(The hq boys don’t drink since they are athletes or has high morale)
Characters: Ushijima, Oikawa, Tsukishima
part 1
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
Would pick you up immediately
Listens to your drunk yapping, and actually still gives feedbacks like you were sober: “That doesn’t sound possible.” “It's okay you’ll get it next time”.
Helps you get cleaned up with no awkwardness.
Makes sure you go to bed.
Sits beside the bed until you fall asleep, arms crossed, quietly watching over you.
The next morning, he hands you a warm drink and says in a calm, flat tone: “You drank too much last night.”
Would pick you up the next time like this too. Would willingly pick you up how many times as you want.
Even if you break up, he’ll still pick you up within a phone call.
TSUKISHIMA:
Would say he won’t pick you up from the bar but did it anyways (after 2 hours)
If a friend sent him a video of you twerking or doing sth wild, he would RUSH there.
Insults you -> shoves you in the car -> LEAVES. (Scolds you on the way back too knowing damn well you can’t hear shit)
Sarcastic as hell, claims he doesn’t care. Cares too much.
“Are you proud of yourself?” Typa guy.
Throws you onto the couch, and feels like he just lifted a responsibility off his shoulders
Would still care enough to throw a blanket for you on the couch
Embarrasses you the next morning.
“Oh look who’s still alive? Barely”
“Ok look who's trying to talk back? You who argued with a traffic cone and lost?”
For the next week, he doesn’t let it go and finds every excuse to bring it up.
You’ll never hear the “I’m worried” comfort, but he says “Don’t do this again”.
Oikawa Tooru
Would unwillingly pick you up
Would take 5-10 pics (2 pics of himself suffering and 3 pics of you drunk probably)
Would NOT let you smooch him with that alcohol breath
Thinks you should be picking HIM up, not the other way around. (Mf doesn’t drink)
Shows up looking flawless and judging you through the window before you even get in.
Dramatic sighs the whole ride, complains about everything but still fixes your hair and makes sure you get to bed safely.
The next morning, sends a selfie captioned: “Survived”
“I should be in bed with a facemask right now, not recusing you.” Type person
Pretends to hate every second but secretly likes being the reliable person.
THINGS HQ BOYS DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION YOUR RELATIONSHIP:
I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM CAUSE WTF
Suspect 1
Kita Shinsuke: talks about meeting his grandma all the time
Pretty sure Kita is a straight forward man, if he wants something, then he’ll take it with no intention of hiding his purpose.
He doesn’t need to hide anything. He also makes it very obvious and CLEAR from the start too, and very be confident/ calm about it.
Which is why you are very confused by your relationship, which is VERY AMBIGUOUS.
Situationship? Nah I don’t think this man knows what a situationship is
I also doubt that this man would want to lead anyone on for fun.
Date to marry kinda guy! (BTW I THINK HES ALREADY MARRIED IN THE AUGUST MANGA THIS AUGUST SO CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS TO WHOEVER GETS TO TAP THAT ASS EVERY NIGHT 😡)
Crush? Not quite since he can look you straight in the eyes, talk to you with no shyness, very concise with his words too.
So its been like this for months and you’re confused with your whole situation.
I also think Kita also firmly belives that men should be MAN UP and be one to ask their S/O out FIRST. (Very traditional ig)
You really don’t know your relationship with Shinsuke is at all, he treats you more special than anyone else, but shows no signs that he’s into you. He talks about meeting his grandma all the time like he wants you to be approved by his family but again, you aren’t together. He never leads anyone on, and it's true, but you are very confused.
He also tells you his dreams, his childhood, everything about himself very willingly. And guess what? There was a time when you stayed behind with him until late afternoon, ONCE. And after that, there would always be a chair (customized only for you) and an umbrella reserved only for you in case you decided to stay behind again. That's definitely signs of courting, but again, he doesn't have signs thats hes into you, and to top that up, he isn’t the type to lead anyone on! So what is this behavior?!
You guys do “hangout” . I don't know if it could even qualify as a date since you don’t go out and watch movies together, talk over dinner or just simply a walk in the park. Instead, its those times when he personally goes out to deliver goods (prolly for the Osamu or his neighborhood), you’d sometimes tag along.
You’d sit behind him and his bike (Which he made sure was comfortable enough for you) and quietly tag along while he delivers goods. That's called hanging out no?
Once, you visited Kita when he was clearing up for the day.
“Shinsukeeee!” A voice rang through.
Kita looked up from his farm to see you, waving at him with the brightest smile. It was the busiest month of the year, the time when the wheat has fully grown and its time to harvest. Kita was surprised and happy to see you after a long day’s work.
A smile plastered on his face as you ran to where he was. His hands were full so he couldn’t come to you immediately. One hand holding the stack of wheat. One hand waving at you, signaling you to not come over.
“I’LL COME TO YOU. DON’T COME OVER” Kita shouted across the field.
As happy as he was, it was very dirty over where he was. Not to mention dangerous (for someone who doesn’t have boots and little knowledge of the farm)
“HAAAA?!” You said as you continued to run to him, couldn’t hear him properly, the field was pretty big.
“I SAID DON’T COME O-“
Before Kita could finish his sentence, you slipped on mud and fell down the wheat farm.
Kita immediately dropped the wheat stack he was holding, dropped what he what he was doing and rushed over to your side.
You were covered in mud and a lot of dirty other things, your clothes were also stained.
And before you knew it, he was already by your side and started checking if there were any injuries. “Are you okay?” Kita frantically asked.
Your brain couldn’t load properly, but because you were concussed, you were too embarrassed to answer
You couldn’t look at him in the eyes. I mean, you did really like Kita (WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE READING THIS RIGHT??), and who on earth would want to be embarrassed in front of their crush?
You looked anywhere instead of him. Too embarrassed to see his face or answer. Maybe you should just stand up and run home, rather than facing him. But before you could do any of that, Kita already had one hand behind your back, the other hoisting you up and heading towards the barn.
(He took your silence as ‘I'm dying, please help’.)
He sat you down as soon as possible, ran to take a med kit and kneeled down to tend to your knees.
Honestly it was light work, you felt more embarrassed and in pain. Sure, a few stings and stuff when he tends to your knee wound, but no biggie.
And for the first time, you see him frown at you. Not because of disappointment, no? Maybe?? But because of worry. It made you hitch a breath.
After he’s done, he starts scolding you, about how careless you were. His words gave you the chills and it made you wish you had been more careful, but his actions make you wanna fall down the wheat farm over and over again if this moment could stay forever.
Then his hand moved to your hair to remove the wheat that was still stuck. You tensed as his fingers brushed beside your ears as he sighed. And you were as red as a tomato by the time he's done.
Then, he started to bring up meeting his grandma again, This was probably the last straw for you. “I was planning on inviting ya over to dinner with grands today, but l-“
Before he could reach to wipe your mud covered face, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
THINGS HQ BOYS DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION YOUR RELATIONSHIP:
I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM CAUSE WTF
Suspect 1
Kita Shinsuke: talks about meeting his grandma all the time
Pretty sure Kita is a straight forward man, if he wants something, then he’ll take it with no intention of hiding his purpose.
He doesn’t need to hide anything. He also makes it very obvious and CLEAR from the start too, and very be confident/ calm about it.
Which is why you are very confused by your relationship, which is VERY AMBIGUOUS.
Situationship? Nah I don’t think this man knows what a situationship is
I also doubt that this man would want to lead anyone on for fun.
