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Love From Afar [Oikawa Tooru] [Reader-Insert]

She was in love with him.

She had been for years.

She was with him since childhood, and she had watched every moment that really mattered--the moments where there was no facade to conceal his emotions--the moments where the true emotions of Oikawa Tooru shown through.

For most of her life, [Name] was nothing but a background character, an unnoticeable and faceless person. She was always part of the shadows, gazing up high at the burning, and almost blinding sun in desperate hopes that a part of it would shine on her, and expose her to its warmth and light. In this case, the sun was Oikawa Tooru.

She recalled when they were in kindergarten; she was hiding behind the giant sand castle that she had built, and she was was observing the a group of loud boys that were causing a ruckus. They were playing pirates. When the small [Name] of that time caught sight of a small brunet, her innocent and big childish eyes had widened slightly. He was dressed in a lilac purple shirt, and dark green shorts that looked really hideous with the pretty shirt. His outfit was NOT cute, however, the boy was. His beige brown eyes were beaming with joy and he was laughing without a care in the world. He was cute, and looking at him made the five-years-old [Name]’s heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks to become pink.

That was the moment of her first crush.

From that point, unbeknownst to Oikawa Tooru, him and [Name] transitioned into the same primary school. Between them, nothing really happened. Oikawa and [Name] shared a few classes in some years, and as a npc, she watched him as he made new friends, and began to fall in love with his new profound passion -- volleyball. Endlessly, she wished she could befriend him and play with him. And that is all she did -- wish. Nothing really happened, except for that one event where he defended her from a group of bullies. He was the only one who stood up for her. Although, this was really by an accident, [Name] still held onto it.

After defending her, he had held his hand out to her, and gave her a very sweet smile. The burning sun that was blinding her, Oikawa’s big head shielded her eyes from its rays. That moment was a cliche out of a cheesy film; the sun acted as his soft backlighting which made him look angelic. [Name]’s eyes were wide, and a few dry tears stained her cheeks. A blush began to spread across her face, and she felt butterflies beginning to flutter in her stomach. Shyly, she grabbed his hand and he helped her up.

“I hope you’re okay,” He said, and he looked at her with worried eyes.

[Name] opened her mouth to reply, however before she could, one of Oikawa’s friends, called out to him from a distance.

“Uh, sorry I have to go! But don’t be afraid of anything, okay?” He said smiling, before he waved at her, and ran off.

His words engraved themselves deeply in [Name]’s heart, and without uttering a single word, she waved at him.

In that moment, [Name]’s heart skipped not one, but a few times. Her crush had manifested into a liking.

[Name] held onto the words that Oikawa had told her: don’t be afraid of anything. These words inspired her to be courageous and by the time junior high came around, she was determined to befriend him, and break out of her shy shell. She had signed up to become the manager of Kitagawa Daiichi’s boys volleyball team. The players were excited to have a cute girl manager, and were instantly befriending her. Amongst them, Oikawa also introduced himself to her, and it stung because he treated her as if that was the first time they had met. However, [Name] forced herself to get over it quickly, and focused on the present instead. She planned to give it her all. But unfortunately, life had other plans.

Due to the crisis in her personal life, she could barely attend any of her team’s practices and help them. Her presence was rare enough that they might as well have had no manager at all. However, she did successfully make it to some, and those practices were the moments she would never forget.

It was Oikawa Tooru. His facade was dropped and his publicity was stripped away. The moment was raw and filled with just so much. Sweat dripped from his forehead, as he was hunched over and leaning against his hands on his knees. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were focused on one spot in so much concentration that they appeared to be lifeless. [Name]’s eyes widened, and her breath almost left her in amazement when Oikawa grabbed another ball, tossed it up high, and jumped to serve it really accurately. However, just as the brunet landed on his feet, he screamed out in pain, and fell to his knees. This snapped [Name] out of her trance, and she gasped in surprise, and rushed over to Oikawa’s fallen form in order to help him.

He cried out in pain and tried to pull away from [Name]’s grip. However, the [h/c] female kept a stern grip on him. She had one of his arms slung over her shoulders, and she had wrapped an arm around his waist in order to support his weight. However, Oikawa was much larger and heavier than her, so she found it to be extremely difficult to help him stand. That was until another person supported Oikawa’s other side, and they were much more stronger than [Name]. With their help, they manage to successfully share Oikawa’s weight, and help him up.

“Thanks,” [Name] said, and her eyes flickered to see that it was Iwaizumi Hajime who had helped her.

The male nodded at her in acknowledgement.

“I should be saying that to you,” He said bluntly, before his gaze shifted to Oikawa, who was silently crying. Iwaizumi felt his chest clench in a mixture of emotions. He felt remorse and sympathy for Oikawa but, his strongest emotion was anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He barked, and his eyebrows furrowed in fury. He, and [Name] began to lead Oikawa outside the gym. The [h/c] female kept quiet and silently listened as Iwaizumi Hajime bellowed in anger at Oikawa’s idiocy out of concern for him.

He was caring, and [Name] noticed that for him to get away with screaming at Oikawa’s face, no matter how right he might’ve been, they had to be close.

It made her want to be that close to Oikawa too. However, on that day, the most important thing that [Name] learned was the type of person that Oikawa Tooru was. He was extremely passionate and obsessive. He had a dream, a big, big dream and it may have been out of reach. However, he held onto it tightly to the point where he was willing to ruin himself over it. And if it was one thing that [Name] knew, it was that the bigger they dream, the greater the disappointment they would feel upon failure. This was inevitable because everyone strived to achieve some sort of ambitions, no matter how small they were. The only variable that a person can control is how great the disappointment would be, and how it would impact them.

For someone as determined as Oikawa Tooru, who left little to no room for failure, who just poured and poured his entire being into one passion, there were two outcomes. Success would fulfill him, and failure would destroy him.

Unluckily, he was left to be nothing but a broken shell.

From a young age, [Name]’s mother drilled one very important lesson in her head. She told her, “you cannot play god. You can only truly help someone, if they first help themselves.”

Oikawa’s road did not lead to recovery. It lead to self-destruction.

When Oikawa finally realized how [Name] felt for him, he approached her about it. His eyes were blank and yet they were filled with desperation. She read him like a book, and she knew that he had come to her in hopes to find a new light to obsess over. In this state of mind, he was not going to love her. He was going to destroy the both of them. He was nothing but a ticking time bomb.

“I’m sorry,” [Name] uttered, as she bowed, and tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks. “I love you but I can’t let you hurt me. I’m sorry Oikawa, but I can’t accept your feelings.”

