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theycallmebun · 10 months

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don’t doubt yourself

kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader (platonic fic)

w/c: 473

genre: hurt to comfort

warnings: breakup w/ oikawa

summary: y/n is going through it and kuroo is a good friend

“y/n…”

“i’m sorry. i can’t help it, the tears just start coming out, and they don’t stop. it’s so easy to get stuck in my head these days,” you confess.

“what’s going on, y/n?” kuroo asks.

“it’s just…ever since the breakup, i’ve been overanalyzing everything that’s happened; all the things i’ve done and what i could’ve been better–what would’ve prevented this.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo knows how down you’ve been, so he brought you out to brunch in hopes of getting your mind off things. the effort was sweet, but nothing really helped because absolutely everything reminded you of him.

it makes sense because for so long, he was your everything. you can admit that it was exhausting thinking about oikawa 24/7 and correlating him to everything in your everyday life. but that’s just how things go when you love someone so much. you think about them, and you don’t stop. it’s like a switch you can never turn off.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo is a good friend. he knows that when you’re like this, it’s best if he’s patient and waits for you to talk it out. he tries his best to be engaged while you’re talking or even just trying to, but the words aren’t quite there yet.

“maybe if i tried harder or something. or if i were more forgiving. if i didn’t have such a stick up my ass, we would still be together,” you blurted out.

“don’t be silly, y/n. i saw you put all your effort into that relationship and it drained the shit out of you. don’t pin the relationship ending on yourself. oikawa fucked up, ok? what he did was unexcusable,” kuroo assures you.

“but i fucked up, too. why didn’t he leave me when i fucked up? why was i the one to break up with him?”

“because the two of you messed up on different levels. oikawa has burned all the bridges of trust the two of you built while dating. that’s why you broke up with him. you needed to, y/n. there was no way of repairing that.”

“no, but i could’ve made it work–”

kuroo interrupt, “i’m sorry, y/n, but no. he is a liar and a cheat. please trust me when i say you did the right thing. i know it doesn’t feel like that right now because everything is so fresh, but it’s true. and i know i’m not the one to convince you of that, but please cut yourself some slack. and please don’t doubt yourself. you’re independent and strong and you don’t need that son of a bitch.”

his words actually cease your tears. and they hold you speechless.

“you’ll be just fine, y/n.”

“thank you, tetsuro.”

“of course. now hurry up and eat before your french toast gets cold.”

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o2amu · 2 years

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HQ BOYS REACTING TO SUDDEN KISSES !

OIKAWA: after suddenly pressing a soft kiss on his lips, his eyes widen due to surprise but not even a split second goes by until he turns to you with smirk and urges for more. you roll your eyes and place a few more kisses on his cheek, topping it off with a light peck on his nose. his brows furrow and a pout forms on his pretty face. receiving a confused look from you, he decides to lean towards you himself and give you the extra kisses he actually wanted.

AKAASHI: you give him a quick peck on the cheek when you step into the bathroom while he’s brushing his teeth. he halts for half a second, then quickly bends over to rinse his mouth. as you’re about to walk out of the room with the towel you came in for, he grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him. he pulls you close and latches his lips onto your yours, noses brushing against each other, as he smiles into the kiss. you practically melt into his arms seeing his charming smile so close to your face and you can’t help but smile too.

SAKUSA: he just waits until you finish peppering his hand with pecks but smiles softly and watches you in admiration. ‘so cute’ he thinks. “your hands taste like alcohol.” you blurt, sticking your tongue out. he softly laughs, “it’s sanitizer baby.” an ‘oh’ escapes your lips then he grabs your hands, bringing it close to his face to place light kisses on your knuckles. the stop light finally turns green and he continues to hold the steering wheel with one hand, and one hand still intertwined with yours for the remainder of the car ride.

KUROO: he stops you midway and latches his lips onto yours, definitely catching you off guard. he deepens the kiss and you can’t help but melt into his soft touch. his arms wrapped around your waist and your arms locked around his neck. the intimate moment cutting short when the oven lets out a loud ding, reminding you of the dinner you were making about half an hour ago. you’re both startled at the sound but kuroo immediately shrugs it off and pulls you in again to continue what got interrupted.

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justanobodywriter · 1 year

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16:39 ✦Oikawa✦

Oikawa has the most intense skincare routine you have ever seen.

The first night you stayed at his apartment, you were overwhelmed when walking into the bathroom and seeing what felt like hundreds of jars and bottles of various different lotions and cleansers and masks and...

"Ok, so now, I'm gonna put this on," Oikawa described as he went to put a new product on your face.

"Wait," you spoke moving your face away from him. "What is that?"

"This one is a mask," Oikawa rolled his eyes at you. "It'll help keep your skin clear, like mine."

"Fine," you groaned allowing him to apply a generous amount of the product to your face.

He smoothed over a small layer of the slick substance all over your face. Once he was done, he sat back and admired his work.

"Done," he beamed.

You looked around as if you could see your own face, "So, now what?"

"Now, we wait," he shrugged. "Movie?"

"Sure," you shrugged.

You didn't understand the reason for this elaborate routine, but it make Oikawa happy, so who were you to get in the way of it? It only seemed to make him happier that you had joined in on his little routine after asking about it once.

It couldn't be that bad after all.

Oikawa did have amazing skin.

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tooruswhre · 2 years

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one thing you’ll never understand is oikawa and his need to lay his weight on you.

when he notices you waiting outside the gym for him after his practice, a toothy grin plays on his lips while he tugs his arms around your shorter frame.

once your arms meet around him, he flushes his upper half against yours so you have no choice but to hold him tighter, for the sake of not falling to the pavement with him on top of you.

though more times than some, it happens as he just laughs through his apology picking you up in his gentle embrace. he’ll rub your head with a few head kisses while you complain about the impact of the collision.

you could be laying down on the couch when he decides to lay ontop of you, your chest as the perfect pillow for him to rest his head, his arms snaking under the small of you back.

he could lay like this for hours, and you agree the same. but just now you couldn’t, you had to pee and he wouldn’t budge. you’d nudge his head up to see his sleepy brown orbs flutter while he whined about being comfortable.

even so, he lets up and waits patiently for you to come back so he can lay on your chest again.

you never understand his fixation of leaning or laying on you, until he mutters against you, half-asleep, “i never want to lose you.”

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rinslove · 2 years

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Hi! Can i request some husband texts from Rin and Oikawa? Thank you 💕

RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn!reader

warnings: princex used as a pet name, a picture is used where you can see the outline of a het couple but that's only for a reference and is not meant to depict the reader at all!

autumn's note: of course! i did oikawa first, and i'm just getting started on rin's now so it shouldn't be too much longer <3

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tetsuswhores · 2 years

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Who's watching?

pairing: oikawa x reader

content: college au, yandere actions, smut, stalking behavior, sort of yandere oikawa

warnings: if you are uncomfortable about stalking and pervert behavior, read it at your risk. Mentions of noncon video recording, masturbating.

