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word count; 727 – f!reader, use of princess, suggestive
“I’m tired of this,” you announced to no one in particular and stomped your way over to Matsukawa Issei. He sat on top of a desk, one foot resting on the side of the chair where Hanamaki sat and talked to whoever sat behind him. With every step, you lost some of your previously gained confidence until you were standing right in front of him with your arms crossed and an unconvinced frown on your face as you asked him “Can I help you?”
“Depends, what are your services?”
If this was a cartoon, steam would be blowing from your ears. He was always like this with you, seeming to love riling you up. Luckily, you were annoyed enough to not get too flustered by it, but that didn’t help the smirk on his face. “Why are you always glaring at me?”
He barely raised an eyebrow at the accusation. “I’m not glaring at you.”
“Really? Because it sure feels like it-“
“I’m not glaring,” Mattsun said. Makki scoffed from beside you even though he was pretending to mind his own business.
“I heard you the firs-” you tried to say, but he interrupted you again.
“I’m staring.” You took in a sharp breath, suddenly very aware of both his friends and yours looking at you two.
“…why?”
He glanced at his friends, giving them a stern look as if telling them to mind their own business. Then he looked back at you. “Because I think you’re nice to look at.”
“Oh.” This time Mattsun fully raised an eyebrow, which made you feel smaller under his gaze. He got off the desk so he ended up standing much closer, looking down at you with those lazy eyes. “Thank you,” you mumbled.
“You’re welcome, princess.”
“Take a picture next time, yeah? Might last longer,” you said, as if that would have been so much better. Usually, this kind of behaviour from men disgusted you, but with Matsukawa? It was different… and he knew you liked it. He leaned closer, making sure no one else would hear his next words.
“The kind of pictures I’d like to take of you can't be taken in public,” he answered, and you could swear your knees weren’t this weak before. His eyes stared into yours and you stared back for a moment to try and catch your breath. Is it hot in here?
“Pervert,” you whispered. After that, you walked back to your friends with Mattsun staring at your back until he huffed and went back to the conversation he had with his friends. You were a bit stubborn, he liked that.
When classes ended for the day you were passing by his desk on your way to the door when he grabbed your arm, making you spin around to face him. You squinted at him suspiciously, shaking his arm off but still staying to hear him out. He leaned down beside your face and tilted his mouth towards your ear, which made his breath run over your neck.
“Does this mean I can take you out?” he asked, and you bit the inside of your lip as a chill ran down your spine. You looked around as if it was an intimate, more private moment that your classmates shouldn’t see, cheeks flaring pink.
“At no point in that conversation did I ever imply th-” you tried to answer, but he was so very fond of interrupting you today. He leaned back to look at you, and then his tongue ran over his lips like he was hungry. Your eyes shamefully followed it.
“You like coffee? Tea? I know a nice cat cafe.” he asked casually as if the foulest thoughts weren’t running through his mind when he looked at you. You simply had to break eye contact when your mind actually started telling you to give in. Let him treat you to something, what is there to lose?
“After your practice, come get me in the library,” you said like it was an order, still not meeting his eyes as you pulled your shoulders back and walked off. Your friends were staying at school to finish some homework anyway, might as well wait for him.
“See you, princess.” Mattsun’s eyes followed you out of the classroom, but this time the feeling of his eyes on your back made you feel powerful.
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/this was originally for Suna but then I was like wAit
#haikyu#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#hq x reader#fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu x you#mattsun x reader#matsukawa issei#matsukawa x reader#seijoh#aoba johsai#seijoh 4
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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!
WEEK 1: Troublemaker!Matsukawa x Goody-two-shoes!Reader
CONTENT: fem!reader, partying, underage drinking, drunk!reader, Mattsun calls reader “princess”, “doll”, “doll face”, etc.
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
CHARACTERS: Mattsun x fem!reader
NOTES: FLUFFTOBERRRRR YAYYYY!! I’m definitely not going to be posting at consistent times each week but i’m hoping to do each saturday. idk tho maybe i’ll post late probably
Matsukawa was crazy in love with you. The class president, the volleyball team manager, you were constantly consumed in extracurriculars; it seemed as if you were focused on everything except for him. Every other girl in school wanted him -- except you.
“Matsukawa-san! I got you chocolates!” Another one of his crazy fangirls squealed before scurrying away.
“Thanks,” he replied dryly, before tossing it into the pile of chocolates he had received for Valentine’s Day.
“Wow, Mattsun, that’s more than usual,” Hanamaki mused, chewing lazily on some of the sweets from the pile.
But instead of swatting his friend’s hand away, Matsukawa stayed silent - much to the former’s confusion.
“...Mattsun?” Hanamaki waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “Earth to Matsukawa~”
“What’s this idiot up to?” Iwaizumi asked, entering the gym alongside Oikawa.
“Looks like he’s staring at president-chan~” Oikawa hummed.
“What? No I’m not,” Matsukawa grumbled, snapping out of his trance.
“Sure,” Makki teased, slapping a hand on his friend’s back.
“I’m nOT sTArinG..?” Iwaizumi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fucking dumbass.”
“Mattsun likes Y/N-chan~!” Oikawa sang repeatedly as the four boys started stretching for practice. “Aw, look! His cheeks are turning red!”
Matsukawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was never going to hear the end of it.
You hated Matsukawa Issei.
He was disruptive, annoying, and very good-looking.
“‘Sup, coach?” Matsukawa draped his arm over your shoulder, using the nickname he had given you ever since you became the volleyball team’s manager. You could smell his cologne despite him being all sweaty from practice. “No chocolates for your favorite volleyball player?”
You shrank under his weight, face heating up at the touch. “It seems like you have plenty already, Matsukawa-san.”
The boy didn’t seem to like your answer, because, in an instant, he had your back against the wall outside the gym, one hand planted beside your head.
“Come on, darlin’,” he breathed into your ear. “Nothin’? Really..?”
You could feel heat shoot up into your cheeks, his bold actions yet again flustering you.
“Look at you, cheeks all red f’me,” Matsukawa rasped. “So cute.”
With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled away, casually turning around to catch up with his friends. “Later, princess,” he called at you, wearing a shit-eating grin.
You covered your crimson-red face, trying to process what had just happened. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You muttered to yourself, grabbing your backpack to walk home.
“I hate him,” was all you could mumble as you headed towards the train station, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your fists. He made you feel so…uncomfortable. Whenever you were around him your heart would pound, and your stomach would do flips, you’d get all sweaty -- the list goes on.
But the more you thought about how you hated him, the more you thought about him. His dark, curly hair; his lazy eyes; his crooked grin. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter.
You groaned in frustration, finally realizing your feelings: you had fallen in love with one of the dumbest, most annoying -- but somehow most highly sought after -- boys at your school.
You knew that he didn’t like you and he was just teasing, you knew he was going to break your heart if you confessed, you knew all of his fangirls would hate you for the rest of eternity, but you just had to go and fall in love with him. He just had to make you fall in love with him.
As your week went on, you had hoped that your little “crush” would subside, but it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger the more he pinned you against walls or called you flirty nicknames.
He came up to you more frequently now, draping his arms over your shoulders from behind just to see you jump at the sudden touch. Whenever a guy would approach you he’d become even more relentless, calling you more nicknames, finding more excuses to pull you close.
He was driving you insane and he knew it. Now whenever you were around him your face would turn so red it looked as if you were ready to explode. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he flustered you so easily and didn’t share the same feelings.
“Yahoo~! Manager-chaaan~!” A high-pitched voice caught your attention as you finished up some classwork at lunch.
You raised your head, looking around for the voice. To your left, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking up to you.
“Over here! Hi! Can we sit?” Oikawa asked you, sitting down before waiting for an answer. Iwaizumi stayed standing, waiting for your response.
“Yeah, sure,” you told him, turning back to your homework. “Do you need something?” you asked the boys with a sigh.
“Manager-chan~ no need to be so cold!” Oikawa whined as he snatched your homework away from you.
You looked at him, a small pout on your face. “Yes?”
“Great!” Oikawa chirped. “Do you want to come to the bonfire by the river tonight?”
“What? No,” you answered immediately. “I hate parties -- bonfires, whatever. Plus, I have work to do for the student council.”
“C’monnn Y/N-chan~! Loosen up a bit, you’re always working. You need to relax a bit, have some fun, y’know?” Oikawa whined, filing his nails.
“I just can’t Oikawa-san. You know I love hanging out with you guys but I’m not that much of a ‘party animal’ like you two,” you said, drawing air quotes with your fingers.
“President-chan! Don’t be such a party pooper,” Oikawa complained. He leaned in close, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Mattsun’ll be there~”
Your eyes widened, hoping the two boys wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your face. “W-what makes you think that’ll convince me?”
Iwaizumi chuckled, lowering his voice. “It’s pretty obvious, y’know?”
“What’s obvious?” You sat up straight, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Oh our sweet, sweet manager…” Oikawa cooed. “Her face is so red thinking about Mattsun~!”
Your hid your face with your hands.
“Come on Y/N,” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t have to drink or anything, just have some fun.”
The ace raised his eyebrows expectantly at you; he almost reminded you of your mother. You were a third year and had never been to a single house party, why not have some fun? You groaned, knowing you’d regret your decision later. “Okokokok, fine!”
“Yay!!” Oikawa clapped his hands together. “We’ll pick you up tonight!”
As you got ready, you couldn’t help but notice a nervous feeling rising in your stomach. It would be the first real social event you had gone to, after all. Not some student leadership meeting or team bonding experience. You had no clue what to expect; the only vague images of parties or bonfires you had were scenes of huge house parties in movies that you watched with your friends a long time ago.
Just as you were grabbing your purse, your phone buzzed, indicating that your friends were here. You checked that you had everything that you needed -- or thought you would need -- and headed out the door.
“You really got her to come,” Makki remarked, grinning at you as you climbed in the back seat next to Mattsun. Iwaizumi was driving, Oikawa in the passenger seat, and Mattsun and Makki sat in the back seat with you.
“That’s right! I told you she would~” Oikawa responded, snatching five dollars from his friend’s hand. Makki rolled his eyes, looking out the window.
The car was fairly small, causing you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki to be squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back.
Looking out the window you caught Oikawa wiggling his eyebrows at you through the sideview mirror, to which you gave him a confused look, but you knew exactly what he meant.
“So, Coach.” Matsukawa leaned impossibly closer to you, causing warmth to rush into your face. “How did this shithead convice you to come?”
“Not nice, Mattsun!”
“I-I dunno, we’re all third-years now and I’ve never been to anything like a party before. I just wanted to experience it, I guess,” you pondered.
“That doesn’t sound like you at all Y/N-san,” Makki said with a snicker.
“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to relax for once.”
“Makes sense, you’re constantly working -- I don’t even know how you have time to manage the volleyball team,” Makki thought aloud. “Have you ever had alcohol before, Y/N?”
“Uh, no? I wasn’t planning on having any tonight either,” you answered.
“To be expected of Mrs. President-chan!” Oikawa commented. “You know, you really should try some at least!”
“Eh, maybe,” you responded sheepishly. To be quite honest, you weren’t even thinking about alcohol until Hanamaki brought it up.
As the five of you arrived, you started to feel even more nervous. Despite being outdoors, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke overtook your senses, nearly knocking you over.
“Feelin’ woozy, princess?” Matsukawa asked under his breath, bringing his hand up to your back to help balance you.
“Just don’t like the smell of alcohol is all,” you responded, grateful for his hand. You watched Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Hanamaki walking up to some other friends, saying hi.
You saw many other teenagers, just like yourself, walking and sitting around, holding cans and bottles and cups of alcohol. You couldn’t help but feel like an outlier as you followed your four friends around, staying behind them and looking at the ground nervously.
You soon found a spot to sit down, leaving your friends to go enjoy themselves. You watched them mill around, having fun and laughing with other friends.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
Turning your head, you found a girl that looked your age. She had dark hair and a big smile across her face. Judging by the way she acted, she had clearly had a couple of drinks already. She held in her hands two cans of beer as well as her phone.
“I’m L/N Y/N, and you?” you asked politely.
“I’m Nakamura Megumi! You want one?” she asked, holding out one of the cans to you as she sat down beside you.
“Uh, sure,” you responded, taking the can. You took a small sip, almost making a face at how foul it tasted. “I go to Aoba Josai, how about you?”
“I go to Johzenji!” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Ohmygod, do you know Oikawa Toru?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m the manager of the volleyball team actually.”
“Oh my god! He’s so hot! Is he here?” she asked you giddily.
“Yeah, he’s right over there.” You pointed to him.
“Oh my gosh, isn’t he so hot?!” she fawned, noticibly slurring her words. “I’m going to go talk to him!”
You let out a sheepish exhale, watching her run stumble towards your friend. You took another sip of the awful liquid in your hands, deciding that you would finish it, not wanting to waste anything -- even if it was so horrible.
As the evening went on, you finally finished the contents of the can, throwing it to the side as you tried to focus your vision. Your head was spinning and your face felt horribly warm. You stood up, almost losing balance as you tried to spot your friends.
“Y/N?” Matsukawa said as the four of them walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing. “What’s goin’ on princess?”
“‘Wanna go home…” you whined. “‘M tired.”
“Okay, let’s get you home,” Matsukawa muttered, steering you towards the direction of the car.
“How much did you have to drink?” Oikawa asked you.
“Mmmm, like…one can?” you drawled, leaning into Matsukawa.
Your friends chuckled as you all got into the car. “Of beer? Damn, Y/N I didn’t know you were such a lightweight,” Hanamaki commented.
“Hey..! Not nicee!” You grumbled in Matsukawa’s shoulder.
The rest of the carride was silent, the thrumming of the car’s engine slowly lulling you to sleep.
As Iwaizumi finally pulled into your parents’ driveway, your eyes fluttered open. “Are we home?”
“Yeah, are your parents home?” Matsukawa asked, reaching across your body to open the door.
“M-m.” You shook your head. “Business trips…”
Matsukawa sighed in relief as he awkwardly climbed over you to get out of the car. He bent down, back facing you, sticking his arms out behind him. “Get on my back princess, I’ll carry you inside.”
You slowly draped your limbs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You guys can go, I think I’m just going to stay with her to make sure she’s okay.”
Iwaizumi nodded as Oikawa winked at his friend through the open window. “Use protection!” Makki called out teasingly as the car backed out of the driveway.
Matsukawa used the spare key under your doormat to enter you house. “How did you know ‘bout that..?”
“You told me about it awhile ago,” he said as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. “Take a shower, I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”
You nodded, getting off his back. You stumbled into the bathroom with your pajamas under your arm and turned on the water.
Matsukawa walked back downstairs, grabbing two packs of instant ramen for the both of you. As he waited for the water to boil, he left a glass of water as well as an Advil on your nightstand.
The smell of ramen convinced you to take a quick shower, feeling your empty stomach grumble. Opening the door to the bathroom, you found Matsukawa sitting on your bed, watching a show on your laptop and slurping up a bowl of ramen. He nodded towards your bedside table on top of which was a glass of water, an Advil, and a steaming bowl of ramen with some chopsticks. You almost drooled looking at the ramen.
“Have some water and ramen, then you should take the Advil,” Matsukawa instructed as you climbed under the covers next to him, grabbing the bowl of ramen and chopsticks.
“Watcha watching?” you asked him, looking at the screen.
“Spirited Away,” Matsukawa chuckled.
You gasped. “I love that movie!”
“I know, princess. Eat up.”
Once you finished your bowl and took the Advil, you snuggled up into Matsukawa trying to focus on the movie.
“Tired…” you told him, rubbing your eyes.
“Alright, doll,” he said, shutting the laptop and putting it to the side.
You wrapped you arms around his neck, hiding your face in it.
“I like you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “But don’t tell anyone though, ‘t’s a secret…”
“I like you too princess.” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back. “Go to sleep now.”
NOTES: AHFDSLAKJF flufftober is here!! anyways matsukawa is more flirty/bold than a troublemaker BUT THAt’S OK. this is the longest work i have posted here 💀
anyways i’ve been trying to get my 2 REQUESTS done AND IM SO SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG but i’m having writer’s block rn idk and i know that’s like a really shitty excuse but i just can’t write LFDMSAFD please be patient as i try to write those 👍
have a nice day cutie <33
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Sweet Treats with Seijoh
Oikawa x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader, Makki x Reader, Mattsun x Reader
Words: ~1,2 k
Warnings: None
A/n: sry, I only did the 3rd years >.< I'll do the other’s next year on Valentine's Day, hehe! <3
Sweet Treats with Inarizaki
Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa
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Oikawa:
The only thing keeping you steady is Oikawa's warm hand and his encouraging words while you both skate your very first round through the empty hall.
"You're doing so good, my darling. You look so cute when you're concentrated." He squeezes your hand, and you wonder once again how your boyfriend could be blessed with so many talents AND extraordinary good looks. Oikawa Tooru, who easily convinced you to go ice skating with him on Valentine‘s Day together, and it should be unfair how effortlessly good-looking he is on the ice.
He surely knows well how to skate well, his stance secure and steady, and he even manages to give you a feeling of security besides your wobbly legs.
"I can't believe you actually rented this whole hall." You gesture to the empty place with your free hand, briefly looking at the big screen of advertisement that is now displaying both of your names and a few hearts much to your surprise. The cheesy picture makes your heart swell with sudden affection for the brunette setter besides you.
"I just asked if they could give us two hours after their closing time. Iwa-chan pulled a few strings for me, his connections are no joke." He chuckles and shakes his head- but you suddenly lose focus when you try to respond and stumble, and Oikawa reacts immediately, his body almost moving on autopilot.
He whisks you into his arms and holds you steady in a matter of seconds- and you forget how to breathe for a moment when you feel his arms caging you and holding you close to him. Oikawa is staring right into your eyes, his confident smile turning into a serious, yet soft expression when he focuses on you and only you- and you can also not help yourself but getting lost in him. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it hurts sometimes." He whispers, his brown eyes closing for a short second as if he needs to calm himself down, and there is a vulnerability in his features that makes your body react instantly. You wrap your arms around him and bring one of your hands to cup his cheek. You look into his eyes, hoping to convey that you feel the same for him- that he is your everything, that he is the one you wholeheartedly love with your whole existence.
"I love you too, Tooru. You're my everything." And that's when he smiles genuinely, a smile that is only reserved for you, and leans down until his warm lips meet yours in a loving kiss.
Iwaizumi:
"I know I've been busy with the upcoming season lately, but I wanted to make sure to make up for that tonight.“
He opens the door and holds it open for you to enter first- Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman without even trying, it seems like he is made of perfect boyfriend material with every single cell of his handsome body.
"It‘s okay, Hajime. I know the season will be over soon, and then we can go on our vacation.“
You turn towards him, and he smiles softly at you. But before you can lean down and remove your shoes, he suddenly pulls you closer and presses your body against his chest.
"Hajime-"
"Just- can we stay like this?"