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throughtheinterstices · 3 years

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for the one who does not wear his heart on his sleeves (feat. oikawa tooru's onee-san)

❝ oikawa tooru does not wear his heart on his sleeves. oikawa toura, his older sister, knows this well. ❞

characters. oikawa toura, tooru’s onee-san; oikawa t. x fem!reader

genre. drama, comedy, slight romance

word count. 4.8k words

warnings. themes of teenage pregnancy

a/n. i wanted to delve a bit into tooru's character and thought, "who else would let us get to know him better than his older sister?" reblogs are appreciated. and as always, i’d be happy to hear your thoughts.

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST • AO3

及川 Oikawa reaching the river

Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. This didn’t stop girls from clinging on to them, however.

Oikawa Toura contemplated on this every time her younger brother got himself a girlfriend.

She figured that his handsome looks, good grades, athletic talent, and irresistible charm make up for it. (Not that she would ever admit it to her younger brother. Even then, Tooru wouldn’t be able to get all the credit. The Oikawa genes were impeccably attractive, so they all possessed the same assets anyway.)

The girls started to flock him when he was really young. Tooru was a cute and energetic kid. He was always running around with a volleyball that he loved to toss and a unique boyish charm that made him beguiling.

It was no wonder that his first grade classmate in elementary always lent Tooru her princess stickers-filled pencils whenever he “forgot” to bring his own, that Tooru weighed surprisingly heavier one time in elementary school because he always had extra to eat during meal times (courtesy of his third grade seatmate), that Tooru went home blushing one time during pre-school because a cute girl kissed him on the cheek. Toura, herself, was amused by his early puppy-love kind of escapades.

But as leaves changed color and as the siblings experienced more that life had to offer, Oikawa Toura found herself concerned about her brother. Tooru, as a kid, was a fluffy cinnamon roll that everyone wanted to devour. As a teenager, he was something else. He was growing well into the magnetic Oikawa looks, with the towering height, the playful grins, the captivating russet eyes. Partner it with his fastidious methods of fixing up, he was practically teenage royalty.

But as all teenagers were, it was easy for all the attention to get into his head. So Toura took it upon herself to keep him on his toes and to give him a few slaps back to reality.

“Ouch!” Tooru recoiled from his sister’s hand. “What was that for?”

“Stop acting like a superstar!” Toura hissed, her eyes molding into the famous Oikawa glare that she inherited from her mother. She sneaked a glance toward the flock of girls they passed by a second earlier. “You’re not only embarrassing me, you’re also embarrassing yourself!”

Tooru raised his hands in defense. “I was just waving! Is it so bad to be polite?”

“Being courteous and narcissistic are two different things!”

“Me? Narcissistic?” Tooru put a palm to his heart.

“Yeah! I’ve heard a few things about you lately!” Toura accused.

“Ya!” Tooru fished for his phone. “When did Iwa-chan become so talkative?”

Toura swiped his phone away in a flash. “You think Iwa’s the only one who notices your obnoxiousness? A lot of different people come to me just to put you in your place! Do them a favor and turn it down a bit, huh?”

Tooru huffed in disbelief. “You? Just who would do that? Everyone’s scared of you!”

Murder. That was what Toura was going to do. “What did you just say?”

Toura most often gave her brother tough love. It really couldn’t be avoided with a sibling as exasperating as Tooru. It was what his thick head needed. At first, the elder sister was frustrated whenever her brother would brush her off, would be so defensive, would grumble blatantly to the side, and sometimes would even run away at the very sight of his “nagging” sister.

Later on, these younger brother tendencies would put a knowing smile on Toura’s face. Toura thought that she would be forever pulling Tooru by the ear, yapping at him to “be nice” to his juniors or to “treat that girl well.” Apparently, forever was a bit too much. She realized this once during a phone call with her brother’s best friend.

“Iwa!” Toura called into her phone, as she exited her the room of her son, who was finishing his homework.

“Hai, onee-san!” the person on the other line coughed.

“How are you?” she chirped, entering the kitchen. “I heard you’re one of the main players for the team this year! Congratulations!”

Talking to Tooru’s friends was one of the joys of her life. When they first met her, she might have gone overboard with the fierce act and left them terrified. Through the years, they slowly got over it but she was still her mother’s daughter who inherited her temper. Tooru’s friends became witnesses to her losing it a couple of times so she couldn’t really blame them for being careful around her. Toura used their wariness to have fun once in a while.

“Ah, thank you very much,” Iwaizumi answered, brief and respectful.

Toura grinned, whipping out some strawberries from the fridge. “Iwa! You’re so polite, unlike some people I know!”

Iwaizumi hurried to reply. “Don’t worry, onee-san, Oikawa’s on his way home.”

Such loyal friends, Tooru. “Hmm? I didn’t ask for him.”

“But you were going to… right?” Iwaizumi’s hesitation was too adorable.

“Yes, sorry to bother you all the time, Iwa.” Toura tried to keep her tone sweet. “Let me just ask, is there a particular reason as to why this onee-san has to make excuses for her little brother’s lateness?”

If he was bullying the first years again…

“He’s helping the first years with their serves,” Iwaizumi said. “Sometimes with their spikes too.”

Huh. “Really?”

“Hai.”

“And how’s that been going so far?” Toura asked.

“Hmm… I can’t say really…” Iwaizumi said. “A few days of practice won’t really show much results but somehow the first years don’t seem too lost. Though sometimes they do seem irked by Oikawa’s stupid perso—”

The other line went silent.

Toura laughed. How cute.

“It’s okay, Iwa! I have firsthand experience with that stupid personality of his. Totally understandable.”

She could hear his breath of relief.

“Okaa-san!” Takeru’s voice echoed from the hall.

“I have to go, Iwa. I’ll cover for him but tell him he has to wash the dishes for two weeks.”

Toura hung up, shaking her head at the thought of her (not so) agitating brother.

Though Tooru put up a prickly front, deep down inside, Toura knew her brother always listened to the important things she said. With this, Toura was relieved. At the same time, she was concerned. Rivers looked shallow from those who viewed it from afar. A closer look would let people’s eyes see the depth of its waters. What Toura worried about was that people only saw her brother for the things that were skin deep. Worse, that they only loved him for these things.

Tooru was more than those. If only people looked a little closer and deeper.

冬麗 Toura winter, beautiful

Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. Oikawa Toura felt she was partly to blame.

She was eighteen, just about to enter college. It was the spring of life. New beginnings. New opportunities. Adversities would come her way. That was inevitable. She expected them to come like light rainfall, showering her days with just enough raindrops to make every color vibrant and with just enough trouble for her to appreciate the good and to grow steadily as she went. She was an Oikawa, adept with the woes of the water. She would conquer it just like she did all the other times, with the cutting russet eyes of her father and the fiery disposition of her mother.

At least, she was supposed to.

Spring was the season of new life. She was prepared for all of the changes that were coming, all except for the birth of the new life growing inside of her. Toura was eighteen when she found out she was pregnant with Takeru. Tooru was nine.

