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Oikawa Tōru x blunt!reader
Sweet, fluff, one-sided crush
About: Oikawa's mind races as he can't stop following you around on valentine's day
February 14th was a very special day, and the Aoba Johsai students took it seriously.
Boys and girls alike could be seen running around gifting flowers and candies to everyone they deemed precious to their life, or even just giving stuff to everyone else as a mere nice gesture.
It was almost kind of ridiculous how serious the festivity was in the area. Some could say it was their very own holiday; secret mailboxes, secret friends, secret admirers, public confessions, everything. If you can think of something cheesy to do on this special day, it has probably already been done at Seijoh.
This is why; contrary to popular belief, Oikawa Tōru was not a fan of Valentine's day.
He didn't hate it, it just irritated him a bit.
He loves the attention he receives from his admirers, but even the most narcissistic person would get tired by the end of the day if they had to witness what he did every year.
Serenades, a mountain of candy on his desk and an insane amount of love confessions.
A really insane amount of people he had to console afterwards.
This is why you, had decided to not participate on it.
"Seriously!? You're not giving me anything!? Nothing!?" Oikawa yelled
His arms were glued to the sides of his head, standing by the school entrance, having to be tortured in first row as you gave Iwaizumi a cute small bag of candy.
"I thought you said it annoyed you how you could never finish everything they gave you. Why would I add up to that?" You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, which made Oikawa's heart flutter.
He could already feel that usual soft warmth on his face.
He understood your point, after all. You weren't doing it out of malice (maybe, probably, he's still not sure if you do this stuff to make him suffer), but out of a genuine thought.
Why couldn't you be more selfish? Maybe that way he wouldn't be so obsessed with you, and that way he could stop himself from feeling his whole body boil as Iwa grabbed a piece of the amber colored caramel tablet from your fingers and ate it right in front of his face.
"Yeah jerk, she's doing you a favour." He said mockingly, enjoying secretly (at least as a secret to you) the frustation you gave to his best friend." You have a long way of stupid heart boxes in your gym bag ahead"
He groaned exhasperated, half-tired from every hint that was thrown your way and you just failed to pick up on it.
That's just the way you were, utterly honest but horrously dense.
Iwa could barely contain his laughter at the captain's expression.
"Tell us the joke so we call all laugh" you teased
"Nah, then it wouldn't be funny anymore"
And so, Valentine's day had come.
And Oikawa was the greatest victim of it.
Some would call it an exaggeration or gloating, but he was honest when he said he could barely walk two steps without a girl interrupting him on his way to class.
"I'm really sorry" He said to the bold freshman that had stopped him in front of the entrance "But i can't return your feelings"
"I'm focusing on my sport's career right now. So... Training will always come first and, that wouldn't be fair to you, would it?"
The girl stopped her tears from falling and smiled "You must be really dedicated... that's so admirable"
Yes, he had a past of it; getting dumped because he always treated volleyball as his main objective.
But you weren't just anyone he could leave behind.
He could never to that to you.
He would fly you to the end of the world if it meant he could see you cheering him on.
But he could never say the real reason to anyone.
Sorry, but i like someone else?
Come on! That would become a scandal! His fans would totally assume he's talking about you, right? He spends every living minute with you! He's always calling your name or wrapping his arms around your body somehow.
He wasn't discreet about it either, and if anyone asked him; he would be honest about it too.
No, I love Y/n. I love her so much my head is always repeating her name. Her voice calling my name would be my ringtone, my alarm, my favourite song. If she doesn't love me back, i don't care. I wouldn't leave her side, even if she found somebody else to give her heart to.
His chest clenched at the last thought. Shaking his head side and side to relieve the small scare he had given himself.
He waved goodbye to the girl and wished her well, finally being able to make his way inside the school.
"Damn, the younger gens are getting braver" his best friend said
He sighed "Don't tell me about it, I feel bad enough"
"If you feel so bad then go back and tell her you were joking and totally want to date her" He pinched the side of Oikawa's arm
"What the heck- I would never do that!"
"You mean you wouldn't do that, again?"
He couldn't help but blush
Be with someone else? He had already tried that before.
Back when he denied his feelings, back when he thought he could forget about you.
He groaned "This day is going to be endless"
Soon enough, the next girl approached.
"Hey Oikawa! Do you have a minute?"
"Hey! I wanted to talk to him first!"
"Girls, come on. I'm really thankful for how amazing you are but i need to get to class-" He begged.
The first period had come and gone, barely any classroom was actually having classes today, as even the teachers were amazed at the energy of the 'festivity'. Oikawa thought to himself that maybe if they were on his shoes for the day or even a second, they would at least be nice enough to make the students sit down for five minutes.
But no one was there to save him; and there he was, standing in the middle of the hall with at least 5 girls forcing their gifts on his hands and begging for him to try them.