He rests one hand gently on your lower back and one between your shoulder blades, and you immediately melt into his touch and wrap your arms around his shoulders to deeply inhale his familiar cologne. You feel his chest raise against your cheek with every breath that he takes, his warmth against your body, and his hands, that rub slow circles on your back- and that moment feels so intimate, so, so close, and so full of love -
Iwaizumi slowly begins to move his body in a slow rhythm, and you simply follow his lead. He is slowly dancing with you in the dimly lit floor, just you and him, feeling each other, and listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats. You can't help but to fall a bit harder for the athletic trainer that easily managed to get into your heart from the very first moment you saw him.
"Y/n?"
"Hmm?" You hum against his chest, feeling his slow and steady heartbeat against your cheek, and you know that you probably would stay like this forever if you could- just in his arms, right where you belong-
“I love you. Forever.“
“I love you too, Hajime. Forever.“
Makki:
It's not hard to spot your boyfriend in the middle of the crowd- he is the one with the biggest bouquet of roses you have ever seen in your whole live. The beautiful arrangement of flowers is big enough to draw attention from all over the place, everyone probably wondering if he has gone insane- but you know that it's just such a Makki thing to do.
"Y/n! I'm here, my angel!"
Before you two started dating, you had absolutely no idea that he could actually be so cute and romantic, only knowing his easygoing and lighthearted side- but he never fails to fluster and surprise you every single day.
"I can't believe you got these for me." Your eyes widen when you look at the bouquet from up close- it seems even more gigantic than from afar.
"Only the best for my gem." He smiles and cups your cheek gently with one hand to press a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. "I've got so many plans for today. I will spoil you and make sure you'll never forget this day- it's our first Valentine's Day together, and I want to make sure you know that I will always put effort in our relationship, even though I seem a bit unsteady sometimes." He wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the huge bouquet still in his other hand. You're glad that you're not standing in the middle of the way, and that the people passing you are not looking at you anymore, because you know that you look absolutely flustered after his sudden outburst.
"You know that you don't need to do all of this. Just spending time with you is enough for me."
"I know. But I wanted to do it. For you, for me. For us."
He seems so serious, and you can't help but to smile fondly at his expression. He looses his tension when he sees your happy smile, and you quickly interlace your fingers with his.
"Let's go. I'm all yours today."
"I'll make sure to cherish you to make you mine forever." He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink at the sudden thought of marrying you once day.
"Did you say something?" You glance at him and shortly catch the sight of his reddned face but he is quick to divert your attention to something else.
"Nothing to worry about. Let's go!"
Mattsun:
"I'm home! Please don't be mad!"
The second he turns around after closing the door, he is already facing your pouting face, and he guiltily scratches the back of his head.
"I got stalled at work- but I promise I'll be quick, we will make it in time, just trust me, babe."
"Hurry then, our reservation is in an hour, and we need to drive there for at least half an hour."
You urge him to go to the bedroom to change his clothes, but he finally seems to realize that you're already wearing your pretty dress and lipstick, with your favorite necklace that he gifted you on your first anniversary on your neck- and he freezes for a second.
Mattsukawa takes a few moments to look at you from head to toe- and he is instantly convinced that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do now.
"What? Issei, I swear to god, if we're late and they cancel our reservation, then you'll be in trouble-"
"No, babe. You just look so beautiful right now." His mumbled words heat up your cheeks, and the intensity of his gaze makes you speechless for a few seconds.
"Oh." He steps closer to you and carefully places his hands on your hips before he leans down to look at your eyes. "So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you." His lips slowly meet your cheek- "So smart and witty." His lips meet your other cheek. "Kind and caring." His lips meet your forehead "Strong and-" his lips hover over yours, and you feel like hyperventilating- he still has that effect on you. "Only mine." It only takes him a small tilt of his head to connect your lips, and you instantly reciprocate the kiss, much to his delight.
The sweet moment is interrupted when your phone rings- and you pull back with slight panic in your face.
"Issei- stop, get dressed already!"
He smiles at your words and playfully salutes.
“Yes, Mrs. Mattsukawa!“
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my brain, never having a single moment of peace when it comes to haikyuu:
block party
[a streetwide party in which only middle blockers are invited.]
#ive written a lot of captain squad stuff - is the blocker squad a thing?#tsukki; hinata; suna; tendou; mattsun; kuroo#jesus christ what even is the vibe for that?#haikyuu fanfic author#fanfiction writer#haikyuu#haikyuu fanfiction
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Matsukawa Issei || “he’s cute.”
tags : just hs crush fluff, she/her pronouns, female reader
a/n: its concerning how im active again in haikyuu, fandom and writing fluff because i want to (65 followers omg… tysm! Im flustered because you guys🥹🫶)—i cant find a manga panel of matsukawa issei and hMp, realistically speaking if any of the hq characters were real, i’ll have a crush on him and sakusa. anyways, hope u enjoy my silly little one shot because of my silly little scenarios running in my silly little mind likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!
The first time (Name) really had a crush on someone was back then on kindergarten, she couldn’t remember the boy who gave her small flowers every recess anymore.
The second time was when she was in first year of highschool, her third year senior who was a captain of the soccerclub but alas, he had a girlfriend after he graduated, leaving (Name) all pouty and muttering in her class when girls flocked to her sides, showing her a post between the former soccer captain and his pretty girlfriend. “hmp, i’m never having crush again.” Was she said when they teased her for not acting fast.
The third time however…
Her cousin, Iwaizumi Hajime, made sure his words get into her head, drilling them and make sure it’ll never slip out of her mind that she’s not going to visit him in his practice match because Oikawa and her would be an unstoppable annoying duo but (Name) honestly didn’t care and claims to be “the fun cousin” as she prepares herself to hurl herself if she saw her favorite cousin in the practice match.
It was a practice match between Karasuno, her school and Aoba Johsai, her cousin’s school today and (Name) couldn’t miss up the opportunity to see her cousin on action again, after all, her school volleyball club didn’t put up much of a fight anymore but seeing two promising players this year, she was immediately hooked. Also, it’s been a long time since she saw Iwaizumi played and by the talk of her classmates, he’s popular along with Oikawa that makes her proud.
But confidence wasn’t on her side today, standing in front of the unfamiliar school gates with a wince, she grip the strap of her bag and anxiety was filling her up. (Name) could have joined Kiyoko, knowing they’re good close friends but by the looks of it, the manager of the crows is busy, didn’t had the heart to disturb her classmate because she wanted to annoy her cousin for good old times.
She’s shy. Even with the happy exterior, (Name) is absolutely a shy school girl when she’s by herself.
Placing both of her hands in her cheeks, she gives a few soft pats, encouraging herself to walk forward. She could do this, she will not get lost, she’s the fun cousin—
Her eyes suddenly landed on two tall third years, walking together at school and by the look of their uniform, they’re from the volleyball club! Must be Iwaizumi’s teammates! Forget her shyness! Surprising her favorite cousin is her priority! With that, she finds herself walking toward them, placing a practice friendly smile on her lips. “Excuse me!”
Oh My God.
Stopping in front of the two men towering over her figure, she looks up to dark haired who’s looking at her with eyebrows raised in question, his dark eyes looking at her carefully. Unconsciously, she grasp the strap of her bag as she looks at this man features and her mind went blank for a moment because:
“Holy shit, he’s cute.” She thought, (Name) forgot about what she’s going to say but when he tilts his head to the side, waiting for her to speak up, (Name) cleared her throat, fighting the oncoming heat threatening to spread across her cheeks. “I— I, can you please point me the way to the practice match…” giving herself a pat on the back to complete a sentence but mentally slapping herself because she sounded rude and quiet.
Matsukawa heard her, loud and clear, but he’s not going to act blind when he can see the red tinge by the tip of her ears, Hanamaki noticed it too and he shot his bestfriend a knowing look when it’s obvious Matsukawa finds her cute because her confidence earlier was now melting to a shy one and from the way he’s holding back a grin.
Matsukawa Issei heard her but he’s going to prolong their conversation with this cute girl, he’ll make sure he’ll make her remember this time.
(Name) couldn’t handle the blush spreading her cheeks anymore when the tall dark haired attractive volleyball player leaned down slightly to get a better hearing of her words, (his perfume hits her nose, he smelled really good too, can’t this guy have one flaw?) and hummed as if asking her to repeat again— making words lotched up on her throat and screaming at herself to focus, this is very first time (Name) was ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment.
“Sorry for disturbing you, but I was wondering if you could point the direction of the gym for me? I’m here to visit my cousin.” (Name) said, this time with more confidence, acting as if him leaning down didn’t make her flustered and voice higher than usual, her fingers now playing at the zipper of her bag that goes noticed to the two third years. Hanamaki was eyeing her hands with a teasing smile (making her more embarrassed, was she that obvious?) while Matsukawa fought a grin breaking when she struggled to keep eye contact.
Cute, the tall middle blocker thought.
“Ah,” he stood back in full height, flashing her a smile before pointing the gym not far from them. “Right there, are you going to watch the practice match?” Matsukawa was lowkey hoping she’ll say yes and cheer for (him) his team.
Tall, handsome and his voice is deep too.
This is exactly (Name)’s type—
Before she could answer him, she saw Iwaizumi storming up behind, eyes narrowing at Matsukawa’s head before landing at her, making her wave her hand at him.
She actually forgot she came here for Iwaizumi.
(Name) didn’t get a chance to greet him her cousin who landed his palm of Matsukawa’s back, making him wince at the contact and pouted to see his vice-captain throwing a glare at the both of them.
“Don’t make my cousin uncomfortable—“ she wasn’t though. “—and start warming up, we’re about to start and you, come with me.” With that he grabbed her arm, making the girl yelp in surprise before throwing a quick thanks at Matsukawa’s direction but avoiding his gaze when he finally lets out a grin, making him more ten times attractive.
Out of earshot, (Name) looks at the grumbling Iwaizumi and smiled, the blush was still present on her cheeks. “Bro, your teammate is a total cutie. What’s his name?“ To which Iwaizumi only rolled his eyes, he can’t find his confidence to tell her that his teammate was her first crush back in kindergarten who she keeps telling young Iwaizumi she’s gonna get married and he’s invited when she shows the flowers Matsukawa gave her.
—
“Hey, isn’t that the girl you had a crush on kindergarten, giving her flowers and corny things like that?” Hanamaki grinned when Matsukawa rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
“Yeah and for your information, I still have a crush on her, i’m going to ask for her number later.”
Yep, Matsukawa Issei will make sure (Name) hold onto the promise they both shared when they were in kindergarten because even though it sounds corny, he’s still head over heels for (Name) only.
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It’s that time of year again where I go through the entire matsuhana tag on ao3 and pretend i’m in love and happy like they are.
Anyways, send me fanfic recommendations.
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Assigning some of my favorite haikyuu boys fanfiction tropes >
☆ Atsumu - idiots to lovers
Look me in the eye and tell me atsumu wouldn't be the kind of guy to not understand why he feels a certain way towards you, you can't! His whole life he's had medicore social skills, and I hc that he's never really dated anyone before, so romantic relationships are an untouched territory to him. It's gonna take him a few reality checks from osamu to realize he likes anyone, even better if the person he likes is just as clueless.
☆ Osamu - mentor who's too attractive for his own good
Not in a professional setting. More in a "my friend said you could help me learn this recipe, can you pleaseee teach me" way. And he reluctantly agrees and he looks fine as hell cooking that you're barely learning how to make the actual meal. Better yet? "I don't know how to do this" "oh let me help you" And then he comes up behind you to guide you better.. chest against your back and everything (you're not learning anything)
☆ Kōshi - childhood friends to lovers
Everyone knows you're childhood friends and everyone knows there must be something between you. But neither of you act on it until one day you're asked out by someone and sugawara finally realizes "if I don't act quickly I will lose them" so he shows up to your house dramatic as hell in the rain and kisses you until you stop considering any other guy at all
☆ Tooru - rivals/enemies to lovers
You can't look at a guy who's this competitive, cocky, and petty, and not think he'd make a perfect rival love interest. Not only would he drive his opponent to do better and discover crazy things themselves (make them have a very dramatic realization moment), but the tension after either of them win is insane. He's like "I'll get you next time, be ready." And they're like "yeah sure pretty boy" and people have to stop and stare. The sexual tension is crazy
☆ Kiyoomi - reluctant friends to lovers
He doesn't want anything to do with them. At least for the first few times they meet. They follow him around like a lost puppy, looking for something or asking for instructions. And he's very cold to them on purpose, hoping they'd just leave him alone once he answers their questions. But then they start waving at him when they're standing with their friends, bringing him snacks he didn't ask for, speedwalking to catch up with him before he leaves, and he seriously has to reconsider why someone he saw as a pest is slowly growing to become a source of great comfort to him.
☆ Issei - best friends to lovers
It's essential to imagine being close friends with all of seijoh 4 and being especially close with issei to fully enjoy this. Since you're used to oikawa flirting with you here and there, and makki + issei himself always teasing you, it's not easy to tell when exactly his flirtations cross the line between platonic and romantic. No one is surprised when you start dating, actually they probably had a bet going on about it, and not much changes in your dynamic other than the fact that you and mattsun now kiss instead of joking about it.
#i didnt include kuroo because i already assigned a trope to sweetlem so he's hers forever now sorry i make the rules#this spent too long in my drafts and its just a silly little idea so im throwing it out into the world now#atsumu miya#atsumu x reader#osamu miya#osamu x reader#sugawara koushi#sugawara x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#matsukawa issei#matsukawa x reader#꒰ 𑄽 💌 ୧ ꒱ notes from el
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Where Lightning Strikes Twice
The weather forecast had predicted a little bit of rain in the afternoon. What you discovered instead was sheets and sheets of viciousness, nearly opaque as it fell from the sky and hurled towards the ground. You predicted your flimsy little umbrella would not survive. Nevertheless, you had a mission to complete, and you were going to see to it.
You turned to your partner in crime, who was looking much more dissuaded by the presented obstacle than you felt.
"Come on," you urged Sumire. "We'll be late to the game."
She sighed. "I don't think—"
"What, you're scared of a little rain?"
You had known Shouda Sumire far long enough to understand her. You knew she had never been able to resist a challenge. As predicted, she shouldered on her raincoat resolutely.
"I just got my hair permed," she pouted.
"Sumire! Perms are temporary! Volleyball is forever!"
"You don't even care about volleyball, all you care about is Iwaizumi."
Sumire had known you far long enough to understand you, too.
"I just... have a good feeling. I think today is the day, Sumi," you sighed breathlessly. Where there was understanding, there was love. You knew she would back you up no matter what.
"Today?" Your best friend eyed the pavement, water droplets dashing here and there like oil splattering out of a pan; the sky, pitch black and not seeming like it was going to lighten anytime soon.
But you had been putting this off long enough, she thought. Hopefully the outcome would be good, despite the stormy weather.
By the time you and Sumire reached the gymnasium, the two of you were thoroughly drenched. Rivulets streamed down your faces, and every step you took stamped a watery footprint on the floor. “I feel disgusting,” Sumire whispered. You felt the same.
The match had already begun. Surreptitiously, you two climbed into the bleachers, where the number of those in attendance had barely suffered, despite the raging conditions outside. You cheered along with them when Oikawa Tooru, the team’s setter, managed to bump a fast and furious spike; you cheered louder when Iwaizumi Hajime, the love of your life, smashed that ball towards the other side of the net with no mercy. Next to you, Sumire alternated between watching impassively and reading fanfiction on her phone. This was how the two of you usually passed time at games.
Finally, the match was over; as you’d hoped, it was a victory for your team. You waited for the two sides to shake hands before pulling something from your bag and scrambling down the benches. “Wait for me here, okay?” you told Sumire, who nodded, engrossed in her screen.
"Wait!" she called.
"Yeah?" You looked back.
"Good luck."
You were lucky to have Sumire in your life, you knew that.
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"Here she comes," Oikawa whisper-shouted. Peeking through the entrance to the locker room, he watched you scurry down the bleachers, impeded only by the volume of the audience. "The team's most enthusiastic fangirl."
"You mean Iwa's most enthusiastic fangirl," Mattsun snorted.
"Yeah, this isn't about the team," Makki added. "Hey, great king. How does it feel to be out of the spotlight for once?"
"Well, in a way she is supporting the team, and I'm captain, so actually —"
"All of you shut up," Iwaizumi grumbled, tossing his school uniform over his head.
Iwaizumi had mixed feelings about your interest, and he found a million reasons to disguise them: He was too busy what with school, practice, and making sure Shittykawa didn't crash and burn. He had no time or desire for a relationship. He was thinking about studying abroad for university, and there was no point investing his and your time into something that might not work out. He didn't know you. And, other than an appreciation of your physical appearance, or a curiosity about what you were really like, he couldn't say he returned your affections.
All those points were legitimate and understandable, and even genuine. He wasn't lying. The only thing was they were just excuses.
Iwaizumi wanted to get to know you. He wanted to have someone unequivocally in his corner. He wanted to be unequivocally in someone’s corner.
He just didn’t know how.
The truth was he was unused to it: attention. Affection. He was scared that if he got used to it, you could lord it over him. You could take it away. Better to not know love than to lose it and lose yourself... right?
Iwaizumi was brave, but this time he wanted the coward's way out. He hoped you wouldn't cross any lines.
"He's shy," Oikawa theatrically whispered, reclaiming his place on the bench.
"He's bashful," Mattsun pronounced in a lazy drawl.
"He's self-con— ow!"
When the team finally filed out of the locker room, where you were patiently waiting, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa were all looking a little worse for wear. They tumbled one over themselves in their eagerness to greet you, and would have succeeded if not for a rather menacing cough.
Iwaizumi nodded at you, one arm hooked casually over Oikawa's shoulders.
"Iwaizumi-kun," he heard you call.
"Yeah?" He stopped and looked at you.
"Could... I talk to you?"
"' course. What's up?" Iwaizumi kept his arm around Oikawa, despite the latter jabbing him.
You shrank.
I'm sorry, Iwaizumi thought. It doesn't have to be this way. There's still time to avoid embarrassing us both.
But just as quickly as you had withered, you sprang back. Before he could react, you stepped forward. "I like you," you said clearly, in front of the whole team. You presented him a small paper bag. "Please accept this as a token of my feelings."
Oikawa finally succeeded in shrugging off Iwaizumi's arm. It fell to his side. "Oh," he said lamely.
Vaguely he was aware of his best friend ushering everyone out. He made out Kunimi's voice — "This is the most interesting game we've had in a long time" — and Yahaba's whine that he wanted to hear the response. You looked at him steadily, but he was looking everywhere but at you.
Iwaizumi's heart sank. Did he really have to do this?
"I'm sorry," he said, and he finally looked into your eyes.
They shone with honesty, a value lost to him at the moment.
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"A week has passed. You aren't allowed to mope anymore." With these words of wisdom, Sumire cleared your night stand of ice cream cartons, tossed the self pitiful diary entries into the recycling bin, and as a grand finale, pulled you out of bed.
She had been very kind and caring over the past week, feeling and catering to your ever so fluctuating mood. But the expiration date on that personality had passed, and the true Sumire was back.
"But I'm sad, Sumi."
