Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hi everyone, I’m sorry for falling off the map for a bit. I was feeling really just overwhelmed and burnt out, but also disheartened because of my fics not showing up in tags and stuff. oh well. I also started another semester of college… and on the first day, I found out that my ex had cheated on me 🤡 n e ways,,,, this fic is heavily influenced by that. thank you for reading my stuff and sticking with me. I just wanna be loved sometimes, yanno?
Word Count: almost 5k?
Warnings: none, just Oikawa mentioned as being a bad ex bf for unknown reasons. this is also probably unedited, so I am so sorry if there are any mistakes
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hi everyone, I’m sorry for falling off the map for a bit. I was feeling really just overwhelmed and burnt out, but also disheartened because of my fics not showing up in tags and stuff. oh well. I also started another semester of college… and on the first day, I found out that my ex had cheated on me 🤡 n e ways,,,, this fic is heavily influenced by that. thank you for reading my stuff and sticking with me. I just wanna be loved sometimes, yanno?
Word Count: almost 5k?
Warnings: none, just Oikawa mentioned as being a bad ex bf for unknown reasons. this is also probably unedited, so I am so sorry if there are any mistakes
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hi everyone, I'm sorry for falling off the map for a bit. I was feeling really just overwhelmed and burnt out, but also disheartened because of my fics not showing up in tags and stuff. oh well. I also started another semester of college... and on the first day, I found out that my ex had cheated on me 🤡 n e ways,,,, this fic is heavily influenced by that. thank you for reading my stuff and sticking with me. I just wanna be loved sometimes, yanno?
Word Count: almost 5k?
Warnings: none, just Oikawa mentioned as being a bad ex bf for unknown reasons. this is also probably unedited, so I am so sorry if there are any mistakes
If I have just one day
I'd like to fall asleep with your scent
If I have time on a tight schedule
I'd like to soak myself in your warm, deep eyes
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he would take you to Tsutsujigaoka Park. He would hope it was near the end of March, so he could take you for a walk while the cherry and plum blossom trees were blooming. Regardless of the season, he would make sure to prepare a blanket and two bentos, and maybe even a sketchbook or two. The two of you would talk, and walk in a comfortable silence as you viewed the nature around. If any food stalls were open, Wakatoshi would make sure to bring extra pocket money to buy you something you wanted. His hand would completely engulf yours if he held it, and as he walked you back to your dorm room, he would even dare to ask permission to kiss you.
Tendou watched his best friend fondly, smiling as he recognized the faraway look in Wakatoshi's eyes. The ace was thinking about you. Tendou saw this look quite often, whenever Wakatoshi needed to calm down during a match, when he needed a break from studying, and even when you visited to coordinate cheers for upcoming matches. The olive-haired boy had never said anything about you, but this was one thing that Tendou was always able to read.
As the cheer captain of Shiratorizawa, it had always been a little tough for you. While coming up with cheers and leading the school to rally during games was easy, being in a relationship with Oikawa Tooru was the unsolvable variable in that equation. Wakatoshi had only wished the best for the both of you, as much as he pined from afar. You were happy, right? Did Oikawa make you happy?
There were many times where he had seen your puffy eyes, your cheeks rubbed raw, your voice not as loud as usual. It was never his business to ask - you were his rival's partner after all (or recent ex-parter, he had later discovered), and he was sure that Oikawa had given you a nasty impression of the ace.
He wondered if he could still have you, even if it was just for one day. Wakatoshi knew better, however. He knew the last thing you wanted was another man in your life. You didn't need someone who always reminded you of the boy who never prioritized you, who never shut down his fangirls and always left you insecure. Wakatoshi always felt guilty, even though he knew it was for no reason. Maybe if he had built up the courage to talk to you during first year homeroom, things would be different.
Even if it was for just one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi could've taken care of you. He could've balanced his priorities, appreciated your support, and crushed your insecurities. He could've been everything Oikawa wasn't. Wakatoshi was not a man of many words, but he knew the ones he could have spoken would have counted for something. He was never a man of empty promises, empty ambitions, and empty dreams. As the buzzer went off, Wakatoshi was brought back to the reality of the current game.
It was a shame, he thought, that Karasuno had beaten Aoba Johsai. He would've liked to put Oikawa in his place one last time.
As he stood back up with the rest of his team, he made his way over to the edge of the court. He breathed in and out, hearing your voice ring loud and clear. Your voice parted the crowd, and his heart couldn't help but flutter.
"Ushijima! Ushijima!"
You were cheering for him after all, right?
He bounced the ball, hitting it against the ground to make sure it felt right. As he heard the referee blow the whistle, he thought about what your face would look like when he served. Would you be ecstatic? Would your eyes widen in shock? Would he scare you, as he does so many others?