Date to marry kinda guy! (BTW I THINK HES ALREADY MARRIED IN THE AUGUST MANGA THIS AUGUST SO CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS TO WHOEVER GETS TO TAP THAT ASS EVERY NIGHT 😡)
Crush? Not quite since he can look you straight in the eyes, talk to you with no shyness, very concise with his words too.
So its been like this for months and you’re confused with your whole situation.
I also think Kita also firmly believes that all men should MAN UP and be one to ask their S/O out FIRST. (Very traditional ig)
So you really don’t know what your relationship with Shinsuke is at all, he treats you more special than anyone else, but shows no signs that he’s into you. He talks about meeting his grandma all the time like he wants you to be approved by his family but again, you aren’t together. He never leads anyone on, and it's true, but you are very confused.
He also tells you his dreams, his childhood, everything about himself very willingly. And guess what? There was a time when you stayed behind with him until late afternoon, ONCE. And after that, there would always be a chair (customized only for you) and an umbrella reserved only for you in case you decided to stay behind again. That's definitely signs of courting, but again, he doesn't have signs thats hes into you, and to top that up, he isn’t the type to lead anyone on! So what is this behavior?!
You guys do “hangout” . I don't know if it could even qualify as a date since you don’t go out and watch movies together, talk over dinner or just simply a walk in the park. Instead, its those times when he personally goes out to deliver goods (prolly for the Osamu or his neighborhood), you’d sometimes tag along.
You’d sit behind him and his bike (Which he made sure was comfortable enough for you) and quietly tag along while he delivers goods. That's called hanging out no?
Once, you visited Kita when he was clearing up for the day.
“Shinsukeeee!” A voice rang through.
Kita looked up from his farm to see you, waving at him with the brightest smile. It was the busiest month of the year, the time when the wheat has fully grown and its time to harvest. Kita was surprised and happy to see you after a long day’s work.
A smile plastered on his face as you ran to where he was. His hands were full so he couldn’t come to you immediately. One hand holding the stack of wheat. One hand waving at you, signaling you to not come over.
“I’LL COME TO YOU. DON’T COME OVER” Kita shouted across the field.
As happy as he was, it was very dirty over where he was. Not to mention dangerous (for someone who doesn’t have boots and little knowledge of the farm)
“HAAAA?!” You said as you continued to run to him, couldn’t hear him properly, the field was pretty big.
“I SAID DON’T COME O-“
Before Kita could finish his sentence, you slipped on mud and fell down the wheat farm.
Kita immediately dropped the wheat stack he was holding, dropped what he what he was doing and rushed over to your side.
You were covered in mud and a lot of dirty other things, your clothes were also stained.
And before you knew it, he was already by your side and started checking if there were any injuries. “Are you okay?” Kita frantically asked.
Your brain couldn’t load properly, but because you were concussed, you were too embarrassed to answer
You couldn’t look at him in the eyes. I mean, you did really like Kita (WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE READING THIS RIGHT??), and who on earth would want to be embarrassed in front of their crush?
You looked anywhere instead of him. Too embarrassed to see his face or answer. Maybe you should just stand up and run home, rather than facing him. But before you could do any of that, Kita already had one hand behind your back, the other hoisting you up and heading towards the barn.
(He took your silence as ‘I'm dying, please help’.)
He sat you down as soon as possible, ran to take a med kit and kneeled down to tend to your knees.
Honestly it was light work, you felt more embarrassed and in pain. Sure, a few stings and stuff when he tends to your knee wound, but no biggie.
And for the first time, you see him frown at you. Not because of disappointment, no? Maybe?? But because of worry. It made you hitch a breath.
After he’s done, he starts scolding you, about how careless you were. His words gave you the chills and it made you wish you had been more careful, but his actions make you wanna fall down the wheat farm over and over again if this moment could stay forever.
Then his hand moved to your hair to remove the wheat that was still stuck. You tensed as his fingers brushed beside your ears as he sighed. And you were as red as a tomato by the time he's done.
Then, he started to bring up meeting his grandma again, This was probably the last straw for you. “I was planning on inviting ya over to dinner with grands today, but l-“
Before he could reach to wipe your mud covered face, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
Hi! So now that I’ve got your attention! heres a fic that I wrote months ago but only recently posted. Seriously check it out! And go easy on me.
no warning tags btw, oh and please dont hate them after this
Sypnosis: You have been married to Suguru Geto for years. Geto was a gay man but for the sake of his reputation, he chose to marry a woman to cover up his true identity and desire. After marriage Geto still kept Satoru in close contact and had affairs with him.
You only find out after 5 years of marriage that this was only to cover up for Suguru true feelings. Anger and sorrow and confusion consumed. You were unable to face the truth and decided to flee the country and only returned after Surugu’s death. There you had a conversation with Satoru Gojo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(Story was written in another language then translated by me)
Sypnosis:
You, the one who left this world three years ago. And yet now, here you are, standing in front of him again.
In a battle of life and death between him and the Flame reaver, Phainon was badly wounded. And between the border of life and death, he met you again, someone who is stuck on the other side forever.
Phainon awakens.
He’s lying in the middle of a boundless field, where the horizon melts into gold and sky. There are no corpses, no flames, no reek of blood. Just silence. Just warmth.
And moments ago, he had been bleeding. Fighting. Dying.
Locked in brutal combat with the Flame Reaver. Its blade had carved through him, the pain was still ringing in his skull.
Now, none of that remained. No ashes. No echoes. Just golden light seeping gently across the field like a memory refusing to burn.
This place… it felt almost sacred.
Like a half-forgotten dream of his mother’s homeland. Too quiet, too peaceful.
But most importantly, too good to be true.
It's like the world was whispering to him. Telling him he could rest now. That it was okay to stop.
But he knew this wasn’t real.
This was the brink. The soft shore of Lethe, where those on the edge come to breathe one last time. But still,
"So tired..."
He let the words fall out, as his eyes fluttered shut. He stopped bracing. Stopped holding on. Let himself drift, weightless, into something between dream and death.
Then your voice pulled him back.
“Look who finally decided to wake up!"
That voice. . so clear, so familiar. And real in a way that dreams could never imitate.
“Ya know, If you snooze any longer, you'd be sleeping for.e.ver~ ” you hummed.
His breath caught.
That voice. That teasing lilt, like you were still playing games with him.
Your silhouette stood against the light, smile unchanged, like the past three years hadn’t happened. Like you hadn’t been swallowed by that void.
“You…”
His voice trembled, smaller than it had ever been. “Why are you here?”
You tilted your head. “Phainon’s learned how to ask questions?"
Your laugh, warm and sharp, cut right into him. It almost hurt.
“If I were still alive, maybe I could’ve helped you fight that thing."
You breathed out, a soft sigh, but the light never left your eyes.
He couldn’t look away. And for the first time in forever, the burning inside him, the rage, the guilt, the ceaseless motion fell still.
“You look like hell, by the way. You’ve lost weight. And your eyes… looks like you haven't slept for years, Kaslana! What did I miss?”
That was all it took.
His voice cracked. His body shook. And the tears came, harsh and sudden.
Because no one had said his name like that in three years.
You pulled him close instantly, arms tight and steady, panicking. You didn't expect him to cry right now.
“Oh- I’m sorry . You can tell me what happened!”
He nodded, wiping his face on his sleeve. A crooked smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.
And he started talking. Not about himself first of course, he talked about everyone.
First, he talked about the others. Mydei, Aglea, All the people who had come and gone, some leaving scars, some leaving memories.
“Mydei’s still hard to deal with,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“When we were kids, I’d steal his tools, mess with his settings. I thought he’d forget eventually and guess what!”
He paused.
“He didn’t.”
That crooked smile softened.