You were sad. The saddest thing was, you had thought you had a chance. Iwaizumi had always stopped to talk to you whenever you bumped into each other in the hallway, had always walked you to your next class. You wouldn't ever forget the day you fell for him. You were outwardly stoic, inwardly inconsolable over a terrible maths exam. He had managed to get out of you what was wrong...
"You'll get over it."
"No I won't."
"Not with that attitude, you won't. It's really about your mentality. Things are hard now, and I can understand that. But you need to see a little further down the road."
You paused. She cocked her head towards you.
"I liked you better when you were being all maternal."
"You love me the same."
You had been crying non stop the past few days and a part of you wanted to die, but at least you had Sumire. In times of crisis one needed to be thankful for blessings. Sumire was a big blessing in your life.
"... that's true."
"All will be right. You'll get over him, I promise. In fact," your best friend said, cocking her head. "I know just what you need to do that..."
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"Iwa-chan, a week has passed and you're still out of it."
Oikawa was serious, which is how Iwaizumi knew he was in deep shit.
Still, he brushed off his best friend's words. "What the hell do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
Oikawa had meant exactly what he said. The past week, Iwaizumi had been out of it. He came to school tardy, eye bags beneath his eyes; handed in half assed homework and fell asleep during lunch. Oikawa could understand and even relate to that way of life. He took offense when Iwaizumi began bringing this lack of energy to the court.
And being the thoughtful best friend that he was, Oikawa had deduced that the root of his best friend's current mental state was you. Rejecting your confession must really have thrown Iwa off. "Just find her and say you've come to your senses and you love her and all will be right."
"Shut the hell up, Shittykawa," Iwa mumbled, but it was without impact.
To be honest, he had been thinking about what had transpired at last week's game, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel an ounce of remorse. At the very least, he could've been courteous in rejecting you...
But the regret he felt ran deeper than that. He knew himself what he wished would have happened.
"C'mon, let's go. What homeroom is she in again?"
Iwaizumi didn't protest as he was pulled to his feet, as he was led through hallways filled with teachers, students, ... they almost walked past a very familiar looking silhouette.
He stopped.
"Why'd we sto— oh," Oikawa gasped. Then he gasped, loudly. "Oh!"
The silhouette startled, turning around, and becoming two distinct people.
Your eyes were wide.
"Iwaizumi-kun."
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a/n: happy matsukawa monday!! i woke up with mattsun on the brain, so here we are. when i found out he was a mortician in the timeskip i got happier than i could ever possibly explain,,, heres me going crazy about death care for .03 seconds :>
genre: fluff!!!
pairing: matsukawa issei x gn!reader
warnings: this ones gorey and the biggest part of the plot is stuff involving cadavers and the embalming process. please use caution!!
word count: 717
enjoy!!
“how’d this guy die?” you were shaving the face of an older man, probably 66-70. prepping him for the works.
it wasn’t your first rodeo, of course being a decently credible embalmer, but you were new here. you didn’t know his way of things.
“heart attack, makki grabbed him this morning” matsukawa issei was your new boss.
he had this magnitude you had never seen in a mortician, but maybe that’s what made him good at his job. he was able to charm even the most broken, grieving souls; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in awe of it.
“damn. who’s makki?” you continued shaving the man's face, cutting the last of the small, grey hairs that adorned his chin. his eyebrows were unruly too, you made a note of that for later.
“oh he’s my friend, i’m letting him drive the van while he’s” he paused to put air quotes around the next words “between jobs.”
you let a small giggle out, showing you heard him, “when’s the viewing for this one again?”
“tomorrow morning.”
you nodded and continued working, trimming the small eyebrow hairs, proceeding to close the eyes and mouth. your needle pierced the underside of his chin and worked the plastic thread upwards, closing the gap between his lips. the suture method.
every once in a while he’d come into your brain again; short black hair and dejected look being more alluring than you’d let yourself think. he’d bust out in laughter from the other room and you’d let a small smile fall from your lips. you felt powerful around him, his aura rubbing off on you. he laughed at your jokes and allowed you to exist in any way you liked, but you had also seen what he’s like when his power takes over the room. it was far more exciting to make his power take over the room.
the time passed and you clocked out, eager to clean the scent of chemicals out of your clothes. you walked contently to your home, flopping your body on the couch before turning in hours later.
no matter how many times you did it, the paranoia of something happening with the body during the viewing always loomed above your head. you’d push it down with a glass of wine, but the potential of something little going wrong never failed to worry you.
time passed and sleeps were had, waking up the next morning to a pink sunrise and a sky full of falling leaves. you wore a pair of black pants and a collared shirt, an outfit that you’d come to be confident in, even when it’s practically useless to be. you walked into the funeral home, shoes clicking loudly on the floor, into your boss, putting on his quiet but commanding wake attitude.
“how was your night, y/n?”
“fine, issei. i’ve got a lady in the back i need to sort out, but i’ll be back.” you walked past him into the place where you spent your days, and he followed close behind you, trying his best not to make a noise.
“do you want something?” you snapped slightly, but it was all from anxiety about the day ahead.
“can i kiss you?”
“excuse me?”
he took a step closer to you, eyes looking hungry and full of a wonder you had never seen in them.
“can i kiss you?”
the time passed so much slower in your head as you thought over your emotions, wondering what this would do. you couldn’t deny having even the slightest crush on him. he had power, and that excited you, but you were never expecting him to feel anything too.
“i gues-“ you spoke quickly, but not quite quick enough for him, as he cut off your words with the impact of your lips. time moved even slower now, feeling each small tingle that made its way to the soft, pink skin. he placed his arm around your body, lifting you by your waist slightly and deepening the kiss. his other hand moved to your neck, finding its home right behind your ear. the kiss seemed to last forever, but ended with a harsh exhale and a, “they’ll be arriving soon.”
“yeah” you stuttered slightly, still in a state of shock “for sure.”
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Pairing : Issei Matsukawa (Mattsun) x Reader
Summary: For the Omertá Mafia collab .. there's still time to join if you want just send me a ask and make sure there isn't already more than 2 pics for the character .. anyway, this is some Mattsun brainrot , I’ve been having withdrawals with the lack of content for him ,
Warnings: 18+, mature content, mature language, masturbation, sorta kinda phone sex, Hitman Issei, dirty talk while on the job 😂, mentions of cheating.
Tags - @festive @luffysthickwaifu @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @rinhoes @imperatorkhaleesi @bookwormsenpai @po3ticb3auty @ry0m3n @mizumikira @cherrykamado @ceeriusly-dumb @littlemochi @nyremei@simpliheavenli @hhawkz
“What’s up?” Issei breathes heavily to the phone answering your sudden call. You pause, voice caught in your throat at the baritone voice sending chills down your spine. “Babe, you’re gonna have to hurry this up.. I’m handing business”
“Issei” you whine needily into the phone. “I need you to.. keep talking.. please”
“Fuck I missed the sound of your voice. Where’s your husband?” He says gruffly. You whimper in response, rapid breathes falling from your lips.
“Stop talking about him and help me” you lowly snap. He always had to be petty.
“Well sorry Mr. CEO can’t please you, but clearly someone couldn’t wait.” He chuckles.
“FaceTime me, let me see my kitty “you hum in an agreement, propping up your phone to give him the perfect view of his “kitty” anxious to see his face. As the FaceTime call connects you hear Mattsun suck in a sharp breath.
“There she is” he coos into the phone smiling. “You look pretty baby” he smiles. You notice the blood stains on his face and collar and feel your cunt throb. Why does crime turn me on? Down girl.
“I can wait and call you later .. you’re obviously busy” you fake pout hiding your lower half from him.
“Aht, they’re dead, the guys are searching the building. show me what you were doing when you called me”
You admire how his face flexes with his laugh. You wished you could be with him. But the circumstances.. your marriage was arranged for you, you met him too late, and he was dangerous…. It wouldn’t have been possible. Playfully rolling your eyes, you lean your phone on the mirror you were sitting in front of.
Issei’s brows raise at the sight of you with your legs gaped open and a lilac-colored dildo, with the tip hooked between your folds, ready to be used “Ohh, a show .. for me?”
“Yeah.. and You know I’ve been thinking a lot lately ..” you start, as spit on the toy. “I want someone that will fuck me like he means it. Someone that will bend me over my husband's desk and fuck me. “you slowly pushing the toy into your squelching cunt
“Uh huh, and who’s this someone you want sweetheart?”
“You” you moan twisting you wrist with each slow pump of the toy.
“Me?”
“Yes you” you moan. “And when that bitch is working at that desk I’ll imagine us fucking on it. I’ll be reminded that you fucked me in the one place that fucker cares about most” you whine picking up to pace
You fail to notice mattsun shuffling around, tucking the phone in his pocket as he continued talking to you. “Imagine this..” he pauses “your legs gaped open on top of that desk, right in front of me as I sit in that cheap leather chair.” You whimper, running your hands up your body to palm your breast.
“Hands going up your thighs, under one of those cute little skirts you always wear..” he huffs, and you hear a shot go off.
“Issei?”
“I’m alright. Don't stop, are you close?” He asks. You nod forgetting he can’t see you.
“We’ll put on a show for that limp dick bastard. Those pretty fingers pressed against his office window as I fuck into your pretty little kitty from the back for everyone to see. You’ll like that right?” He asks and you don’t bother to flinch when more shots go off.
“Fuck the desk” he shouts. With the way he’s huffing you can tell he’s running but you don’t stop stuffing your cunt with your toy, getting off on his heavy breathing, imagining it was him filling you up and not that stupid piece of plastic.
“I want him to hear you begging for me, I want you to look him in the eye while you tell me that Pussy belongs to me. You’ll do that for me right?”
“Yes..” you cry out, legs trembling but wrist relentlessly abusing your own cunt with the toy.
“Oh shit” you and Mattsun say in sync and his phone falls, called ending after the sound of a string of shots go off. You question if it was wrong if you to keep going but how could you stop when you were so close. So close yet so far, you really needed Issei.
Orgasm drifting away, You were about to give up, but your phone rings and it’s Issei calling back. When you answer he flips the camera to show you the bodies on the floor. “I told you I was alright, now put my kitty back on the phone so I can see her cry”
Your cunt twitches making the toy move and he smiles. You spread your legs wider slowly pushing the toy in and pulling it almost all the way out before twisting your wrist and speeding up.
“There you go baby you’re so fucking close” he groans. “Let me see that kitty cum, cum for me pretty girl”
Your moans are breathy, it feels so good, you vision blurs for a second and leaves you choking and gasping for air as you cum harder than you have since Issei left.
“There you go baby,” he coos watching you take the toy from your cunt and lick your cum from it just how I liked for you to do with your fingers. “Watch when I get home …” he whispers “you better do it just like that when I get back. I wanna see it right in-front of me”. You go to speak but your mouth is left hanging up when another string of shots goes off and you hear a man yell. “Look babe, I gotta go but if you need to get off when Mr. CEO goes to sleep.. you know who to call” and with that he hangs up.
As wrong and as deranged as it was, you were excited to hear from him again, even if it meant he was committing crimes with you on the phone. Smiling at your phone as you sent them pictures you took earlier you didn’t even bother to look up when the door opened.
“So .. you want to tell me who that was?”
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ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔡
〈When you decide to disobey Issei, not only does he indulge in your punishment, but so does his boys.
𖤐 Genre: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI
𖤐 Pairing: Fem! Reader x Matsukawa Issei x Hanamaki Takahiro x Oikawa Toru x Iwaizumi Hajime
𖤐 Warnings: established relationship ( between you and issei) daddy kink, collaring, mild pet play, use of “kitten” punishment, use of a vibrator, exhibitionism, Iwaizumi controls it later on, degradation and praise
Hiiii, ❦ so this piece is for @atsumuscumslut fuck me right here collab (and is very late m'sorry) and it took a totally different turn than I thought it would! But tbh, much sexier than I intended it to be 😳 enjoy and let me know what you think~!
Dancer at @hqintheclub
“B-But Daddy-“
That’s all you could get out, voice being replaced with a high-pitched whine as the vibrator in your cunt turned up. The vibration levels weren’t even that high just yet, just enough to have you squirming, enough to keep you distracted as Issei tightened the collar properly around your neck.
“But nothing. You wanna be a fucking brat? You’ll be treated like one, even out at fucking brunch with the boys.”
Matsukawa was right. You had been bratty all morning, it was your fault he had pinned you to the bed, pressed the toy between your slick folds and now, put your collar on snuggly. And it wasn’t even the subtle collar you wore out to the bar sometimes. This was the one you wore in the bedroom, thick black leather, baby blue seams, a thick silver ring hanging at the front. ‘Kitten’ was engraved in the metal, along with his initials.
“Looks pretty as ever.” He said with a small chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead despite the roughness of his hands as he hauled you off the bed. “Now, fix your hair, Angel. I’m gonna go start the car so we aren’t too late for brunch.”
You were squirming the entire car ride, pout etched onto your cute face as the smallest of whines bubbled past your lips. You didn’t dare say a word to Issei, hoping that maybe if you kept quiet, were his “good little kitten” in the car he’d change his mind about all this. But when he pulled into the parking lot of the familiar diner the 5 of you usually attended for brunch, still humming away to the radio, you began to panic a bit.
“I-Issei--”
Wrong move, the speed of the vibrations within you increased in an instant. You couldn’t hold back the gasp this time, gripping onto the seatbelt as he was slow to pull the keys out of the ignition.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“Yes, Kitten?” His voice was nothing but condescending, dripping of false honey as he met your gaze, the amusement swimming in his eyes making you groan.
“I-I was good the whole car ride--”
“You actually squirmed the whole time love, ya know how hard it is for Daddy to drive when your whining like that--”
“B-But--”
“But what?” There was his firm tone, the one that made his thick eyebrows set, jaw tightening a bit as he looked at you sternly. It had your lips sealing shut in seconds, cheeks burning as he continued to speak.
“You think just because you barely sat still for 20 minutes I’ll let your behaviour slide? C’mon Princess, I know you aren’t that stupid.” You whimpered, unable to look him in the eye anymore as he leaned in closer, fingers ghosting over the collar.
“I think the boys are gonna like seeing you like this, all flustered and embarrassed. It’ll be good for them to know that Daddy puts you in your place regardless of where we go, isn't that right, sweetheart?”
You didn’t trust yourself to speak right now, not with him so close, not with the way he was looking at you, not with the vibrator making your insides turn to jelly. So instead you just nodded, slowly unbuckling yourself.
“That’s my good girl.” He hummed. He was quick to exit the vehicle, making sure he made it to your side to help you out of the car. He actually laughed out loud when the sun hit off your thighs, the sheen of your arousal reflecting in the light. It only made you more flustered, clinging to his side despite your pouting lips.
As the two of you entered the diner and headed towards your respected table he leaned into you. Your eyes were locked onto the back of Oikawa’s head, heart dropping at the fact that the three other boys were already there, waiting.
“Wipe that pout off your lips, I would hate for the boys to think you're upset.”
You could feel your lower lip trembling, wanting nothing more than to allow petty tears to fall, plead with him and beg about how sorry you were. But there was no time, not when you made eye contact with Hanamaki.
Your pout quickly faded into a smile, giving the male a little wave.
But his eyes were trained on your neck, on the thick leather he had seen once or twice when Matsukawa had let him join in your endeavours.
“Well well, hello love birds.” His smirk made your lips twitch, your pout threatening to come back if not for the grip Issei had on your forearm.
“Boys, looking handsome as usual,” Issei responded in his usual playful tone, his grin growing as all the boys finally took in your appearance.
Face pinched up in embarrassment, thighs pressed tightly together under your skirt, eyes a little glossy and smile just a little forced.
“Hi” You murmur, very much aware of their eyes on you, taking you in even as you slip into the booth, squished between Hanamaki and Matsukawa. Oikawa leans into his palm, his fingers slowly tapping along his jaw as he speaks.
“Do you feel sick today Y/N? You’re lookin a little… flushed angel.”
Issei snorts, not even trying to hide it at this point. Iwaizumi sighs in disapproval, arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head. The boys were used to this, the way Issei would always bring risky business into your relationship, but this more aggressive than usual, much more obvious.
It was honestly amusing, amusing for everyone but you.
“I’m fine kawa, it's just hot--”
Your voice hitched in volume suddenly, words quickly getting caught in your throat when the vibrations within you increased.
Curse Issei and that stupid controller conveniently found on his phone.
Iwaizumi was going to tell the boys to quit it with the antics before the waitress came to the table. You didn’t trust your voice, especially with the way Issei’s hand was slowly massaging circles into your thigh, so you just let the boys order for you.
When she left Oikawa spoke again, voice muffled into his straw as he sipped away at his Mimosa “So, what did she do to get a punishment like this, Hm Mattsun?”
Iwaizumi coughed up his coffee, quickly glancing to make sure no one was close or paying attention to their booth. “Really Toru? Why are you--”
“She was being a big fucking brat, right kitten?” Issei commented bluntly, which only had Hanamaki laughing harder.
Again, you didn’t respond, even with Issei’s fingers sneaking beneath the hem of your skirt. You avoided eye contact when you nodded, fidgeting a bit in your seat.
“You guys are sick.” Iwaizumi spoke with a frown, he almost felt bad for you, almost. Had it not been for the hard-on he currently had under the table. Hanamaki simply shrugged at the comment, giving your head a gentle pat.
“Wouldn’t want my sweet little pet misbehaving either, I think Issei has the right idea here.”
“I know I do,” Issei responded, pulling out his phone finally. You were so tempted to snatch it up and throw it away, the vibrations starting to make your thighs twitch without your approval. You watched closely as he slowly handed the phone to Iwaizumi, shaking it even like it was a shiny new prize to be won.
“Wanna play with it Iwa-chan~ Let's see how she reacts when you fiddle with it.”
“Oh fuck off--”
“I want a turn!” Oikawa piped in, only making you heat up even further. You gripped onto Issei’s sleeve, eyes almost becoming glassy all over again as he threatened to give the power he currently held over you to his friends.
Not that he hadn’t done it before, but here? Right as the food was coming?
“I-Issei…” Your voice was so soft, holding that desperate tone it always did when you were really trying to get your way. Usually, Issei caved with it, the way your lashes would bat and your eyes would shine enough to make him give you exactly what you wanted.
But he was just having so much fun, and so were his boys.
Who was he to break that up now?
“Just one orgasm? Think you can be quiet enough to do it right here at the table, Kitten?” Although it may have sounded like a demand to the boys, you knew. Knew that this specific softer tone was Matsukawa making sure this was 100% okay with you. You were his precious baby after all, and your comfort at the end of all this was the most important thing to him.
Sucking in a shaky breath, you finally nodded, spreading your legs a bit further apart under the table so Issei could slide his hand up further.
“B-But only if you give it to Iwa, I don’t trust the others.”
“Rude!” Oikawa was pouting, while Hanamaki shrugged with a lazy grin. It was the truth anyway, both of them would have put the toy on full blast as soon as they had the control in their clutches anyway.
Iwaizumi took the phone as if it were a chore, while in reality the way you rocked in your seat, bit your lip so softly, fiddling with the thick silver ring on your collar.