A/N: Minors first off stay away or I'll shoot you. Hope you guys like this. Also I don't mean to villainize oikawa or any other haikyuu character, it's just a figment of my imagination. Oikawa is a stoopid little dork who wouldn't think of doing that.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good-looking guy in college. His unfettered personality and striking smile played good magic to draw the people surrounding him.

His good nature, eloquence and charming way of holding conversation even got him in the good books of professors, having some of them slip in a free grade or further chance to work with them which he politely declines. Having played volleyball before he hit double digits also helped him bag the chance to play at a professional level while being in college. In a nutshell, Toru Oikawa is the American Dream of his college.

Being in college and handling a volleyball career that is set to flight would drive anyone mad but when it comes to Oikawa, he is seen juggling that with ease. Not to mention his additional fanbase in college that he interacts with tinkering laughter and crinkled eyes. However, as merry it may seem from a distant point of view, looking closely anyone can see the faux facade he upholds while he holds a baseless conversation about “how easily he manages his life” or adding irrelevant nods of agreement when the professor says something about their crumbling family issues. But no one is seen to fret on his real personality as long as he is sending those endearing smiles and sheepish grins that fulfil their dream charms. All except that one student from his psychology class.

Oikawa’s chocolate brown eyes land on you everytime you step on the campus albeit oblivious to you. Your indifferent attitude towards his popularity spurred his interest for you and gradually you were lying in his focal point. Any subtle change is quickly caught up by him and his mind rushes on different ways to approach you. His eyes land on every hips and dips of your body and he scans you with full scrutiny while sitting 5 feet away from you in class. He memorised every class you had and oblivious of his tactics, you ran against that pretty boy of your psychology class so often.

And boy, does he do this in the subtlest way possible…

The first time he exchanged pleasantries and the what-major-are-you-in , he was elated. The way your eyes land on his as they combine together somewhere in the middle ground has him feeling turbulent inside. His feelings shift into something new as he craves to know you better than anyone. To memorise you inside out until no pages of your life are left unread by him. He increases the conversation with yours, not giving a damn of what the other tramps are thinking. He loves seeing your smile, especially when it’s directed at him. He loves the soft touch of your hand as it coyly lands on his calloused ones.

He loves the way your skin basks in the warm glow of the sun or when you pull your hair up on the top and let it fall gracefully over your shoulders again. He pictures his hand threading through your locks as he grabs them and shoves your little mouth on his cock. He adores your sweet lips that are pursed or the little frown that you involuntarily give when you work on your laptop. He craves to know the face you make when you flow in the blissful cloud of orgasm.

Toru Oikawa is really subtle. Subtle in the way he holds his phone tilted to his books that no one would guess the entire time he has been recording you for later purposes…

He stops the recording and saves it to the album named – ♡Y/N♡

The day he was able to take it up a notch and managed to go one step further to your house, he was ecstatic. He knew how skittish you would get when it comes to stranger men coming to your house and he respects that. The world is crooked and he is the prime example of that. He chuckles at how you allowed him to be at the centre of your living room– how intuitive you can be despite being an absolute dumb baby in his eyes to let him protect you.

And he skillfully manages to do that. His frequent arrival to your house helped him memorise every nook and cranny in your house which would be missed by normal people. His hawk perceptive eyes found perfect little spots– behind the old vent, the rusty window hole which falls into everyone’s blind spot yet gives the perfect image of your bedroom, specifically your bed, the unused shower head he discovered as he once came to your home soaked in rain and you offered shelter and shower. His cock jumped in excitement as he even had access to you showering.

You remain unconcerned, rather happy to get him as your friend and slightly proud as none of the other girls could take up the spot of being his “special friend”- as he calls you.

You remain dumb while Toru Oikawa fists himself every night watching you stuff your fingers inside and let out drawn out moans as you cum in your bedsheets. Making Oikawa ruin his hand with his seed for the umpteenth time. He loves seeing the water fall down your breast in shower and if he’s lucky he’d get the opportunity of watching you getting yourself off there itself.

He even knows that you sometimes don’t feel comfortable, feeling as if a pair of eyes are latched onto you as you spill your fears out to him. Oh how he is the doting friend as he heard that. Hugging you tightly, smelling the mango shampoo that he so well knows offering to stay the night that you politely decline.

No worries. He thinks. We’ll get there, angel. Soon enough.

And if someday you decide to fix the shower or clean the vent. He doesn’t worry much.

Oikawa had you spill so much about yourself to him that he’s certain he’d know when you’ll decide to do something. He might even offer help and you’ll undoubtedly agree. Oikawa delightly watches how he is gradually trapping you to depend on him fully and once he succeeds, he’ll secure you in him forever.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good looking guy in college except he’s actually not.

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kissagii · 2 years

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imagine teaching timeskip!oikawa spanish. when he moved to argentina he knew a pathetically small amount of the lanugage, just barely enough to get by. enter you - his new roommate that's dismayed every time he tries and fails to communicate in any language except his mother tongue. so you begin to teach him. it's infuriating, trying to teach him the sounds that japanese doesn't have, struggling to find translations with your own imperfect japanese. he falls in love with the way spanish rolls of your tongue so gracefully, and with the way your japanese is adorably broken. and he hopes that his own broken spanish is just as adorable to you.

hay otros hispanohablantes que pensaron sobre esto?

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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year

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Iris

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Warnings: fluffy fluff. v short. listen to this while you read <3

Notes: hi @kage7ama i wrote this very quickly but this is my very quickly done attempt to remind u i love you /p also small note to the angel that is @kodzukoi thank you for helping my inability to make decisions

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“Dearest?”

You slowly picked your head up from the rather comfortable pillows, having just woken from a nap. You picked your head up and saw the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway.

“You’re home,” you said, attempting to sit up sleepily. “Hi, baby…”

“No, no—“ Oikawa rushed in, albeit quietly, and guided you to lay down again. “Lay down, dear. I’ll join you.”

You didn’t try to resist him, still being half asleep, but you did argue. “You just got home from hanging out with your friends, I wanted to hear how the party went…”

He hushed you again, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the closet door knob. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N), we can talk later.”

You sighed, but knew there’s no point in further arguing. He changed out of his button-down and dress pants and into more comfortable clothes, finding his place behind you.

“So you had fun with Iwaizumi and your other friends?”

He smiled and nodded, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down your jaw & neck. “I did,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep. I can fill you in later.”

You buried yourself deeper into the blankets, feeling much more comfortable and safe with him holding you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and heavy arm around your waist, holding you close to him. His entire being enveloped you and you couldn’t be happier.