“Aglea’s still Aglea. Oh and also Tribbies!"
Then, as he spoke, his shoulders loosened. His tone lightened. He kept talking. Story after story, painting them in the air for you to catch up on what you’d missed.
But then his voice slowed.
The names began to carry weight.
Some were dead. Taken by the Flame Reaver’s blade, or worse.
Some were gone. Reassigned, forgotten,
And some had simply walked away.
And you. You had disappeared before all of that. Too early. Too completely.
He turned to you now.
“Y/N…”
He whispered your name like it was holy. Then he sat up, eyes burning in a different way.
“Close your eyes.”
You blinked. “What?”
He grinned faintly. That same sharp edge as when you first met.
“Trust me.”
You gave him a look. But then you nodded.
“Fine. Just… don’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t.”
He leaned closer, gently placing a hand over your eyes, making sure you weren't taking a peek at any sort.
The world narrowed. His breath warmed your cheek. His hand trembled just slightly, but it stayed.
Then, in the silence between one heartbeat and the next—
He kissed you.
No warning. No heads up. No apology.
Just everything he had been holding in. All the longing. The grief. The wish that he’d said something earlier.
His lips met yours like he had nothing left to lose.
And for once, he didn’t.
This was not a kiss of farewell. Not a goodbye.
This was a memory, carved deep enough to follow him back to life.
A soft, lingering truth, spoken without words.
I miss you. Please, let me be selfish. Just for now.
Slowly, he pulled away.
His forehead rested against yours. Your breath tangled together.
“Thank you,” he whispered, voice tight. “For staying. Even if it’s just in here.”
The golden field around you began to break.
Light fractured. The illusion came undone. But this time, he didn’t flinch.
It wasn’t the end.
It was his answer.
Phainon stood, clenching his fist. He lowered his head in silence, one last thank-you.
Then the world shattered.
And when he opened his eyes,
The Flame Reaver stood in front of him again, smoke curling from its joints, blade raised high.
Pain screamed back into his nerves. His chest burned. His vision swam.
But he was standing.
And this time, there was no hesitation in him.
That meeting had been brief. Maybe too brief. Maybe just a trick of the mind.
He didn’t know if it had truly been you.
Maybe it was only his own heart, desperate to survive, clinging to the last piece of light it remembered.
A fleeting crossing of two worlds, where nothing could be said fully. Nothing could be held long enough.
Context: Random thoughts on Ushijima as your childhood best friend. Friends to lovers
Ushijima who has liked you since kindergarten. His dad thought it was only a puppy crush and didn’t pay too much mind to it since he thought it would eventually go away once he grew up (It didn’t).
Ushijima father was shocked when he saw his son holding hands with someone’s daughter at the playground. She was eating a lollipop, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world while his son stared with bright big eyes, slightly red cheeks and biggest smile in the world.
Ushijima who saw you were the prettiest girl in the world and has developed a crush on you since kindergarten. He drowned himself in fairytales, daydreamed and drew his thoughts, that being him as the prince and you as the princess that needed recusing. He drew it after much consideration and decided to give to you it as a birthday gift.
Ushijima who got you a lollipop and drawing as a gift, he intended them as offerings to confess, but standing face to face with you got him all shy and words died up in his mouth .
Ushijima who finally gather up all his courage to confess but you couldn't understand. Despite his words being straightforward “I like you", you couldn’t comprehend his words or actions, but you knew candy, and it is delicious so you took his offerings anyways “Yummy, thanks!”.
Ushijima who didn’t think much and thought you and him were together officially since you accepted his gift offering.
Ushijima’s dad was shocked to see he brought a friend home, a little girl from daycare home to play in the front yard. His dad’s mouth hung open in disbelief. He couldn’t quite put his shock into words.. “Kids these days they grow up too fast. Or am I living too slow?” Or “I raised a gentleman” after seeing how much he cared for you.
(His dad also started to welcome you home more often, inviting you to dinner and coming over to hang out with his son.)
You who weren't good at remembering things, so you couldn’t remember much in pre school. Your memories start as soon as elementary. All you knew was there was this boy who spawned in your life and has never left since kindergarten. But he was nice and caring so you didn’t mind his presence.
You also found out he just yaps a lot around you specifically, and finds it endearing. He talks a lot but it isn’t annoying, instead you found his bluntness funny at times.
Ushijima who would always walk you home, and would even dare to be late to practices to walk you home (or at least to the bus station if you insist that you could go home by yourself).
He would walk you home then run back to school or sometimes ask you to stay during volleyball practices.
You didn’t mind staying behind to wait for him. You often found yourself dosing off and waking up while he was piggybacking you home actually. (This continued all the was up to high school)
Ushijima was famous for his strength at a young age. And once, he spiked so hard that the ball flew off course and went straight to your face.
Ushijima genuinely thought he had killed you because the hit was pretty hard, and it made you lay there like you were unconscious. Internally, he was panicking. He thought this was the end and you’re breaking up with him. He immediately rushed over to check your condition while silently blaming himself for hitting so hard.
He was only assured when you started moving again and laughed at the situation while continuously assuring him since he looked really sad and remorseful. (He started practicing his spike control a lot more since he didn’t want that to happen again).
You who started going to his volleyball matches since elementary and found it interesting. Every time he scores. especially a hard one (triple blockers, scoring while his form was still crumbling, surprising the team by using right hand, you name it), he would immediately look for you in a crowd and you only continue playing once you gave him a nod or thumbs up or something like a signal of approval.
Ushijima who was strong and healthy most his life, so when he does get sick, it means the fever is really bad and he just dies immediately.
You remember visiting him after school to give him get better cards from his teammates and classmates, he insists that he could sit up but you told him he should just rest and he immediately complied.
You read him all the letter people sent and even helped writing his thank you letter to everyone that day. You could tell the fever was bad since he kept looking at the ceiling while squinting his eyes, trying to think of words. The fever was so bad that he could only see and see blurry lines.
Then, you fed him soup and medicine that his dad left behind before work, tugged him to bed and went home. (He takes 3-4 days to recover average)
In high school, volleyball started getting really competitive and he would always stay behind after school to practice. It was also during this time that you realized he was changing. (Or something inside you were changing).
His shoulders were broader and he looked more reliable than ever, but most noticeably, his features were getting more defined. In middle school, you could sometimes see his ears go red whenever he gets a compliment thanks from nice old ladies for helping with carrying their groceries bags, but it slowly disappeared once he started high school. Now he just nods.
You started developing feelings for him during high school too an, saw signs that he reciprocated the same sentiment. He would buy stuff for you from the cafeteria or vending machine, stuffing your mouth with food, insisting that you should eat more (He did this in middle school occasionally), while stroking your cheek (now this, THIS is something He didn’t do this before high school, was he getting more bold? I wonder who taught him)
Ushijima has spare hair ties in his bag since he knows you would sometimes forget your own and learned how to tie your hair up for you.
Piggy backs home from practice upgrade to princess carry and then there was the occasional flowers every month, complying to your wishes without much thought.
These made you confused, you guys weren’t a thing (you guys were, for Ushijima) his teammates asked who you were and he would always casually say you were together, proud and clear. So Tendou gave him tips about how to keep this relationship stable.
Actually he was always this caring since kindergarten, but things just got more prominent as high school came, thanks to the help of Tendou, Ushijima acted more boyfriend like, instead of a best friend.
Sometimes you guys would plan a two people hangout, and you did it once more today. You were confused with Ushijima during this time and internally panicked so you also invited Tendou to tag along to the amusement park trip without thinking.
