#there js never too much tooru content

[yoimix]

「 僕じゃダメですか? 」

TOORU wants to hear nothing about the crap his team is spouting right now. no, he doesn't care that you're the topic of interest—especially because you're the topic of interest.

a conversation about who you like? out of the question.

but as annoyed as he is, his ears perk up at the sound of your voice. he desperately wants to know who you like, if you like someone at all.

"guys," you wave your hands in a gesture of dismissal. "let's focus on practicing now."

"well, too bad for captain, huh? he'd love to know," makki says, shrugging.

"what did you say?!" tooru glares at him from the opposite side of the table.

"so you were listening," mattsun states.

"i just- just tuned in."

most of the days, it feels like his own team is out for his blood. really, there's nothing rewarding about being a captain. sometimes though, the affection pours out from his team, in the trust they have, and tooru's pride can reclaim its place.

but right now, his team is most certainly trying to bury him alive. makki shoots him an impetinent look and tooru wishes he could unleash iwa-chan like a guard dog on the boy. he knows the consequence of that though. at least the back of his head remembers.

tooru glances at you again, looking far too cute in the seijoh manager uniform—has it always been that pretty a blue? he can't remember. you make everything look pretty.

even the way you say his name is so lovely, he thinks.

"tooru-kun. tooru?"

gah, you calling his name like that is so unfair. he's at a loss now, daydreaming about you in broad daylight.

"oi, shithead, can you stop zoning out?" iwaizumi returns from the infirmary, his fingers firmly bandaged now. practice injuries are common but it's never a pretty sight. tooru is usually on the receiving end of those, and just thinking about the way you'd patch him up quickens the pace of his heartbeat. oh, this, this is irredeemable.

"iwaizumi-kun," you turn to him, concern in your eyes. "you shouldn't overwork yourself. take some time to heal from your injuries."

iwaizumi scratches the back of his head, a low blush creeping up on his cheeks. "ah, yeah. i will."

of course, there's this. his best friend is in love with you.

tooru can't for the life of him figure out if you like iwaizumi back. hence, the nasty brew of jealousy and the unease of a poorly timed crush. you're kind to everyone on the team, not just tooru. (though, you do tend to scold him more.) you smile at everyone you meet and your fingers are nimble with most things you touch, not just his skin. so what can give you away?

besides, tooru is most certainly the horrible sort of jerk to wish iwa-chan would give up and find someone to date before anything happens. if you like iwaizumi, it's game over for tooru. he'll always choose his best friend, like habit, but you, and your very presence, make him want to break habit. he really is irredeemable.

"y/n," iwaizumi says all of a sudden. "can we talk after practice?"

oh no. it's happening far sooner than tooru thought it would. does iwaizumi have to be so bold all the time? it makes him look bad, as the feared captain of aoba johsai.

a few knowing looks are shared across the team. tooru swears he just saw makki slide a few yen to mattsun.

but he finds his answer right then, perhaps a little late. it's like cracks on a wall, widening slowly but surely into an unlivable mess.

as picture perfect as you are, your smile wavers at iwaizumi's statement. tooru's eyes don't miss the way you look at iwa-chan, that awestruck smile on your face making tooru wish it were him instead. he knows the lovestruck look all too well. it doesn't suit himself much. he’s not smiling anymore; at least not in a way that’s genuine.

"would it be so bad if it were me?" he whispers, turning back to the familiar feel of leather in his hands.

he knows the answer to that too. it would. he only wants what he can't have, and you shouldn't be loved by someone like that. it's not a walk in the park to love someone, not to mention the pain it brings. tooru's hands fumble. he didn't think it'd turn out this way, to be left in a fountain of hopelessness.

but oikawa tooru, for what he's worth, knows that he'll always be hopeless when it comes to you, and to love. nothing is ever enough.

he grips the ball firmly once again.

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