He was so very grateful they were at a booth, so no one could see the way his cock was twitching in his pants.
He took in a deep sigh first, eyeing the control panel on the screen before slowly looking up to meet your gaze. He waited, patient as ever, despite the way the boys tried to egg him on. He waited until your lips parted.
He waited until the naive waitress approached the table, hands full of food.
And he cranked the dial. Not to the full blast of course, just enough that it would have your eyes widening, an unexpected gasp slipping from your lips as your hands shot into your lap. It was the waitress who said something first, her smile cheery as ever.
“Well Darlin, aren’t ya excited for breakfast!”
Issei snorted, along with Hanamaki who couldn’t hold back his laughter, even as the plates were being set down. You couldn’t even look the lady in the eye, afraid she’d notice the tears that sat fat in your lashes so instead you just gave her a soft hum of approval.
Iwaizumi had the perfect view though, not even paying attention to the steaming food before him as his eyes bore into you, watching the way you trembled against the leather seats. As soon as the waitress was gone he spoke up, clearing his throat so he’d catch your attention.
“Feels good?” When all he got was a nod in response Issei placed his hand on the back of your neck, fingers squeezing the leather further into your flesh.
“Words.” Was all he had to mumble before you spoke up, voice airy and very much stuttery.
“Y-Yes… feels good.”
“Good. Go on and eat.” His voice was still so casual as if he wasn’t turning you into a wet sopping mess right here in the middle of the restaurant. The boys took that as their own cue to eat, but they still all stared.
Stared at the way your fingers trembled as you gripped your fork, mewling as you stuffed your food between your lips in hopes that it would muffle your desperate sounds of delight. Stared at the way you leaned in closer to Issei, stared at the way you stared to grip the edge of the table, legs twitching so much it now seemed like a nervous bounce.
You chugged back some water, a tear finally falling and making your cheeks look puffy. Issei had to coo, swiping it away before any innocent bystanders noticed.
“What is it, baby? Foods spicy or somethin?”
You whimpered at that, looking at him before looking back to Iwaizumi. You were certain he hadn't taken his eyes off you the entire time he ate, pupils blown wide as the phone sat conveniently beside his plate.
“M-more--” Was all you could get out, thighs pressed together too tightly, fingers threatening to just plunge under your skirt had Issei’s hand not been there to block the path. Oikawa was grinning from ear to ear, giving Iwaizumi’s shoulder a nudge.
“Did ya hear that Iwa-Chan, ‘m-more’~” His voice was nothing but taunting, only making you squeeze around the vibrator tighter, fresh tears lining your lower lashes.
“Little slut… getting off on what's supposed to be a punishment,” Issei mumbled into his orange juice, his large palm giving your thigh such a hard squeeze you could have sobbed.
Iwaizumi wanted to believe he had a strong will, wanted to look you dead in the face and tell you ‘eat your food first before it gets cold’ or even degrade you for asking for something so lewd right here in the public eye.
But as you looked at him, desperate, whining, biting your lower lip so hard there would surely be a split in it, he just couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck it.” It was mumbled more to himself than the others, his fork falling to the table with a clank as he picked up the phone once more. His thumb smoothed over the dial, watching that way your lips hung lower and lower the higher it got.
All four boys would hear it now, the subtle sound of the vibrations emanating from your panties. Mattsun and Hanamaki could even feel it against the leather beneath them as you let out a silent sob. Issei noticed the way you were about to hide your face against the table and held the back of your neck once more, licking his lips.
“Don’t hide it, baby, c'mon. Cum right here, right now in front of all the boys and the people tryna eat in fucking peace.”
The words of praise, degradation, and tease given out by the boys all melted together as the vibrations travelled up your spine. Everything turned white as the cord in your abdomen snapped, heat ripping through you as you soaked your already soiled panties, along with the leather beneath you. You were panting, eyes slowly blinking back to reality to see amused and flushed faces all around.
Issei’s thumb was at your lips, and you lulled them open further on instinct as if his thumb was going to push into your mouth. Instead, he just wiped away at the little line of drool dripping down your chin, the one you had failed to notice in your haze of enjoyment.
“Good girl… that's my kitten.”
“Can’t believe she actually finished.” Hanamaki was nothing short of impressed
“I’m not, Mattsun trained her fucking well,” Oikawa stated pointedly, pouting when Iwaizumi nudged him from such a comment.
You were curled into Issei’s side now, tremors finally relaxing as you slowly sunk out of the haze. Matsukawa wrapped an arm around you, pressed a few kisses to your dampening hairline. He was subtle about feeling the seat between your thighs.
That is until it soaked his fingertips.
“Fuck me--.” He groaned, catching the boy's attention all over again as the waiter approached to collect their dishes.
“Since there's already a mess down here, might as well blame it on some ‘spilled water’ and go for round two, huh kitten?”
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despite having no strong emotions about him before, the haikyuu mobile game has made me VERY FOND of Mattsun
(because i bond fast and have emotional connections to my stupid little sprites)
anyway maybe my next fanfic will just be mattsun getting the spotlight for 10k
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Matsukawa Issei ~ Mine
~Kinktober 2021~
~October 3rd~
MINORS DNI ~ 18+ ; TW: A/B/O, rut, heat, knotting, marking, rough sex, scenting
Word Count: 2,890
Masterlists: Main Masterlist
Kinktober 2021
I tried to make them staggered, do one HQ, another JJK and one TR before I went back to the first but.... I got so much more drive to write Mattsun's sooooooooooo, I did 🙃
Enjoy ✨
Lemme know your thoughts 😘
Your feet guided you towards your co-workers house as your chest heaved and your nose flared, yearning for the smell of the musky, earthy smell of fresh rain he produced. Your heart was racing, pulsing hard as your vision was blurred. It was extremely risky, an omega like you walking around at night during the beginning of your heat, but your body wanted him.
You approached his door with ease, suddenly being met with a new problem… getting inside. You knocked on his door roughly only to be greeted with a raspy "Go away." You stayed silent, your breathing ragged and your knees getting weak as you could smell the faint whiff of his scent, making your insides coil. You were afraid to say anything for 2 reasons. First being, you were afraid of how your voice was going to sound, and secondly, you knew that if he heard your voice, he would refuse to open it.
You knocked again a few more times before you faintly heard footsteps approach through the harsh sound of your heartbeat in your ears. He finally opened it and his pheromones filled your nose and your cheeks got beet red, matching the tint on his. His narrow eyes widened as his breathing labored even more.
"Stay away. Leave. You need to leave. Now." He spoke as he staggeringly walked away from you. He didn't care about leaving you at the front door but he needed to get away from you. Your scent was drawing out his animalistic tendencies and he was terrified of what he would do to you.
You stood frozen, watching his figure walk away and your feet itched. They itched to move towards him but you shouldn't, it's not safe to start your heat near an alpha in a rut, especially a dominant alpha. But worse of all, it was the one alpha you wanted most. You knew this, yet you came anyway. You needed to leave and go far. Far, not... c-close.
Suddenly, you found yourself with your fingers wrapped around his sweat dampened shirt. His pheromones threatened to consume you as he froze in place. "I... I told you to leave."
You swallowed as you struggled to breath and you tested your voice, afraid of how it would sound. "Uh... M-Matsuk-kawa." Your voice was a spell to Matsukawa's ears and he spun right around but not before releasing the rest of his pheromones. You flinched and began to buckle down under the pressure and his gaze, slowly dropping to the floor.
"I..." His breathing staggered as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He had followed you to the ground where you sat back. His presence pushed you down farther till your back was against the floor, being pinned down by not only his pheromones but now his hands. "I told you..." He huffed, his face now near the crook of your neck, "to stay away." His voice became raspy as he pulled away from your neck, his face red, pupils glowing and narrow as he threatened to cave.
"You..." You shakily breathed, this was it. You were locked under Mattsun's body, overwhelmed by his pheromones that coursed through your veins.
"I can't." He growled, snarling at himself, shaking his head as you watched his resolve begin to crumble away. "I'm sorry." His voice was rough, "I don't think I can hold back anymore."
Your heat began to reign total control over your mind and your next words skated its way through danger. "S-so, don't hold back." Your hand reached up, grazing his arm gently and you submitted your body to him which resulted in your smell all-out attacking his senses.
It was then that he lost all his thoughts and drowned in your smell, licking your collarbone and up your neck to your jaw. Then his lips smashed into yours, your teeth clashing as he ravaged your mouth. His hand that wasn't propping himself up was beginning to pull up your shirt. He moved down and latched his mouth on the flesh of your breast above your bra as he unclipped it and bit down around your nipple, making your back arch, your hips meeting with his hard cock.
"M-Mats-nngghhh." You writhed under his rough touch and before you knew it, he had all your clothes off and his nose was rubbing against your clit while his tongue drank the juices that were already flowing.
He wasn't down there for too long before he had his hand around his cock and was sliding it up and down your wet folds. "Fuck..." He let out a deep growl, looking up at you and prying your hands off your blushing face. He licked his lips, his now golden eyes looking animalistically at you. His vision was hazy around the edges but you were clear to him, and he wanted you. Badly.
"You taste delicious." His voice alone could have made you orgasm but mix that with his pheromones and the fact that the tip of his dick kept hitting your clit, you unraveled and shuttered underneath him. His nose began to flare as he smelled your scent oozing all over his cock.
You let out a mewl, your cheeks flaring the brightest red and sweat dampening the hair framing your face. Your hips continued to move towards him, like magnets attracting and you needed more, you needed to feel him fill you up. And boy, did you get what you asked for.
He took no time in slamming into you, making you feel as if your insides were ripping apart. "Matsu!" You yelled out, fire rushing through you as your body stretched roughly to accommodate his cock. The sound of your scream sent Matsukawa through a whirlwind of lust. He needed to hear you scream out for him and soon enough with all the thrusts, your body succumbed to him and your hands clawed for him.
The heat coursing through your bodies made the whole room feel like a sauna, sweat dripping from his jaw down the side of your cheek. Once again, an orgasm rocketed through your body and you clenched tightly around him as your body leaked around him. Then suddenly, you felt lightheaded as Matsukawa picked you up and stood up quickly.
You let out your own animalistic moan as his cock drove deeper into your aching cunt while he hugged you against his chest. Ignoring the cock that was pulsing inside of you, you couldn't explain how comforting and relaxing Matsukawa's pheromones were to you. Whenever you were in your heat, all you felt was anxiousness, loneliness, emptiness, but now just one whiff of his scent dissipated any of those feelings. You felt like you were on cloud 9, that you could spend your entire life just locked up in this house with him.
He pinned you, back up against the wall and began moving once more inside of you. He couldn't take the feeling of him being inside you and not moving, so his impatience was high. Your breathing was short and breathy, needy and slightly whiny as it mixed with your moaning. Matsukawa's voice was rattling off moans mixed with low growls as his body drowned in your scent.
Your head hit the wall a few times as he pounded deeply into you, his tongue licking over your neck, teeth baring themselves, wanting to devour you as he still had a small bit of his conscience. And that conscious was telling him he couldn't mark you, he couldn't use a moment of pure vulnerability on both of your parts to do something as massive as marking you. But damn, he wanted to, he felt like he needed to.
Getting impatient with the positioning against the wall, he picked you up once again and brought you to the bedroom finally, dropping you on the bed and crawling on top of you. He entered your heat again, sending you crazy with his dick slamming into you again. "Matsu~!" Your fingers dug into his back, clawing as best as you could as he rocked into your body, pushing you back and forth roughly.
Your breathing was hot, your chest heaving and your eyes blurred and refocused a shit ton as you tried watching Matsukawa. His eyes were half lidded, gleaming yellow while his cheeks were a bright red, sweat dripping from his short wet wavy locks. His lips were parted, tongue grazing over them as he looked over your being, drowning in absolutely everything you had to offer. Just that was close to sending him completely feral.
He could feel his cock reaching the back of your cunt, he could see the bulge in your lower stomach as he thrust with all his might. It felt as if it was going on forever and your senses were fading deeper and deeper with the stronger your heat took over you. Soon enough, your third orgasm rocked through your body, feeding Matsukawa's nose as your pheromones once again emitted themselves just as a flower with its' pollen.
A growl rumbled up Matsukawa's throat as he didn't let up one bit, bending down to thrust even harder, deeper, while he nipped at your neck, feeling his urges slowly take him over. He brought his tongue up your neck, down your jaw and attacked your mouth. He bit your lips roughly while he pulled back from the kiss.
This went on over and over again, moans emanating back and forth between the two of you until something came over you. You reached up for him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him down to you. You buried your face in his neck, smelling his scent straight from his gland and all of a sudden you bit, hard, into his flesh. Matsukawa's head went back as a guttural moan released from his throat and his hand flew to your head, pressing it down harder where you were biting. Shortly after, he ripped your head back, taking in the lust driven face you gave him while your teeth and lips dripped red with his blood.
And that's when it happened. That did it.
He turned feral, your mark driving your scent deeper into his nose and he ripped you off him, flipping your around and taking no time in slamming his cock into you from behind. Your pussy screamed, as well as you, and took him in clenching around him hard while he relentlessly drove into you. His arm wrapped around your waist while his other one hooked under your armpit across your chest and pulled your back into his chest. Then it was his turn.
He sank his teeth into your neck, causing your head now to reach for the ceiling. Your moan came out as a whimper as you felt his teeth just clamp on your body. "I-Isss-seiii!" His name fell from your lips, only causing him to release his mouth and clamp down again, but this time near your shoulder blade.
That’s when the scents got overwhelming for the both of you and time just seemed to halt while you rode out the enjoyment of one another. There was bite after bite from both yourself and him, teeth marks and blood littering your bodies, scratch marks down Matsukawa’s arms and back. You’d come all over him countless times while Matsukawa kept railing into your body from all different types of positions.
Your mind had faded shortly after his, bodies moving on their own, pleasuring themselves while the hours ticked by as if they were seconds. Soon enough, immense pleasure rocketed through your body accompanied by pain when something felt as if it was ripping your body apart. Your eyes widened significantly as something much thicker than his cock swelled against your core. The sensation was nothing you’d ever felt before, but it was as pleasurable as it was painful. Impatience grew within Matsukawa as the swell of his knot grew and grew, his primal urge to fill you with his cum driving him to plunge as far as he could into you. A deep growl sounded from his throat as he thrust into you harshly, his entire muscle stretching your heat to almost unbearable size while he filled you with his hot cum.
Overwhelmed, tears fell down your cheeks while you watched Matsukawa’s head fall against your chest, his back arched as his body shuttered slightly as his breathing staggered. You struggled to catch your breath as well while the rush of adrenaline started to subside within you as your heat slowly dissipated. You don’t know how long Matsukawa stayed positioned where he was but soon, your eyes fluttered shut.
You’d fallen asleep with him knotted in you but now he was sleeping soundly next to you, his arm wrapped snug around your waist. You moved slightly, only a little bit but damn, pain spread through your body fast. “Jesus.” You muttered, eyes opening slowly as you tried moving your legs, feeling a sticky and semi dry substance in between your thighs. “I need a damn shower…” Even though you knew this, there was no way you could move your body for a while.
Matsukawa groaned slightly as he shifted in his spot, his arms loosening from your waist and reaching up to his face, rubbing his eyes. You watched him blink a few times before noticing his vision coming into focus. “Oh shit, I didn’t imagine that.” His voice was raw and groggy while he adjusted himself to sit up in bed. Scratching his head, his hand moved down to help his neck crack and he paused, feeling deep bumps in his skin and his eyes widened.
Looking down over at you, his face dropped, eyes filling with shock, fear and guilt as his eyes scanned the marks that littered your body. Although, he did however feel a small bit of satisfaction, knowing that all these marks were from him, it was him claiming every inch of you. “This… I… This was not how I wanted this to happen at all.”
You looked him over, eyes scanning from his scratched arms to the bites you left on his neck and chest. You thought this should be something you felt fearful of, being marked by an Alpha, being claimed as someone’s like this but the only thing you felt was an overwhelming amount of joy. “I don’t mind how it happened.” It took some strength you barely had to pull yourself up to sit alongside him but somehow you managed. You brought your hand up to his cheek, gently tracing his cheekbones down to his jaw. “I feel like this would have happened no matter how long we put it off. I’ve smelled other Alpha’s pheromones before, but none of them have ever smelled like you. It was… it was as if it was a scent you were only producing for me and you have no idea how crazy it was driving me. Or… well… I guess you kind of know now.”
You noticed his shoulders relaxing a bit but there was still worry in his eyes. “Are you okay?” His hand reached up, fingers tracing along the countless bites he left on your body.
“I’m fine. Pretty sore but we were doing that for… for… wait, what time is it?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned for wherever you’d left your phone but Matsukawa got to his before you even spotted yours.
“It’s 7:24 pm.” His eyes squinted as he read out the numbers on his phone but then they widened. “On the 14th…”
“Ah, okay-woah wait! The 14th?!” Your head shook slightly as you looked at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding? We were… that lasted… oh my God, we were doing that for 3 days?!”
He scratched the back of his head, his expression apologetic as you frantically thought about how you would tell your job that you’d slept with your higher up during both your heat and his rut. “Well, it could have been shorter, who knows how long we’d been sleeping for?” He pulled his fingers through his hair again and looked you over again. “That’s something we can worry about later. Now, let’s get cleaned up and eat something, I’m starving.”
“Uh…” You looked down at your body, your toes struggling to wiggle themselves. “Not sure how much moving I can do... You did, uh, go pretty hard.” Your cheeks lightened a pale pink as you met his eyes.
He gulped and averted his eyes. “S-sorry about that. Uh, let me get something to clean you up with and I’ll bring you some food. How about that?”
You chuckled lightly through your nose and nodded your head. “As long as I can make you dinner another night.”
He looked back over at you, his dark eyes lightening slightly as his heart swelled slightly. “Of course, you are my Omega now.”
This time, the light pink darkened to a rosy red as a blush invaded your cheeks. You coughed a bit and your eyes jolted around his face, you taking a turn in avoiding his eyes. “Uh, y-yeah. B-but you’re also my Alpha.”
His lips spread into a smile and he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his for a kiss that sent your heart pounding. “That I am. I’m forever yours.”
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YOU GET A LOVE LETTER FROM THEIR (YOUNGER) SIBLING
MATTSUN, SUNA, SEMI
💌 FROM AK1LOIDS: lmfao idk where i got this idea from... jus' thought it would be cute since they canonically have younger siblings. enjoy <3 oh and tysm for 130 followers ily all !!!!
"AHEM." standing in front of you while you waited on the matsukawa couch for your boyfriend, was the littlest, ichiro. a carbon copy of his older brother, he was often weird around you in your opinion. he didn't like talking that much, a bored look in his half lidded eyes once spoken to. just like issei's but without the playful twinkle in his. so, imagine your surprise when he shoves a picture of what you assumed to be you and him. you were taller than him (which was the most realistic part of the scribble) while he was in a tux, holding your hand. there was even hearts in between you, and a misspelled version of your name and his on the top.
you giggle with shocked eyes, looking at him as he crossed his little arms, holding out a lollipop. your heart melted at the obvious bribe. "you're sweet, ichiro, but i'm way too-" "the hell is that?" mattsun finally came out of the bathroom, peering over your shoulder. ichiro hurried and sat next to you, kissing your cheek. a loud laugh left your system and mattsun simply plucked away the child, shooing him off who kicked his calf in retaliation. the scuffle continued as ichiro even proclaimed that he would protect you from 'big, bad, issei.' in the end, you had both issei and mini issei glued to your side while watching movies.