On the day of the hangout, you found Ushijima getting even bolder. You caught him inhaling the scent your hair, putting hands on your side to keep you from being lost, looking at you with those eyes. And to make things more confusing, during important parts, Tendou would disappear among the crowds.
The whole day was awkward, at least for you it was, and on the last stop, Tendou disappeared once more. “You guys go ahead, im afraid of heights.” Tendou chirped as he happily pushed you guys onto the ferris wheel.
You were quiet the whole ride, and to top it off, Ushijima looked hella good today, especially under the radiance of the sunset. “Damn it” you quietly mumbled.
“Are you alright? You’ve been awful quiet” Ushijima said as he looked at you, voice laced with concern. There it is, that expression that eye contact and especially the look in his eyes. The face that never makes your heart flutter every time.
Looking at him now would only complicate the situation more so you started panicking and tried looked anywhere, everywhere but him.
“Y-yeah im fine its just-” Before you could finish your sentence, he placed his hand on your forehead, checking for temperature and the words died in your throat actually.
“You’re red. Are you really fine?” He looks at you while squinting his eyes. Which made you panicked and quickly slapped his hands off and stood up to a level that he couldn’t touch your face.
Now this is just unfair, your panic wasn’t completely unreasonable and uncalled for but it made you feel bad about yourself. A confusion and shock now display on his face. He squints his eyes slightly like he was thinking something. You don’t know what he is thinking but he was probably shock and hurt.
“I- sorry- It’s just” You panicked and sat back down with your hands covering your face.
“I don’t know how to feel these past few days.” You started “You’re making me confused every time you look at he with those eyes!”
“What eyes?” Ushijima said as he slowly cups your hand as he slowly guides it off from your face.
“THOSE!” You said as you once more panicked.
”Ushijima Wakatoshi, you’ve made me VERY confused with MY. FEELINGS. Sometimes, I FEEL like you act like MY BOYFRIEND, but then you’ve been my friend for WHO KNOWS HOW LONG, I CAN’T TELL IF I’M LOSING MY MIND OR IF YOU’RE JUST MESSING WITH ME.
Ive tried to calm down, and tell myself, ‘No, he’s just your friend, you’re overthinking,’ but then BAM you say something that makes me think, Wait. Is he?? Is he actually into me. LIKE WHAT?!?!?
Im tired! You’ve blurred the line of our relationship and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t affect- IN WHICH A LOT.
WAKATOSHI, I- I THINK I LIKE YOU, A LOT”
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Silence.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and he just stares at you.
“Sorry-“ You quickly murmured, misreading the silence as rejection.
”Wait, sorry I’m just shocked.” Ushijima quickly assured “I thought we were already a thing.”
“Huh?” You looked at him with confusion.
-
Turns out Ushijima genuinely thought you were dating ever since preschool.
“Remember that candy I gave you? I that was my offerings for you to be my girlfriend.” He started talking about how happy he was that day, and he thought of 1000 scenarios of him meeting you and getting approval from your parents already.
This made you laugh out loud. You couldn’t believe it, Ushijima was really a dork.
“I guess it can’t be helped, but I noticed how you were really down today so I bought the same candy as I did that day.” He admitted as he gave you the lollipop
“Come to think of it, we were still kids back then, and I didn’t know a thing about, like… love or relationships. All I knew was that you were the prettiest girl in the world, so I confessed immediately.”
He paused, eyes softer now.
“But as days went by, I found myself falling harder for you. I like how you laugh, how you talk, how you look, how you treat others, how you treat me… and a million more things I could say. Everything about you amazes me.”
Then he looked straight at you.
“So this time… I want to confess again. Not to the prettiest girl in the world, but to you. Just you. The real you.”
“I like you, Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend and make it official?”
Aren’t you the luckiest girl in the world right now?
Sypnosis: OIKAWA HAS A TOO-CHILL-TO-BE-GOOD PARTNER. (Gender Neutral)
Oikawa Tooru was naturally good with people, his ability to make girls fall for his charm somewhat made boys his age wish they were him (or wish he’d fall down the stairs).
During his career in Argentina, Oikawa’s fanbase exploded. What once was a local swarm of schoolgirls had become an international community of fans, cheering for him from all corners of the world. He’d be swarmed by admirers, girls giggling as they handed him homemade chocolate, boys crying their eyes out as their girlfriends asked Oikawa for pictures. And he never even tried to hide his satisfaction.
His life was going good, no one was stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter. But that was his exact problem. NO ONE was stopping him, not even his FUTURE FIANCE.
When they first started dating, he knew his partner was chill, easygoing, the type to go with the flow and not cause a scene. It was refreshing, really. No clinging (Perfect since he has volleyball practice almost everyday), no dramatic jealousy (Perfect for his fangirls), no constant need for reassurance.
But as time went on (It's been 3 months), he found this “chill guy” act was starting to make him grow restless.
To be more specific, once, after a particularly intense match, he barely had time to catch his breath before he was swarmed with female interviewers flashing cameras, girls chanting his name, gifts being pushed into his arms like offerings.
The sheer amount of fangirls could make anyone suffocate. And honestly? It was starting to get to him today. He was scanning the crowd, almost instinctively looking for an exit, when his eyes landed on his s/o, standing a few feet away. Calm. Unbothered. Giving him a thumbs-up and a lopsided smile like “You’ve got this.”
No jealousy. No possessiveness. And weirdly, it made something twist in his chest.
“H-hey, Wait!” He tried reaching out before his s/o disappeared into the locker room.
This was his first time having to face a crisis like this. His last girlfriends or partners were all demanding. They were the definition of high-maintenance. They needed constant texting, nightly calls, reassurance every five minutes, you name it! tracking his location, mood swings over liked photos, cryptic “we need to talk” texts at 1 a.m. leading to them breaking up with HIM.
But this?
This calm, steady presence beside him who didn’t ask for much, who didn’t even seem to want anything and thought out everything before telling him, that was new.
And he didn’t know if it was comforting… or quietly terrifying.
He's scared that one day they’d just decided to break up with him. Leave him high and he’d only realize it when he came home to an empty apartment.
Nah, that wouldn’t happen, but he also thought that would happen and decided to test the water anyways😊👍.
One night, after a long shower and an even longer day, Oikawa flopped onto the bed with damp hair and a towel still slung around his neck. His skin was warm, his limbs tired.
“Jeez,” he muttered, propping himself up lazily, his voice still laced with disbelief. “One of the reporters shamelessly asked me out on live TV today. Even though the team explicitly told everyone I’m not available!”
There was a pause. Then, without looking up from their phone, his partner replied, “Wow, you really attract gremlins!” giggling.
“She slipped me her hotel keycard afterwards!” he added, sitting up straighter now, eyes more focused like he was looking for something.
That earned a real reaction from his partner, their eyes widened slightly, caught between surprise and disbelief then quickly changed.
“Well you probably told her off like you always do to girls who go too far right?” they asked, flashing a thumbs up and a big smile.
Oikawa stared, disbelief again. “Yeah of course I did! I threw it away, alright?” he added quickly. “Didn’t even look at the room number.”
A long pause.
“…Was it a suite?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t check!”
They laughed, flopping back on the bed while he groaned dramatically beside them.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “This is the thanks I get for being loyal?”
Then that classic Oikawa half-pout appeared again. “You could be a little jealous, you know..”
A silence followed after. Instead of answering, they leaned in and started smothering kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, practically everywhere relentlessly.
“Wha—hey! Wait—!” he laughed, squirming under the sudden affection. “Okay, okay! I get it! You care, you little menace—”
“Jealous enough for you?”