The light drizzle she was anticipating was nothing compared to the storms that came.

The strongest downpour surged one night in the kitchen of the Oikawa household. Lights all around the house were dimmed. Windows were shut. Doors were locked. Tooru was tucked impatiently to bed earlier than usual.

All throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning, the usual sanctuary of home-cooked meals and family banter became a cold court of trial. Eyes were bloodshot: Toura’s from crying, her mother’s from exhaustion, her father’s from anger. Hands were shaking: Toura’s from hopelessness, her mother’s from pity, her father’s from disappointment.

Toura had never seen her parents the way they were that night. Her mother was normally the raging one, with all the scathing beration and the matching fiery gaze. That time, it was her father, her typically sarcastic laid back father, who was blazing with fury.

By the early morning, all backs were slumped. All voices were hoarse.

As Toura crawled her way back into her room, she heard the hurried shutting of a door.

Tooru was awake.

At that time, Toura didn’t have the energy to dwell on it. She just dragged herself to bed and hoped to forget, even just for a while.

As much as her parents tried to act ordinarily, Tooru was an intelligent kid. He heard the raised voices at midnight when they thought he was asleep. He heard his sister’s muffled cries as she crawled her way back into her room. He noticed her carefully hidden swollen eyes in the morning. He saw through everyone’s strained smiles the weeks that followed.

Keeping true to his family name, as the river followed the path the soil has carved for it, he followed the flow that his family had created. He never questioned the changes that happened within their home and their family. Yet, he never remained idle either.

The season was spring. However, it had never been more winter for Oikawa Toura. The sun was still high and shining down on the secluded playground near the Oikawa household; even so, Toura had never been so cold. She was donning her favorite sweater and held tightly toward her father’s coat (for comfort or for warmth, she was not sure) but it was to no avail.

Toura was seated on a park bench, with a child blooming inside her womb and the father sitting beside her.

The “father.”

Among the excellent genes of the Oikawas were some not-so-pleasant ones, such as sarcasm or hot tempers (this comes from the mother’s side though). Stupidity was not one of them. Oikawa Toura could take a hint. Hints, to be more accurate.

After dropping the bomb on her boyfriend, after having a long crying session with him, after listening to all his promises of “we’re going to figure this out,” after seeing him off as he shipped himself to Tokyo and she stayed in Miyagi, after weeks of pruned text messages, and after complete utter silence in the end, Oikawa Toura knew that he did not want to be a “father.”

Toura sighed. “Just get to the point.”

She did not even turn to know that he had whirled around to face her. That was how much she knew him. Loved him.

Hell.

“I—can’t.” The crack in his voice broke her. Or maybe it was the meaning of his words. Or maybe, she had been long broken, way back from the moment he first chose to leave.

Well, this time, I’m the one leaving.

“Okay,” Toura whispered. It was the most difficult thing to do, to pull herself up and walk away from him.

“Wait—”

Toura halted. She almost turned back and buried herself in his arms.

If not for the whirling volleyball, the sound of the collision, and the groan.

She did pivot her head a bit, just enough to see her boyf—ex-boyfriend crumpled on the floor, his hands clutching at some very painful goods.

Before she could do anything, her hand was tugged by a familiar grasp and towed away from the scene.

Right there, Oikawa Tooru, with one arm clutching a volleyball tucked and the other on her sister, was walking briskly, a resolute look on his face.

Toura did not exactly know the right response. She had always been a slave to her emotions. She knew, because she was going to become a mother soon, she had to let this go, but to hell with it, there was still time.

“Hey,” she found herself saying. “Nice kill.”

Tooru swiveled in surprise. Just as quickly, irritation morphed in his features. “I was aiming for his head actually.”

“Well then, actually aim for what you hit next time.”

After a long while, Oikawa Toura found herself grinning.

At eighteen, Oikawa Toura had to face the consequences of her actions. She had to endure their relatives’ disappointment and mocking. She had to put up with the whispers around their town. Sendai’s golden girl was ruined. The girls who used to want to befriend her disappeared. The guys who ogled at her never looked at her again.

Spring, summer, and autumn all felt like winter to Toura. How symbolic. She finally lived up to her name.

Oikawa Toura. River. Winter.

What exactly happened to the river during winter? It went cold. Sometimes, it even froze. That was how she survived it all. Oikawa Toura chose to harden herself to everyone’s frigidity, to life’s cold harsh truth.

Tooru was aware of it all. At nine years old, he learned that if he showed vulnerability, he wouldn’t leave the battlefield intact. Especially in their world. If he showed his heart to the wrong people, he was bound to get hurt.

So at nine, Oikawa Tooru buried his heart deep within himself and only allowed a few people in.

徹 Tooru to go through, committing to one thing to the end

Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. His love was rare.

When it came to love, Tooru was one who used his head. He only gave his love to the people and the things that he knew would be worth it. This was why he revealed his heart only to a few chosen.

To his family: his nonchalant father, his fierce mother, his headstrong sister, his cute nephew.

To his close friends: his reliable Iwa-chan, his bright Makki, his good-natured Mattsun.

And of course, to volleyball.

However, even with all the preventive measures her younger brother had taken, Oikawa Toura knew that it could not protect him from heartbreak.

“I’m going to bed. Already ate.”

Toura watched as Tooru climbed the stairs with heavy feet, sagged shoulders, and defeated eyes.

She gave an inquiring look to their mother. “He got benched today. In their game with Shiratorizawa.”

“Oh,” Toura replied.

She heard her son’s light footsteps running towards the stairs. “Toowu! Toowu! Let’s pway!”

She caught Takeru before he managed to reach the second floor and shushed him. “Tooru-ojisan isn’t feeling well today, Takeru.”

Toura watched her son pout. She mussed his hair and said, “You can play with him tomorrow. Hopefully, he’ll be better by then.”

Toura was frantically scrolling through different contacts on her phone when Tooru came in and announced, “I’ll take Takeru to his volleyball lessons.”

His older sister stared at him, dumbfounded.

“On Monday, right?” Tooru said, rummaging through the fridge.

Toura was confused. “I thought your girlfriend was going to introduce you to her parents on Monday.”

“Nah,” Tooru answered, his fingers shifting back and forth from the banana milk to strawberry milk.

“What do you mean ‘nah?’ I thought you really liked this girl?” Toura said.

“Apparently, I liked volleyball more and she grew tired,” Tooru replied, finally getting his hands on the banana milk.

Toura scoffed. “Well, I never even liked her in the first place.”

“I know.” Tooru drilled his straw through his drink. “Don’t worry about Takeru, nee-san. I’ll take care of him.”

Tooru moved to leave the room. Toura called him back. “Oi. You okay?”