"EW, Y/N, MY BROTHERS SO GROSS. WHY DO YOU LIKE HIM." raya sticks her tongue out at rintarou who flipped her off. slapping your boyfriends hand, you shrug. "he's cute and funny. and nice to me." readjusting the crown on your head and saying simply. raya huffs, pouring you more imaginary tea. "yeah." rin agrees, mocking her. raya's eyebrows furrow, anger all over her face. "well...well... i want y/n too!" she declares, dropping the plastic tea kettle and hugging your arm stubbornly. you stumble a little, stroking her hair. albeit confused, you knew that this was simply a sibling rivalry while you were caught in the cross fire. "oh no you don't brat. y/n's mine. mine, mine, mine." rintarou childishly mocks her even more, making the girl pull out a folded piece of paper. "yeah?! well, i made them this! pick me, y/n!"
unfolding it revealed a bunch of hearts and balloons, with a big 'y/n's the best!' its rin's turn to huff, snatching it and crumbling it into a ball. at this, raya bursts into tears and you console her. "don't cry, honey! i'll get you some ice cream how about that?" raya sniffles and nods, hugging you, sticking out her tongue at her older brother while over your shoulder.
YOU LAUGHED as eita kissed your neck, squeezing you closer to him in the safe confines of his bed. "sem, isn't your little sister home?" you muse, eyes drifting to the cracked open door. his hair flops on his forehead adorably when he comes up from your neck to look at your face, narrowing his eyebrows. "and? she's in her room. she never comes in here anyways." he reassures you, continuing to bury his head into your neck, you glance towards the door and shake off the uneasy feeling that someone was just about to burst in.
eri, the youngest semi, walks past your door and stops at her brother on top of you while you giggle underneath him. cheeks burning red, she bursts in just as you expected. "e-eri!" you say, shooting up and promptly pushing her brother off of you. "what do you think you're doing! leave y/n alone!" eri says, climbing up and punching her small fists into her eitas chest. "or what?" eita smiles, amused as he is shocked. "or else! me and y/n are gonna be married in a big castle and you're just getting in the way!" both of your eyebrows furrowed before the small girl pushed a piece of paper in semi's face. he took one look at it and gave her a blank stare, all of the pink and hearts on the paper making his eyes hurt. "you're 6, eri. y/n isn't marrying you." "they will! i'll just grow up!" eri proclaims and you let out a shocked laugh as she stomps off to her room. your laugh contorts into a fit of giggles, looking at your boyfriend. "looks like you've got some competition." you tease. semi tuts, standing up to close the door and then locking it.
"if anything you're marrying me." semi smiles, tackling you down on to his bed, enjoying the squeals that leave your mouth. mean while, eri sits in front of the home computer typing into google. 'how to grow up.'
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can you come pick me up? pt.3
summary ; you were bailed on a date and texted your best friend to come pick you up. and… oh, that best friend of yours had feelings for you for quite a while now so..
warnings ; uh,,, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, some hint of self-depreciation, cursing, generally a bit sad, a few jokes about k1lling sum1
notes ; part three with my faves (seijoh four) yuh <3333 idk who's next so if you want a certain school, do tell me ! <33 hope u enjoy, don't steal ty also reader is not necessarily filo HAAHKAHDDJKA it's the author's fault for those corny names, translation may be provided if needed ! idk if this showed up on tags so i reposted lol
characters ; oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, kindaichi yuutarou, kunimi akira, kyoutani kentarou, yahaba shigeru
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spellbound:
summary: fate sure had a way with screwing with you, especially when it put oikawa tooru into your life as your rival and the #1 thorn in your side. it was another thing altogether when the two of you are paired together for a potions project, and manage to get detention for two months...together. for being one of the most accomplished students at hogwarts, it's a mystery how you can't succeed at dodging oikawa
pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader
word count: 14.8k (ahhhh sorry!!!!)
genres + themes: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, a bit of funny stuff, hogwarts au!
warnings: some swearing, innuendos, kuroo being a conniving little shit™, iwaizumi being amazing, and makki being a lovely bastard™
It seemed like everywhere you looked, there was some little clue that hinted at destiny’s writings, a prequel, maybe, to the fate that awaited you at every turn. Of course, said clues only showed up if you paid enough attention, but the first contradiction to this was when you boarded the Hogwarts Express.
It had been a pleasant morning by all means, boarding the train with your best friend (who could almost be considered your brother) Kuroo Tetsurou, as well as waving goodbye to your parents and the muggle life that they had lived. Being eleven years old and finally getting to live the stories that their mothers had always talked about had shot excitement up into their spines, a tingle that never subsided until they sat down in the train compartment. Sun shone through the open panels of the glass, and in some distant part of you, you wondered if you’d ever miss home.
“It was about damn time!” Kuroo had yelled as the train began to move. “We’re finally off to Hogwarts! You and me, living the dream and–”
“Shut up Tetsu.” You had offered in response, hoping that the grin on your face was smug and not excited. You began to lift up your bag, checking for all the school books that were required when two people came bounding down the aisle.
“Hey,” the gray haired boy had greeted, shooting a gentle smile their way. “My name’s Sugawara Koushi, and this is my friend Sawamura Daichi.” At that moment, the boy with dark hair offered a friendly nod. “If you have any extra space in your compartment, would you mind if we sat with you?”
“Of course not.” Kuroo had responded, patting the seats across from him. “The more the merrier.”
“Thank you.” Sawamura had thanked them, before he and Sugawara sat down. “It’s a relief that you managed to find an actually peaceful compartment. Near the back of the train, it’s absolute chaos.”
“Hmm?” You hummed. “Why’s that?”
“Girls.” Sugawara and Sawamura had groaned simultaneously. Taking a pause, Sugawara glanced up at you, before his eyebrows shot upwards. “Shoot, how rude of me. What’s your name?” He had added frantically.
You chuckled good naturedly, as you slid a hand over Kuroo’s shoulder. “No worries Sugawara. I’m Y/L/N Y/N, and this idiot here is Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“Y/N, you’re insulting me too early!” Kuroo teased with his usual smirk. Turning sideways, he began digging through his pockets for the wizarding change he kept somewhere. “Any idea what house you’re going to end up in Sawamura?”
“Daichi is fine.” He added. “I’m hoping for Gryffindor, but Hufflepuff wouldn’t be too bad.”
“Those are good houses.” You added thoughtfully. “I personally want to see where I’ll end up. A little mystery is fun every now and then, right?”
What a mistake it had been to say that.
“Hmmm, I think mystery is overrated when there’s a clearer path ahead.” A voice sounded out from behind you. Turning around, you were met with a boy taller than you by a decent amount, with chocolate brown hair and warm brown eyes. Cute. “Besides, you should have studied enough about the houses if you hadn’t been exposed to them your entire life.”
“And why’s that the case?” You shot back. “It’s not like you’ll always be right about your guesses.”
“Oh, but I am.” The boy drawled. “It’s hilarious how you’re not even able to bring yourself to take a guess.”
You felt yourself stiffen from the tension of it all. Who even was this prick? “Well, I’m not exactly sure how this concerns you…whoever you are, for wanting to do whatever I’d like to.”
The boy’s eyes slipped into a practiced grin, his eyes intent on boring into your own. “I’m Oikawa Tooru.” He had said. “Let’s see if we’ll see more of each other, ‘kay?” He sauntered away, leaving a wink in your direction as he left.
“Who the hell even is that guy?” You grumbled, feeling the anger in your veins simmer down to a low boil. “I said something completely normal and he went and turned it into...whatever that was!”
“Oh, Oikawa is the son of the Head of the Department of International Cooperation. He’s usually been nice the times we’ve talked though.” Sugawara explained.
“I’m not sure what I'd call that.” Kuroo added. “But whatever it is, don’t take it too seriously Y/N, okay?”
“Mhm.” You said, though your mind was working in overdrive. For someone who believed in finding clues to fate everywhere, this seemed less like a clue and more like an entire reality forced upon you. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was this.
You did not want to be in the same house as Oikawa Tooru.
“Gryffindor!” The hat had shouted into the Great Hall, the applause deafening as Kuroo joined the houses that their mothers had been in. As he walked, he left an assuring smile in your direction, and a part of you was nervous. What if they were separated?
“Y/L/N, Y/N.” Professor McGonagall eventually called. Taking deep breaths, you settled yourself onto the stool, and let the Sorting Hat cover your eyes.
“Slytherin!” The Hat bellowed, as you gleefully stepped off the stool, and walked towards the Slytherin table who offered the greatest applause that they could. You felt quite homey already, and settled into the seat as you watched the other sortings go by.
“Oikawa, Tooru.” McGonagall had said, as the boy from the train stepped onto the stool, grin blinding. You anxiously tapped your toe and crossed your fingers. Not here, not here, not here, not-
“Slytherin!” The hat had cried out, and another wave of applause overwhelmed the hall as Oikawa took broad, confident steps towards the table, slipping into one of the seats as the girls around him sighed.
Fate was a monster.
And it seemed like you were it’s victim.
Now in your sixth year, you had adjusted to the eccentricity and wonder that the world had to offer, finding exciting new things at every turn. It was the typical cliche of how the students from the muggle world were far more immersed in the magic culture than the kids that had grown up in it.
However, with the normalcy of magic, you also had gotten used to the blinding annoyance that Oikawa Tooru subjected you to day and night. He was a thorn in your side, and at times, you wondered how he was attractive to anyone, since his personality was absolute garbage.
“I don’t know how you put up with him Iwaizumi.” You sighed as you flipped through the pages of the book you were using to complete Binns’ essay on the Goblin Revolution. “He just gets more and more insufferable every time you see him.”
“I don’t know how I do it either.” He responded. The Gryffindor stalked over to one of the bookshelves, pulling out yet another book for himself to use. “But the library is peaceful without him.” The two of you chuckled lightly as you gestured for him to sit down across you, dipping your quill into the ink just by it.
He was right. Today, more so than usual, the library was a calmer space, with the occasional student scribbling away onto their parchment or collecting a book from the massive archive of shelves. It was cloudy outside, but the shadows casted inside the library felt more comforting than eerie. Pausing to read one of your sentences, you dropped your quill and stretched your arms.
“If only he wasn’t intelligent. Then I’d be able to happily learn in pea–”
“You think I’m intelligent Y/N?” You whipped around to see Oikawa sitting at the table right behind you, shit-eating grin on his face. At your silence, his grin widened further. “Ahhh, it’s okay. I know you’re so in love with me that–”
“Shittykawa, why the hell aren’t you at Quidditch practice?” Iwaizumi groaned. “Seriously, for somebody as motivated as you, you don’t have your priorities straight.”
“But Iwa!” He pouted. “It was canceled, and I was out of things to do.”
“So you decide that it’s a good idea to terrorize unsuspecting people?” You deadpanned. “Creative.”
At this, his grin fell off his face a bit, but the calculating stare was still there. “Hmmm, well, it seems like you need help. After all, getting an E on a Binns’ last essay is nothing short of pitiful. Need a little help dear?”
At this remark, you flushed, glaring at him. “That was because of something that was beyond my control. Now if you don’t mind, Iwaizumi and I have much better things to do then interact with the likes of you.”
“But Y/N.” He cooed, voice dangerously low. “You do think I’m intelligent after all. Why not just admit that I could beat you in any way possible.”
“Hey there,” Kuroo greeted, walking in at just the right moment. The piercing glare of Oikawa’s eyes mellowed down into something a lot more normal. Kuroo turned, looking at the scene in front of him before he pulled up a chair to the table that you sat at. “Oikawa, you are the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. As much as I want to pummel you at the championships, you should probably attend practice.”
“You Gryffindors never pay attention to the updated practice schedule.” Oikawa sighed. “Well thanks for your concern Kuroo, but I don’t have practice today, and needed to get a headstart on reviewing the ingredients for Amortentia.”
“Fucking Amortentia.” You groaned. “It’s going to be fun to brew, but god forbid you end up with someone who doesn’t know how much peppermint you need to add in.”
“On the contrary, Amortentia is by far one of the most fascinating potions.” Oikawa countered. “The fact that you can literally make anyone obsessed with you with just a sip is something amazing.”
“It’s overrated.” You responded. “Obsessive love isn’t real love, and quite honestly, it can be dangerous if the two are confused.”
“Y/N, maybe you’re just not as well read, but–”
“How come you only call me by my first name?” You interrogated. “For someone with high class parents, you’d think you’d never put anyone on the level to call them by their first name.”
That hit a nerve.
Oikawa’s face morphed into something unrecognizable. Hurt?
“My parents have never taught me anything like that.” He said seriously. “And it seems like yours never taught you common decency.” With that, he gathered his books and left the library, an awkward silence in his wake.
“That….” Kuroo began hesitantly. “That was….”
You felt the pit of your stomach drop with the realization of what you had said. You had overstepped your boundaries.
“He’ll get over it.” Iwaizumi’s eyes held a softness as he looked at you. “Don’t get too hung up over it.”
“I….overstepped.” You had managed. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
Kuroo stared down at the floor, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. “Y/N, if you want to apologize, I don’t think that would be a bad idea.”
“I’ll write a note.” You said simply as you grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled your apology. Grabbing your belongings, you waved goodbye to your friends as you headed to the Owlery. You could never manage to reign your pride in enough to apologize in person, but at least for your conscience, this was enough.
The owl soared away gracefully, and you watched it go off into the distance as you left the room. You still had quite a bit to accomplish, and the meeting with Oikawa had reminded you of the advanced Potions lesson that Snape had mentioned he would be teaching tomorrow.
Potions had always been the most complex subject, with the various ingredients creating concoctions with varying effects. Since the minute you had stepped in Hogwarts, you knew that you would enjoy it immensely. However, the coil in your gut seemed to imply one thing.
Whatever Snape was going to assign tomorrow would have some sort of catch.
You had no idea what it could be.
Oikawa had received your note. At the Slytherin table, he had run a thumb over the hastily written words, but surprisingly never commented on it. Something about his quietness rubbed you the wrong way, and you should have known how it would set the tone for the rest of the day.
Potions class was doubled with the Gryffindors, and you sat next to Kuroo in the hopes that you’d be paired together for whatever it was that Snape was going to assign.
“Your assignment today has been approved by the Ministry of Magic so that way they’ll have more experienced potioneers in the future to mass produce and hopefully improve upon this fairly recent potion.” Snape began.
Right away, everyone who wasn’t paying attention before shot up, interested.
“Now, with the base ingredient of aconite, can anybody tell me what you’re tasked to brew?”
Immediately, you shot your hand up into the air, along with Oikawa, who had previously been drawing on the side of Iwaizumi’s parchment.
Snape quirked his lips upwards, amused at the typical display of rivalry between them. “Mr. Oikawa, Miss. Y/L/N, hands down so the Gryffindors can answer.”
Slowly the two of you dropped your hands from the air, light giggling coming from the girls of the class, mumbling something along the lines of “Oikawa is so dreamy and smart.”
Snape surveyed the room until he landed on someone with spiky white and black hair next to Daichi in the back row.
“That’s Bokuto Koutarou.” Kuroo whispered into your ear. “This will either be extremely good or extremely chaotic.”
“Mr. Bokuto? Any idea of the potion?” Snape asked.
Bokuto had shot up quickly, and nodded. “Uhhhhhh…...Wolfsbane.”
Snape looked a bit shocked himself. “How did you deduce this?”
“Oh,” Bokuto had started excitedly, “Aconite is also referred to as wolfsbane and….I know someone who needs to take the potion.”
“Enlightening.” Snape added blandly. “I have chosen your partner for this project of yours. As you all have probably read, the process of making Wolfsbane potion is not easy and it requires months of diligent brewing. This will count towards your exams at the end of the year, so I suggest you take this seriously.”
Iwaizumi’s hand was gently raised in the air, attracting the attention of Snape almost immediately.
“Mr. Iwaizumi?”
“Professor,” Iwaizumi started, “In the scenario that you have disagreements with your partner, what happens then?”
“The pairings were chosen by the Ministry and myself so that way they could have a better output of successful potions. I’m afraid disagreements will not be tolerated.” Snape responded bluntly. Waving his wand, he tapped on the board at the front of the class. “Above is your pairing and table number. Please join your partner and wait for further instruction.”
Slowing your breath, you cross your fingers to look up and the board and oh. Oh no.
Oikawa.
Out of all the people in the room.
You turned to look at him wide eyed, only to be met with the same expression. Oh no.
Kuroo snickered beside you as he headed towards Iwaizumi, giving him a good natured pat on the back. Lucky bastard.
“Miss. Y/L/N and Mr. Oikawa, please take a seat at Table 14.” Snape called out. “You’ll have plenty more time to stare at each other.
Still shocked and appalled, the two of you walked to Table 14, still in disbelief.
“Please tell me I’m asleep.” Oikawa pleaded. “This is just a nightmare right?”
“I hope so too.” You shivered, sitting on the stool.
Oikawa’s eyes widened even further. “Did you just agree with me?” He whispered. “This is definitely not real.”
“I’ll only agree with you when hell freezes over.” You hissed. “Sit down before Snape kills us!” Oikawa quickly obeyed, sitting down in his shell-shocked state.
“Oh lord, save me. I’ve been paired with a gremlin.” Oikawa smirked. “Well won’t this be interesting?”
“Save me, I’ve been paired with a human leech.”
“Is that the worst you can come up with?” Oikawa teased. “Well, that can be expected from a–”
“Oikawa, care to share your thoughts with the class?” Snape interjected. “Such interesting conversations should not be kept a secret. Especially when in the midst of an important project.”
“Sorry sir.” He apologized sheepishly.
Snape ignored the murmurs. “The ingredients for the potion are rare and expensive, so when I instruct you to go to the cabinet, you will take your time and take only your allotted amount. Wolfsbane specifically takes about two and a half moon cycles to cook, and needs to be spun counterclockwise on the days that is a new moon. The final result should be a blue and smoky substance when placed in a goblet. You will spend the rest of the class gathering and preparing the base of the potion, and will be required to meet up outside of class to work on it’s maintenance.”
With that, Oikawa had soundlessly gotten up, being the first to retrieve the appropriate amount of all the ingredients and returning with full arms, and a concentrated expression.
“Oikawa. I’ll take care of pulverizing and sifting the Black Quicksilver. I think it’d be good for you to work with the aconite, and create the base so we can add the rest.” You said.
Oikawa nodded, as the two of you began the preparations. Staring back at the Black Quicksilver, you began shooting an assortment of spells to pulverize it, then found yourself digging through the cabinets to find a sifter.