He wanted an out, something to take his mind off all the noise. Even giving up his dignity and daring to signal his best friend to come up with any excuse and drag him away as he would usually do.
His salvation, or atleast his beacon of hope, appeared right next to Iwaizumi. His eyes inmediately locked on yours when he realized you stood right there in front of him.
"Y/n! Dearie! Happy Valentine's day! Could you wait for me! I'll be there in a sec-"
He was cut mid sentence, your bag held close to your body.You seemed nervous, as if you were scanning the group around him.
Were you scared to approach him because of the crowd?
His heart sunk, now he definately needed to find a way to get everyone to leave him alone for the rest of the day.
Well, not precisely alone.
He did want to be with you.
But he never found out how.
Lunch, free period, in-between classes. He tried his best to slip away from the spotlight. Crap, he ran to you and screamed out loud!
Even in the few moments of the day when he wasn't bothered, he couldn't managed to find you.
In the library? In cafeteria? In the yard?
Somehow, you seemed to be just out of his reach.
At last, the last bell of the day rang. And his hopes of spending at least 5 seconds with you seemed to be almost over.
He wasn't even sure he could behave properly if anyone else came to bother him.
He decided to wait until basically everyone was gone from the building, and calmly made his way to the bathroom, changing his school uniform for the volleyball jersey and shorts.
His heart beated, not as loudly as before. The rythym was as slow as his breathing, battling the need to scream out of frustration.
He wasn't nervous, but worried.
He had tried to find you, heck, the only thing left for him to do was to carry the school on his palm and shake it until you fell out.
But he knew that mind of yours, and you had probably (definately) gotten the wrong message.
What if you thought he was spellbound on the attention he received? What if you believed him to be a terribly shallow guy who only pretended not to like Valentine's day so he could get rid of you.
His hands trembled as he opened his locker, getting off his white slipplers- just as a small pink note fell from inside.
"My heart is racing faster than i can write this.
My hand is shaking so much I fear my words won't come across.
So i'll keep this moment, short and sweet for us.
Your shortcut was right by it.
You weren't the type to write this type of stuff.
-I fear my words won't come across- that was textbook Y/n, right?
He let himself believe, even for a second, as dropped everything on the floor to run with all his strenght.
He ran as fast as his legs allowed him to, his breath already shaking with barely a minute.
His legs burned, heck, his lungs burned even higher.
But everything was alright, as long as it was you, everything would be excellent.
Except you weren't the one standing behind the gym waiting for him.
"Thank you for joining me here" a cheeky voice stopped his mind from disconnecting from his body.
He looked around for a moment, hoping that you would magically appear right in front of him with a flower bouquet and chocolates.
"The pleasure...was mine" He said as he tried to grab back his lost breath and forced his heart to forget about this horrendously embarassing moment.
Yeah right, as if Y/n would just do this cheesy stuff, he thought to himself.
"So...it was very nice to receive your note" he said, nervously hiding his disappointment behind a fake smile.
"Well, i really wanted to talk to you...alone"
He sighed, it seemed like Valentine's was still going on strong, so he prepared mentally to repeat his 'confess & reject' protocol.
"Oikawa... i've seen you from afar for quite sometime, althought i've been really nervous about talking to you- Um, did you enjoy the cookies?" She asked, her hands fidgeting "i made them specially for you"
Fuck, had she left anything more than the notes? Did she open his locker or something?
"They were amazing. You have some talent for baking don't you? It's so cute" He felt bad for lying, but there was nothing else to do.
Hey, did you actually leave anything else? Did you open my locker without my consent? You do know that's weird right?
He chuckled at the thought of you answering back for him. In these kind of moments, he wished to have your honesty.
"I'm so happy to hear that" the young girl smiled, the pink on her cheeks growing brighter and her voice breaking more.
"But..." he sighed, placing his hands to the sides of his hips "That is not why you called me here, right?" He asked, knowing how the drill went and trying to speed things up.
Yes, he propably was being a little rude, but he didn't care. He needed to find you.
"I like you" she finally said "I know i'm younger and we haven't talked a lot but...would you consider my feelings?"
He scratched the back of his neck, these younger generations were probably making his hair gray from all the stress.
"I'm really thankful for your feelings, but i can't accept them" He answered.
Quick, gentle and direct.
He needed to get this over with.
The girl's eyes were already starting to water.
"Oh..."she looked down to the ground. Oikawa couldn't help but feel bad about it, but even the sound of the leaves ruffling was overestimulating his senses.
He needed this to be over.
"Listen, you are really cute and all but.."He prepared his personal script again ""I'm focusing on my sport's career right now. Training will always come first and, that wouldn't be fair to you, would it?"