Her younger brother paused for half a second—half a second too long—before turning back. He waved his hand as if to disregard the entire thing. “Of course. Onee-san, I’m Oikawa Tooru.”

Toura rolled her eyes at her grinning brother. It was when Tooru left that his older sister felt more unsettled.

He was Oikawa Tooru. He tried to show everybody that he just brushed off his worries. He had inherited their father’s devil-may-care façade and his tendency to mask his problems by joking about them. But when he’s alone, Toura knew that Tooru took everything hard.

Toura wished she could spare her brother the pain because she knew how cruel life was. She knew she could not.

Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. Then you came along.

Out of all the girls Tooru had had, you were different. First of all, you weren’t even his girlfriend. You were just a friend. Someone who lashed out on him for punching a vending machine and later on, found your way into his inner circle.

Safe to say, Oikawa Toura was quite alarmed, skeptical, and just a little bit curious.

“So you mean to say that you really didn’t know who he was?” Toura asked you. The two of you were sitting beside the makeshift court on the backyard of the Oikawa household, watching Tooru and his friends play volleyball with Takeru.

You buried your head into your hands. “He told you?”

“Psh.” Matsukawa appeared in front of you. “Mr. I’m-Better-Than-Everyone-Here? Of course not!”

“I told her!” Hanamaki said, taking a swig of the tea you and Toura bought.

Toura held her palm up for a high five. Hanamaki eagerly returned it.

“Ya! My own friends! How could you?” Tooru barked, hurling a volleyball towards them.

Iwaizumi easily dodged it, choosing carefully among the pastries laid out. “How could we not?”

“Aww, was wittle Toowu’s pwide hurt?” Toura teased.

Tooru made a face and turned to his nephew.

“Look Takeru, this is not something you should copy from your mother!”

Toura retaliated, hugging her son close to her. “Takeru, unlike your oji-san, you should stay humble, okay?”

Takeru, used to her mother and uncle’s banter, wiggled free of his mother’s grasp, ignored the two of them, and dug into the pastries you bought.

Toura tried not to be hurt by her son’s actions and diverted her attention to you instead.

Resting her cheek against her palm, she asked, “How did the two of you actually, well, talk to each other then? I mean, YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHO HE WAS.” She added the emphasis just to irk her brother.

Effective. He was staring daggers at her.

Lifting your face from your hands, you answered, “Well, he was out punching vending machines by the gym—"

Toura wheeled towards Tooru’s direction. “You punched a vending machine?”

“I was having a bad day,” Tooru muttered, suddenly preoccupied with snacks.

Briefly, his gaze shifted to you. You looked back at him with sympathetic understanding.

Hmm…

Mornings were hectic in the Oikawa household. Everyone had somewhere they needed to be. Movement filled the house and a string of “ittekimassu” followed. On this particular Monday, the two siblings were the last to go.

As they were putting on their shoes, Toura was intrigued by the two bento boxes Tooru had packed.

“How hungry are you?” Toura remarked.

“The other one’s for the smart girl of the group,” Tooru said, standing up and fixing his hair in front of the mirror. “She’s too engrossed in her books that sometimes, she forgets to eat.”

Clicking her heels in place, Toura asked, “Just who is she to you, Tooru?”

Tooru’s hands froze. “What kind of question is that?”

Toura gave him a pointed look.

“She’s my best friend!”

“I thought Iwa was your best friend.”

“He is!” Tooru exclaimed. “This is different!”

“I’ll say!” Toura turned her back to him. “Ittekimasu!”

“Ya! Onee-san!”

Toura rushed into the halls of her former alma mater. Her steps quickened as she caught sight of the infirmary.

“How’s my brother?” Toura nearly shoved her face into the school nurse’s. “Will he still be able to play?”

This was Tooru’s second knee injury. It would excruciatingly break his heart if his volleyball dreams ended here.

“I can’t say,” the nurse said, breaking the news softly. “He needs to see a doctor first.”

Toura’s breath hitched. “Where is he?”

“In the other room.” The nurse pointed to the door of the adjoining room.

Toura nodded. She turned the knob slowly and quietly, just in case Tooru was asleep.

He wasn’t. Toura heard his muffled sobs before she saw your figure tightly holding on to her younger brother. His shoulders were shaking. It seemed like you were the only thing keeping him together.

“This is the one thing I’m good at!” Tooru cried. “Hard work! And even in this, I failed!”

“Shhh,” you say. “It’s not a failure. It’s a setback.”

“Yeah, right.” He pulled back from your embrace. “What if… What if this is the end for me? What if all those years of proving I’m worth something, of chasing after Ushiwaka, of outrunning Kageyama… What if it all just ends here?”

Toura remained before the door. She waited to hear what you would say. Personally, she didn’t know how to respond. How does one answer to that?

“Then let it end here,” you said. Toura gasped.

Tooru’s eyes bulged.

“Chasing Ushiwaka, beating Kageyama… Let that all end here. Why did you choose to play volleyball?”

Something dawned in Tooru. “I… love to play volleyball… Always have…”

“That’s right. You love volleyball. It sharpens your senses. It makes you feel alive. I’ve seen it. This is why you play volleyball.” Your voice was as unwavering as you gaze.

You softened. “It’s not going to end here, Tooru. No matter what happens, even if it takes millions of therapy sessions, I know and you know that you’re not going to let it end here.”

Toura carefully closed the door, not wanting to intrude in their intimate discussion. Before she did, she saw the change in her younger brother’s previously defeated expression. It was now hopeful.

She did not know what would happen next. Perhaps, hope was what he needed most. Toura felt most grateful for your presence in that moment.

The crowd screamed as one of Tooru’s serves reached Shiratorizawa’s side of the court unreceived. First set won by Aoba Jousai!

Toura joined them with her own set of cheers. “That’s my baby brother right there!”

Takeru pretended as if he wasn’t related to her. You erupted in laughter beside her.

Toura faced you, flashing you a broad smile.

“I think he heard you!” you shout, pointing to the scowl on Tooru’s face, evident even from the stands.

Toura stuck her tongue out at her brother. It was obvious where he got that from.

To add fuel to the fire, Toura gestured to his jersey and tilted her head towards you, as if to say, “So you gave her your jersey, huh?”

Tooru reddened and avoided his gaze, running uncharacteristically towards his teammates.

Toura smirked. Best friend my ass.

“I told him his hard work would pay off,” she heard you whisper. “He sells himself so short sometimes.”

Toura watched as you mumble things to yourself, touched by your affection towards her brother.

Out of all the girls that Tooru had had, you saw him for who he was, not for who he was trying to let everyone see. You weren’t starry-eyed for him. You didn’t let him off the hook from all of his pettiness and faults. Somehow, you inspired him to rise above his inferiorities and become better. Remarkably, you were able to let him break down all the barriers that he put up.