Oikawa looked at you puzzled. “Aren’t you a witch? Why do it manually?”
You simply kept sifting, until it was a fine dust. Finer than even magic could achieve. “Because it’s better for me this way.”
Oikawa looked at the dust and nodded as he continued to extract the aconite and pour it’s contents into the cauldron. “Even a dimwit like you seems to be able to show competence in some small instances.” He mumbled something that sounded a lot like “intelligent.”
“You think I’m intelligent?” You immediately added a smirk. Ah, vengeance was always so sweet. “Wow, would you look at that. Looks like you didn’t mean the dimwit part.”
“Don’t let it get to your head Y/N.” He smoothly countered, as he continued to stir the contents of the cauldron counterclockwise. “Go make yourself useful and add the moonwort.”
You grabbed the moonwort, picking the leaves off the stems and gently adding them into the base that Oikawa stirred. Surprisingly, the two of you held down the fort well enough. “Does this work?”
Oikawa, ever so focused, began stirring clockwise, the base simmering to a tealish color as he left it to boil. “Good enough I suppose.”
“Is nothing ever good enough for you?” You had asked offhandedly. This wasn’t the first time you had noticed this. As much as you despised Oikawa for all his pomp and show, he was a very meticulous worker and always stressed about the littlest details. The smallest slip up could easily send him hurtling into the waters of overworking. You’ve heard the stories of Iwaizumi fishing Oikawa out of the library one too many times.
He looked back at you, slightly cautious. “Well I suppose if I were to lower my standards to fit the likes of you, then it may be.” You sigh loudly. That was nothing close to what you expected.
Professor Snape ceased everyone’s progress, and they filed out the door, not bothering to look back upon the Potions classroom. It had certainly gone much better than you had anticipated. Walking up the stairs, you decided that you’d spend your free time outside at the Great Lake. Hearing murmurs a bit ahead of you, you quickly climbed the extra flight of stairs only to see Iwaizumi restraining Oikawa.
“Iwa!” He yelled. “Give it back.”
“No,” Iwaizumi tucked whatever it is that he had been withholding from Oikawa into his pocket. “I’m not going to let you do this to yourself Oikawa.”
“But I can’t do what I normally do without it.” The look in Oikawa’s eyes was almost pleading, and you could see Iwaizumi’s sadness etched onto his face.
“Then maybe, you need to take a rest from it.” Iwaizumi suggested. Oikawa tensed, a hard set in his jaw, and suddenly, his wand was whipped out of his pocket and into the air.
“Then it looks like we’re doing this the hard way.” He said gleefully. “Rictusempra.” Iwaizumi dodged the spell immediately, grabbing the wand from his pocket and creating a shield for himself as Oikawa fired jinx after jinx at him.
“Tarantallegra.” You whispered as you aimed at Oikawa. Noticing the beam of light, he side stepped it, glaring at you with a venom you’d never seen from him.
“Y/N. Don’t be nosy and get out of here. This has nothing to do with you.” He deadpanned, his stare, reaching a dangerous level of intensity. Iwaizumi stood on guard but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you standing, arm extended and pointing the wand towards his best friend (however that came to be was beyond you).
“Actually, you attacked him, and seeing how Iwaizumi is my friend, I’m not exactly going to let you walk away scot-free.”
“Y/N, you should probably get out of here.” Iwaizumi added. “Getting in trouble now would only ruin everyone’s chances of participating in the Interhouse Tournament or doing anything useful.”
“No!” Oikawa and you retorted simultaneously. The two of you used every charm, jinx, curse, and countercurse you could until the hallway was filled with nothing more than the shocked eyes of the other students and Iwaizumi trying to calm the two of you down as you shot more and more spells at each other.
This felt good. To be able to put all the frustration that had boiled up through years and years of torment had an almost therapeutic effect. Besides, with every flick of his wand, Oikawa was actively combatting everything you threw at him while effectively attacking you. It was by no means a one sided duel. Students began to crowd the halls as you continued, not letting up in the slightest.
Dodging Oikawa’s stunning spell, you put up yet another shield. “Running out of ideas?” You taunted, sending a disarming spell his way.
Oikawa defended against that almost too easily and shot back a reply of his own. “You’re dueling someone you can’t win against Buttercup.” He shot a body-bind curse at you, which you diffused with a spell of your own.
“Try me then.” You shot yet another spell, until Professor McGonagall thudded through the hall with so much purpose that the students around you felt like they would combust.
“What in the world!” She scolded. “Two sixth years having a duel in the middle of the hallway, disrupting classes, and being a bad example for the younger kids. I didn’t believe it when I heard it. And Iwaizumi!” Iwaizumi blinked fiercely before making eye contact with her. “How come you didn’t do anything to stop this?”
“He did Professor,” You immediately interjected. “It’s just that Oikawa here had no concept of respect and began attacking him. I merely swooped in as a means of self-defense.”
“Is this true?” McGonagall asked Oikawa, glare unwavering.
Some sort of switch flipped in Oikawa, and suddenly he was the all too charming model student that the rest of the school saw him as. “Professor, I acted out of turn when Iwaizumi, my best friend, took something that belonged to me and kept it from me even when I requested it be returned. As for Y/L/N, she cut in without context of the gravity of the situation.”
McGonagall exhaled tensely, looking between the three of them. “Iwaizumi, why did you take whatever it was that you did from Oikawa?”
Iwaizumi’s confidence returned full strength. “I did it for his well-being professor. I personally do not regret my actions one bit.”
“I do hope that you will make better choices in the future Iwaizumi,” She lectured. “As for Y/L/N, and Oikawa, I think I shall leave Professor Snape to deal with you since he is your Head of House. Please, follow me.”
A sense of dread pooled in your stomach of the thought of being subjected to Snape’s punishments. The fact that you could be banned from the magical world or even doing magic by expulsion from Hogwarts made the anxiety that thrummed inside you grow into a larger feeling of all encompassing fear. To think that you could lose everything just because you had witnessed Oikawa’s outburst was almost too much to bear. Turning to Oikawa, you could see his face set in stony impassiveness, knowing full well it was merely a facade. His wide eyes and twitching brow was a testament to this.
“Severus.” McGonagall had announced into their Head of House’s office. “I believe you must have heard of the earlier events.”
Snape emerged from the corner, clutching a quill in hand. “Hmm. Oh yes, I believe I have. It was the talk of my Potions class.”
Oikawa and you cringed at the statement. Snape glanced back at them. “Well, do come in Miss. Y/L/N and Mr. Oikawa. Thank you for escorting them here Minerva.” With that, the two of them walked in while McGonagall walked out, back to wherever she had meant to go before they were caught.
Snape’s office wasn’t exactly comforting when the air of dread and anxiety seemed to taint the air around them. Every breath you took sent the pit in your stomach even lower. Oikawa fiddled with his fingers as he stared down at the floor. Snape finally sat down at his desk, gaze unwavering as he stared at the two of them. “So,” He started, “Please inform me as to why two of the house’s most accomplished students were found by the Head of Gryffindor and dueling in the middle of the corridor.”
Oikawa rose his head to face Snape, a regretful look plastered on it. “Sir, I...my best friend took something that I needed and refused to give it back to me. He was doing it for more personal reasons, but the consensus was that he did not return it to me when I asked. I was desperate and resorted to a tickling charm to quickly distract him long enough to take back what was my possession, but Y/L/N interjected and she shot a spell at me in defense of my friend. The duel had escalated from there, sir.”
Snape contemplated this information, before moving his eyes to you. “Miss. Y/L/N, why exactly did you feel the urge to interject in this situation?”
You felt your hands clam up as you gulped back your nervousness. “Professor,” You said at nearly a whisper. “Iwaizumi is a good friend of mine. When I saw the exchange, I fully planned on walking past and ignoring it when I saw Oikawa shoot the tickling charm at him. From there, it had been instinct and just my urge to keep my friend out of harm.”
Snape nodded once, an indication that he had grasped the full extent of the situation, before his eyes settled between the two of you again. “Why was it that you two decided to duel in the middle of the hallway, even though the goal of protecting Mr. Iwaizumi had been fulfilled?”
“Well, it felt nice to duel her, sir.” Oikawa had said almost sheepishly. “Although at the time, I was more worried about my possession, so her interjecting merely stopped me from regaining it.”
“Likewise Professor.” You added. “I had been angry at Oikawa for hurting a friend for whatever it was that was taken from him, and felt like jinxing him was the only way to keep him from doing anything further.”
“The two of you do realize that dueling is forbidden and can result in expulsion, yes?” Snape pursed his lips as they both dropped their heads in anxiety. “However, I believe the petty rivalry between you two caused you to make an inaccurate judgement. I believe two months of detention is punishment enough.”
“Thank you sir!” They both thanked him, feeling the relief flood their veins.
“When will each of us start?” Oikawa had asked, a little life restored into his previously shocked eyes.
“You both will be doing manual tasks around the school starting Saturday at eight p.m. I will see to it that Mr. Oikawa’s quidditch practices are not disrupted by this. It won’t do us any good if the Gryffindors win the match against us purely because of petty rivalries and foolishness.” Snape had concluded. “That is all.”
Oikawa and you raised from your seats and exited the office in pure gratitude. You were safe. Looking towards Oikawa, you found him staring at you a bit longer than usual. “Is there something on my face?”
Oikawa backtracked for a moment, his stare changing into something a lot more alarming. “Oh hell no.” He murmured.
“Wait….” You had answered. The two of you froze.
Detention. TOGETHER?
“We….have to…….detention.” He sputtered, the color rising to his cheeks. “Fuck Y/N, you almost got us expelled and now we have to be stuck together for two months straight!?”
“You’re the one who shot the spell at Iwaizumi to begin with!” You argued. “Don’t blame this whole thing on me!”
“Fine fine, but aren’t you bothered at all by THIS?” He paced around outside the office, before deciding to stride towards the Common Room. “Gosh, it’ll be a miracle if I’m still alive by the end of this year.”
You began to jog after him, wanting nothing more than the comfort of your dormitory, “Don’t act all high and mighty Oikawa. I’m just as bothered about this as you are.”
“Why did you have to be so nosy?”
“Why did you have to shoot a spell at my friend?”
“He was my friend first you know!”
“And yet you always terrorize him.”
“I don’t want your time with Iwa to poison him and I–”
“Oikawa. Y/L/N.” Snape had said, following them into the Common Room. “I knew this was going to happen. Please, keep your bickering to a minimum. There are others around you who are not as fond of it as you are.” With that, he exited the room, his robe billowing out like a bat’s wings.
“Later Y/N.” Oikawa said simply as he began to climb the stairs to the boys' dormitories. You watched his retreating figure as you mounted the stairs towards your own dormitory. Oikawa was an enigma of sorts, and he was complex in all the ways he pretended not to be.
You knew that solving that mystery wasn’t something you wanted to do.
Then again, isn’t there a saying to keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer?
“Y/L/N!” Your roommate yelled. “You got a letter from Kuroo asking if you wanted to meet up at the Quidditch pitch for some flying.”
“Tell him to fuck off and bother someone else.” You groaned, shoving your head deeper into your pillow. After the shock of the events yesterday and the prospect of detention TODAY with Oikawa looming over your head like some sort of storm cloud, you found it easy to fall asleep and stay in bed. Plus, Kuroo knew full well that you were not the fondest of flying due to practical reasons, and most likely heard what happened from Iwaizumi.
“Well, it also says that he will personally request Oikawa to wake you up if you’re not there by nine-fifteen….which is in another fifteen minutes.”
Rolling out of bed, you quickly go through the motions of getting dressed, and sprinting to the Great Hall to grab breakfast. You had opted for some pumpkin juice and a strawberry tart as you navigated through the castle and eventually reached the pitch. Kuroo stood there happily, his hair a little more messy than usual, and a smirk on his face when he checked the watch.
“Impressive. A minute early.” He said, eyes glinting mischievously. “You must really be excited to spend some time with me.”
“Not a chance Tetsu,” You responded, grabbing him and heading towards the middle of the field, the grass tickling your ankles as you walked. “You threatened to use Oikawa on me, and considering the circumstances, I refuse to see him any more than I have to.”
“Oh yeah,” Kuroo chuckled. “What actually happened? Gryffindor and the rest of the houses are filled with so many rumors and Iwaizumi has refused to divulge anything to anyone.”
“What!” You found yourself saying before you could control yourself. “Iwaizumi didn’t say anything at all?”
“No, he didn’t. So you’re going to have to tell me what the hell happened because as your best-friend, I am entitled to know this shit.”
“Well…..Oikawa and I may or may not have had a duel in the middle of the corridor that’s maybe two minutes from Flitwick’s Charm’s class.” You mumurmed quickly. “And McGonagall caught us and sent us to Snape.”
Kuroo’s amusement was poorly hidden, his face contorted into a weird shape trying to suppress his laughter. “Iwaizumi let this happen?”
“Uhhh not exactly. He took something from Oikawa, and like the petulant child he is, he began jinxing Iwaizumi to get it back. I just didn’t feel right seeing the situation and letting Oikawa have the upper hand.”
“So what did he take?” Kuroo slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked a few steps behind you.
“I have no idea.”
“What’s the punishment?” Kuroo let out a breathy gasp. “Snape is usually pretty lenient with his house.”
You groaned loudly. You did not need a reminder of the horrid weeks you were about to be subjected to. “Two months of detention.”
“That’s not that bad,” Kuroo assured you. “It could have been way worse.”
“With Oikawa.” You choked out. “Together.”
Kuroo’s eyes widened incredulously before he doubled down cackling his hyena laugh. You found yourself wanting to kick him, or anything really, since the idea of spending four hours with Oikawa every night besides whatever they needed to do for their goddamned potions project…..well it made you want to commit arson.
“Shut up!” You growled. “What did you actually call me outside for Tetsurou?”
He slowed his laughter at the mention of his full first name and smirked. “Look behind you.” Pivoting around, you saw Oikawa, and the rest of the Slytherin quidditch team on the far end of the field, mounting their brooms and doing drills as Oikawa directed them, being a part of the action himself. Oikawa looked a lot more like the reputation he upheld when he was on the pitch….and it seemed his numerous fangirls thought so too. The entire stands were filled with girls of all ages from their house, crowded together and cheering for him when he caught the snitch in his hand, a childish and genuine smile on his face every time he did.
That wasn’t exactly the case when he saw you and Kuroo on the other side of the pitch. Oikawa slowed his speedy acceleration around the bleachers and almost fell off his broom from the shock of it all. When his fangirls discovered the direction he was looking, they sent a dreamy sigh in the direction of Kuroo (who had built up some odd reputation as a heartthrob) and a pointed glare in your direction (since no other female should be taking Oikawa’s attention, apparently). He dismounted his broom and began jogging to the end of the pitch.
“So this is what you meant.” You said, rolling your eyes. “You just wanted an excuse to watch Slytherin practice.”
“Can’t blame me for trying.” Kuroo smiled. “Besides, I think I got all the entertainment I needed today. He almost fell off his broom looking at you.”
“Looking at us, you conniving little shit.” You teased. Oikawa had reached you just as the conversation had closed, not even out of breath. Just how much stamina did he have?
“What,” He sighed out dramatically, “What the hell are you doing here Kuroo?” You quirked an eyebrow in surprise. This was a first.
“Spending time with my best friend,” Kuroo responded almost immediately. “It just so happened that our little dalliance coincided with your quidditch practice.”
Oikawa actually smiled at this, a teasing look on his face. “Seriously? I swear, you Gryffindors need to have the practice schedules spell-o-taped to every nook of that common room of yours.” He then turned to you, his gaze immediately switching to some other type of look. At this point, Oikawa had thrown so many types of looks at you that you didn’t even care which was what anymore.
“I think he invited you here, right?” He had asked simply. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise yet again. No insult? No witty comment? No cocky demeanor?
“He threatened me.” You laughed, glaring at Kuroo. “But I can get him off the field so that way he won’t be violating tournament rules.”
Oikawa smirked in his smug way, and you were already internally groaning because you knew what he was going to say. “Awww, you came all the way out here to see me?”
Kuroo snickered as you neutralized your face into a disinterested one. “Really? That’s the best you can do?”
“It doesn’t matter how I phrase it.” Oikawa defended. “Because you still came and you never come to these. Do you have a thing for me? Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Oikawa winked.
“Disgusting. Has anyone ever told you that you’re an insufferably cocky bastard?” You tried.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a pretentious little argumentative slob?” Oikawa fired right back.
“No, you’re kidding me.” A voice hollered from over the field. Turning to face the practice, you found a pinkish haired boy (Hanamaki, that lovely bastard) using a spell to amplify his vocal chords. “Captain, as much as you love that girl, you need to get that Gryffindor off the field.”
Oikawa had an angry flush coating his cheeks as he flipped the boy off.
“So, it seems like you actually love me.” You grinned triumphantly. “If you have a thing for me, it’s alright.”
Oikawa scoffed. “As if.” He began sprinting back to the other end, yelling something along the lines of “MAKKI, I WILL END YOU!,” at the top of his lungs.
You decided to laugh it off and dragged Kuroo through the other end of the pitch before walking around it, and back towards the castle. The weather was actually good today, with soft clouds and a sweet breeze through the normally stiff air. It was a shame that you’d have to attend detention later that night, or you would have gone to the Astronomy Tower to catch a glimpse of the stars.
“Hanamaki Takahiro deserves a prize.” You said, your shoulder brushing Kuroo’s arm. “He reigned Oikawa within three seconds of teasing. I need to learn the art.”
“You are petty.” Kuroo chuckled.
“He got us detention.” You deadpanned. “He deserves all that misery.”
“But didn’t you also choose to duel him?”
“That’s a minor detail.” You waved off.
By the time that eight p.m. had rolled around, you had completed most of the assignments that were due and ate a decent amount of dinner before heading to Snape’s office, Oikawa staying a fair distance behind you. Snape had nodded at their punctuality before telling them that their assignment was filing and organizing the books in the Potions room, sorting out which ones were new and which were old by hand. Oikawa had nodded, but he seemed to be questioning a number of things in his head.
“The two of you have my trust, hence the lack of supervision. However, I will be verifying every morning, that you did not use your wands for any spells that could aid you in the tasks I am assigning. Be responsible.” Snape opened the Potions classroom door and ushered them in before he closed it behind them. The room was fairly cozy, illuminated by the lanterns and candles that Snape had lit prior.
���You’re good at manual work.” Oikawa remarked plainly as he surveyed the room, eyes calculating. It could have been mistaken as a compliment if not for the situation they were in.
“Everyone is if they have a basic comprehension of what it is like to live without magic.” You responded absentmindedly. “You’re probably good at it too.” That statement was true to some extent. Kuroo and you had always done each other’s chores, or anything to do with your hands really. It had always been a way to connect with what you were doing, and the sense of accomplishment from lifting something heavier than you’d normally be able to manage was better than doing the same with a simple spell.
Oikawa on the other hand had been exposed to spells his whole life. However, you’d see how he’d pick up the quaffles he used at practice, cut his parchment, and even move piles of books around by hand. He was nowhere close to magic dependent, and yet he pretended as if the lack of it was some weird phenomenon. You knew he put up a façade due to the years of observing him, and trying to find a crack in that armor that he made around himself.