“Hey ‘ru?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Love you.”

You could feel him smile against your neck. “Love you too. Now stop talking and go to sleep.”

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selarina · 2 years

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the 1

→ Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

Summary: Oikawa is dealing with a mid-life crisis and he thinks of you.

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warnings: mentions of divorce, swearing

It’s Friday, it’s hot out, and Oikawa’s called everyone to help him with his retirement crisis. They’re gathered outside Mattsun’s workplace, which is essentially just a fucking graveyard.

So… Now they’re all standing around in a circle, looking like they’re straight out of Midsommar, because Oikawa is wearing the most obscenely vibrant clothes in the middle of a graveyard.

“Come on. Close your eyes already, you shithead!”

“For what? If this is a prank like last time, I need you to think about my repu—” He’s whining now.

Great, he’s scaring the pigeons away, Mattsun deeply sighs as he waits it out.

“All right! Close your eyes and imagine you have 30 seconds. Only 30. I want you to imagine saying it out loud – your new career choice,” Oikawa listens to Makki's voice he stands there — eyes closed now, pitch black.

Simple enough. Maybe Makki was on to something here, Oikawa begins to think.

“Think of yourself telling your loved ones. They will not judge you, in fact, they will support you for it”

He’s not sure how it clicks, but it does. Almost immediately. Oikawa’s eyes are wide open at the realisation.

“Okay, okay! There was more to that but I guess you’ve reached a conclusion?” Makki asks, he sounds almost disappointed.

Oikawa merely nods, almost reeling from his conclusion.

“So, what is it?” Iwaizumi asks, he’s been quiet today, he's probably tired of Oikawa's antics. Regardless, he'll have to check in with him later.

“I’m going to be a model,” he declares with a smile on his face. Before they can get to express their support, he adds, “but there’s something I need to do first.”

They're all thinking the same thing – the determination on his face is eerily familiar.

After saying his goodbyes and thank yous, he walks to car.

The others also take their leave soon after they express their collective confusion, it’s almost a routine at this point.

The pigeons return and Mattsun feels better.

—

It’s 11 pm and Oikawa Tooru is at your fucking door. It’s at your new place.

New, as in five years now.

He has a plan, he’s going to— he’s not sure what he’s going to do, okay? But he’s confident. He will charm his way through and at the very least, he will get you to meet him again.

He sees you and he has to stop himself from stuttering as he greets you, with an uncharacteristically shy “Hi”. It’s not a new thing he's discovering, but he should ideally be over this by now.

On your right hand, he sees a beautiful red gemstone adorned on your middle finger. His eyes catch onto the worn out rose-gold ring on your other finger. He smiles.

His eyes follow your hand as you brush your hair away to get a better view of him. Your left hand remains painfully bare, as it drops against your side.

Suddenly, and almost without any prompt, he finds himself self-conscious right now. He should’ve at least stopped for flowers or something, but in his haste and excitement, all rationale went out the window.

His plan of charming his way through crumbles right in front of him, as he realises that maybe, he should’ve thought this through.

He’s been so fixated on your hands that he misses the look of utter distraught on your face.

“What are you doing here, Tooru?”

“I’m not sure, actually” he can actually feel the situation unraveling in the worst possible way, and there’s a part of him inside, that’s yelling at him over and over again. His mind is reeling at a rate he cannot keep up.

“Y- You can’t show up like this, and it’s really late.”

“I know. I just—” He’s not stuttering, but he can’t get complete sentences out of his mouth, which is difficult when you’re trying to charm someone. Somehow, he manages to say, “Can you meet me? Tomorrow?”

You stare down at him, you're elevated on your house step. Your brows furrowed, as you try to make sense of why he’s here.

"Please?” he’s hopeful.

A red light flutters against his skin as a car passes by. Under the light of your porch, his features are accentuated — his clothes are crumpled, his eyes bleary, and his glasses hastily tucked into the V of his sweater. And despite all that, he manages to maintain a sense of grandiloquence to his stature.

“Okay,” you’re completely baffled, and to be honest, really sleepy. “Okay, do you have a place to stay for the night?”

“I’ll find a hotel,” he responds. He relaxes his tightened shoulders, relieved that you agreed so easily.

“You can stay here, if you want. There’s a guest room,” you offer.

“No. No, I’ll stay in a hotel.” His mind is buzzing around you, and he needs to stay in the hotel to calm down. He wants to do this right. “When are you free tomorrow?”

“Evening.”

“8 pm?”

“Works for me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at Beans ‘n Cream at 8 pm." He wants to hug you, take your hand in his own, run the rough pads of his fingers against yours, or even just hold onto your pinky for a while. He settles for a smile, “Good night!”

He doesn’t try to hide the longing in his smile; he even hopes you notice it. Maybe this way, you’ll believe what he tells you tomorrow.

Before you can say anything else, he starts jogging to his car.

You sit in silence in your room, trying to make sense of what happened.

That night, just like any other, you dream about Oikawa Tooru. However, this time it feels almost tangible.

—

You’re there at 7:45 pm. You’re standing near the side entry. You’re nervous but mostly, you’re deeply fucking annoyed. Why did he decide to show up? Five years, and of all nights, off all days — he decided to show up now.

It’s just like him to show up, confuse you and then take his leave. And where does that leave you?

Abandoned in the dark, frantically scrambling to relight the flame.

You spot him. He’s walking towards you. You panic, immediately looking for a hiding spot. You manage to settle behind someone’s car.

You arrived here early, only to walk in after he arrived. You know of his habit – arriving late. It was imperative for you to appear as unbothered as you could, but right now it’s imperative that you don’t get caught because, decidedly, hiding behind someone’s car is far more embarrassing than being caught caring.

He’s in a light blue shirt, pairing it up with plain white pants. He looks perfectly mismatched in the contrastingly dull surrounding. It’s just another one of those things you were used to with him — he shines so bright, the world could only struggle to keep up.

He looks… good. That’s undeniable. But you’ve been curious to know if you would still be attracted to him. You don’t think you’ll ever not find him attractive, but these are two separate matters.

It just dawns on you how immature you are being right now. Hiding behind a car because you didn’t want to arrive before him? Fuck. What if he’s waiting for you to arrive before him? It’s probably why he came to the side entrance instead of the front. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You don’t want him to think you’re bailing. After all, you didn’t give him a definitive answer last night.

For a moment you think, maybe, this is the best outcome from today — you bailing and not getting involved in another mess.

But, you have to know why he’s here. You’re far too curious to bail.

He’s going in. Thank fuck. Just in case, you give it a good two minutes, before you decide to stand up and join him.

—

He’s starting to get a bit worried because it’s 8:00 pm and you’re not here.

Not wanting to get caught up in the crowd up front. He made the decision to wait near the side entrance, that way he would be able to see you arrive and would not be subjected to the pity looks in case you decide not to show up.