It was safe to say that out of all the girls that Tooru had had, you were the one his older sister liked best.

Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. Because he knew that love was pain.

“Tadaima,” Tooru called softly.

It was the night before his flight to Argentina. A few minutes ago, the Oikawa household was a boisterous place, filled with Oikawa relatives and Tooru’s teammates and friends. The clamor earlier was the opposite of the silence that echoed as Tooru slipped in.

“I’m here,” Toura called from the backyard.

“What are you doing here?” Tooru asked, taking a seat beside his onee-san.

Toura puckered her lips. “I was waiting for my favorite baby brother.”

“I’m your only brother,” Tooru pointed out. “And will you please stop it with the ‘baby?’ I’m an adult now! I’m even going to Argentina tomorrow.”

“I know.” Toura sighed. “Can’t you be my baby brother a bit longer? It feels like you’re running further and further away.”

Tooru was torn between repulsion and affection. “Who are you and what have you done to my monster onee-san?”

That earned him a smack.

“Just tell me you’re going to miss me,” Tooru said, rubbing the spot that his onee-san hit.

“Tch.” Toura rolled her eyes and diverted her gaze toward the makeshift court the two of them had built back when they were younger. How time flew. Now, he was off to play in bigger courts.

“So…” Toura started.

“So?” Tooru asked.

“I’m guessing, you’re still friends?”

“Hmm?”

“With the girl you walked home earlier, your best friend, the love of your life.” Toura raised her hands in exaggeration.

Tooru had a solemn look on his face. “I’m eighteen, onee-san. I don’t even know what love is.”

Right then and there, she caught a glimpse of the nine year-old fear that had been plaguing his heart. Toura always thought that people can only inherit things from their parents. Apparently, they can inherit things from their siblings too. Just like hand-me-down clothes worn out through time, Tooru had witnessed his elder sister’s experiences and acquired her pain.

Because of this, she knew he was mistaken. He knew too much about love. That love wasn’t just stolen kisses, first dates, holding hands, and smiles. It was pain too. It was the fear of not being enough, of being left behind.

It was true that love was anguish. But after nine years, Toura was able open her eyes to different aspects of love. She found it in her son’s laughter greeting her after a tiresome day. In her father’s jokes during tense moments. In her mother’s complaints about anything and everything. In her brother’s steadfastness especially when she needed it.

She saw it in the way Tooru looked at you.

“I doubt that,” Toura said.

“I doubt a lot of things,” Tooru replied.

“But never anything with her,” his elder sister said softly, looking at him in her periphery.

Tooru shook his head.

“You love her,” she said.

Tooru whispered, defeated. “I do.”

The next day brought a sense of déjà vu to Toura. She felt like she’s lived the scene before. A boy was leaving, off to chase his dreams. A girl was being left behind, to make do of what she had.

She had to remind herself that this was different. It was her brother, always keeping true to his name. He would go through everything life had to offer and he would commit to the things that he loved until the end. He was kind in his core, loyal to the ones he loved. He was not the scumbag who couldn’t make up his mind nine years ago.

It was you, the wisest and most understanding person Toura has ever met. You thought of everything carefully and thought of everyone deeply. You were not the naïve girl who acted impulsively and just hoped for the best.

“Just try and forget me, smart girl. I’ll come for you when you least expect it,” Toura heard her brother say.

Toura always felt the need to guard her brother from the world, especially after all the brutality that she has experienced. No matter how hard she tried, this was something she could never accomplish.

When it was time for Tooru to enter his gate, Tooru looked back, just once, just at you. You returned his gaze and offered an exaggerated smile. Tooru laughed.

This was the last image of himself that he left in the minds of those he loved before he left. You made that happen. Toura wished that you were there to make him laugh all the time, even when it was difficult for him.

So before the world shifted again, while you were still within Toura’s reach, she made a silent plea, an older sister’s prayer for her little brother—

“Oikawa Tooru was not one to wear his heart on his sleeves. But he had given you his heart. Please, keep it safe.”

—this is somehow related to my other oikawa fic HERE

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#haikyuu #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x fem!reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru fic #oikawa fic #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x y/n #oikawa #aoba jousai

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kyuuppi · 3 years

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Inspired by my last post and cause I can't stop thinking about being spanked by Oikawa,

Spanking Ranking (hehe)

Your ass is getting DISINTEGRATED

OIKAWA, Ushijima, Atsumu, Sakusa, Kyoutani, Haiba

Some bruises but you'll be fine

BOKUTO, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Suna, Hinata, Tanaka

Hardly even counts as a spank

KOZUME, Akaashi, Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Azumane (only because he shows restraint)

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himitsukki · 4 years

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𝙤𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪 // 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮

warnings: themes of inferiority complex, mentions of injury, i try to describe how i view oikawa in my eyes and it might be bad so i’ll place it as a warning (</3)

wc: 924

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☁ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

sometimes, you can’t help but wonder why you’re dating your boyfriend.

for starters, he’s dating volleyball, the sport and the ball, and then you on the side. you understand, however, that volleyball is his passion and he’s grown obsessed to the idea of finally beating his rivals, the so-called “geniuses” he so desperately hates and envy at the same time.

next to your small list of problems is his very dedicated fanclub of his, seemingly increasing in number with each passing day. they’re not stupid enough to do anything that’s considered “too much”, but they are brave and diligent enough to send oikawa and you “love letters” every few days... yours is just a little bit special.

and lastly, is time. his schedule is full for today, tomorrow, the day after, till the whole month after. the only evidences of your relationship with oikawa at this point are the random, but somehow still endearing texts you receive every few days, notably from eleven at night till five am, right when he gets up at bed, and the short conversations you hold at school grounds when he visits you during break time.

clearly, the world is against your relationship with oikawa tooru; but sometimes, you also can’t help but remember why you’re dating your boyfriend.

“i can’t do it,” he admits after a short period of silence. you’ve recently started waiting from him to finish his practices at night not because you were angry that you haven’t spent time with him or anything, but rather because you knew of his tendencies to overwork himself, most notably being his right knee.

iwaizumi had no idea what happened, and even you don’t know when it started. you just remember asking him why he’s wearing a white brace over his right knee suddenly, and all he could tell you was “don’t worry about it” as his form of reassurance. you remember feeling like a failure because the least you could do was keep him safe.

“why aren’t my serves improving?“ he huffs as he drops to the floor.

“why aren’t i as talented as tobio-chan?“ he shouts and places his right arm over his eyes.

“why aren’t i special?“ it breaks your heart, but you let the sound of his tears reach you before you said anything. you’re worried and slightly expecting him to misunderstand you, but your desire to help him make it understand is far greater.

“but you are spe—”

“don’t give me that pity shit,” he immediately snaps, throwing his arm to the floor in anger as he looks at you with mix of rage, resentment and disappointment.