Maybe this was one of those things as well.
Oikawa let out an exhale that sounded suspiciously like a yawn, but you didn’t think much of it while you made your way under the cabinets. There were nearly five hundred different copies of each type of book and at least four different types of textbooks. Oikawa followed you to that position, crouching down to see what you saw.
“No wonder Snape tasked us with this.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “He’s milking me for the four hours I’m putting in.” You grimaced in response.
“We are both putting in the hours you self-absorbed narcissistic–-”
Oikawa dramatically flailed his hands before placing them at his side, placing a pointed glare in your direction. “If Iwa had just given me my fucking...thing, then I wouldn’t have had to put up with you even more then I already had to.”
This peaked your curiosity. “What did he take from you?”
Oikawa blanched. “That is none of your concern Y/N.” He began rapidly taking sets of books off the shelves and arranging them on the table by hand. He had set them up into four piles, one for each set of textbooks. He looked back at you while you struggled to carry a large load of books and laughed. “Look at you. That’s not even a lot of books and your arms are shaking. How pathetic!”
Grunting, you stacked the books on the table opposite Oikawa and rapidly sorted through the books before wordlessly adding them to the piles Oikawa had established. “You were saying?”
Oikawa didn’t give you the reaction you were looking for. Instead, he merely went over to the cabinet and lifted an even larger stack of books than you had a few minutes prior with barely any strain. Putting them down at the table you had been at, just minutes earlier, he also sorted through them fairly quickly before placing them into piles. He then looked back up at you, his brown eyes filled with taunting intention. “I didn’t say anything.”
“How you manage to come off as even mildly likeable is some weird mystery.” You said. “Your fangirls must be deluded.”
“I guess that means you are too.” He hummed a tune under his breath as he grabbed another large pile of books and placed them before you. “You showed up to see our practice, and got Kuroo off the field since you didn’t want him to see the amazing skills that I’ll use against them.” He leaned a little closer to you, invading your personal space just enough to give you shivers. “Sounds like fangirl behavior to me, Y/N.”
You backed away from him, sorting through that giant pile and placing them in their allotted spots. “You’ve got it all wrong Oikawa. I can’t have you poisoning Kuroo by being around him all the time. Besides, I’d never cheer for you.” You took the chance to meet his eyes in what you hoped looked like a challenge. “Never in a million years.”
Oikawa’s observant face morphed into something a lot more daring. “Oh? You’re on.”
It had been twelve days since Oikawa and you had begun your shared detentions at eight every night, and you decided that it was single-handedly, the shittiest thing you had to suffer through. While the weekend was manageable, the weekdays brought loads of schoolwork that you simply did not have time to finish during the day. You sat up late every night, even forsaking sleep, to complete those assignments to the best of your ability before you collapsed. In the midst of that stress, it seemed you had forgotten to study for the History of Magic Test.
The marked-up piece of parchment stared back at you, a simple “dreadful” written in the corner. How a ghost corrected your test so harshly wasn’t even your concern at this point, because the score on your paper was nothing short of a disgrace. Tucking the paper within the materials of other classes, you left as soon as you were dismissed, almost sprinting, because if there was one thing you needed to avoid right now, it was Oikawa.
You rushed in front of the Fat Lady, and gasped for breath as you said “ad meliora.” She opened up for you, and you immediately sat in one of the chairs in the Common Room when Iwaizumi bounded down the stairs of the boys dormitory.
He caught you almost immediately. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“Ahhh,” You began sheepishly, “I needed to hide away from Oikawa.”
“Why?” Iwaizumi sat down on the chair opposite to you, green eyes piercing your own.
“Bad test grade.”
“So the detentions have become deadly.” Iwaizumi chuckled lowly. “You’re not the only one you know. Oikawa’s been worse than usual too. I can bet he got the same score as you, or maybe even lower.”
“I don’t feel like risking it Hajime.” You groaned. A few seconds of silence followed that. You looked up at Iwaizumi, who seemed to be happily thinking something through. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Nope,” Iwaizumi smiled. “You called me by my first name.”
“Oh shit,” You flushed, feeling the embarrassment set in. “Sorry!”
“Oh hell no.” He laughed. “It’s been long enough. We’ve known each other since first year Y/N. Hell, even I call you by your first name. It’s fine!”
“If you say so Hajime.” You shrugged. “Hmm, actually, that does work. We’ll stick to first names now.”
“That’s the spirit!” Iwaizumi grinned. “So, about those detentions...I kind of got you into them in the first place, so could I offer some advice?”
“Anything. I’m too sleep-deprived.” You admitted.
“After detention the two of you should work on homework and study together. You’re both incredibly smart and already have the bantering thing that you can use to swap ideas. It’d most likely also cut down the time it takes for you to finish. Why not try it?”
“More Oikawa?” You spoke lowly. “He’d hold this over my head for centuries.”
“I think the two of you have too much pride to admit that you need each other’s help.” Iwaizumi leaned deeper into the loveseat. “Just think about it, okay?”
“Fine.” Leaning deeper into the chair, you found yourself on the verge of sleep. “Hmmm, it would be nice to nap here. I bet you Gryffindors do it all the time.”
“I’ll let you test that out after you solve your homework situation.”
“You’re so mean Hajime.” You blinked, gathering your class materials. You didn’t have time to nap, and settled on going to the library to finish Arithmancy homework.
During detention, the two of you had to clean the awards of the school by hand and thankfully, Snape had convinced Filch to spend his time elsewhere, telling them once again that they needed to be responsible.
Oikawa looked worse for wear with his normally styled hair lying messy against his head and dark bags surrounding his eyes. He went an entire hour of detention not even acknowledging you, and you couldn’t even be happy about it because you realized Iwaizumi was right. You just didn’t want to be at his mercy.
“Y/N.” He had said. You turned to face him, ceasing the cleaning you were doing before. “This whole detention thing...well it’s not being kind to my grades. I can only assume that you’re in the same boat as I am.” He bit his lip in thought. “I got a dreadful on the History of Magic test today.”
You felt relief overcome you. So Iwaizumi had been right. Oikawa was suffering just as much as you were. “So did I.” You rasped. “I think we should stop fighting since we need to–”
“Yup, we do.” He finished your sentence for you, thinking exactly what you were thinking before you had even managed to say it. “And I know the perfect place to start.”
After you had both made every plaque in that room shine with your reflections, Oikawa had gestured for you to follow him up the stairs and down a few unknown corridors until you reached the outside of an ordinary looking room.
“Isn’t this just a classroom?” You asked him curiously.
“You’ll see.” He opened the door and gestured for you to come inside when suddenly, you were met with a room filled with an archive of shelves, a coffee table, and holy shit! A COFFEE MAKER.
“Coffee maker.” Was all you managed to get out in your shock. Oikawa regarded you with a confused pout on his face.
“What’s coffee?”
You stared back at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
He shook his head. “No Y/N, I literally have no clue what that is.”
You felt a smile tug at the corner of your lips, and you let yourself head over to the lovely machine, going through the motions you had desperately missed doing. “It’s a muggle drink that helps to give you a boost of energy and improves your brain function for a while.” You extracted the coffee from the pot and poured it into the two mugs that had magically appeared, adding the extras until both of you had identical cups. “Here you go.”
Oikawa cupped the mug and nodded once before sipping it. His brown eyes shot with excitement when he took another sip. “Y/N...this stuff is amazing.” He whispered in awe. He took another sip and suddenly, Oikawa was smiling a genuine smile ear to ear as he looked at the beverage and back at you. “How have I never heard of this before?”
“Well you were born in a family of all wizards.” You reasoned. “My Dad is a muggle and my Mom is a witch, so I grew up the muggle way until I got that letter. I do miss things like this sometimes.” You cringed. Sharing that much personal information with Oikawa was bound to be disastrous, since he always teased it or used it against you, but this time he listened to you completely. His brown eyes were warm and seemed tired at most.
You realized that maybe Oikawa Tooru wasn’t as bad as you had originally believed.
“My family is all Ravenclaw.” He had said, dragging you to the coffee table. Sitting down, he placed his mug on the top and admired the beverage again before making eye contact with you. “When I was sorted into Slytherin, I had immediately broken years of tradition. I have to compensate for that.”
“Is that always why you’re working in the library at times you should be resting?” You asked him.
He seemed surprised that you knew this. “You noticed?”
“Iwaizumi has told me a few stories. You’re a dumbass if you think that you need to compensate. You already seem like you’re doing enough.”
“And you’d be an ignorant twit if you didn’t realize that you’re working towards something and not giving yourself the credit.” He fired back.
Realizing what they had said to each other, they began laughing. They had never fathomed a day where they’d be able to look each other in the eye and not spit out insults, but to joke around and share core parts of their personalities was another thing altogether.
“Are we only getting along because we’re sleep deprived or because we’re ambitious little shits who need to get work done?” You had asked rhetorically.
Oikawa smirked, but it wasn’t smug. “I’ll have you know that if anyone is a little shit, it’s you, since you can’t even believe that I have the ability to be nice.”
“Don’t blame me! You were an asshole on the train.”
Oikawa had the audacity to look thoroughly shocked. “Well...I was a little ego drunk.”
You almost spit out the coffee you had just sipped at the word choice. “Ego drunk?”
“Well yeah,” He finished the last of his coffee with a contented sigh. “I had never had the attention of so many girls before.”
You rolled your eyes. “Typical. You can really be a cocky bastard sometimes.”
“Like how you can be an insufferable know-it-all.” You took the time to analyze him calmly. He seemed relaxed, although you could tell that his mind was racing with unsaid thoughts. “But it’s never been a bad thing.” He decided to add at the end.
You let yourself chuckle. “I think I’ll clear the air here. I’m sorry for what I said in the li–”
“You were forgiven the moment you sent that note.” He said, absolutely serious. “I was pissed since I’m used to other people saying that sort of stuff, but not you. That note was probably the nicest thing somebody had done to apologize, even though that was a crappy thing to say.”
“Oh.” You hadn’t expected him to forgive you so easily.
“I’m sorry for anything I’ve said that’s hurt you.” He brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. “I got caught up in the–”
“I forgive you.” You allowed yourself to say. “I mean it.”
The two of them sat in silence, contemplating the words they had shared between them.
“Truce?” Oikawa had asked, holding up his hand. “You don’t have to.”
“I will.” Gripping his hand with your own, you shook it gently, ignoring the feel of his calloused palms on yours. “Truce.”
*******
The night after Oikawa and you had called a truce, you had slipped into a routine of sorts. Attend classes, swap notes in between free periods, take care of their Wolfsbane potion, do their own activities, do detention, do homework, repeat.
By introducing each other’s viewpoints into your daily academics, you not only managed to retain even more information, but found yourself getting higher scores again. Oikawa had been overjoyed at the results himself, saying that he had never been quite this successful at Transfiguration since fourth year. However, they had decided to keep the arrangement a secret.
They were Slytherins. Who were they if they didn’t mess with at least one Gryffindor?
“So,” Kuroo had begun saying as you sat at the foot of the tree by the Great Lake, giant squid flailing about. “I’m not hearing much about Oikawa lately. Hell, you don’t even argue in Potions anymore. Did something happen?”
Damn it. He was perceptive.
“The bastard is still a massive pain in the ass.” You had decided on saying. “It’s just that we keep our bickering outside of classrooms now.”
Kuroo rose an eyebrow suggestively. “Hmm. Okay. Make sure the bickering is safe and consensual.”
Oh that bastard–
“Yoo-hoo!” Oikawa called out in his typical fashion. He looked better than normal today for some reason. Maybe he had slept better. He took long strides and plopped down beside you, ignoring Kuroo’s clearly shocked face. “How have you been Y/N?”
“I’ve been better.” You responded, fighting the urge to point wildly in Kuroo’s direction. “Did you add the myrrh to the Wolfsbane? I already stirred it counterclockwise yesterday, and it began transforming into a somewhat blue-ish looking color.”
“Yeah, I saw that when I was adding the myrrh. Good job.”
“Wait wait wait, HOLD UP!” Kuroo had burst, not able to contain himself. “Did you two just have a CIVIL conversation?”
“Uhh, yes?” Oikawa shrugged. “Why is it so surprising?” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wink with his left eye. Ahh. He wanted to spill the secret.
“Because you guys are rivals! You’ve never gone more than two minutes without arguing, and now you’re telling me that you’re being civil?!” Kuroo ranted. “HOW?”
“Oikawa is my study buddy.” You smiled as you poked his shoulder. It had been an innocent comment, but like the pervert he was, Kuroo’s face deviated into the smug smirk you knew so well.
However, Oikawa’s fangirls that had been walking by said something first.
“Hey, Yuki. Y/L/N and Oikawa are study buddies now.” A girl whispered to her friend.
“Oh? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. They’ve always had this super crazy chemistry. I guess the banter’s just as good in bed.”
Oikawa and you simultaneously choked while Kuroo laughed, sending a wink at the two girls.
“We ONLY study!” You buried your head in your arms, begging the burning embarrassment on your face to subside.
“Are you sure about that?” Oikawa had said lowly, but still loud enough for Kuroo to hear. “We have done some other things.”
“Fuck you.” You mumbled, head still in your arms.
“How about we do that a little later?”
You groaned yet again as Oikawa and Kuroo erupted into a laughing fit so loud, you were worried they were going to suffocate. Raising your head from your arms, you had a view of both of their faces, breathless from laughter. “Cut it out you pigs.”
“No….way!” Oikawa gasped. “You’re too fun to rile up.” You giggled at his antics.
“Oikawa. We should get going if we want to finish the fifteen-inch parchment essay on the fidelius charm.” Grabbing your books, you headed towards the castle, turning back to see Oikawa telling Kuroo something and jogging to catch up with you.
After detention, they had sat at the coffee table in the Room of Requirement (as Oikawa had called it) and sipped their iced lattes as they played hangman on a sheet of paper.
“Oikawa!” You playfully scolded. “What obscure phrase in your mind is so embarrassing that you won’t let me find it out the normal way?”
“It’s no fun if you don’t guess the entire phrase at once.” Oikawa pouted. “Muggle games need to be amped for intensity.”
“You’ve been using those types of words all day.” You murmured. Wait. “Is it ‘I will make you cheer for me at the Quidditch Cup tomorrow and you will wear my scarf?’”
“Spot on!” Oikawa grinned as he drew a large smiley face on the paper. “I still remember how you said that you wouldn’t cheer for me in a million years. I guess I can make you now.”
“Scarf?”
“I’ll hand it to you before the match.” He looked serious, and you were touched by the gesture.
“I was only joking about that.”
“I wanted to give it to you anyway.” He mumbled, shoving his flushed cheeks behind his palm. Regaining his composure, he re-emerged. “We’re playing against Ravenclaw in the first round, and I have to show my parents that being on Slytherin doesn’t make me any less of a player. We were known for fouling a lot back then, but nobody on our team now would dare.” He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes with some sparkle of hope. “What I’m trying to get at is that I’d feel a lot better seeing you in my scarf.”
You found your face heating up at the statement. “I’ll wear your scarf, but no guarantees about the cheering thing.”
“You being there is enough for me.” He smiled. “Besides, your teasing is probably going to wind up being more motivational than the cheesy stuff the fangirls come up with.”
You hesitantly reached to brush a lock of his hair out of his eyes, watching him marginally freeze because of the contact. “I don’t know how that didn’t tickle your eyelid.” You shrugged, “And did something happen? You’re being flirty. You know it–”
“Doesn’t work on you, believe me, third-year you drilled it into my head.” He sighed. “I’m just in a good mood.”
“You better keep that mood until tomorrow.” You teased. “The Grand King must please his royal subjects.”
“Cut that out!” He laughed.
“Well, it looks late. You think we should just conjure some beds and camp out?” You suggested. It was the safest option considering the looming tendencies of Filch and also seemed like the best option so he could get the right amount of rest before the game. Oikawa nodded as he rolled into the plush bed that the room had created.
“Don’t roll into my bed at night, Buttercup.”
You sighed “I would never.”
“Yeah…never.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Go to sleep Oikawa.”
Sleep had never been so rewarding.
The next morning, you woke up refreshed and were able to quickly get through your morning routine. However, when you came back, you were met with the sight of Oikawa manning the coffee machine. Once he caught sight of you, he smiled gently.
“Morning Y/N.” He greeted, handing you a cup of whatever type of coffee he had decided on. Taking a sip, you were shocked to find the same exact coffee you had prepared the night they had made their truce. It was….amazing.
“Holy shit, this is so good.” You praised. “Good morning to you too.” Oikawa was dressed and freshened up, seeming thoroughly awake. “What time is it?”
Oikawa looked for a clock in the room until he found one. “Ahh...it’s 7:25. We should head to the Great Hall.”
Finishing their last sip of coffee, they set the mugs down on the coffee table and began their walk to the Great Hall, marveling at the general silence of the usually bustling castle. A look outside showed absolutely horrid weather with the rain coming down faster by the second. Oikawa looked pleased with this.
“This weather seems awful.” You remarked casually as you sat at the Slytherin table. “Why do you look so excited?”
“Because I had the team do drills like this.” He reasoned. “We’re more than used to playing in watery conditions. I’m only worried about visibility at this point.”
“Alright.” You grinned. “Do what you do best Oikawa.” He grinned back.
The Quidditch Pitch was no longer as rainy as it had been during breakfast, but it still thundered occasionally as the fog enveloped the area. Oikawa had been right to worry about visibility. You could barely see the bleachers at the other side of the pitch, and the rain didn’t make anything easier. The Slytherin team had emerged from one side of the field, looking decently professional with Oikawa at the front. You could vaguely see him clutching something to him as he walked, as the girls around you screamed when he looked in your general direction.
“Y/N!” He hollered, gesturing for you to come down to where he was. You smirked as you ran down to meet him, the girls around you being disappointed that they weren’t the ones acknowledged. He was taller than you by a good amount, and while you never let that bother you before, standing in front of him now made you feel a bit small. However, you could finally see what he was holding. The scarf.
“Hi again.” You smiled.
“Hey,” He exhaled. “I told you I would.” He took the green and silver striped scarf and gently slung it around your neck. It was warm, comforting, and even smelled like a mix of pine and lavender. You were never going to tell him anything about that.
You made eye contact with a genuine smile on your face. “Thanks.”
His eyes flashed mischievously in response. Uh oh. “So, where’s my goodluck kiss?” He asked. “I did technically give you my good luck charm, so I’ll need something lucky in return.”
You kissed your fingertips lightly before placing them on his cheek. “Do well out there idiot.” He could only watch as you laughed and found a seat on the bleachers as the teams were called to the center of the field to play. However, what caught your eye was Oikawa’s disgruntled expression as he fought with the Ravenclaw captain, who had olive-brown hair and broad shoulders.