As the volleyball slammed into Karasuno's court, the crowd went wild. Wakatoshi glanced into the bleachers, already knowing where you were standing. The look of awe on your face was evident, Wakatoshi thought. He would certainly make the next serve if it meant seeing you smile again - even if it was for just one day.
Your voice when you call my name
I want to be sunk with that voice and swim
I want to know you more
I am an adventurer who explores an unknown forest called "you"
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he would take you to the Sendai Uminomori Aquarium. He would stare at you under the black lights as you admired the jellyfish, floating in their tanks, their tendrils extending and waving to say hello. He’d catch himself in the reflection of the glass, his lips in a rare, soft smile as he’d watch you press your hands gently against the divider. He could imagine the look on your face - would you smile at him the way you used to smile for Oikawa? Would you finally have the sparkle in your eyes that had left? Wakatoshi hated that he would compare himself to the setter... but how could he not?
Would you enjoy the opposite of Oikawa?
He pondered this as he sat during the graduation ceremony. You were sitting a few rows up with your class, and he was placed next to Tendou, Semi on the opposite side of the red-haired blocker.
The chances of him ever seeing you again were very low. He would be playing with the Japan National under-19 volleyball team until his birthday, and from then he’d be trying out for the division one teams. Wakatoshi wasn’t sure what you would be doing - Tendou had told him that you had mentioned you’d be going to Tohoku University.
Wakatoshi’s biggest regret was never talking to you. He knew he had a multitude of opportunities, whether it be communicating on cheers, or simply just joining in on the conversations you’d have with Tendou and Yamagata. He knew it wasn’t his place, to try to replace the remnants of Oikawa in your heart with himself. But he would make sure that his last day with you wouldn’t be for nothing.
He found himself being dragged into pictures upon pictures - not that he minded, of course. He would make sure to ask for copies to keep as memories. He would need them for the documentary Tendou insisted he’d have. He couldn’t help but look at the smile on your face as you held up peace signs with Goshiki and Shirabu. You had gotten closer to the team during your third year, something Wakatoshi was forever thankful for. Tendou smiled, gently nudging the ace.
“Wakatoshi-kun, won’t you say something?” His olive eyes met Tendou’s crimson ones. Most would take Wakatoshi’s silence as indifference, but Tendou of all people knew better than that.
“Ah, you already have something in mind, don’t you?” Wakatoshi nodded.
“Will you go through with it?”
“Yes. I think I will.”
You had been comforting Goshiki through his tears and sniffles, promising to keep in contact with your precious kouhai. Once again, a rare, small smile curled Wakatoshi’s lips. You were still so caring, even when you’d been treated badly.
“May I speak with you for a moment?” You seemed surprised by Wakatoshi’s inquiry, but nodded nevertheless. Giving Goshiki one last pat on the head, you followed Wakatoshi as he lead you away from his and your teammates.
“What was it that you wanted, Ushijima-san?” Wakatoshi took the time to memorize the way your hair was lightly rustled by the breeze.
“Hold on, wait!” Tendou jogged up to the two of you, camera in hand. “Gotta take a photo of our two favorite captains!”
You leaned into Wakatoshi, your diploma in one hand and a peace sign in the other. Your smile was radiant, and Wakatoshi gingerly wrapped a loose arm around your shoulders. He didn’t even realize Tendou had counted down the seconds until the flash appeared, for he was too focused on looking down at your shining face. His best friend left as quickly as he appeared, shouting promises to send copies later. You turned back around, an expectant look on your face. Wakatoshi’s heart was fluttering in his chest, but his mind felt an odd sense of calm.
“We do not have military style uniforms, but I understand that it is common for boys to give the our second button to the one we cherish most.” He paid attention to every detail he could - the way your breath hitched in your chest, the flush in your cheeks, and your wide eyes. Without much effort, he ripped the second button off his suit jacket and presented it to you.
“Will you please accept it?”
Wakatoshi couldn’t help but wish you all the luck and happiness in the world. Even if it was for just one day, he was glad to see you one last time.
I appreciate a masterpiece, "you"
Because your existence is an art
Every day I imagine like this all night long
Because you are nothing more than just a dream to me
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he’d take you to Universal Hollywood. He was never one for thrill rides, but Wakatoshi wouldn’t mind riding on the Hulk if it meant holding your hand as you screamed for your dear life. He would make sure to treated you to a nice, iced butterbeer and matching Harry Potter gear. Granted, he also wasn’t much of a fan, but he would be more than willing for you. He’d stand with you in the shade as the two of you sipped on the cold drink, the bustling life of Diagonal Alley creating the illusion of escapism. He’d remember to post a picture or two for Instagram, since Tendou always bugged him about starting a public social media.