“shut up and let me finish.” quietly and gently as you can, you step closer to him, the sound of your feet against the floors not even reaching your own ears as its buried under the loud, rapid beating of your heart. you’re nervous about everything, his reaction, your words, how he’ll take it and how you’ll make him understand.

but instead of thinking critically with your mind, you let your heart speak in hopes that it’ll reach his.

with one last exhale, you sat down.

“you may not realize it, but you have talents of your own that kageyama doesn’t have. you’re a person who the team can rely on completely. you’re a person who the team believes in and trusts. you’ve catered yourself to be the ideal setter,to be the ideal teammate that any player would dream to have beside them.

you’re a person who, despite having the world against him, continues to fight against the tide.

you and i both know that it’s inevitable, but one day, the tide will swallow you and pull you down to drown you. when that happens, choose to learn something from it. you can be scared and sink to the bottom, but you can also swim up to the surface, see how the world changed around you and improve yourself once more.

i can’t say much because i haven’t been in your position, but in my eyes, you’re already done so much. you already are a person who can do so many great things, and i really mean it when i say that you are special. the universe might’ve closed its doors on you, but the people around you do not.

tooru, don’t give up, okay? don’t push yourself too hard either, but don’t forget why you’re fighting against everything in the first place.

i’m proud of you. i’ll always be proud of you, and i’ll always support you. you’ve done well, you’ve done everything you can, and you can continue to do everything that you can. it may be difficult, but your journey always has been difficult. don’t be afraid to call out for one more, okay?”

the air is silent. your heart is loud, but you don’t hear it. the sound of his crying is there, but you don’t listen to it— instead, you focus on looking at his eyes and hoping that your words are enough to spark a light in him.

“okay.“ he sits up and hugs you tightly; the sound of a heart beating loud and hard and fast returns, but you can’t decide if it’s yours or his. oikawa then stands back up on his own, his hand rubbing his injured knee and checking if his support brace is still properly attached.

he hastily wipes the tears from his eyes with the back of the sleeves of his team jacket, and mutters two words that light the fire from within.

“one more.“

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☁ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

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stilydinski · 4 years

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more than that masterlist

- haikyuu social media au -

--- discontinued ---

pairing: oikawa x manager!reader

synopsis: when karasuno’s manager y/n comes across seijoh she isn’t really amazed. on the contrary, she instantly takes a dislike to their captain with his flirty and petty attitude. he however seems to make it his goal to annoy the girl to no end- or is it called flirting?

00 - karasuno squad || seijoh squad

01 - the enemy

02 - thirst traps

03 - rejected man

04 - teammate with the big arms

05 - volunteer coach

06 - investigating

07 - shoot my shot

07.5 - 2nd strike

08 - obstacles between us

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krisdreaming · 4 years

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S E I J O U | ml

☕ Main Masterlist

♡ = a personal favorite HC = headcanons ≛ = emergency request / comfort

HC: Pet Names

HC: Protecting their fem!manager from a harasser

☕ Oikawa Tooru

Soulmate AU - soulmate’s name is on your wrist

s/o falls asleep on teammate’s shoulder ♡

You (his crush) misunderstand his advice and go out with someone else

You are burnt out so he plans a relaxing evening ≛

Impressing his crush by wearing his glasses ♡

Catching you singing Disney songs

HC: Finding out you are ticklish

You have never seen Star Wars

HC: Catching you playing around with a volleyball

Comforting you after you failed a test ≛

You refuse to give him kisses (fluff) ♡

Ignoring his crush/childhood friend ♡

HC: comforting you when you’re stressed bc of school ≛

HC: You are scared of needles and get blood work done ≛

Comforting S/O with a chronic illness ≛

HC: Short s/o

HC: dates after being in a relationship for a while

HC: You are shy and cuddle him in your sleep

HC: Taking care of his you on your period

HC: How he sleeps

You find him in the gym after overworking himself

HC: Bringing him food at practice when the team doesn’t know you

HC: You are scared of storms ≛

HC: Meeting & holding his newborn daughter ♡

HC: Domestic life with him

HC: Playing with his hair

HC: How he shows physical affection

☕ Iwaizumi Hajime

s/o falls asleep on teammate’s shoulder ♡

Husband!Iwa and wife + children

You are stressed bc of school work

HC: pregnant wife ♡

Your friends don’t treat you well ≛

HC: type of person he’d fall for

HC: Catching you playing around with a volleyball

4 times he thinks he loves you and the 1 time he finally says it ♡

He asks you out & you don’t believe he’s serious

HC: Comforting you when you failed an exam ≛

HC: comforting you when you’re stressed bc of school ≛

HC: Cuddling

You comfort him and play with his hair

HC: Bringing him food at practice when the team doesn’t know you

You want to help him practice so you ask the team for help

HC: you’re sleepy & he has to wake you up

HC: How he shows physical affection

HC: He sees you holding a baby

HC: A soft, intimate moment

He gets blushy even though you’ve been dating for a while

HC: Running at him & asking him to catch you

HC: Surprising him at practice & the team’s reaction

You’re pregnant & he does a midnight snack run for you

Surprising him at work with your son (timeskip)

HC: You had a bad dream about him leaving you

Keep It - He give you his jacket

☕ Matsukawa Issei

HC: Cuddling ♡

HC: Hugging him from behind bc he’s warm

☕ Kyoutani Kentarou

HC: Catching you playing around with a volleyball

#hqd masterlist #seijou #aoba jousai #haikyuu x reader

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kageyio · 4 years

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hello!! would you be able to do the first kiss headcanons for ennoshita and iwaizumi?? 👉👈

note; ahh of course ! :) sorry i didn't include ennoshita in the first post, i guess i forgot about him, oops..

FIRST KISS HEADCANONS: CHIKARA ENNOSHITA, HAJIME IWAIZUMI

chikara ennoshita

he has a fairly relaxed demeanor about him, so i feel like he doesn't take his relationships too slow; he would be more concerned about his partner

probably happens just over 3 months into the relationship

you two are having a study session in his room, helping each other study in your respective specialties

you're really struggling with a practice question he gave to you, and your face is just so cute that chikara can't help but notice

he's struck for a moment by the fact that he's just really happy he's dating you

and also that he really wants to kiss you to show you how happy he is

he's just a bit too awkward to be straightforward about it, so he instead tells you that if you get the question right he'll give you a prize

you're face lights up at the challenge and you work harder to solve the question, doing your best not to ask for any help

you get it right fairly quickly, and see that chikara is very flustered

you had expected him to get up to grab something sweet, or offer to pay for drinks, but instead he just tells you to close your eyes

when you do, you hear him shift and feel his breath fanning your face, just catching on before his lips meet yours

the kiss is very chaste and innocent, and there's a moment of silence afterwards before you two return to studying

hajime iwaizumi

he doesn't want anyone to know but he's so soft and nervous

takes his relationship seriously and wants to be sure before anything happens between them so he would most likely wait to have been dating for half a year

you two are sitting on a park bench, chatting, but you keep glancing at your hands and nervously ask if you can hold his

he agrees, after all he doesn't mind, but your face still look a little bit nervous and flushed

he rubs his thumb over your hand in an attempt to reassure you

a couple moments later, you ask if you can get a little closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder

he notices you still look really anxious

when he asks why, you explain that you didn't want to come across as being too clingy but you just really love physical affection

he pauses for a moment, then asks if he can make a request of you for once

you agree immediately, turning to face him fully

his 'request' is just his lips against yours

the kiss is longer than you would expect, warm and full of longing, and when he pulls away, you feel like you're about to cry from happiness