He’s smiling and this time, it’s involuntary. You look pretty, as you do. You decided to show up and meet him. Things are going swimmingly.

He needs to not fuck up and listen to his hyper focused strategic self from last night. He spent the entirety of the night coming up with things he would say — to make you listen, to make you stay. He’s confident it will work.

You’re placing the order for the two of you and he’s happy to finally hear you say things that don’t end in half sentences and confused noises.

“Tooru, at some point, you’re going to have to tell me why you’re here.”

Right. The difficult part first. Wooing you is for later.

“I missed you. I-I know, that’s selfish. We made the decision to cut each other out. But I can’t anymore. You’re my wife, you always will be.”

Your expression wavers slightly, but he doesn’t miss it. It reads something short of confusion and exasperation. He expected nothing less. It’s a lot, even from someone like him.

You raise your head slowly, looking up at him, as you say, “You’re right, Tooru. That is selfish.”

He’s on the verge of choking up more apologies.

"I’m not sure what you’re looking for here, Tooru. Th— There’s no way this is going to work. I moved here because I love my job. You stayed because you love yours. And this is me speaking as if I could ever get over the fact that —" you deeply sigh.

"Five years, Tooru! You can’t just come in here and expect me to change my mind and pack up to leave with you." He lets you speak without interrupting you, as much as he wants to disagree with so much you're saying.

"I didn’t change my mind then and I’m not changing my mind now. Even if it has been so...so painful not being with you,” your words come off soft and vulnerable, before it changes into something more firm as you say, “I won’t do it, you know that.”

Your gaze is filled with a familiar resolve. He always liked how you mirror each other in so many ways, but he never imagined it would be the cause of your marriage's downfall.

“I know that. I know you and I’m not asking for that.” He would never.

His voice... it's honest and vulnerable. You become self-conscious as you realise you are baring your heart out for him in a café of all places. "Could you please take us somewhere else?" We need to talk, but I can't do that here."

For a brief moment, his brow furrows as he realises. He looks around and notices some people staring at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise— I asked to meet here because we had a date, if you remember."

“I do remember. I just don't like feel com—"

“I know. We can go back to your place or, uh... my hotel?”

—

The ride to your house was quiet. He's afraid that anything he says will leave him a step away from where he actually wants to be.

Your house is beautiful, he briefly notes. Rather maximalist. Very fitting for a house of your own. It’s not the same as he memorised it to be.

The last time he came here was a month after the divorce. A bottle of liquor in his hand, and he had second thoughts. He had a lot to say, empty promises to give out. He went on a monologue about giving up his career, of moving in with you, with your new job, in your new place.

You didn’t say anything that night, just nursed him to sobriety until he passed out from the exhaustion. He woke up the next morning and you spoke to him, convincing him that the two of you made the right choice.

He knew that, really – he did. It was only a moment of weakness. This, right now. This is nothing like that.

Sighing he plops onto your couch as he waits for you to return from the kitchen.

He wonders if you’re a better cook now. Chuckling softly to himself when he thinks about how improbable that sounds.

“What’s funny?” you ask, eyes raised as you reach out to give him a mug.

“Are you a better cook now?” setting the mug down on the table in front of him.

You look at him, dumbstruck.

“I’m going to take that as a no but, you know, figures"

You glare at him and he can't help but like this. There are soft creases on his cheeks as he laughs. Your glare softens and it melts away into a warm smile. It feels normal, as if five years of distance changed nothing between the two of you. He wants this for the two of you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk. I'm about to retire and I have no idea what I'll do next. I told the others I'm going to be a model now, which could totally work—" he smirks, placing his hand under his chin and presenting his face to you.

You return his smirk. Taking a single moment to admire his features – it could totally work.

“—but, all I could think about was being with you.”

"Tooru, you're just going through a mid-life crisis-"

“I’m not, okay. I’m not. I want you. I've always wanted you, but I've also always wanted volleyball. I have no regrets about the divorce, and I have no regrets about staying in Argentina."

“I would hope not. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.“ There’s not a single hint of bitterness in your tone.

“It was, and I got what I wanted. I only regret not having you with me, which is no one’s fault,” he smiles sadly, his eyes are downcast as he says, “We knew what we married into.”

“We did,” you agree, a sad smile on your lips.

The truth is, you’re the same as him, you wanted both — the job and him. You hated choosing your job over him because it meant moving away from Argentina to a new place without him. You hated it, just as much as he hated staying, but you didn’t see it as choosing. Not when you carried him through it all. You hope he could say the same.

“And I’m happy that we were strong enough to make that decision together. I know you love your job, and I'm sorry I couldn't express how proud I was of you back then. I would never ask you to leave it. But I am done with volleyball for now."

He scratches his brows as he looks up at you, trying to figure out how you're feeling. He continues when he's unable to find anything, "I got what I wanted from it and I’m going after what I have always wanted,” he almost whispers, “which is you.”

He pauses for a moment before he assures you, “I can make it work this time.” It sounds like a promise you think he can break, so very easily.

“Tooru...” you’re not sure what to say.

He scoots closer to you, taking your hand in his own. You predict it before it happens — his thumb starts massaging the top of your hand. It was always comforting, but right now you're scared.

“I can move here. There is nothing I would want more right now.”

"How about when you get another volleyball opportunity? You could—" you pause to think "— work as a coach. You would make a good coach."

“I don’t want that. I’m done with volleyball, it has given me everything and so much more than I asked for. What I really want right now is my wife."

He inches closer, you can see the desperation on his eyes. You hope he can see them in yours. His hands fiddle with the rose-gold on your ring finger, “You still wear this?”

“Well, a boy did give up many milk-breads to save up for this ring.”

Memories, of a lovesick 17-year-old saving money for two years to give his girlfriend the best birthday present possible at the time, flood back in.

It’s tentative, the way you both inch closer. As he begins to lean in, you find yourself intertwine your fingers with his. Unable to withstand the anticipation, you close your eyes.

#oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x gn reader #oikawa toru x you #oikawa angst #oikawa drabble #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #the 1 - selarina #oikawa fluff

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shisnhou · 2 years

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MEMORIES.

pairing: oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre: angst, heartbreak

cw: hints at a past toxic/unhealthy relationship, might contain errors

wc: tbc

an: i wrote this half asleep

you‘ve dreaded for this moment to come.

you‘ve tried to drag it out for as long as you possibly could have. but one can only do so much when something, had already been written down on your faith book. all that dodging goes down the drain when his brown eyes look you up and down while he stands by the door way.

"hey."

"oh,"

just by looking at him, you can feel all the memories hit you like a truck. all the things you‘ve done just to drag this moment for so long, falls straight to that hole, dragging you by your ankles.