He looked dazed. And a little pink in the face.
“...That’ll do.”
Part 1
Sypnosis: Kageyama spends too much time sleeping in class with his back facing you, and somehow, you ended up remembering the curve of his shoulders more clearly than his face. After graduating, you travelled abroad to continue your studies and the king of the court's silhouette is engraved in your mind. Now that you've both grown up what will happen?
(Story could contain cliche scenes BUT ONLY WHEN BOTH WAS IN HIGHSCHOOL)
“Kageyama?”
You stood there staring at the silhouette of your highschool days. The world was really small wasn’t it?
Though your voice was barely above whisper compared to the swarm of fans surrounding him, somehow Kage turned around, eyes locking with yours like no time had passed at all.
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Kageyama pov
His eyes immediately flashed with recognition. Without missing a beat, he made quick work of signing the autographs and motioned to your place immediately.
He couldn’t believe it, you finally returned to Japan after so many years abroad and he didn’t know a thing?!
Was this a dream? probably not. But he slammed both hands on his face on the way to make sure he wasn’t anyways.
Slam
(The slap was hard enough to make a few fans nearby jump.)
“When did you get back?” was the first thing he said after he made his way to your place.
You froze, for a second but he saw it. Then your hands flew to your hips. “Well, aren’t you fast? A ‘hello’ would be nice. Is that how you greet your good old tutor?” You smiled widely.
He blinked, his mouth parting slightly. He hadn’t even realized the words had come out.
“I—sorry. Hello.” Then, without thinking, he gave a small, stiff bow.
You laughed like this was very amusing. “Still as socially graceful as ever, huh?”
Honestly, he didn’t know what to say, so he instinctively scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking toward the few lingering fans still whispering nearby. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”
He quickly changed the subjects to something else, eager to change the subject rather than dwell on his awkwardness.
“Yeah, well… surprise.” You shrugged. “Didn’t expect to see a familiar face (or should I say back) either.”
He let out a soft breath, he wasn’t sure whether to smile or tense up.
“So,” you said, tilting your head “How have you been? Still having a hard time learning English?”
He felt himself jumping slightly at that. His mind wandered to the old cheat sheet you made for him during your highschool days. Still tucked away in his work desk, he’d still sometimes revise it whenever he had an international interview.
“I… might’ve.. a little,” he said, as he glanced away. “But don’t ask me to prove it.”
_
Reader pov
The answer came out awkward, stiff, but undeniably Kageyama. You tried your best to hold in your laugh from Kageyama’s behavior.
First, his face was RED (from his slap). Second, he was still the kageyama from highschool days (You could tell since he still bowed down while saying “hi” like the muscle memory from his high school days kicked in before his brain could catch up).
Nevertheless, it was nice. Despite losing contact for so long, you guys still have topics to talk about, even though you could tell that the Kageyama is VERY AWKWARD right now.
“Really?” you teased, You knew that look. He always glanced away when he was hiding something. And judging by how quickly he broke eye contact, you were right on target. “You sure that’s all?” You couldn’t help it. You have every intention to tease him for his reaction.
Kageyama stiffened, looking away a little too quickly. “Well..”
You raised an eyebrow. “Come on” You mused “Are you really really sure?”
His shoulders tensed. He hesitated, then let out a short sigh, barely audible over the hum of the crowd. “…I might still-”
“Lil sis!” Your brother's voice rang through the room as he made his way over to your side, which successfully saved Kage from your claws.
With a swift motion, an arm was draped over your head. “Woah you know this guy? Lil sis! This is the setter I’ve been talking about!”
Your expression changed from smiling at Kage to glaring. “Well, his name is Tobio Kageyama, and yeah we went to the same class in highschool, Not-That-Much-Of-A-Deal-Anyways, BUT you wouldn't know since you’re always anywhere but HOME!” You said as you forcefully shoved your brother away.
“Shit!” Your brother said loudly, but he extended his hand to Kageyama anyways “My name is-”
“I know you, I’ve seen you on the court,” Kageyama said ,as he shook your brother’s hand.. “You’re a formidable setter.”
Your brother brightened at the compliment, until Kageyama stepped forward and his expression sharpened. “What’s your jump set like? How consistent is your timing with the spiker? Do you run combination plays or just stick to quicks? What's your average serve speed?. . etc . etc. .”
Your brother blinked, visibly shrinking under the sudden interrogation. “Uh—uh, I—I mean, I usually just—wait, what?” “Where did you learn to do those-”
“WOAH HAHA” You cut Kage off before he could go overboard. “Wow! when my brother said he was facing a formidable opponent, I actually didn’t expect it to be you!”
“Wow! the earth really is small, no?” Your brother added. “Anyways I gotta borrow my sister for a minute. Some fans want to take pictures with me ykyk! Nice meeting you tho!” Your brother said as he dragged you away.
But before you could go too far, you felt a hand grab your wrist. “Wait! Are you free anytime this week?” Kage asked, carefully.
_
THROWBACK TO HIGH SCHOOL
(AUTHOR POV)
Tobio Kageyama had sat next to her for three months. Three months and yet she couldn’t remember his face.
She only ever saw him during class, and even then, he’d always be asleep with his head buried in his folded arms, back turned toward her.
Everytime the class gets boring, her mind would start wandering around the classroom. And everytime her attention lands on Tobio, and she’d only catch the faint rise and fall of his shoulders.
His back was definitely broad. Not in a showy, bulky way, but neither narrow nor willowy. His build was balanced and compact, just enough to show he was undeniably athletic. ‘Is he asleep in class since he spends too much time working out?’
‘What a strange person,’ she thought. Always asleep.
‘Could it be because of the teacher?’ No. He was like that in every class. No matter the subject, he’d always be dozing off. The reason he could sleep in every class was because
Teachers had called him out many times before, but they eventually gave up. Once they realized he’d just keep doing the same thing, they stopped bothering.
“Mr. Tobio!” the teacher called.
Kageyama jumped slightly in his seat. The sharp tone caught your attention too.
“What’s your answer to question 12. c?” the teacher asked.
You glanced over, curious. ‘This Tobio was surprisingly calm for someone who’s been asleep the whole period. Dang,’ you thought to yourself. ‘But judging from the way he’s muttering under his breath… there’s no way he’s got the answer’.
On the other hand though, Tobio was freaking out! He was having an internal panic. But all he could muster was “Uh… ah…”. ‘Dang’ he thought to himself ‘I’m screwed’
On your side, you sighed. With a quick flick of your pen, you slid your notes across the desk and pointed discreetly to the answers.
His eyes flicked to the page, then to you. There was a moment of hesitation, but he gave the smallest nod and began reciting the answer. Correctly, to everyone's surprise.
The teacher paused, eyebrows raised. “...Correct.”
A ripple of quiet laughter spread through the class. Kageyama kept his gaze forward, as if nothing unusual had happened.
‘This guy is never going to graduate’ You thought to yourself.
_
Kageyama pov
"Move, idiot, move!" It took everything in his body to push himself forward. He grabbed your hand and asked “Are you… um, free this week?” he managed to ask, his voice tighter than a tense set.
‘Why is my throat so dry?? Damn it!’ Panic flickered behind his eyes. He felt himself getting more embarrassed by the second.
(This guy has played so many volleyball tournament, faced so many formidable opponent, yet asking for and old friend’s number made him feel like he was facing off Oikawa in a big tournament)
You and your brother turned to him. “Oh! Uhm, this weekend?”
“Here” You quickly took the phone from his hand and put your number on his Iphone 16 promax and return it.
“By the way your face is getting redder from the slap you did to yourself earlier” You pointed out.
