.

should you feel concerned that oikawa’s ex keeps looking at you? probably.

“hey, y/n.”

you tilt your head to look at the blond waving at you. no one’s been bothered to call you outside of the classroom before. “good morning, iwasaki-san.”

he grins, and it’s too much, a little bit. you wonder where tooru and hajime are. “morning. how are you doing?”

“i’m good, thank you,” you answer politely, albeit a little clipped with confusion. “...you?”

“ah well,” iwasaki rubs the nape of his neck sheepishly. “there’s a new ice cream store on the way here, and i thought you might be interested?”

iwasaki is nice and polite. brown hair and pearly white teeth, he’s surely the kind of boy you’d find yourself falling for had you been best friends with literally anyone else.

“hmm,” you pretend to give it thought, “your treat?”

iwasaki beams, all wide eyes, and wide grins. something about it feels familiar but doesn’t feel quite right. “of course! does that mean— you would want…?”

you shrug, swinging your bag over your shoulder as you slide the door open. iwasaki follows after you like a lost puppy. “sure. my friends have practice so i’d have nothing else to do waiting for them.”

iwasaki opens his mouth to say something.

“oh? y/n-chan!”

you freeze, spinning around to see oikawa waving enthusiastically.

you’ve heard rumors of oikawa’s eyes. in hallways and magazines, it’s pretty enough for you to stare at it longer than you should. in court, it’s deadly enough for the hair on the back of your neck to stand, as if he’s figured out every weakness and how to up their strength with just one look.

being the victim of this intense gaze is… something else.

“tooru,” you greet back with a forced grin. “what’re you doing here? gonna kneel and beg for your ex to take you back?”

oikawa pouts, and those eyes lose intensity. he’s stumbling over to you as he all but drapes himself over you. he’s very heavy and very tall; it does not work well for you.

“y/n-chaaaaan! don’t be mean!”

“ow! you hanger-ass-bitch, get off me!”

“y/n-chaaaaaaan!”

he’s gaining more and more attention as he keeps on whining, and you’re too embarrassed to let it continue.

you pinch his cheek. “shut up, tooru. seriously, what are you doing here?”

“eh?” oikawa blinks, cupping your cheeks with his wide palms. “looking for you, of course! why would you even think otherwise, hm?”

you’re pretty sure your brain is melting off of your ears. “tooru—”

iwasaki—oh fuck you completely forgot he was there—clears his throat. “l/n-san, i have to go, but… the deal’s still up, right?”

“the deal?” oikawa echoes curiously. there’s a hint of something in his tone, and it makes iwasaki shuffle nervously.

“oh! after school, right?”

iwasaki beams. “yes, yeah!”

oikawa leans against you. “y/n-chan, i was looking for you to tell you i don’t have practice today!”

you pause.

that… that was new. this is a big deal, and oikawa knows it; his eyes are twinkling with mischief. he’s up to something. you check his face, his arms, his legs, for any visible injuries, but oikawa looks like he’s fine.

and usually, that means he jumps at the chance to practice. what changed his mind?

“oh,” you mutter. “is everything okay, tooru?”

oikawa smiles, softer now. “of course, y/n-chan! just got out of a break up, is all. wanted to hang out with my best friends.”

you turn to iwasaki, who looks like he’s seen a car crash. “i’m sorry, iwasaki-san. i have a big baby to babysit later. maybe next time?”

iwasaki pales. he’s not looking at you so you’re not sure what he sees. “uhm, okay! i’ll see you around!”

he walks off, gaining pace the moment he turns to a sharp corner. that was odd.

you and oikawa are alone.

you nudge your best friend. “tooru, don’t tell me… you were jealous?”

oikawa splutters, face red and hot. “y/n-chan!”

(he never denied it, now that you look back at it.)

there’s a party, and iwaizumi’s invited.

whoever’s birthday it was, they must know that if you take iwaizumi anywhere, oikawa and y/n are sure to follow. and you three do exactly just that.

it’s a small party, with only a classroom of people inside a large house, enough for it to not feel too suffocating.

you hold both iwaizumi and oikawa’s hand when you enter inside, but matsukawa sweeps him away so it’s kind of pointless.

others try to get oikawa, too, but those two made a promise to not leave you alone. with iwaizumi in the kitchen surrounded by people, oikawa is firmly planted against your side.

oikawa is acting strange, you notice.

ever since that interaction with iwasaki, he hasn’t accepted any confession nor went on any dates. of course, it could be because he got really busy.

but that doesn’t explain why he stopped kissing you.

“hey! hey! l/n, oikawa!”

you pair turn to see the birthday boy, hanamaki, waving. you know he’s a teammate of theirs, but you’ve never actually met him before.

hastily, you bow. “happy birthday, hanamaki-kun!” you greet before you forget your manners. “sorry for tagging along without an invitation.”

hanamaki blushes for some reason. maybe he’s tipsy. “er. no, it’s fine. i was expecting you two to come along, it’s why i invited him, you know.”