“Who’s that?” The girl behind you had asked into the crowd. “And why is Oikawa so mad? He’s better than the entire Ravenclaw team.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You looked beside you to see a tall blond haired boy with glasses, staring intently at the field. “That would be Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s a skilled chaser and has somehow always managed to keep Oikawa from catching the snitch in previous matches, despite the fact that he can’t even do anything directly to him. Raveclaw also has Kageyama Tobio, an academic idiot but a tactical genius when it comes to the game.”
“Oh! Kageyama is Ravenclaw’s seeker, right?” The girl said.
“That’s correct.” The blond haired boy had said. “It’s so unfortunate that he’s on Ravenclaw. It demolishes the entire reputation of the house for being clever, even if he is a magnificent seeker.”
“What do you have against him?” You had questioned. “And how come I’ve never heard of this? Oikawa’s conflicts are always front and center.”
“Ah,” The boy turned towards you, eyes golden and analyzing. “You’re Y/L/N Y/N, aren’t you? Do you really think your rival would give you the names of his other rivals? You could team up with them.”
“I prefer to fly solo.” You said cooly. “Who even are you?”
“Tsukishima Kei. Fourth year.” He introduced himself calmly. “Kageyama is in my classes. I despise him. Always so reckless. He should have been Gryffindor.”
“You seem to have a very set idea of what Ravenclaw should be like.” You insisted. “Otherwise you really wouldn’t care so much.”
“I know people on the Ravenclaw team.” Tsukishima shot back. “And they have difficulty controlling the King of the Court.”
They called Kageyama “the King of the Court”? Suddenly, Oikawa’s aggression towards Ravenclaw made sense. It wasn’t JUST his parents. It was the fact that Kageyama, a full two years younger, was a splendid seeker and on the house that Oikawa’s parents expected him to be in. It was Ushijima Wakatoshi’s chasing skills that put all of Oikawa’s persistence to shame. It was all these Ravenclaws pitted against the one Slytherin who wanted to succeed more than anything.
That was a gut-wrenching revelation.
The game started with a whistle, and suddenly everyone was in the air, in position, and ready to play. Hanamaki and Matsukawa frantically passed the quaffle to each other with Hanamaki shooting it through the hoop of the Ravenclaw side, effectively beating their Keeper. Ten points to Slytherin!
Their house cheered but quieted down when Ushijima weaved expertly through the players, narrowly avoiding a bludger from one of their beaters, and scored, earning points for Ravenclaw. Looking up, you could see the desperation on Oikawa’s face.
He flew upwards, trying to gain a large view of the field when suddenly, he dived, attracting the attention of Kageyama, who began to tail him. It was a race of speed and skill as Oikawa suddenly pulled up from the dive, narrowly missing Kageyama (who managed to save himself in time). A feint!!!
Slytherin yelled in praise as Ravenclaw cheered for Kageyama’s save. The Gryffindors were on the edge of their seats, and groaned when a beater nearly knocked Matsukawa off his broom. The Hufflepuffs on the other hand were cheering loudly as Ushijima sent yet another quaffle through their hoops.
Kageyama gritted his teeth as he tried to find Oikawa within the mix of players, finding him not even a minute later by the Gryffindors. The two of them frantically zoomed around the pitch, the sheer intensity of it sending shivers down your spine. The rain poured even harder, and one of the other chasers, a Ravenclaw named Akaashi Keiji had the quaffle slip from his hands before it was saved by Matsukawa.
You caught sight of a fleck of gold near the Hufflepuffs and it seemed like the Gryffindors did too before they all started yelling. “THE SNITCH!”
Oikawa had dashed towards the Hufflepuff bleachers so quickly as Kageyama followed behind. The two of them were neck and neck, changing their direction as the snitch constantly eluded them. You could vaguely hear Iwaizumi yelling “SHITTYKAWA, GO FASTER!” and found yourself gripping his scarf even harder.
He was almost there, his arm reaching, fingers grasping around the snitch, when suddenly, a bludger from Ravenclaw beater Aone Takanobu slammed straight into Oikawa’s broom, sending him free-falling.
Madam Hooch promptly screamed “Arresto momentum!” into the thundering skies, and Oikawa was saved from the fall, breathing still panicked, eyes widened. However, that wasn’t the only thing he seemed to panic about. Turning your glance, you saw Kageyama’s hand gripped firmly around the snitch, the Ravenclaws erupting in a bellowing cheer.
They had lost.
You immediately sprinted off the bleachers towards Oikawa, who was surrounded by teachers, as well by Kuroo and Iwaizumi while he was being examined for injuries. He looked so broken, that you felt your eyes burn at the sight of him.
“Tooru.” Iwaizumi said, voice unwavering. “You were extraordinary out there. That situation was out of your control.”
“I should have been a second faster.” He growled, the storm in his eyes more intense than the one they were currently in. “I was almost there. I should have gripped it harder. DAMN IT!”
“Oikawa, that wasn’t your fault! Kageyama needed your guidance to catch that damn thing in the first place!” Kuroo argued.
“But he still caught it!” Oikawa groaned. “We could have won. I screwed it up for everyone.”
“Captain,” Hanamaki yelled, running towards him. “That was an amazing game we played out there. That bludger was uncalled for.”
“No Makki.” He said, his voice strained. “You guys played an amazing game out there. You gave Ushiwaka a run for his money.” He laughed mirthlessly. “I just couldn’t beat them.”
The thunder was almost deafening as the teachers agreed that Oikawa was uninjured, and they walked away, leaving just them.
“Oikawa,” You said in almost a whisper. You crouched to meet him on the floor, his face set in stony impassiveness. “You were astonishing out there. I mean it,”
He looked at you, clearly trying to disguise the torment he was feeling on the inside. “I still wasn’t enough, Y/N.” He rapidly blinked his eyes. “I...wasn’t....enough.”
“Oikawa, that bludger wasn’t your fault. You were–”
“I should have practiced more.” He rasped. “I should have prepared for that situation. I should have spent more time at practice and less time doing anything else!”
“And overworked yourself?” You heard yourself ask incredulously. “How would that have helped anyone?”
“It would have at least meant our team had the chance to go play in the next round!” He groaned. “God, I should have spent less time with you in the Room of Requirement. Maybe then I would have been able to catch that damn snitch.”
“What does this have to do with me?” You asked, voice cold.
“You were a distraction.”
“So you’re saying that if you could, you’d undo that truce just so you could practice more?” You felt a sharp pain in your chest at the thought.
Oikawa glared at you. “In a heartbeat.”
You felt your heart clench terribly at the statement. Every second of laughter, every late-night discussion, every game of hangman played over different types of coffee...was a distraction? All the time they spent together was merely a hindrance?
“Fine.” You said, removing his scarf. “We don’t even have to be rivals. We can be nothing. I won’t be bothering you anymore.” You got up, walking away promptly, begging the burning sensation in your eyes to subside. He had never meant anything.
“Y/N wait!” He had called out, maybe realizing what he had said. You ignored him, sprinting off the pitch. You didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
It seemed that fate was cruel to its subjects. It always seemed that way.
The next few days went on monotonously. You rose at the appropriate time for your classes, did all your homework in the library alone, and did your job at detention. Ignoring Oikawa was difficult.
He was an ever-present source of something in your life, whether it was misery or laughter, and the sudden absence of it was almost melancholy. You had realized that maybe the reason it hurt so much more was that you had begun to see a different side to the boy. The side that was funny and teasing, considerate and charming. You began to see what it was like when he was fond of someone.
You used to think he was fond of you.
Before you had even realized it, the Wolfsbane potion had been brewed to its completion, and much to the surprise of Snape and the rest of the class, it was perfect. You resisted the urge to grin at Oikawa, or yell “We did it!” because that’s what friends would do, and the two of them were nothing.
Detention had also been served and Snape commended their diligence before you walked out of his office, ignoring the pained look in Oikawa’s eyes as you sped past him, not even acknowledging his existence. You didn’t consider yourself to be particularly emotional, but you didn’t enjoy being used. That was where you drew the line.
You couldn’t sleep that night. You had been attempting to toss and turn for the better of two hours and found yourself wide awake and plagued with thoughts you didn’t want to have. You had realized over the past few days that you had certainly felt something for the brunette, otherwise, he wouldn't have been on your mind as often. Slipping on a pair of shoes, you wandered aimlessly through the castle before somehow landing in front of a familiar door.
“Get my mind off that prick.” You whispered, before opening the door.
The last thing you would have expected was to see said prick, asleep across the coffee table with a thick pile of paper around him. They were scattered all around the room, some listing quidditch strategies against….Gryffindor?
Right. Hufflepuff had lost to Ravenclaw in the first round, which was why Slytherin had to play Ravenclaw in the match a few days earlier. Gryffindor must have beaten Ravenclaw in the third round, and Slytherin must have beaten Hufflepuff to get back in the game. That meant the final round tomorrow was against Gryffindor.
Those weren’t the only types of parchment. Every now and then, there was a giant “I’m Sorry” written in the loopy cursive you knew so well. You had no idea who he was apologizing too.
Suddenly, the steady breathing that had been filling the room before stopped. You frantically turned towards the boy, shaking him gently.
“Oikawa.” You said, shaking him a little harder. “Oikawa. Get up.” When he didn’t respond, you began to check his pulse. The faint thrumming against your thumb only managed to panic you further. “Damn it!” You pulled out your wand, but realized you knew no spell to revive him quickly, considering he hadn’t been hit with any spell prior. You shook him one last time, tears running down your face. “Tooru!”
He flickered his eyes open, his eyes hazy and bloodshot. He had been awake, working or crying. Upon seeing you, his eyes softened into a look so fond that it unsettled you. He sat upwards, rubbing his eyes before he said anything. “Y/N.” He whispered, as if he didn’t believe it. “Is that actually you? Or am I dreaming again?”
He had been dreaming of you?
You walked over and made eye contact with him for the first time in days. “You’re not dreaming. I’ll get goi–”
“No!” He yelled, gripping your wrist. “Please stay. Please.” The look in his eyes was so desperate that you sat down across him, moving some of the parchment out of the way so his face wasn’t obscured. He sat up straight, before adjusting his hair slightly.
“I think you collapsed.” You breathed out, still shaken from his limp form a few minutes earlier. “I was so afraid.”
He hesitantly gripped your hand. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” The look in his eyes was earnest. “I’m sorry for telling you that I would have wrecked that truce in a heartbeat. God, that wasn’t true at all!” He let out a shaky exhale before he let his eyes flicker all over your face as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away. “I missed you more than you could have ever imagined. I let my insecurities and torment push you away. I’m so sorry, I’m sor–”
“It’s okay Tooru.” You sighed, relief and comfort encompassing you. You had never meant to forgive him this easily, but the genuineness of his apology struck something within you. His face morphed into a face of disbelieving,
“You forgive me?” His eyes glittered with hopefulness. “You..”
“Yeah. I guess I do.” You smiled.
Oikawa’s face immediately burst into an expression of pure happiness and he squeezed your hand harder. He was glowing and a part of you realized just how much you missed seeing him. “I think I have a bit of explaining to do.” He almost giggled. “I’m so sorry. I’m just reli–”
You chuckled lightly. “Me too.”
He didn’t let go of your hand as he pushed a jar of ink away. “Two months ago, you found Iwa and I fighting in the corridor.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you’re not–”
“Nope,” He grinned. “You deserve to know. Iwa took away my last vial of Wideye Potion. I used to use it almost three times a week to stay awake and practice, or study. It was the only way I could work without falling asleep or collapsing. Him taking my last vial took away any chances of me doing those things naturally. That’s why I resorted to magic.”
All of a sudden, everything clicked into place. “That’s why you were always yawning during detention and needed Hajime to pull you out of the library.”
Oikawa nodded. “Yeah, he always had to keep me in check. That was until you came along.”
“Oh,” Was all you managed to get out before Oikawa began rubbing circles onto your hand.
He looked around the room before his eyes landed on the clock. “It’s already 3:00 a.m. You don’t have to, but could you stay here and just sleep with me? I haven’t been able to sleep for the past week.”
You raised an eyebrow. “We just resolved our conflict and you already want to sleep with me? I didn’t think you’d be someone of that sort, Oikawa.”
He blushed almost instantly. “Ugh, that’s not what I meant.” He placed his hands on his cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. “Tooru.”
“What?” You asked.
He looked back up at you, more composed now. “Call me Tooru.”
“But that’s your firs–”
“I’ve been calling you your first name forever,” He laughed. “Besides, my first name sounds much better when you say it.”
It was your turn to blush, the heat filling your cheeks. “You flirty menace.” You chuckled as you lied down on the mattress the room had provided. He only smiled from his own bed as the two of you fell asleep.
Maybe fate’s cruelties led to something a lot sweeter.
The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation before the final round of the Interhouse Tournament. Everywhere you looked, you could see the smiling faces of the players, as well as the competitive glances between Snape and McGonagall. The weather today was gorgeous with clear skies and the sun offering the perfect amount of warmth. It was the ideal condition to play, and you were excited for the turn-out.
During breakfast, you had flounced over to the Gryffindor table, waving hello to Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Iwaizumi had moved over so you could sit next to him.
“So,” Kuroo began. “Are you going to wish us good luck and hope for our victory?”
“Not a chance Tetsu.” You responded. Turning to Iwaizumi, you smiled. “Captain, I wish your team the best of luck in not falling off your brooms when your team faces mine.”
Iwaizumi’s face contorted into a playfully challenging glare. “Oh, you’re on!” You slapped him on the back as you headed back to your table, accidentally slamming into someone on the way.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” You said, only to be met with the hazel eyes of Sugawara Koushi.
“It’s okay Y/N. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He asked good-naturedly.
“It has Koushi, hasn’t it.” The two of you began walking down the length of the hall. “I heard about the match against Slytherin. I’m sorry about Hufflepuff losing.”
Sugawara was still all smiles. “I think it was a good game all in all. Oikawa is no joke as a seeker when he’s focused.”
“Tell me about it.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Last night I found him sketching-out strategies and he actually passed out. His work is already impeccable, but he always goes the extra mile.”
“Ahh, so the rumors are true,” Sugawara smirked mischievously. “Who would’ve thought.”
“What rumors?” You asked before you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around, you saw Oikawa clutching a glass of pumpkin juice. “Oh, hi Tooru.”
“Hey there, Y/N.” Instead of the usual smile or cheeky wink you usually got when he greeted you, you found his eyes in the calculating gaze you knew so well but directed at Sugawara. “Hello there Sugawara.”
Sugawara’s smirk changed into a knowing smile. “Morning to you too Oikawa. Best of luck in the tournament.”
You stepped off to the side to see Oikawa’s expression, but it was still guarded, the gears in his mind shifting as he put on a charming smile. “Thank you. We’ll do our best.” He then gently grabbed your arm and dragged you back to the Slytherin table.
“What was that?” You asked him as he sat across you, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. “You weren’t jealous, were you?”
“Nope,” He smiled, his eyes still full of the fondness you had found from last night. “You two looked awfully chummy.”
“You’re definitely jealous then.” You winked. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”
“I wasn’t jealous!” He pouted.
“You were!”
“Was not!”
“Y/L/N, Oikawa, get a room already!” Hanamaki yelled from the other side of the table. “This sexual tension is not appropriate for the Great Hall.
All the students laughed as Oikawa and you blushed.
The Quidditch pitch continued to be the source of much excitement as all the houses waited for the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams to emerge from the opposite sides of the field. The air was electric with excitement, and you could feel the nerves building up in your stomach.
Gryffindor began their walk onto the field, Iwaizumi and Kuroo attracting the most cheers as they strutted down the pitch. They both looked to you, and you shot them a thumbs up as they assembled near the center.
The Slytherin team appeared not even a minute after, and the air was filled with loud cheers for Oikawa as he jogged onto the field, not missing to throw a wink your way. Cheeky gremlin. Iwaizumi and Oikawa met at the center and to some of the students’ surprise began joking around, wishing each other good luck after shaking hands.
Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and they were in the air, a thundering cheer as they rose. Almost immediately, the quaffle was thrown back and forth between the two teams, the red and green jerseys clashing almost artfully as each fought for possession. Kuroo threw the quaffle through the Slytherin hoops, earning points for Gryffindor, the audible sighs of his fangirls heard all around the stadium.
Looking at Oikawa, you could see that the expression on his face was different...happy when he rose up on his broom to scour the stadium. In a flash, he began to dive, spotting the fleck of gold that was near the base of the pitch. The Gryffindor seeker by the name of Koganegawa Kanji blindly followed Oikawa into the dive but decided to turn when Oikawa hurtled straight near the ground, expecting a feint.
It wasn’t a feint.
Oikawa pulled out of the dive, snitch golden and fluttering against his hand with the widest, most amazing, grin on his face. Registering the victory, you stood with the rest of the houses and cheered as loudly as you could while the Gryffindors laughed at the short duration of the game.
You were running down to the pitch before you could even control yourself, and Oikawa was off his broom before anyone could even realize. The two of you raced towards each other, happy laughter coming out of the both of you.
“Y/N!” He yelled out with a wide and happy grin.
“Tooru, you did it, you beautiful bastard!” You laughed as he lifted you up and spun you around. It felt like it was just the two of you there when he put you down, looking deeply into your eyes.
“I guess we did, didn’t we.” He smiled boyishly. So engrossed in each other, they didn’t realize how the stadium had gone silent with the affection they had just witnessed. Hanamaki grinned deviously as Kuroo and Iwaizumi signaled to the other half of the stadium.
They all used their fingers to signal the countdown.
Three...two….one!
“OIKAWA!” The stadium bellowed at the top of their lungs. “JUST CONFESS AND KISS ALREADY!”
Oikawa was shaken from the sheer noise of it all, his face changing to a bright red realizing the words.
Confess? Did that mean…?
“Uhhhh Y/N.” He chuckled nervously. “You...you’ve been there for me during some of the toughest times of my life and got me through detentions and late nights. You always know what to say to me to get me to feel like an actual Grand King, and it always feels like I’ve conquered a kingdom whenever I see you smile. So...I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. A part of me thinks I always have.”
You felt the warmth bubble within you like your face split into the widest smile you’ve ever smiled. “Tooru. I love you too!” The stadium cheered as the two of them hugged, the feelings of relief, warmth, and comfort surrounding them.
When they pulled away, he looked at the ground shyly. “I...brought the scarf...would you–”
“Of course idiot,” You sighed. “That’s not even a question.” He pulled out the scarf, slinging it around your neck just as gently as he had done the first time, except this time the stadium was silent with anticipation.
“God, I’m so happy I could kiss you.” You admitted.
“So then why don’t you?” He teased.
So you did, leaning in and pressing your lips to his almost gently. You weren’t prepared for how soft his lips were, or how nice it felt to be able to put all your feelings into an action so delicate. You also weren’t prepared for the way he kissed you back, almost hesitantly as he poured in all the tension they had felt for weeks around each other.
The cheers of the stadium were audible as you pulled away, blushing. Kuroo and Iwaizumi gave you a thumbs up as Hanamaki clapped his captain on the back.
“God, maybe we’ve spellbound each other from the start.” Oikawa smiled.
“Maybe we did.” You laughed.
*******
spell·bound
verb
held the complete attention of (someone) as though by magic; fascinated
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