Kageyama’s eyes widened, he was so tense from asking for your number he didn’t notice himself “Oh- I didn’t realize”.
You took the initiative and continued “Well gotta go help my brother, call me later!”
_
YOU POV
The school bell rang, and the halls instantly erupted with noisy kids flooding out of classrooms like a swarm of hungry zombies. You were calmly packing your bag, ready to head out, when a shadow loomed beside your desk.
You felt a sudden chill sweep across your right side. It raised goosebumps down your arm (Couldn’t be the classroom window cause it was CLOSED and on your LEFT). 'WTF WAS THAT, IS THIS BECAUSE I SKIPPED CHURCH LAST WEEK? OH GOD THE EVIL SPIRITS ARE AFTER ME NOW' You were internally panicking.
Slowly, and cautiously, you turned your head to the right. And it was Kageyama, staring at you intensely.
“PLEASE TUTOR ME IN ENGLISH!”
“I’LL GIVE YOU ALL MY LUNCH MONEY!”
“Huh?”
“Ha?”
He raised his head after your words and you blink at his.
“What? Uh, no, sorry—I’m kinda busy lately.” You coughed, covering up your embarrassing interaction.
“Please! If I don’t pass this midterm exam, I might not be able to play volleyball.” He said, a little more urgent now. His head was back to bowing down at a 90 degree angle.
But anyways, that gave you pause. He looked genuinely.. distressed. Which made you sighed.
His face shifted, confusion creeping in. “Oh—uh, it’s fine if you don’t. I'll figure something else out—”
“You know what? Fine,” you continued “Sorry, I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”
He blinked. “Surprised?”
“I didn’t think someone like you would actually care for studying,” you said with a smirk. “I mean you sleep most classes so you don’t seem to care about studying. But why me though?”
He paused for a second, then spoke again. “As for why you… I mean, you’re pretty good at English, right? You helped me answer that question today.”
You tilted your head, curious. “And?”
“I have a friend. Tsukishima. He’s good at it too, but…”
“But?” you pressed.
“I’d rather die than ask him for help. I’d rather study, revise, and test all by myself.”
Your eyes widened at how dead-serious he sounded, like he meant it literally. Then you burst out laughing “Alright, alright! How about tomorrow after school, I’ll tutor you for an hour. Every Thursday until midterm exam.”
His face lit up, just a little though. “Really?!”
“Yeah. I like people like you,” you said with a grin, tossing your bag over your shoulder. “You're too blunt for your own good, but it’s kinda refreshing.”
Kageyama nodded. “Okay! I’ll pay you pay, I promise”
“Alright! bye” You said as you left.
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KAGEYAMA POV
It was 9:43 PM.
The match had ended hours ago. Now he was sprawled on his bed, the lights off, the only glow coming from his phone as he faced a new dilemma: how the hell was he supposed to text you?
You
Someone he hadn’t seen in years.
Someone who randomly showed up today and somehow, somehow, ended up giving him your number.
Now he was staring at the chat screen with your name at the top, blank and intimidating.
“Hey, this is Kageyama.” Backspaced it. Too dry.
“It’s Tobio Kageyama.” No duh, he thought, scowling.
He typed again.
“Thanks for earlier. I’ll see you this Weekend?” Too confident..
He sighed and dropped the phone on his chest, staring at the ceiling. His brain was short-circuiting, just like it had earlier when you’d smiled at him and casually said, “Just text me.”
Oh god, he thought, this was like the first time he had asked you for tutoring English that he had to collect all the extrovertedness he had to ask a stranger for help.
(I mean it was less intimidating since this time you actually know each other but whatever)
He ran a hand through his hair, groaning. Then, before he could chicken out again, he typed:
“Hey. It’s Kageyama.”
He hit Send. Immediately rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow. And waited.
Sypnosis: Oikawa was home sick when he unexpectedly met a girl from his hometown. Though they had never crossed paths before, something between them clicked instantly. They wandered through Argentina together like star-crossed lovers, sharing quiet moments and sudden laughter. She had come here to unwind after the weight of overwork and ended up finding something far more meaningful.
tags: Hurt/comfort, homesick Oikawa, Argentina settings, implied sexual content, Reader is a little bit reserved and confused with Oikawa actions, instant click, Fast relationship but not rushed
W/c: 2.5k
Life gets a little boring. It’s the same thing every day.
Waking up at 7, making yourself presentable, going to work.
Working until 5, drinking with colleagues and business partners until it’s too late, dragging yourself home before 1 AM to avoid those colleagues who get too comfortable when drunk.
Running on the tiniest amount of sleep, just to wake up early and do it all over again, pretending to be perfect.
It’s tiring.
The worst part is knowing this never-ending loop might actually be the death of you.
You can already imagine the headline: “Young JVA Employee Dies of Overwork and Chronic Bullshit.”
Tragic. Predictable.
Somewhere along the way, life got so exhausting that the idea of running away started sounding less like a fantasy and more like a necessity.
Honestly, you’d trade it all just to be a kid again. Playing with kids in the neighbourhood with nothing to worry about and freeloading off your parents like there's no tomorrow.
At some point, the exhaustion started gnawing at more than just your body, so putting it as “burnout” is an understatement. This is an accumulation of 10 years of grief and suffering! Sure the job was quite well off and your boss was pretty easygoing, but the routine was taking its toll on your mental health.
So you did the reasonable thing, you quit. Just like that. Walked out, went home, and stayed there, sorry Kuroo but this bs is gonna kill me. Rotting in bed, eating whatever didn’t require effort, ignoring texts until even that felt too hard.
You were rotting away when one day, a friend dragged you out and somehow convinced you that “You need to get away.”
Next thing you knew, they were booking a trip to Argentina, and you were like “Screw it” while draining half your savings to go with them.
What's the point of having money when you can’t spend it? You’re gonna get the money back anyways, but a hot girl’s trip to Argentina in your 20s? never!
Your trip to Argentina turned out to be exactly what you didn’t know you needed.
You and your friends made a list: tourist spots, local food to try, museums you’d pretend to appreciate, street markets to get lost in, . . .
Every item ticked off one by one, you actually did it all.
For once, life wasn’t about deadlines or expectations. It was just you, and yourself. All you needed to focus on was yourself and you were healing. You felt alive! Not just surviving. It felt like the universe was finally giving you space to exist as more than a tired version of who you used to be.
Your itinerary was nearly complete, your energy slowly coming back to life. Those days laughing with your friends, sleeping through the night, waking up without that dull, familiar ache in your chest. Now you can die knowing you’ve lived.
But then the unexpected twist came, the bullet point that wasn’t penciled into the trip notes.
The culprit?
Oikawa Tooru.
You were out with your friends at a local bar and were drunk asf, your head was blasting with the loud music, everything was messy and glowing.
Hot girls’ vacation? Peak success.
You were tipsy off cocktails you didn’t even pay for (some guy had been trying to flirt all night and you weren’t about to say no to free drinks).
And then just as things were going out of control, you stumbled into a tall, annoyingly handsome someone.
His face was pretty and his hair curls certainly complimented his look, falling just enough to make him look like he belonged on a magazine cover.
Really can’t tell if this was the start of something great or worse. And talk about first impressions, this guy spilled water all over you.
That brat didn’t even apologize, all he did was stare at you judgmentally.
You murmured out a cuss word in Japanese, and this guy started smirking. “Did you just call me an asshole?” he said, holding back a laugh. “No way you’re Japanese too!” he claimed.
You stared at him in disbelief “Who the fuck would drink water at a bar?”