Did Oikawa ever post photos of the two of you? Wakatoshi wondered if the setter had ever cared to do so. It had been nearly two years since he had gifted the button on his uniform to you - and he often found himself going back into his camera roll to find the photo Tendou took after graduation.
You had accepted it with a blushing face, not knowing what to say. Wakatoshi didn’t need an answer from you. He was more than content with the thought of you. He hoped you were doing well in college.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Wakatoshi heard a familiar voice say. The ace turned around to find Iwaizumi, Oikawa’s ace, standing in front of his very eyes.
“Iwaizumi-san, it is good to see you again.”
“Same goes to you, Ushijima-san. What are you doing here?” Ah, Wakatoshi thought, he must be referring to why I’m in this unbearable heat.
“My father is holding a training camp on campus, and invited me to attend before division one tryouts.” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re Utsui-san’s son?” Wakatoshi nodded.
“What are you here for?”
“I’m majoring sports science, and well, I was kinda hoping to meet your father while studying abroad to see if I could intern with him after graduating.” Wakatoshi nodded politely.
“I am on my way to see him right now. I would not mind introducing you to him, I am sure he would be more than willing to speak with you.” Iwaizumi thanked him profusely, falling in step beside his previous opponent as Wakatoshi began walking again.
"What teams are you hoping to tryout for?" Iwaizumi asked.
"I would like to play for the Schweiden Adlers."
"Ah, I'm sure they'll want you. Any division one team is probably dying for you to choose them."
"Thank you. Are you not pursuing volleyball?" Iwaizumi shook his head.
"Nah. I love the sport, but I think I'd rather train or coach players." Wakatoshi nodded.
"Though, Stupidkawa still is, obviously. He's been in Argentina for a while now." Iwaizumi noticed the slight furrowing in Wakatoshi's eyebrows, his face seeming forever etched into a frown, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Sorry from bringing him up like that." Wakatoshi merely brought his hand up to wave away Iwaizumi's worries.
"What's funny is I actually go to college with his ex - they were at Shiratorizawa with you, right?" Wakatoshi couldn't help the way his eyes widened at Iwaizumi's mention of you.
"I have not spoken to them in a while. How are they?" He asked, keeping his olive eyes in front of him. Iwaizumi only smiled.
"We've actually gotten pretty close. I wound up in a bio lab with them in our first semester, and it turns out they're majoring in nutritional sciences."
"Is that so? How does Oikawa feel about that?" The brunette beside him knew better. After all, the two of you had become close friends. You had told him about Wakatoshi's confession.
"Shittykawa is pouty as always. He knows what he did wrong, though, so he doesn't complain." Iwaizumi looked up at Wakatoshi. "He's actually thinking of trying things again the next time he visits Japan." Wakatoshi tried his best to hide the disdain in his reply. Surely, you wouldn't want to retry being in a relationship with the setter, right?
"I did not think he would have the time." To Wakatoshi's surprise, Iwaizumi barked out a laugh.
"I don't think they'll accept any of his new advances. They've been focused on themselves and getting their degree for the most part." Wakatoshi wanted to ask what the ace meant by 'for the most part,' but his lips remained shut.
"That is good to hear." Iwaizumi smirked.
"I'm sure it is, Ushijima-san. After all, they did keep your button."
Maybe, Wakatoshi thought, just one day was not enough.
If I can be with you just one day
If I can hold your hands just one day
If I can be with you just one day
Just one day
If you and I can be together just one day
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he would make sure you had his undivided attention. He was fairly good at time management - knew when to start tasks, and he knew when to stop them. He could easily devote time for you while still being a pro-volleyball player. He would spend the day doing whatever you would want - whether it be going shopping (and holding your bags), taking a hike (he would pack extra snacks just for you), or simply staying in for a day of relaxation (he'd even make you your favorite dish, but Wakatoshi wouldn't be able to guarantee how good it would end up tasting). He'd make sure you felt loved and cared for, returning the same affection and effort that you gave to him.
He had been playing for the Adlers for almost a year now, the newest addition being Kageyama Tobio. Oikawa's disciple, he used to call the black-haired setter. To be honest, he quite liked Kageyama. Wakatoshi was just surprised that the orange-haired crow didn't follow him.
As Wakatoshi took his duffle bag and clothes from his locker, he found himself staring at some of the photographs he had printed out and taped to the inside of his locker. There was one of the Shiratorizawa team, used as a roster in his third year. He looked the just the same, in his opinion. The next one was of him and Tendou at the airport. The redhead had shaved his long locks, but the delighted look in his eyes was still present. Wakatoshi would make sure to call him on Friday, just like they did every week. They were best friends, after all.