"how‘re ya?" he smiles so sweetly as if he had not just broken your heart merely months ago, as if he hadn‘t ripped it into shreds right before your very eyes, speaking so casually as if he had not just left you there as a broken piece.

"what’re you doing here, oikawa?" you hate that you easily allowed him to walk into your life again just by ringing your doorbell. you hate how easy it is for him to walk back into your life and act so casually. you hate how easy it is for him to see your protective barriers dissolve into thin just because you saw him.

in short, you hate him.

"i just want to talk." oh, there he goes again, seducing you with his tongue as he did before. those words of his, they fall so easily from his lips. whether he knows it or not, it surely makes an impact on you. an impact you wish would not sway you.

"i don‘t want to. goodbye." is your stern reply before you shut the door out. there is no desire in you, nor does you brain allow you to talk to him. however your heart, it so deeply wants it, no matter how irrational it may seem.

and as if he had heard your heart‘s desire, he sets his foot between the frame and the shutter. his hand on the wooden door as he looks at you with his pleading brown eyes.

"please," he pleads. you hate it. "i‘ve— i‘ve got no one else to walk to. you‘re the only one i‘ve got left. i— i can‘t hold it in anymore."

you hate him.

you hate this situation.

you hate it all.

you hate it so much because you allow him to walk into your home with his face falling into the crook of his neck. you swallow thickly as you shut the door with your foot, feeling his tears fall unto your skin as his hands clutch your waist ever so tightly; like you‘d run away if he doesn‘t.

as you lead him to the kitchen with his sobs falling past his lips, you also feel your tears brim your eyes. all your efforts are gone, simple as that, within the blink of an eye, gone as if it had never existed in the first place. you tried so hard to move on. for months and months on end, actively distracting yourself so hard to get over him.

it was stupid of you to think you‘re actually over him when you know deep inside you‘d let him so easily walk back into your life like this.

"i can‘t do this anymore, (y/n)!" he cries. a bottle of wine in his hand as he curls himself on the corner. you wish to yell 'so can‘t i!' at him as well, but you can‘t. if you do so, you feel like you‘d break your fragile heart even more.

time passes just like that. and now it‘s quarter past three. you‘re intoxicated, and so is he. he‘s a sobbing mess, and you‘re no better.

"c— can‘t we just go back to the way it was? before.. before it was all so complicated..?" he cries, looking at you with pleading eyes. with those words, you only feel more tears bleed from your eyes as your skin grows warmer.

"tooru—" you stutter, clenching your fists as you wrap your hands around yourself. "we- we can‘t keep doing this, okay? i— i can‘t be your friend, we— i— we‘ve just gone through so much! and i feel that if we become friends again, it would just through away everything we had had. everything we kept so sacredly would be nothing."

"no! i— we can try again—!"

"no we can‘t!" you finally exclaim. fat tears are dripping harshly from your eyes as you put your hands on your head, clenching the roots of your hair tightly. "no matter how hard we fucking try it‘s never going to work out! the ending will always be the same because— for fuck sake— you and i were never meant to be in the first place!"

as much as it hurts you to say so, you have to say it. the truth hurts, and it always will.

"so please… don‘t make it harder than it already is. we can‘t keep doing this anymore, tooru." you mumble through your sobs and he looks at you with his tears already down his neck, flowing harshly like a river.

silence wallows you both. only the sounds of tears, sniffles, and sobs echo throughout the room. the smell of heartbreak reeks harshly in the air, evading the once cool air, causing it to go stuffy.

"i guess— i guess we‘re never going to be it, huh?" he bitterly says to himself, looking at the ground as he swallows hard. "there really is no going anywhere with what he had, right?" he grits through his teeth, looking up and swallowing as he holds back the sobs stuck in his throat.

"tell me, did me showing up ruin things for you?" it seems like he has become sober, as if all the alcohol he had downed went out of his body. "because when i came here, i couldn‘t get a grip on myself. i wanted to maybe see, see if you would still take me in. i wore the things you like so that i‘d make even the slightest appeal. but i guess— i guess it won‘t do shit." his voice falters with every line due to the emotions stuck on his throat.

you have no idea as to what you should say, because in truth, you‘re no better than he is. there is not a single bone in your body that‘s not telling you to run to back to him, but your mind seems to freeze your movements, saving you from the heartache.

"we- we never really went anywhere else, tooru." you shakily sigh, looking down at him as you bite your lower lip. "so, we shouldn‘t be eachother‘s reason as to why we can‘t fall in love with someone else."

you feel like dying as he nods, showing that he‘s agreeing. you don‘t want him to agree. no matter how much it hurt you and traumatized you to be with him, you can‘t just put him in the back of your head to be eventually forgotten.

"if— if this is then— let me— i—" he can‘t even comprehend a proper sentence. hands in his hair as he bawls his eyes out right there. you don‘t even notice it, when he runs up to you and hugs you so tightly. his hands are on your waist as he cries on to you, head above yours as he smells the familiar smell of your shampoo, hugging you tightly as he kisses your head. "i— i‘m sorry. we— i broke us off. i‘m sorry i broke your heart. but i can‘t let you go. my heart leads to you all the time, no matter where i am."

"tooru—"

"but if me clinging unto you will hurt you more, then so be it." he sadly whispers, giving you one last squeeze as he kisses your forehead lovingly, tears damping you up. "i won‘t drag this further. i‘ll set you free, set me in the past, and move on. i‘ll just take what i have left here so that you move on and forget about me."

you can‘t even respond, unable to move as he walks past you, straight to your room. it breaks your heart worse, hearing him rummage through the closet you both once shared. it‘d been left untouched, you left it be. maybe because a part of you really hoped to let him back in. yet it with the turn of events, it won‘t happen anymore.

you stand there for as long as he finishes. he finally has everything he owns. the book you both read, the stuffed toy of him that he gave you, his highschool jersey that you loved so much, the shoes he owns that matches with yours, and lastly, the photo album you had made for him.

"i— i‘ve got it all." he whispers, looking down as he clenches his full hands hard. "i‘m— going. i won‘t hurt you any longer." his eyes never failed to meet yours as he speaks and he doesn‘t dare take a step towards you, in fear that if he does, then maybe he won‘t be able to leave after all.

"so maybe, this is goodbye." he chuckles grimly with a forced smile, yet you cannot seem to return to him. not the chuckle. not the bitter smile. yet instead, the goodbye.

as the old saying goes, saying goodbye entails that you‘ll never see them ever again. you can‘t even bring yourself to speak as he walks away with a heavy heart, sobbing quietly before the door closes so loudly yet so quietly behind him. silence envelopes you as you fall to the ground before loud wails of heartbreak come from you.

now that he‘s gone, said his goodbye, he‘s no longer coming back, and now you‘ll be forced to let him stay merely in your memories.