#sugar #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #karasuno #aoba jousai #seijoh #chikara ennoshita #hajime iwaizumi #reader insert #x reader #karasuno x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hcs #first kisses #cute

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oinkawater · 4 years

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yo if sometime in the near future you could write a part two to the oikawa angst you just published where he's back three years later but this time they're like falling in love again or something really fluffy like that uwu that would be absolutely fantastic but no rush k bb i want to let the sad feels fester a lil bit

hello everyone. i went through some feelings lol but now i am back!!! and i’m here to pooost again YEET so i hope you really like this!!! 💝💖

(part one)

You were just making some dinner for yourself when a knock was heard. At first, you just thought you were hearing things. When it got louder, you finally decided to make your way to the door.

“A moment, please!”

You wipe off the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and proceeded to wipe it off on your shorts. When you swung the door open, the man towering over you left your mouth open and absolutely empty. “Oh?”

There, he stood. Oikawa Tooru is towering over your smaller physique for the first time in several years. “I’m home.”

I’m home. That’s all he said to you before you threw your arms around him. Tears were shed at first and then you invited him into your apartment.

It’s not like you didn’t talk to him while he was in Brazil. You talked a lot at first, but as schedules eventually got busier and priorities changed, it got a lot harder to keep a conversation alive.

Eventually, talking every other day turned into talking every other week. And then at least once a month. Until it turned to just catching up when there’s festivity — a birthday, a holiday, an occasion.

Oikawa chose not to tell you he was flying back to Japan. It was supposed to be a surprise.

You ate the dinner you cooked, watched a movie and stayed up all night. You talked about anything and everything yet it still felt insufficient.

There were several things at the tip of your tongue — things you swore you’d say the second he was standing right in front of you again — but you backed out every single time you remembered it. Maybe things have changed.

It felt surreal to have him back within an arms’ length away from you. It still feels like a dream even now when you’re out on the streets of Tokyo with a cup hot chocolate warming up your hand.

“It’s so great to be back,” Oikawa sighs, lifting up his face to accept the cold wind slapping his skin. “But the weather is so different. I’ve got to start getting used to this again.”

Your eyebrow raises, pausing from blowing into your hot chocolate. “You’re here to stay?”

Oikawa smiles widely and turns to you, nodding enthusiastically. He never got to tell you the other night. There were so many things that you had to talk about that the conversation didn’t naturally flow to his reallocation back to Japan.

“I got scouted by a local team a few months before my contract ended,” he admitted. “I knew I had to take the opportunity. I was itching to come back here for good.”

You could only nod as a response. You weren’t sure what to say. Or maybe you were too scared to say what you were really thinking. As usual, Oikawa broke the silence, “I needed to come back for you.”

The cup of hot chocolate almost slipped from your hands. Every single muscle in your body immediately weakened when you heard his words. “What?”

“I hope you didn’t think that me coming to see you first thing after my touchdown didn’t mean anything,” Oikawa admits, chuckling slightly with a shake of his head. “My feelings for you never changed.”

“Tooru, it’s been 3 years,” you say in a sigh, furrowing your eyebrows. “We’ve changed as individuals — how could you just give up everything to come back here? So many things could go wrong.”

Oikawa shakes his head. He’s thought about this. Through and through since the V-League team had contacted him 6 months ago. It took him 3 weeks to come to a decision he knew he could get behind for the rest of his life. “That’s okay.”

“You’re jeopardising your career again?” You scold. You stop walking and frustration quickly dawns you. You can’t believe how irresponsible he’s being. “Tooru!”

“I’m not jeopardising my career — I’m playing starting setter for a V-League team,” Oikawa answers quickly. He’s imagined this scenario in his head for weeks. If she hasn’t changed much, that means that he still knows her; that he can answer all of her questions without hesitation. “I just couldn’t bear to be away from you any longer.”

“Tooru, this is so irresponsible! You can’t make decisions based on a person,” you argued, shoving him back slightly. You keep a tight grip around your drink and look around frantically. “Oh, you’re lucky I’m holding a hot beverage. If not, I would absolutely jump on you right now.”

You grunt and push away the hair in your face. “Tooru, you’re here for something that I can’t guarantee you.” The crack in your voice and the hand now pressed against your chest wasn’t going to work on Oikawa.

The man knows what he wants.

“When it comes to you, it’s always going to be worth it.” He takes a step forward and take the cup from your hand. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. “But I can’t go on knowing I didn’t try.”

“We were very different people 3 years ago.” You always imagined this moment to go differently. You always knew in the back of your head that the moment he steps foot into Tokyo again, you’d want to make it work again.

Now it’s happening in front of you. You can’t live with the uncertainty.

“(y/n),” he says softly, tapping your cheek with his finger to get your attention. When you lift up your gaze to look into his eyes, he presents you a small grin. “I couldn’t not come back for you. I love you, okay? Is that not enough of a reason to sign with a local team just to be with you? Do you not feel the same way anymore?”

“I never felt any different towards you since you left,” you admit. You glance down at his lips then back up at his eyes. It’s been so long.

From the videos you watched with Iwaizumi throughout the years, he looked different. It’s different planning out what to say through a screen and executing it when it’s right there in front of you.

“But the risk you’re taking, Tooru. It’s big... it- it’s fucking reckless.”

“I know, I’ve thought long and hard about the big decision to come back,” he nods. “I knew heartbreak when you walked out of my apartment that day after we broke up. I know what I’m getting myself into by doing this. But if you’re not willing to take the risk–“

“Well, how can I say no to this?” You whimper, pouting out your bottom lip. “We’re only 22. ‘Us’ can wait until your career allows it to happen. You’re at your peak right now.”

“I’m at my peak when I’m with you.” Oikawa leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Listen, I love you. And I’m here to stay. So how about a second first date tomorrow night?”

“No need for formalities,” you grin, poking your clothed hand into your eye to collect the tears that had formed. “Let’s just pick up from where we left off.”