The last photo was the one Tendou had snapped the day of graduation. Wakatoshi found himself always looking at it. The smile on your face would ground him before practice, before games. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could still hear your cheers in the stands. He would open his eyes, serve, and think of the same smile he always sought out in the crowd.
Wakatoshi had always wondered how you were doing - he thought about you everyday. He knew he could easily give into Tendou and Hoshiumi's pleas for him to create at least a Facebook page, or ask Iwaizumi for your number. But, it wasn't as simple as that, at least in his mind. You wouldn't want him anyways, would you? Not when Oikawa still seemed like such a big wall, at least in his mind.
He could still remember that day like the back of his left hand. He still remembered the way you smiled as you hugged Goshiki through his tears, and he still remembered the look in your eyes when he asked if you would accept his affections, without a need for them to ever be returned?
Wakatoshi questioned why he limited himself to being with you for just one day. Was he being patient, waiting for a day that would never come? Why was it that he convinced himself that the only way he'd ever see you again was when he dreamed?
"Ushijima-san?" It was Kageyama that pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" The setter merely frowned, holding his phone out for Wakatoshi to look at the screen.
"TOBIO-KUN!!!" It was a text from Hinata Shouyou. "LOOK WHO I FOUND IN RIO!!!" Below it was a picture of Hinata, his tongue out, the Rio sun setting behind him. Next to him was no one other that Oikawa Tooru, his tongue out as well. Wakatoshi's eyebrows furrowed immensely, his lips frowning.
"TOORU-KUN SAYS HI!!!" The situation alone was already jarring enough. Wakatoshi looked back up at Kageyama, to find the same look on the setter's face. Was Oikawa taunting him? Had Oikawa visited Japan before Rio? Had he bothered you? Wakatoshi had assumed that you still lived in Miyagi - you were almost done with your degree, if he counted the years correctly. What would you do after you graduated? Would you go back to Oikawa? Forgive him for all the things he had done? Or, would you find someone else? Would you move on (or, had you already moved on? Wakatoshi wondered this frequently) and find someone who would give you everything Oikawa couldn't, and everything Wakatoshi could?
He remembered the tears when you had gotten the call during a joint practice. Would he remind you of those painful times?
For just one day, Wakatoshi wished he could take all your troubles away, as old or as new as they were.
You will blame me a little, or a lot maybe
I know I couldn't see you more because of my dream
Then please give me one day, even one day in dreams is fine
All the words I couldn't say, making an excuse that its reality
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he take you to Zuiganji Temple. It was nearly Christmastime, which meant the new year was just around the corner. On the first day of January, he would go with you to pray at the temple. He would stroll with you, hand-in-hand, as you admired the nature that surrounded the temple. The two of you would give offerings to the kami, clap your hands together in prayer, and receive good fortunes. Wakatoshi would make sure to pray for many more New Years with you.
The old Sendai City Gymnasium, now the Kamei Arena Sendai, sent him back to high school. They were even playing the MSBY Black Jackals. He remembered how you cheered for him in the stands, voice loud and smile bright as your pom-poms waved in your hands. He would most certainly imagine you in the crowd - he always did.
As the starting lineups are announced, Wakatoshi finds himself thinking about how the different the members of MSBY Black Jackals are. He would remind himself to go say hello to Sakusa and Hinata after the match. Out of the corner of his eye, Wakatoshi swears that he saw a glimpse of your hair. No, he thinks to himself. You were studying nutrition in college, so why would you be on the court? He didn't know if you'd be in the stands - would you? After all, Semi and Reon did come to watch the match.
He peers over to the opposite side of the court once more. He didn't know that the MSBY Black Jackals had a manager. His eyes must have been messing with him. Imagining you cheering him on had never been a distraction until now. Had he eaten something unusual this morning? Were the chia seeds in his overnight oatmeal expired? Wakatoshi thinks that it couldn't possibly be you. You weren't the person standing in a black and gold jacket on the opposite side of the course - they just had similar hair.
Bokuto Koutarou, as always, makes a scene as he leaps across the court during his introduction. Hinata and Miya Atsumu are yelling and laughing wildly, and the crowd goes crazy. The silver haired wing spiker then runs back to his team, giving them all enthusiastic high fives as he goes down the line. As he arrives at the end, he spins the manager around before picking them up, hugging them affectionately as he lifts and spins them around.
Wakatoshi's eyes widen as he finally sees the manager's face - and its you. It was really you. His breath seems caught in his throat. His chest is tightening like crazy, and he knows the exact reason why. He knows he had never stopped loving you - and now that he was seeing you again for the first time in years, his heart can't handle itself.