“makki,” oikawa says in a dangerous tone you’ve never heard before. he grins, but it’s a different one. “did you get ny gift?”

hanamaki’s face blooms into an uncharacteristic beam. “yeah! you’re the best, captain. i didn’t even know you knew i was waiting for that version to come out.”

you have no idea what the hell they’re talking about.

oikawa hums, pleased. “only the best for my team, of course!” he nudges you, bringing you back in the conversation. “and the bestest for my y/n-chan!”

it sounds strange for an outsider, you can tell by the way hanamaki is eyeing you two thoughtfully. but to you, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

you laugh. “it’s not my birthday celebration yet, tooru. you’ll have to wait for that ‘til you spoil me.”

the party continues, and you’re given a drink, despite oikawa and iwaizumi’s protests. you urged them not to worry about leaving you alone, which led to this girl cooing over you looking out of place, and handing you drinks to loosen up. she probably mentioned her name, but with the dizzying fog in your brain, you can’t remember.

“hey…” the mystery girl whispers. she looks like hanamaki. does hanamaki have a sister? “i think your boyfriend is looking for you.”

“tooru?” you don’t know why you said that out loud, but you did. “wait—i don’t, hah, i don’t have a boyfriend, silly!”

she points at a tall, familiar brunet whipping his head around all over and visibly freaking out in the living room.

oh, it is tooru.

with a lazy wave at hanamaki’s sister, you—with great effort, might you add—clump your way to the living room, occasionally hitting someone’s shoulder without meaning to. oh, wow, the floor looks funny. and too bright.

you bump your face into someone’s chest.

strong arms wrap around you in an instant, hot breath fanning your face.

“y/n, are you drunk?” that sounds like oikawa. you look up, and meet yourself with a pretty boy. “y/n-chan, i thought you didn’t want to drink tonight…”

you grin and poke oikawa’s nose. “i’m not that drunk, ru.”

oikawa sighs. “i guess i shouldn’t drink anything, too.” he pats your head, smiling fondly. “we’re going home early, okay?”

“you don’t have to take care of me,” you whisper, suddenly guilty.

he shakes his head. “y/n, i’d rather have iwa-chan give me a concussion with a volleyball than not take you home tonight. agree for my sake.”

oikawa grins and pulls you to him to kiss your forehead. the warmth planted on that particular spot makes you feel a little giddy, a little lightheaded. in any other circumstances, you would’ve laughed and told him to fuck off.

but because you’re drunk, you have no filter.

“tooru, why do you still kiss me?”

oikawa hums lowly, patting your head. “do you not like it, y/n-chan?”

“i… i don’t mind it. ‘m just confused why you—why you still want to do it with me.”

“…because i love you,” he admits, as low as a whisper—only a secret shared with the wind.

you giggle; you’re definitely out of it. “don’t say that, tooru!”

oikawa smiles at your laugh but it drops into confusion. “why not?”

“because you don’t mean it—not like that.”

“what makes you think i don’t mean it like that?”

you huff a bitter laugh. “you don’t show it, silly.”

oikawa is quiet for the rest of the night.

you thought it’d be kinda awkward to wake up for school tomorrow and see iwaizumi and oikawa first thing in the morning.

but you were wrong. because it is extremely fucking awkward sliding the door open to see only oikawa first thing in the morning.

“tooru!” you exclaim, though it comes out more as a surprised squeak.

oikawa smiles, and it’s always so pretty and so infuriatingly attractive. “y/n-chan, good morning!”

do you remember it, too, tooru?

“where’s—hajime?” you make a point of scanning the area; or maybe it’s only to avoid his eyes.

he shakes his head. “iwa-chan has a hangover. so we’ll get him later once he finishes being gross and puking out meals he’s had his entire life.” and to add to it, “oh, and i think iwa-chan is mad at me for letting you drink. and for not reminding him to drink water.”

do you remember what you said?

you chuckle. “that’s because you were just taking care of me instead of the both of us.”

“iwa-chan is a big boy! he can handle himself!”

“and i can’t?”

oikawa smiles softly and tugs you closer to kiss your forehead. “i’d rather have iwa-chan give me a concussion with a volleyball than know i wasn’t able to take care of you when i could’ve.”

your eyes widen. he remembers. “ah. this is embarrassing…”

“so you remember it, too?”

“every word, unfortunately. turns out i wasn’t as drunk as i thought.” you push past him to walk away and fast, unwilling to see his reaction.

oikawa laughs and it barely takes a second for his long, athletic legs to catch up. his eyes fixes up at the sky—if only you would glance at him you could see how nervous he looks.

“you know, y/n-chan, i thought i was crazy.”

“…w-what?”

“i kissed someone else a week later our third kiss,” he says, watching your expression closely. “and it was weird—because the first and only thing i thought about is how it doesn’t feel as good as all our kisses.”

with him so close like this, you should be used to it, right?

no. your heart still pounds, your face still heats up, and you still lose the ability to think of any reply.

even without a response, oikawa continues. “i thought it was because i was still thinking of my first kiss and it blinded me. but i dated, and i dated, and i dated—none of them made me feel anything. you know that, y/n-chan?”

you’re sure you’re gaping at him. “no! no—no i didn’t, what are you—”

“because the entire time i was with them, i just kept thinking of something you have that they don’t.”

there’s something sharp and determined in his gaze. he’s begging you to do something—rather, say something.

“what is it?”

“that i’m in love with you.”

it’s different when you’re in love with your best friend and he’s in love with you, too.

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