“We have a lot to catch up on.” Oikawa swiftly pulls you into his body to catch your lips into a kiss. And it’s like nothing had changed. He still tastes, smells and feels the exact same.

The feeling of familiarity is enough to make you melt in his arms. Pulling away, a content sigh escapes your lips. “I missed you.”

“I’ve got to show you what my teammates from Brazil taught me. It’s so much more different there.”

“We’ve got a whole lifetime to showcase how much we’ve grown, Tooru.”

“Oh, is that finally a ‘yes’ to the proposal I gave you 3 years ago?”

“What was that about a second first date tomorrow night?”

“Ugh, you’re so hard to get!”

#oikawa tooru #oikawa #tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa tōru x reader #tōru #oinkawater #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq #aoba jousai x reader #aoba jousai #aoba johsai #aoba johsai x reader #seijoh #seijoh x reader

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heartbrokenweeb · 4 years

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GUYYS

I made an Oikawa kinnie therapy group because I just feel like all of us need at least a little bit of help

It would ideally just be filled with us talking about why we're sad and how we relate to oikawa

But nothing is set in stone

Sooooo join:3

Or not...

#haikyuu #anime #haikyuu!!#oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa #oikawa torū #oikawa hq #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #aoba jousai #aoba josai x reader #aoba jōsai #aoba johsai #sports anime #i want attention

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an-ambivalent · 6 years

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Take A Deep Breath [Oikawa Tooru] [Reader-Insert]

“Tooru,” She breathed, as her voice shook in a very minute form of a whimper. She dug her head in his shoulder, and tightened the grip of her embrace. Her bottom lip trembled, which caused [Name] to bite her lip harshly in order to cease its movements. While she successfully managed to prevent the trembling in her lips, she failed to confine the shaking of her shoulders, and of the rest of her body. Her throat was dry and it burned; it was agonizing. Meanwhile, she continued to try and make herself as small as possible, by curling in a strange fetus position, and she buried herself in Oikawa as much as she was physically able to.

As her anxiety caved at the depths of her being, making her to be nothing but a mess, Oikawa had his arms wrapped around [Name] tightly, and firmly. He was leaning against the couch’s arm, with [Name] sitting in between his legs, and curling into him. Around their huddling form, there was a blanket wrapped around them. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, and softly hushed her, in a comforting way. Often, he would lay long and loving kisses everywhere: the side of her hair, in the space between her collarbone and the nape of her neck, her cheek, and at the corner of her lips; he would continuously kiss her, hoping his love would seep into her.

The more she confided in him, the tighter his grip become. It was not tight so he would suffocate her. It was firm, and filled with strength, he mustered for her. It was the same as when [Name] would hug him as tightly as her body would allow her to, to assure him that if he did not have the strength, then for now, she would carry all the weight. He would always be there for her. They would always support each other. That was their thing. While they offered tender love and delicate words to each other when needed, sometimes, words offered nothing. All that someone needed was just a presence of another person, to let them know that yes, everything would be okay. And more often than not, with [Name] and Oikawa, this was expressed in the forms of tight hugs, and soft kisses.

“It’s really hard Tooru,” [Name] began, whimpering. Her words were murmured out in bare incoherent whispers since her face was buried in Oikawa’s clothes. However, Oikawa had accustomed to [Name]’s tactics a long time, so he perfectly understood her otherwise incomprehensible words. She clutched the material of his shirt, as her eyebrows furrowed in anger -- the anger and enmity she held towards herself.

“I feel so worthless. Everything is just too much. I don’t want to live like this anymore Tooru. No matter what I do, it just always circles back to this never ending hollowness and bleakness,” [Name] whimpered, and a sob left her lips. Oikawa, who patiently listened to [Name] vent, kissed the top of her head, as he ran his hand up and down her back reassuringly.

“I don’t know what to do,” [Name] confessed, and her words were a fusion of the feelings frustration and hopelessness.

Taking that as his cue to speak, Oikawa gently wiped away the tears that was rolling down [Name]’s cheeks, before he spoke.

“Take a deep breath,” Oikawa said, inhaling and exhaling deeply, to demonstrate what he wanted her to do.

[Name] watched him with tear-filled eyes. A harsh sob threatened to break out of her mouth, however, it did not as she mentally disciplined her mind, and focused on Oikawa. She did as she was told.

“And repeat it a few times with me,” He said, inhaling and exhaling a few times, with [Name] following his lead.

Moments later, after their breathing session came to an end, Oikawa had loosened his grip on [Name], pushed her off of him, and forced her to sit up, so he could gaze at her. She was no longer whimpering, or felt overwhelmed to the point where her entire body was trembling.

Her eyes were slightly red and puffy, and her skin seemed a bit moisturized due to her tears. Other than that, she was calm, and somewhat back to her regular self.

Her eyes were glossed, her lips were slightly swollen, and redder due to her harsh bites.

She looked beautiful and really kissable. Oikawa simply wanted to squash her cheeks with his hands, and passionately kiss her. However, he knew that as much as he wanted to do that, now was not the time.

Awkwardly, Oikawa coughed in his elbow, and covered the bottom half of his face with his arm in order to hide his blooming blush.

“Drink,” He ordered, as he picked up the glass of water that laid on the table beside them, and held it out for [Name].

She frowned as she whined childishly.

“I’m not thirsty,” She said, folding her arms over her chest, and pouting like a stubborn child. At this, Oikawa’s eyebrow twitched, and she was really pushing it.

“[Name]-chan~” Oikawa began, with his eyes closed, and lips pulled into a gigantic smile feigned with innocence. His next spoken words were absolute, and dangerous.

“Drink or I’ll shove it in down your throat,” He said, opening his eyes to reveal that they were glazed.

Goosebumps appeared on the back of [Name]’s neck, and like a mindless rabbit, she instantly obeyed. She brought the glass to her lips, and gulped down the water in one go, before setting it aside on the table. Subsequently, she refused to return her gaze to Oikawa, because she knew that if she glanced at him, he would just know that he was right. As a result, he would get that certain stupid grin on his face.

She could feel him staring daggers at the side of her face.

Her cheeks became enveloped in pink due to her embarrassment. She glanced at him, and as soon as their eyes met, she averted them away.

Her fingers twitched in anxiousness and so, she subsconciousnly tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“T-The w-water was n-nice,” She stammered, looking off to the side.

Oikawa smiled, as he leaned against the back of the couch on his elbow.

“Yeah,” He agreed.

The blush on [Name]’s face only spread further across her skin, as she finally looked at him again.

She smiled.

“Thanks,” She said, leaning towards his face, and pecking his lips.

“My pleasure,” Oikawa replied, before he grabbed [Name]’s arms as soon as she pulled away, and pulled her back, reconnecting their lips in a passionate kiss.

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