"Ushi-kun, are you okay?" It was Hoshiumi who pulled him away from his thoughts this time. The white-haired man was staring up at him with wide, concerned eyes. His eyes followed Wakatoshi's gaze, which lead straight to you.
"Is that the person in the picture that you always stare at in your locker?" Wakatoshi hears Kageyama sputtering, nearly choking on his water.
"Senpai is here?" Kageyama's eyes are wide as he looks across the court as well. Once he spots you, he frowns. "Stupid Hinata. Didn't even think to tell me that they were on the team. Their manager and nutritionist, no less."
Wakatoshi remembers when Kageyama first saw the photo in his locker.
"That's Oikawa-san's ex, right? I forgot they had gone to Shiratorizawa with you." Kageyama was peering into Wakatoshi's locker, forgetting personal space. The wing spiker nodded.
"Yes, they were the captain of the cheerleading squad." Kageyama nodded.
"They actually went to Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High. They always tutored me throughout junior andante high school and always bought me snacks, even after Oikawa-san - " Kageyama cut himself off. "Senpai was always very kind to me."
Wakatoshi nodded at the setter. "Yes, they have always been kind."
"Were you close to them? Ushijima-san?" For a few moments, Wakatoshi simply stared in silence at the photo.
"No, I would not have considered us close." He allowed himself to smile. "But, they are very dear to me."
Wakatoshi would've been more bothered by the Adlers' loss if it weren't for the fact that you were there. Seeing you there, smiling as you congratulated your team was more than enough to keep him at bay. However, he would make sure to beat the Black Jackals next time.
Wakatoshi had approached, almost with caution, as he trailed behind Kageyama and Hoshiumi. What should he say? Did you even want to talk to him? You looked really close to Bokuto and Atsumu (in fact, you seemed close with most of the team in general). Would you remember him? (That was a stupid question, he then decided.)
As he stood awkwardly behind the reunion, he continued to stare at you. You were laughing along with something Meian had said, and judging by Atsumu's face, the captain had made fun of him. His phone kept on buzzing, and he finally checked it only to find that it was the old Shiratorizawa groupchat.
"Look at this idiot" texted Reon, attached with a photo that must have been taken barely a minute ago. It was zoomed in and a bit grainy, but it revealed Wakatoshi staring at you. Yamagata had replied with an emoji of two eyes looking off to the side.
"Wakatoshi-kun" Tendou had texted, "If you don't go up to them right now / I will personally fly all the way to Japan / to kick your ass"
"OMG IS THT SENPAI / TELL THEM I SAID HIII / AND THAT THEY LOOK GORGOUS TODAY" Goshiki spammed, making Wakatoshi sigh. He looked back up, only to make eye contact with you - immediately, his breath felt as if it was lodged in his throat once more. A smile graced your lips, and you began to walk over. Wakatoshi could only stand there as you approached him.
"You were amazing today, Ushijima-san. I'm glad I got to watch you play in person again." You looked just as beautiful (or perhaps, even more than so) as you did all those years ago. Before Wakatoshi could even reply, you began speaking again.
"If you're free sometime this week, before you go back to Tokyo, I would love to catch up with you." You were playing with your fingers (a nervous habit, he had realized while in high school). If it weren't for his complete focus on you, he would've noticed both teams smirking and giggling like schoolgirls at the two of you.
Maybe, Wakatoshi thought, he could finally be with you for just one day.
I want to say at least one word right among them
I didn't think it would be easy to forget you
Am I selfish if I wish you won't forget me so easily?
You're standing in the middle of me
If Ushijima Wakatoshi could be with you for just one day, he would make sure to perfect his vows. He would rehearse them over and over again to Tendou as his best friend (and man) made sure Wakatoshi looked perfect. Wakatoshi would already have memorized everything by heart, but Tendou would insist on him having a copy in his pocket, just in case. He would let you choose whatever decorations and colors you liked, and he would make sure to spare no expense if it meant seeing you smile. Wakatoshi was an Olympian, after all.
What would Oikawa's vows sound like? Would the setter charm you with sweet words and promises of love, like he had once done? He knew Oikawa did not matter anymore - he no longer questioned if you still loved the setter, or if you were still healing from the breakup (even if it was already so many years ago, Wakatoshi just wanted to make sure). He no longer compared himself to Oikawa, but he still wondered what it would be like if Oikawa were in his position.
"Thank you once again for designing and creating our outfits, Azumane-san." The long haired man smiled, placing the finishing touches on Wakatoshi's custom suit.