Turns out, he was a professional volleyball player so physical health was his utmost priority. (Coach said no drinking).
Firstly, he apologized and offered a drink as an apology (this was going to be your third free drink for tonight).
Secondly, this guy was Oikawa Tooru! Yes, the Oikawa! Besides the bad first impression.
(Being he spilled water all over you and accused you of being one of his crazy fan girls
- “Wait, you look oddly familiar? are you Mr tooru?
- “Woah you know me? Are you one of my crazy, die-for-me fangirls?” he said with his starry starry eyes
-Wtf? (this guy didn’t even flinch saying that. Is he not embarrassed?)
He was pretty tolerable. This guy talks about volleyball like he has never before. You decided to play along and entertain him for the night, you told him you knew a thing or two about volleyball and that you work at the Japanese volleyball association. Which made him blow up as he claimed “I didn’t know they started hiring hot people to work there”.
Third, you guys then went on talking about a lot of stuff outside of volleyball, and you guys saw eye to eye in a lot of situations and decided to exchange numbers.
Your friends couldn’t believe you met a guy in Argentina, she said this was going to be the ‘Argentina fling’ which you quickly brushed off and told her to stop making assumptions.
Ever since you met that guy, he has been showing you around Argentina, acting like a free tourist guide. You’d occasionally indulge him and follow whatever he wants and he made it his personal mission to show you everything: cafes tucked into alleyways, sunset viewpoints only locals knew, and restaurants he’d always retreat to when he's lazy to cook for himself.
You weren’t complaining… much. Just half amused, half wondering why he kept showing up like a stray golden retriever who happened to speak Japanese and flirt like it was a sport.
- “Hey, see that ice cream truck?”
- “Do I look blind?” you deadpanned, staring into his soul.
- He laughed, like you had grown two heads. “That wasn’t funny, but you reminded me of an old friend.”
Sometimes, he’d get soft on you — sneakily, like it was a secret between you and the city.
- “This is my favorite spot,” he said once, pointing to a bench facing the water.
- “Why?”
- “Because I only bring people I like here.”
- You stared at him. “...Gross.”
Or times when he just gets so irritating you consider wiping off that smug face of his in public, never in your life have you been so provoked to hit a man.
-”I travelled 18 thousand km just to be here, and you brought me to a Japanese restaurant?”
- Oikawa grinned like a child caught red-handed. He winked one eye, stuck his tongue out, and threw up a peace sign. “Well you’ve never eaten Japanese food with an Argentinian in Argentina before, no?”
- ?
- “I mean you did agree to go anywhere as long as it has food”
- “Remind me why did I indulge you again?”
But if you think that was annoying, you were wrong. Sometimes, he’d randomly come up with a hangout idea no matter what time it is.
- “Hey ik it's like 11pm which is pretty late, but there's a night market thats sells really cool stuff”
- “what?” you thought the princess needed his beauty sleep, but turns out this princess cheats occasionally at Japanese night food stalls.
Despite the fact that you’d only just met, the last three weeks with him had been… unexpectedly amazing.
Sure, he had a serious case of princess syndrome of always needing things his way, pouting when they weren’t, and dramatically sighing like the world was personally attacking him.
But somehow, you found yourself going along with it.
Because when Oikawa Tooru wanted something, he asked with that smug little smile, that glitter in his eyes. And if you said no? he’d sulk like a child denied candy.
And honestly? You didn’t hate it.
But all good things must come to an end. Kuroo called you, and though he genuinely hoped you’d keep healing and resting, he couldn’t cover for you any longer.
Your boss was right though, you’re fully healed and mentally prepared to work again, if you keep on slacking off of work, you’d actually be unemployed.
After hanging up the phone, and thinking over it. You decided to formally announce this to someone you’ve spent the most time with in Argentina. Oikawa.
You asked him to meet you at the bar where you guys met. You told your friend you were gonna go out and left early. The night was long anyways so you decided to come early to wait for him.
“Hey, beautiful. Why the long face?” Oikawa greeted with that usual sparkle in his eye. But the second you looked at him, he flinched. Just a flicker. Barely there. But you saw it.
Oikawa also came early, which was unusual for him. He must have sensed something.
He stepped closer, tone softer now. “What happened?”
“I’m going back to Japan.” You said as you look straight at him. You decided to not beat around the bush in situations like this.
A silence followed, after the news were announced, not long. Just enough. Enough for the words to settle in the space between you, for his eyes to flicker.
But then, true to form, he took a dramatic breath, slapped a hand over his chest like you’d stabbed him, and let out the most theatrical sigh you’d ever heard. “You wound me!” he groaned, lips curled into a pout “How could you?!”
You huffed a laugh, “I haven’t even left yet.”
“But you're going to,” he whispered, voice low now, vulnerable and bare. “And I don’t know how to be funny about that. This past month has been so much fun,” he sighed, dragging out the words like an actor. “How dare you leave me behind?”
You rolled your eyes “Oh please i'm just going back home. It’s not like I'm dying or anything.”
Then, as if deciding he wasn’t done with you just yet, he straightened up and grinned. “Well, but that means that we can’t hang out daily anymore and I've decided today’s my cheat day anyway. I’m drinking with you. No arguments.”
You raised an eyebrow then laughed, “Alright, it’s on the house then.”
And just like that, you were ordering drinks again.
One last night. One last memory.
___
The bar was loud, the lights warm and hazy, laughter blending into music. Time didn’t feel real — just a string of moments stitched together with the sound of clinking glasses and Oikawa’s eyes on you every time you smiled.
Eventually, the world started to spin. Not violently, just enough to remind you how much you’d had. Your head throbbed, and the edges of your vision softened like watercolor bleeding into the page.
You were still conscious, still present, still you. But heavy with the weight of everything. The drinks, the goodbye, the quiet ache in your chest.
Oikawa noticed. Of course he did. “Come on,” he said gently, looping your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”
His home.
Without a second thought, he scooped you up in a princess carry effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and carried you to his car. In your haze, you heard him grumble something under his breath about your dramatic drinking habits, but the way he tucked you in, careful not to bump your head, said more than his words ever could.
He got in beside you and started the engine. The drive was quiet. No teasing. No smug comments. No dramatic acts. Just the hum of the car, the soft lights of the city passing by, and his hand reaching across the console to find yours.
He didn’t say anything when you intertwined your fingers. Didn’t have to. His grip was steady. Warm. Like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. It was nice having someone to console to for past few days. He felt less homesick with you. And you sat there in silence.
At his door, he looked down at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “You’re really leaving, huh?”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then let me be selfish tonight.”
He pulled you inside, not rushed, not reckless, just.. close. Like he needed to memorize how you fit against him before the moment slipped away.
And when he kissed you, it wasn’t playful or teasing. It was full of everything he hadn’t said over the past month. Every unspoken feeling, every quiet glance, every stolen moment.
Slow. Careful. Real.
That night wasn’t about letting go. It was about holding on, just a little longer. “Hey…” he started, his voice lower now, serious.
“Would you be willing to stay here… and be my girlfriend?” He carefully said
“I know we’ve only just met but—”
No.
The word left your mouth too fast, too sharp. Probably the first time you’d ever said no to him during this trip.
Oikawa froze.
For a second, he looked genuinely shocked. Disappointed, yes but not devastated. It wasn’t like he hadn’t prepared himself for this possibility. He was dramatic, not delusional.
He looked away, jaw tightening just a little. But before the silence could stretch too long, you reached for his hand.“But…” you continued softly, “if you ever come back to Japan... and I get to show you around for once... I might make it official.”