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤

Cast(s)/Genre: GN!Reader & Timeskip!Oikawa Tooru/ Exes to lovers

Cw: 0.4k

Warning: Swearing

Met your ex inside the elevator was the last thing you expected to happen today, you felt the whole world stopped when you locked eyes with the man you used to love and cherish for years. Oikawa Tooru. There he was, stood five feet away from you, giving you the smile you've missed for the past year.

You awkwardly smiled at him after greeting each other. "What are you doing here? I mean, I didn't know you were in LA."

"Oh yeah, I have a photoshoot for– wait, oh shit. Don't say you're the makeup artist?"

You froze, thinking if this was Miwa's plans and she pretended that her assistant can't come so you could take their place for today.

"I… I don't know. Miwa said she needs my help. So, here I am." You explained.

He raised his brow. "Tobio's sister?"

"Yeah."

He only nodded before tilting his head towards the ceiling. Cause if he was being honest, he didn't know how to carry a conversation with you without being awkward.

The breakup was pretty bad, both of you were immature and stubborn at that time which led to screaming at each other in the living room. You left him and he didn't even bother to follow you out into the street.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out.

"I'm sorry too." You said, knowing he was sorry for everything he did in the past.

"But I guess we're grown now. I'm so proud of you, you know?"

You purse your lips together, holding yourself to smile widely. "Thanks, I'm so proud of you too."

And there you were again, just smiled at each other before looking anywhere but each other's eyes. Deep down, you wondered if this kind of moment was killing him like it was killing you. Perhaps it was because you still love him and some part of you just wanted to hold him in your embrace.

"Fuck it." You heard him murmurs under his breath before walking towards you. Tearing your gaze away from whatever you were looking at, your (E/C) irises finally met his brown irises again for the nth time. You could already smell his scent from distance, but with him being this close to you got you weak in the knees and your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

"I fucking miss you." He whispered as his fingers touched your neck. In less than a second, he finally connected his warm lips with yours. As you were about to close your eyes to muster the feelings between you and him, your eyes accidentally looked at the screen above the buttons.

Third? We're still on the third floor?

You aggressively pushed him away from you and before he could protest, you shouted. "Fuck, TOORU WE STUCK! PRESS THE EMERGENCY BUTTON!"

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x gn reader #oikawa x gender neutral reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa drabble #oikawa fluff

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lyssasdrafts · 2 years

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— MISSING YOU !

SYNOPSIS ; the two of you haven’t spoken since graduation - but now, oikawa tooru is now back in town and agrees to a fake relationship to cover up a scandal on his part, and to make a crush jealous on yours. what could possibly go wrong?

chapter nine

MASTERLIST. next

NOTES

hope this chapter made sense cause it’s been a while, but the smau is back!

you mess with oikawa? you mess with his friends. + makki ratioing people just because he can.

you can tell that there’s something going on with oikawa but don’t want to say anything since you aren’t that close (yet 👀)

TAGLIST

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o2amu · 2 years

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“can i have some more lip balm please.”

“nope.” oikawa quickly declines.

you’re shocked by his blatant refusal. “what? why not?”

he smiles, shortly sighing afterwards. “because. you always loose yours and end up using all of mine!”

you look away with a guilty expression not wasting a second of denying his statement. “okay fine, just this one last time, i swear.”

oikawa gives in and begins digging for the tube in his jacket pocket until a lightbulb sparks on the top of his head. a smirk creeps on his face as he twists the cap open.

“…what?” you ask.

“you can only have some if you give me a kiss.”

you shoot him a confused look. “seriously?”

you roll your eyes and bring your face closer to his, but he slowly dodges your attempt at kissing him.

an even more puzzled gaze sits on your face as it seems he contradicted his own request. “what are you doing? you said you wanted a kiss.”

“not what i meant.” he remarks with a cocky smirk, obviously one that’s enjoying teasing you.

“tooru i swear…”

“i mean exactly what i said. you’re getting some lip balm by kissing me.”

you silently watch him squeeze an extra amount onto his lips and rubbing them together before he playfully shoots a kissy face at you.

“you’re so stupid.” you chuckle but pull him in for a kiss anyway. he smiles into the kiss and deepens it, ‘making sure’ you’d get balm you asked for.

you pull back, slightly out of breath. “hm… i dont think that was enough. i’m gonna need another kiss.”

“yeah? well i definitely don’t mind that at all.”

#thanks naya for the… help yes #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu #oikawa haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru x you #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x gn reader #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa fluff

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axoxtxhxh · 2 years

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That’s Mine

Oikawa x GN Reader WC: ~1.9k Writing Prompt Person A and B have the same name and they bond over it/have hijynx.

A/N: Not me writing another meet-cute. I literally can’t resist these. Anyway, I wrote this little drabble/oneshot for my friend @luanabonn. A big thank you to @millenialfanfictionaddiction for helping me think of the ending. I needed a little bit of a sweet Oikawa so I made a sweet Oikawa :)

“Excuse me. That’s my coffee.”

Your hand barely reached around the warm coffee cup when a voice stopped you. Looking up, you saw an attractive man with a fake smile reaching for the same cup you were. His brown hair swooped outwards in a way that didn’t seem natural, but it was hard to tell if it was natural or styled. He gave a quick wink before taking the cup from your hand.

“I think you might be mistaken.” You reached for the cup but he pulled it away.

“It literally has my name on it.” He pointed to the name on the cup, which was definitely your name.

“No, it has my name on it and it’s mine.” This time you didn’t reach for the cup, you waited until he handed it to you. Which he didn’t do. Instead, his eyebrows lowered in confusion as he thought about what you said.

“Your name is Oikawa?”

“Yes.” It was hard not to feel annoyed at how ridiculous the situation was getting. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind giving me my coff–”

“You don’t look like an Oikawa,” he pointed out, narrowing his eyes as he looked you over as if he could find the mark that would somehow prove your name was Oikawa.

“What does that even mean?” You rolled your eyes and reached for the cup. “Can I please have my coffee?”

“It’s not yours!” He pulled back.

You had really had enough. You were so tired of men like this. Entitled, snobby, know-it-all men who always got their way. You were sick of it and this guy caught you on a bad day.

“Barista! Can you please tell this guy that this is my coffee?” You stomped your foot in frustration. Not your finer moment, but you just wanted your damn coffee.

“No, no. You need to tell them that it’s mine.”

“It has my order on it!” You complained.

“Sixteen ounce candied pecan latte, half sweet with whipped cream.” You both said in unison and then gasped. He gasped a lot louder than you though, nearly dropping the cup of your coffee to the ground. Not only was this getting annoying, it was getting weird.

“Are you stalking me?” He accused, also sounding slightly like he wanted you to be stalking him which was a whole issue you did not want to get into.