"It is my pleasure, Ushijima-san." The designer cracked a smile. "After all, you did pay me."
"Are you nervous, Wakatoshi-kun?" Tendou asked. The short-haired man was smiling at Wakatoshi.
"Should I be, Tendou-kun?" Wakatoshi truly did wonder this. Should he be feeling nervous? Because truth told, he wasn't. Wakatoshi couldn't feel a single nervous bone in his body, and Tendou only laughed.
"If you are, I wouldn't blame you. You're getting married, after all." Iwaizumi barged into the room as he fastened the cuff links.
"Are you ready, Ushijima-san?" He felt Tendou pat his shoulder.
"Yes, I am."
How could Wakatoshi be nervous for a day he had only ever dreamed of?
He stood at the end of the aisle, as patient as ever. It was a medium-sized wedding, as close family and friends from high school and beyond were invited. Tendou stood just off to the side, followed Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Semi, and Bokuto. As the music began to play, Wakatoshi readied himself. For obvious reasons, he hadn't seen what you looked like - and Azumane made sure to keep the design of your outfit "top secret."
He inhaled deeply, paused, and then exhaled. As his olive eyes traced your approaching figure, Wakatoshi found himself just as breathless as he was, all those years ago. You were shining just as bright. Wakatoshi didn't cry - he didn't need to in order to express how he felt at that moment. He was calm and happy. Your hands were cold in his much larger, much warmer ones. Wakatoshi took them both as you stepped up to the platform. Had his eyes always been this soft, this fond? The smile on his face was evident - and he could care less if anyone were to be surprised by a break in his often stoic face.
Wakatoshi never needed to wish for just one day with you. Not anymore, at least. He could take care of you, and be with you for the rest of his days. He realized this as he saw the tears well up in your eyes as he finished his vows. The were no longer any reasons for him to compare himself to Oikawa. Not when you were standing before him, wedding ring slipped around your ring finger. He could prioritize you, praise you, and love you the way he had always wanted to.
"For so long, I had so deeply desired to spend even just one day with you. I am forever grateful that you would choose to spend more than one with me."
If I can be with you just one day
If I can hold your hands just one day
If I can be with you just one day
Just one day
If you and I can be together just one day
thank you for reading!! once again... please do like AND reblog if possible. and let me know what you think. I crave validation and attention. I'm so lonely its unreal.
Hewwo 🥺 I wanted to first say congrats on 400 followers 😩 your writing? Immaculate 🥰 *chefs kiss* now I’ll type this ask for 20 mins because I don’t know what fun facts about me are there 1) my room is a lavender color! I liked it when I was young, then for a while in high school I hated it because it was redundant. Now I like it again because it’s calming 😌 2) I definitely use escapism as a coping mechanism, whether it’s anime or Skyrim 🥵 3) warm butterbeer is a comfort drink, it GOOD ILY
I’m dumb and I ran out of character space 😩 I apologize 🤭 my favorite place in the world is probably Diagon Alley from Harry Potter work in Universal Studios? I work at the park and whenever I walk in,,,, it just feels so warm and homey. The hustling and bustling of people, the immersion (my escapism is coming through, go figure 🤪)
ahh thank you!! and thank you for sending this in <3
your new year’s kiss will be...
ready to keep up with the universes you escape to - whether it be anime, skyrim, etc (no, seriously, he genuinely keeps up with your recent fav animes while he’s doing his work)
someone who’s incredibly caring for you, and gets pretty influenced by you
visiting you at work LOTS of times. brings you butterbeer and has it warm just for u because ugh yes
just talking about other worlds and things like that, i think he likes to venture into many world too
travelling plans! seeing the world with him would be so great because it’ll feel like it’s you two and the rest of the universe to explore, new people to meet, the hustle and bustle
your room is always a comforting sight, since it’s like he gets to know you and your childhood better through it
literally making you clothes inspired by your favourite animes in his free time and it’s just so cool to have the azumane asahi as ur boyfie
making him want to get lost with you (in the best way - taking risks!)
Hiya everyone, I just wanted to say Happy New Years to you all 😌 thank you for supporting my work and following me and all that stuff. I always appreciate all your anons, asks, messages, likes, reblogs, and comments - it makes me keep wanting to write. I don’t really have any mutuals because I’ve been inactive for a long time and I’m new to the anime writing community, but I still want to celebrate with you all 💕
Also, Happy New Years to all the Haikyuu characters because they are definitely real to me 😭 they have been my reasons for smiling, laughing, crying, and so many other emotions and feelings. They’ve brought me a lot of happiness in a time where I didn’t have much, especially this year. 2020 sucked. I was alone with my parents, dumped, and going through trauma 🤪 But I know I can brave 2021 if it means seeing them shine in the summer olympics like the stars they are.