The girl didn't speak, grabbing the sides of her skirt tightly.
Oikawa sighed again, placing his open palms on her shoulders. "Hey, honey. You're cute and talented, you deserve someone else that can spend every night and day with you. Someone who would never be too occupied to see talk to you"
The girl still didn't respond, making Oikawa's already short patience disappear.
Alright, have it your way; he thought. Turning around toward the school to collect the things he had thrown.
"It's because-" the girl talked suddenly, her eyes still covered in tears, her voice broken and shaky "You already like someone else... don't you?"
His eyes opened wide. Not one of the girls had ever asked him that.
"It's...that girl you're always around you, right?" Her voice quivered, her tone became calmer.
It would be cruel to answer thruthfully, althought the girl was definately at fault for being pushy.
Still, he had made his mind up long ago.
He would never lie to or about you.
He would never deny his feelings for you.
And so the girl nodded and ran to the school gates, her heart broken and humilliated.
At least no one would be able to see her.
He groaned. Stretching his arms to the sky and looking up, finally the day had finished, surrounded by everyone but the one he wanted to be his valentine.
A sudden noise behind him interrupted his whining; he walked towards it with curiosity, squinting his eyes to recognize who was the one walking through the small aisle behind the building.
Maybe, the heavens weren't so ruthless.
He smiled and He increased the speed on his steps, Reaching out his hand to reach your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
"Tell me you weren't leaving me behind on Valentine's day" he smiled, and for the first time today, it was real.
You didn't turn to him, only allowing him to talk to the back of your body.
"To be fair, you left me behind first"
His smile got stuck on a grimace of confusion. Dear god, were you actually annoyed?
"Don't tell me you're mad Dearie" he whined "It's a heavy day for me! It's not easy being me!" He complained, pulling you closer to him, engulfing you in a hug.
He didn't care anymore what he came across, he needed you to understand you were the one thing on his thoughts all day.
"Don't get cocky with me now" your voice sounded irritated, your words cutting through his attempt to make you comfortable.
"Hey" he said firmly, grabbing you by your shoulders and turning you to him, his left hand making it's way slowly to your right "Don't leave me like this". His gaze connected to yours, begging you to stay with him.
"Don't look at me like that. It's your fault, actually" You avoided his eyes, as a small pink ghost of embarrasment started to make it's way on your face.
He chuckled, his hand gripped yours tighter. If he could scream out lmof joy right now, he would.
Dear god, you were jealous.
"You were spying on me? My my, i didn't take you for the possesive type" his other hand looked for yours gently, never losing sight of your eyes.
"Please don't flatter yourself" you pulled your hands back and crossed your arms "I was waiting for you, i thought you would take our usual shortcut" you shrugged, acting as if anything that happened hadn't bothered you.
He bit his lip down "I'm so sorry Y/n. I actually have tried to talk to you all day long..." He reached for your hand again.
You were jealous! This could easily be the happiest moment of his life, his heart raced and his senses stumbled to make his sentences make sense. He wanted to scream, he only had eyes for you, you and nobody else.
"Y/n" he said softly "I missed you all day"
You finally gave into his attempts, letting yourself make eye contact. Your eyes glimmered under the soft sunlight, your pink cheeks highlighting and making your face look even more beautiful.
"I just, wanted to give you these"
You pulled out the small bag with his name on it "They aren't anything special...but, i thought you would like it.."
Crap, he really wanted to scream. He felt like a fan.
"I just, wanted to make you happy again" you scratched the side of your cheek nervously. He grabbed the small bag with care, scared to even dare to break the moment.
He chuckled "I'm always happy, as long as it's about you" He said honestly. He was tired of lying today, he wanted to be honest right now.
He couldn't handle another common confession. But if you were to do so, he wouldn't lie, he would let you, he would accept you.
He begged the skies to let this moment go as his mind had imagined so many times already.
He just needed you to say it.
"That's nice to hear" you finally smiled "I always want to make you happy"
And so, his heart exploded.
It was vague, but it was totally a confession, right?
Maybe this was your way to say it without putting pressure on him.
Maybe you just didn't want to be another girl that confessed on Valentine's day, maybe you were keeping the exact words for a better day, a day only you two could remember.
He surrounded your body with his arms again, hugging you tightly.
"You don't have to do anything" He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "As long as it's you, i'll be happy"
He didn't care if he made the wrong impression anymore, he was happy.
Your nervous arms placed themselves into his waist, joining into the hug.
"I'm also very happy with you, Toorū"
"SHITTYHEAD! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
"DO NOT RUIN THIS FOR ME RIGHT NOW!"
Guess you all understand now why he thought you were half-confessing, right? Lmao
I'm having so much fun writing these! I hope you enjoy them as much as i do🩵
See you next week for the "confession" finale!