“Why would I stalk you? I don’t even know who you are.” You reached to snatch the cup from his hand, but he lifted it higher into the air. “ I could ask you the same question.”

“Please.” He gave you a once over with an eye roll. “I think it’s clear who the more famous one is.”

“Famous one?”

“I’m a world-renowned, globally adored volleyball player.” He lifted his head up and smiled. It wasn’t sweet or genuine. It was fake and annoying, but he dropped it quickly to give you a condescending look. “What are you? A banker?”

“I think I might actually hate you.”

“Barista, please tell this person to leave me alone.” He spoke at an embarrassingly high volume, enough that the people near you all began to look. “God, to think even in a coffee shop I’m followed.”

He tightened the collar of his jacket and brushed some of his hair from his face as he smacked his lips together. He almost looked proud . This guy actually liked this attention and you were done. This was too much and you were over it. At this point, you wanted to just give him the coffee and leave. It was not worth it.

“Look, you both ordered the same thing. Here’s the second one.” The barista put the cup of coffee on the counter before leaving, seemingly also annoyed by the situation.

“Oh, thank God.” You grabbed the cup and turned around to get away from this whole experience as fast as you could, not even interested to check if it was what you ordered or not. The sooner you got out of there, the better.

“Wait!” A voice that was now way too familiar to you called after you before you could reach the doors. “Aren’t you interested in this coincidence?”

“Interested?”

“We have the same name and drink the same coffee.”

“I’m more offended than anything.”

“Rude,” he scoffed. “What’s your first name?”

“I literally have no reason to tell you that.”

“Mine is Toru.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake which you honestly considered not shaking at all. Unfortunately, something in you forced you to be nice and you took it.

There was an awkward pause while he shook your hand in silence and stared at you, waiting for you to say something, but there was nothing to say so you waited, slowly shaking his hand and desperately wanting the exchange to end.

“You’re seriously not going to tell me your name?” He grumbled.

“Oh my gosh. That’s what you’re waiting for?” You turned around and walked out the doors, Oikawa following closely behind you.

“You are one of the rudest people I have ever met.”

“I’m rude? You took my coffee.”

“What’s in your hand then?”

“That’s not the point.” You stopped and looked away, slightly embarrassed because he was right, you did get your coffee. But you were also right. That wasn’t the point. “Men like you always get what you want.”

“Men like me?”

“Handsome, talented, rich,” you groaned when hearing the words. “I’m sure you just love hearing people call you that.”

This wasn’t the time nor the place to be getting as upset as you were, but you’d somehow reached a boiling point you hadn’t even realized you were approaching.

“And you?” He asked quietly.

“What about me?”

“What do people like you get?”

“I get my coffee taken,” you huffed a laugh, but it wasn’t because anything was funny. The situation might have been comical, but you were upset. Again, you realized this wasn’t the time nor the place to be doing this. And Oikawa was certainly not one for you to be opening up to. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed before looking at him briefly. He waited, but you stayed quiet. Not having anything to say, you turned back to the street and continued walking.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice and you stopped walking. The sound of feet shuffling got closer and he made his way to stand next to you. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apol–”

“Sometimes a cup of coffee is a lot more than just a cup of coffee.” He smiled, the first time it was a genuine smile, and shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s very insightful.” You eyed him suspiciously.

“Don’t seem so surprised.” Oikawa brushed stray hair from his eyes, looking proud of himself.

“Oh, I’m very surprised.”

“Do you have to ruin everything?” He pouted.

You weren’t sure if it was the pout on his face or the sudden switch from proud to annoyed, but something about him made you burst out laughing. It started small, just a little chuckle, but the longer you stared at him and the more confused he got, the harder you laughed and you weren’t able to stop until there were tears coming from your eyes.

“You’re a really strange guy.” You smiled.

“Sorry.” He looked away with pink cheeks, acting as if you’d found out some secret of his.

“No, it’s actually kind of refreshing.”

He looked at you as a flicker of confusion crossed his face before he grinned. It was a moment. One of those cute ones that people in the movies have. It was weird that it was happening then, with this random guy, but the heavy beating of your heart and the little bit of butterflies in your stomach definitely told you it was a moment. Everything around you seemed to fade away and time almost stopped. Well, it slowed at least. The little stray hairs that didn’t seem to stay in place blew slowly across his forehead and you probably could have been lost in that moment had he not loudly cleared his throat.

“So…” He whispered.

“So…” you repeated.

“Can I walk you to the bank?”

“You just couldn’t resist.” You groaned, narrowing your eyes but still smiled at him. He was actually kind of cute when he really smiled.

“Fine, can I walk you wherever you’re going?”

“I’m going home.”

“Then can I walk you home?”

“Are you going to annoy me the whole way?”

“Probably.”

“Ugh, fine.” You gave in. “It’s a short walk anyway.”

You went back to walking down the street with Oikawa following next to you. It was only a couple minutes walking. It was half the reason you went to that coffee shop in the first place. You glanced up, taking a quick peek at Oikawa’s face before smiling to yourself. This morning, things really weren’t going that well and he definitely managed to make it worse, but he also made it better and a small– very small– part of you was a little bit happy that you might run into him at that coffee shop again.

“You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.” You spoke up.

“Do what?”

“Make people listen to you by only smiling at them.” You were never really good about hiding your smile, but you did your absolute best until his grin was so wide you could no longer hide your own and you both continued the walk to your apartment.

Oikawa lied. He didn’t annoy you the whole way. In fact, he spent most of it being quiet and looking around. You’d known him all but twelve minutes, but in those twelve minutes you realized just how strange he was so maybe this was how he was when he walked. Maybe he was worried about getting lost and not being able to find his way back to the coffee shop.

“Well, this is–”

“You are stalking me!” He exclaimed, standing between you and the front door of your apartment complex. “What? You literally asked to follow me !”

“Then why did you lead me to my apartment?”

“This is my apartment.” You explained and your mouth dropped open, quickly realizing at the same time he did. “Oh no.”

“You live in my apartment building?” You both said in unison.

“This is my apartment building.” You weren’t about to lose this fight too. He ignored you though. His eyes moved to the call buttons, checking all the names until he found yours. “What are you doing?” “Confirming that you actually live here.” He looked at you. “For my safety.”

“Oh please,” you groaned and tried to push him out of the way, but he didn’t budge.

“Interesting.” He rubbed his chin and turned from the call buttons to look at you again. That sly smile on his face.

“What is?” This couldn’t be good.

“Now I know your first name.” He winked with a smile and stepped inside the apartment building before you.