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
hqcreations secret santa, dedicated to @tamcitrus 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
a/n: happy holidays 🥺 I hope y'all enjoy this, its sorta like a 6 times the two of you start to fall for each other type thing 🥴 also I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned or something, because recently anything I write hasn’t been showing up in recents on search, so ahaha, help a girl out 😌
Crystaaaaaaaal, this was so cuteeeeeeeee 🥺😭🥰 thank you so much for this, i loved it! I hope you have an amazing new year’s eve and begining of year! 💕🌈💜
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: Hello hello! I didn’t expect this big of a response for my series and Asahi songfic, but thank you all for the support 🥺 as promised, I have delivered a hopefully good dadchi fic featuring just deadass a scene from Monthly Girl’s Nozaki-Kun because I just want a second season 😌 I hope you all have been doing well!! The next insert I will be posting will be with Iwa-chan 🥰 I also try to make my fics as gender neutral as possible! But sometimes I slip without noticing it, so if you see a she or her in there, please just let me know kindly and I shall fix it!
Warnings: maybe like really light angst? and just Suga being his matchmaking self as per usual~
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
hqcreations secret santa, dedicated to @tamcitrus 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
a/n: happy holidays 🥺 I hope y'all enjoy this, its sorta like a 6 times the two of you start to fall for each other type thing 🥴 also I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned or something, because recently anything I write hasn’t been showing up in recents on search, so ahaha, help a girl out 😌
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
hqcreations secret santa, dedicated to @tamcitrus 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
a/n: happy holidays 🥺 I hope y'all enjoy this, its sorta like a 6 times the two of you start to fall for each other type thing 🥴 also I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned or something, because recently anything I write hasn’t been showing up in recents on search, so ahaha, help a girl out 😌
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
hqcreations secret santa, dedicated to @tamcitrus 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
a/n: happy holidays 🥺 I hope y'all enjoy this, its sorta like a 6 times the two of you start to fall for each other type thing 🥴 also I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned or something, because recently anything I write hasn’t been showing up in recents on search, so ahaha, help a girl out 😌
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hey hey hey!!! thank you for all the love given to my previous iwa fic! it is now time for my favorite resident himbo to appear 😌 this one definitely hits home for me, I wouldn’t say its super emotional or anything, but I’ve had my share of struggling with my body image. Because of scoliosis, I’ve had a lot of body dysphoria over the years, and quarantine definitely wasn’t fair to me as well. I started working out again to help the back and hip pain I always seem to be in, so this fic happened! And I know that if Bokuto were real, he’d love every inch of me (and you!) I’m not crying as I’m writing this a/n. anyways, I hope you all enjoy! up next is the main love of my life, mi-ra-cle boiiiiiii, sa!to!ri!!!!!! ❤️
Word Count: ~5.3k
Warnings: non-body-type-specific body-shaming, Atsumu is a jerk for 3 seconds but sees his errors and makes it up
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hi everyone, I’m sorry for a posting a week late! I’ve been really unmotivated as of late for personal stuff but also because I’m lowkey still a little bummed that my Bokuto fic (definitely totally am not plugging it rn - totally do not click the link, ahaha 🥺) didn’t do as well as I hoped it would. But no matter! Here is the Tendou insert, as promised! It’s not the best, and I definitely have a bit of writers block and am behind schedule. I wish I could write his character and for him better considering how much I love him. Next will up be flattykawa 😌 and I will be posting it hopefully soon to help make up for last week’s missed post. I’ve also changed up this blog and have given it hopefully a better look - there is a new theme on desktop!
Warnings: part 3 spoilers for jojo’s bizarre adventure that include character death, my bb tori being insecure about him and his body but I love him and his flat a$$ so much, and as always, we clown on flattykawa in this household but all in good favor
kuroo tetsurou x reader [ soulmate/reincarnation!au ]
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
a/n: hi everyone, I’m sorry for another late post. School is making me busy, and to be honest, I’ve been feeling really unmotivated lately, sorta because my boyfriend ended things? long distance for the both of us has been really hard because of our schedules, so I am sad 😌 n e ways… It’s also,,, ahaha,,, not Oikawa, like I had previously said. However… I typed this whole thing up instead of writing a paper worth 15% of a class grade, so, uh anyways, yeah. I worked super hard to get this all out with the quality I wanted it to be at, so I hope you enjoy! Happy belated birthday to my scorpio king, Tetsu 🥰 if I’m not bombarded by more work, hopefully either Oikawa or Atsumu will come out soon!