That’s when he looked up again. and there it was. The slow, smug, relieved grin. He tried to hide it behind a roll of his eyes. “I hate you,” he muttered, but his fingers were laced with yours anyway. “You’re sure right? Like not drunk?”
You looked at him, completely deadpan. “I drink with my colleagues all the time. I’m a heavy drinker. This is light work.” You claimed.
He grinned upon hearing that, eyes gleaming, but then his expression shifted. There was something serious beneath the charm. He leaned in a little, gaze steady, voice quieter. “Then look me in the eyes,” he said, “and tell me–
If I go back to Japan with you… Would you be my girlfriend?”
The air between you changed. His eyes were telling a story, they were searching. Glazed with a vulnerability he rarely let show. It was like he was holding his breath, he needed to hear this a second time.
You smiled. Then laughed a little but soft, a little breathless, a little surprised by how full your heart felt. “Yes,” you said. “Yes, I would.”
He hugged you tighter, pulled you in closer. Then his lips brushing against your ear, he whispered, voice low, steady, and impossibly soft: “Just wait a little longer,” Oikawa said, his voice low. “After this season… I’ll come back to Japan. I’ll live with you. I mean it.”
He didn’t hesitate. He lifted you effortlessly, You yelped, laughing harder, slighting nudging him, but his grip was firm grounding. Then he looked at you again, eyes bright with something real this time, and he carried you to the bedroom not just with desire, but with something deeper..
Like this was the start of something that might just last.
Synopsis: What would happen if Geto had a middle school best friend who just recently moved to Tokyo? And that person is YOU.
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Part 1.
Gojo Satoru whose eyes widened immediately upon seeing you for the first time.
It was, as Gojo exasperatedly put it, a hot scorching day on a normal afternoon. It was during their day off that the trio Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko were waiting for someone, though Gojo couldn’t seem to keep his complaints in check.
"This is ridiculous!" Gojo groaned, arms flailing dramatically. "I mean, seriously, why do I have to be here waiting for someone I have never met!." The way Gojo has been complaining as though they have been out for half a day, even though it has only been exactly 7 minutes, was starting to get on Geto’s back.
Shoko, ever the calm one, adjusted her sunglasses and glanced up at the sun. “If you’re so uncomfortable, maybe you should stop talking. It’s just making it worse.”
Gojo huffed but didn't seem to hear her. He was too busy muttering under his breath about the unfairness of it all, how utterly ridiculous this situation was, and seeing that Shoko didn’t seem to gaf, he turned his attention to Suguru.
“Hey you’re the one who told us to wait! Where is this person anyways.” Gojo continued to poke Geto’s side, clearly trying to get a reaction from the latter.
Suguru leaned against the nearby wall, barely reacting to Gojo’s whining, sighed deeply. He didn’t flinch, knowing Gojo’s antics were just part of the routine at this point. "Patience, Satoru," Geto said dryly. "They’ll be here alright, complaining about it won’t speed things up."
Gojo pouted, narrowing his eyes. “Patience? With this heat? You’ve gotta be kidding me." He flung his arms out dramatically, catching Shoko’s eye, who was also unfazed by the entire scene.
"You should’ve brought a fan or something," she said casually, not even looking up from her phone.
Gojo looked at her in disbelief. "A fan? What’s that gonna do when it’s like this?" He gestured at the shimmering heat around them. "You think waving a fan is gonna cool me down?"
Suguru didn’t seem particularly bothered either, his usual calm demeanor unshaken by Gojo’s theatrics. "Cool your body temperature or your head?"
Gojo’s eyes widened, turning on Suguru. “You’ve got to be kidding me! That's not the point anyways! I'm sweating enough water for all of Africa! How am I supposed to look swag in this condition?!”
Shoko glanced over at Suguru, raising an eyebrow. “Did he just say he cares about looking cool in this heat?” earning a laugh from Suguru.
Gojo was quick to defend himself “So what!?”, but the other two only laughed harder!
The trio stood there, the air thick with Gojo’s grumbling and luckily when Gojo was about to blow up, the mysterious person finally appeared.
“Geto!” You waved. And that was enough to get everybody’s attention, not excluding the Six eyes user, his eyes narrowing as he turned towards you. He opened his mouth to question what took you so long, but when his eyes landed on you, his mind went blank for a moment.
He swore to God he had never seen anybody like that before!! He had already imagined you with him and him, 3 dogs, 2 children and a penthouse near the coastline growing old together. He could almost hear the sound of laughter echoing off the walls, feeling the warmth of family around him. It all seemed so vivid, so real, like it was meant to happen.
All of that time waiting for you was definitely worth it! He had never believed in love at first sight before, but today says otherwise. But before he could fully process the whirlwind going on in his chest, you were already almost within reach, running towards them fast.
Gojo had never bat an eye on a non sorcerer before, he had always considered them weaklings that could never be on the same par as him, but this time it was different! He tried to stay calm, but he could feel his heart racing, the desire to step in and speak bubbling up, but he held back, opting to act cool first, think later. He swore every step you take, its like you’re leaving flower trails behind, being all happy happy.
then suddenly a loud BAM could be heard!
Someone crashed into you and you fell.
Gojo, still recovering from the wave of emotions that had hit him the second he laid eyes on you, tried to compose himself by snapping his attention to somewhere else while Geto hurriedly ran to your side.
“Hey! Are you ok?!?” Suguru made quick work of pulling you up, as he tried to hold back his laughter.
THAT WAS EMBARRASSING. But you still smiled at Suguru’s question, shrugging him off after confirming you were fine. “Tokyo’s as chaotic as ever. You know, nothing’s really changed”.
Suguru chuckled, brushing off the dust from his clothes. “I can imagine. Oh by the way these are my friends, I-”
Before he could finish his scentence, you pushed him out of the way, making him fall back and quickly made a Beeline for his friends. “You must be Shoko! I’ve heard so much about you it’s an honor!” You said as you shook Shoko’s hands like there was no tomorrow (No chance of shaking the goddess hands anymore).
“Oh and white lavender hair with sunglasses! You must be Gojo!” You said as you held out your hand for him to shake.
At that, Gojo cleared his throat, his voice almost coming out sharper than he intended. “Y-Yeah, that’s me,” he stammered, trying to regain his usual confidence but failing miserably. He quickly reached out, his hand meeting yours in a firm handshake.
The moment your fingers brushed against his, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through him. “Woah did you just wash your hands? I hope it's not what i'm thinking it is!” You blurted while looking at him straight in the eyes. He blinked, his heart hammering in his chest, “Excuse me?”.
“Right! I forgot to introduce myself!” You said as you brushed your hand together, flicking off “I used to go to middle school with Geto, that's how we met!” You chirped, not noticing how the white haired sorcerer is baffled.
“Wow, Geto went to a normal middle school? That's new” Shoko casually said as she leaned back, still the nonchalant queen she is.
Geto’s brow furrowed as he let out a small, almost exasperated sigh as he stood up from where he was pushed. "Yes, surprise! I wasn’t homeschooled like you guys," he shot back, his tone dry but not without a hint of amusement. "And what do you mean 'normal'?"
You burst into laughter. “Yeah, I understand where this is coming from, you probably can’t picture him blending in with the regular crowd.”
Your eyes flickering to Geto, who was clearly trying to keep his cool despite the playful jabs. He looked like he was going to defend himself but instead just crossed his arms. “I did survive, thank you very much,” Geto replied . “And I did make a few friends along the way, despite what you two might think.” Gojo, who had been momentarily distracted by his thoughts of you, snapped out of it and burst into a laugh. This afternoon was going to be well spent after all.