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tooruswhre · 2 years

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𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — toru oikawa.

hihi, i made a post for him earlier. but it wasn’t enough, so before this day is over, i would like to make a small birthday special for him!

sorry if it’s not up to par, my writing skill’s aren’t the best. and it’s proofread this time— i think.

wc : 1.5k

tw : none !! other than towards the end i started getting tired, ive been writing this for the past three hours :(

nikujaga is a dish of meat and potatoes, made with thinly sliced pork simmered with vegetables in a dashi and soy sauce broth.

and look @ the end for a surprise :).

“can you at least say something you would want?”

you’ve been practically begging your boyfriend over the course week of what type of gift he’d fancy for his birthday. it was right around the corner, and he’d just lean against the countertop with his hands cradling his face with a curl of his thin rosy lips and replies,

“like i told you yesterday, and the day before that, annnd the day before that— you don’t have to get me anything, havin’ you is already enough for me.” oikawa’s eyes dragged at your figure that was scrounging around his kitchen for something to be of interest, like the other rooms failed to do so.

he had nothing flashy other than, of course, himself and a few branded clothes and cologne— but that wasn’t enough to feed off of. not that he wouldn’t mind having a replica of some sort of himself, it would be futile in the end. right?

one night, you’d would try and get him to slip up with things on store marketplace. your head rested in his lap while his left hand tangled itself in your strands as the other propped up the top of the couch,

“don’t you think these looks nice, kawa?” you’d coo, desperately holding your phone just inches away from his face. the setter gently leans his face back and slids on his glasses, tugging them up the bridge of his nose by his index to have a better look.

the action of his made you snort as he gets a better take on the image that reflected off his lenses, “i mean, yeah they’re nice? it’s just a pair of shoes.”

“i knew you were going to say that,”

he’d sneer with a chuckle, feeling the rise and fall of his chest “i told you, i dont want anything. baby, i’m good.”

∎ ∎ ∎

it’s been days of failed attempts of asking oikawa what he would want. who wouldn’t want something for their eighteenth birthday? sure you could get him another fragrance, but you liked the one who was stuck on using. and he had a few bottles of it that hadn’t been tampered with just yet.

you were in the third gift shop today, and still couldn’t find some suitable for him. even so, you still continued to find your way review the little variety of knick-knacks, snacks and little cards that read happy birthday including other forms of endearments on some, “ so cliche “ you’d click your tongue, dropping the card into its rotating shelf.

it wasn’t until then a thought popped up into your head to call iwaizume when a poster that read aoba johsai! in broad calloused letters with the starter lineup of the team right beneath it. who wouldn’t know the setter better than his own bestfriend, anyway?

drawing out your phone from the pocket of the blue sweats you sported, your nimble fingers slid across the screen, pulling up his contact as you pressed the little telephone icon. it had only took a few rings for him to answer, “hello?”

“hi iwa, sorry for the— the sudden call, but i was just asking do you so happen to know what type of gifts oikawa likes to receive..?”

cringing, you clamped your eyes shut from the lack of knowledge you have about your boyfriend of years and so on. it wasn’t that you didn’t know what to get him as you always had something to offer him on just-because days; that’s different than now.

it’s his birthday, not just some regular day.

the boy on the other end laughed before answering, “ really? you’re joking, yeah?”

“yes i’m serious,” you hiss as you traveled around the store dropping items in your basket.

“well, he loves things with meanings behind them— doesn’t have to be big, just something that means alot to you, it’ll mean alot to him.”

“that’s all you got?”

“.. y/n, seriously?” he sighed through the speaker while you

“okay, okay. thanks for the tip iwaizume.”

“sure, if you want to plan him something feel free to call me back.” he’d offer before you say another thank you and hanging up.

you had opted to make fruit sandos since it’s just a few fruits and milkbread, his favorite.

∎ ∎ ∎

you had went home with the ingredients to construct the sandwiches, and decided to make a small round cake and topped it off with the remainder of the fruits so none the produce goes to waste.

the time was just about seven in the evening. iwaizume had apprised you hours earlier saying him and the team took him out for lunch and the arcade to burn off time.

you were happy that he hadn’t locked himself away in his apartment today, well, that you know of anyway. you messaged him from time to time through the day saying you were too busy to see him. you would feel your heart ache from having to say that, you had weeks to prepare only to be doing everything the day of.

you made a decent dinner with the help of the cool book on the countertop that was collecting dust in the months its been lingering around.

and to think you were planning on giving it away.

you called toru just fifteen minutes before being completely done with your culinary, leaving the stoves on a low burn while you went outside to setup your backyard.

at night, you had an amazing view of the city lights and stars, even toru mentioned something about earlier and suggested to sit out one day to watch the stars.

candles were lit on the pavement underneath the railing of the balcony, a safe distance away from the blanket you had laid out on the patch of grass. it had a a little basket of the sandwiches you made, you doubt he’d get to from the course meal and dessert you made. though he has a big appetite, he wouldn’t want to deal with having to burn it off the next day.

he texted you and said he was around the corner, and you hastily changed into some comfortable clothes that weren’t sweatpants and a t shirt that belonged to your boyfriend. you didn’t have any fancy clothes to fit the occasion, just a dainty pink skirt that you matched with a similar colored jacket for the cold breeze that’ll soon reveal.

you set the table table that was inside your apartment, making sure everything was in place. his gifts, the food and made sure you closed the basket of the fruit sandwiches that you individually wrapped.

“happy birthday, birthday boy!” you cheer, opening the door wide enough to wrap your arms around him while he did the same, burying his head in the pit of your neck.

he was more than happy to be in your embrace, the little birthday crown and streamers he had attached to hit, “you don’t know how many times i’ve heard that today.”

you pulled away with a big grin as you closed the door, “well it’s your birthday. and you’re spending the rest of it with me tonight,”

“you bet i am.. and it smells really good in here.”

“because i made a dinner.” you inform while he leaned down to tug off his shoes, humming a short response.

“like what?”

you guided him to the kitchen, as he viewed your kitchen looking cleaner than ever despite the pan filled with food and the tableware you set out on the dining table.

“nikujaga.. it was from the cookbook and it consisted of all the stuff i had in my house, i haven’t tried it yet since ive been rushing around all day trying to put everything together.”

“sounds and smells good,” he reminds, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

as dinner went on, he talked about his day to you. explaining how while him and his teammates went to go play arcade games, that they let him win all of them in the sake of it being his birthday. though he can tell that was a lie, their facial expressions saying it all when they gave it their all only to be defeated by a first timer.

by the end of it, you two were outside, looking up at the stars as he bit down into the sweet delicacy in his right hand, while the left supported his leaning form.

it wasn’t anything big you say, with a frown after apologizing a few times. he didn’t care for it, he was happy for your effort and grateful for everything you did and gave him today that the kiddy smile on his face never faded from his lips,

“it wasn’t alot on my end.. but are you enjoying yourself?”

“this is everything i needed, y/n. regardless of how you make of it, i’m happy of every part of this.”

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