Word Count: a whopping ~10.2k, I am so tired
Warnings: death, death, death, and more death. a lot of death. angst, violence, and a couple of curse words. there are also suggestions/implications of sexy times. there is a lovely, happy, open ending. this is also unedited because its one am and i’m tired
Prompt: For eight short lives, you have loved each other. On your ninth, you are finally able to see it out to the end.
Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series
hqcreations secret santa, dedicated to @tamcitrus 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
a/n: happy holidays 🥺 I hope y'all enjoy this, its sorta like a 6 times the two of you start to fall for each other type thing 🥴 also I’m pretty sure I’m shadowbanned or something, because recently anything I write hasn’t been showing up in recents on search, so ahaha, help a girl out 😌
Word Count: almost 5k?
Warnings: none? maybe a touch of angst
One
Oikawa sang your name playfully as you handed him packaged milk bread from the vending machine. Taking it from your hands, he gave you a grateful smile.
"Thank you for staying with me ~ you really are my best friend." He watched as you rolled your eyes at him, before taking the abandoned ice pack and placing it back on his propped ankle. The cold, numbing feeling made him pout.
"Don't let Iwa-kun catch you saying that, he might get jealous." He bit into the bread before answering, sighing at the flavor. Despite it not being fresh, he was thankful that you got it for him.
"Thats fine with me. Iwa-chan abandoned me right after helping you bring me here." You laughed at his empty complaint, sitting on the bed by his feet.
"Well, its not like he has to go back to practice because he's the ace or anything. Besides," you shot him a pointed look, making his eyes widen, "you're the idiot that tried going straight for a jump-float serve without preparing for it. I told you not to do it, but here you are." Your teasing made him cross his arms as he looked away, shame licking at his cheeks.
"I thought I could do it, okay? It looked easy enough." Oikawa wanted to add that he was trying to gain more skill, but he stopped himself. You already hounded him enough about overworking himself.
"Maybe I should start calling you Idiotkawa too. I bet Iwa-kun would like that." His jaw dropped, and he placed his free hand above his heart in fake shock.
"You would never!" You hummed in response.
"Maybe I will." You sent him a playful grin. "Idiot." Your new nickname for him made his cheeks flare - no doubt, he thought, because of his embarrassment. Oikawa would never admit it, but he enjoyed the banter the two of you always held. You made him feel normal - like he wasn't on the pedestal that so many people put him on. Along with Iwaizumi, you had managed to put up with him since elementary school; and for that, he was forever grateful.
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot, right?" Before you could respond, the conversation was interrupted by an all-familiar high-pitched voice.
"Tooru-kun! Are you okay?" His girlfriend rushed through the infirmary, immediately grabbing his hand. It was delicate and soft, but her touch did nothing to comfort him. "I heard you hurt yourself!"
"I'm fine, Chiyo-chan. I just sprained my ankle, but our manager has been making sure I'm alright." You got up, taking the empty milk bread wrapper.
"Really? Will you be okay to play?" He watched as you threw the wrapper away, the look on your face seeming unbothered by his girlfriend's ignorance of you.
"Uh - no. I'm going to have to take a few weeks off." Oikawa continued to watch you as you gathered your jacket.
"Ah, I'm so relieved!" Oikawa tried to hide the wince on his face with a charming smile. "That means I'll finally get you all to myself, right?"
"Right, of course, Chiyo-chan." Oikawa wasn't even able to say goodbye as you walked out of the infirmary.
Two
"Are you sure that it's okay for you to be here?" You asked Oikawa, the two of you sitting on a bench. It was your older sister's wedding today, and Oikawa was quick to sub in as your date and groomsman after Iwaizumi caught the flu. There were at least two hours before the ceremony actually started, but as one of her bridesmaids, you were there early to get ready.
"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" You saw the way he raised his eyebrows, almost in confusion at your question.
"Well, to be honest, I just didn't think that Chiyo-san would be happy with it. That was why I asked if Mattsun could, but then you butted in as you always do and insisted." He scoffed at your teasing before shrugging.
"I told her, but it shouldn't matter anyways. You're my best friend after all, and I happen to like hanging out with you." You rolled your eyes.
"Thats why I asked Iwa-kun in the first place."
"Eh! What's that supposed to mean?" You started laughing at his reaction, making his face go from one that was a bit serious to a smile - one that made your heart skip a beat, not that you noticed.
“Mei-chan*, who is this handsome boy with you?” Your laughing halted as your wine-aunt waltzed over. “I can’t believe your boyfriend is this cute!” Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed at her assumption - she was a gossiper, after all.
“Oh - no, we aren’t - ”
“You are so kind, thank you. My name is Oikawa Tooru.” You turned to find Oikawa with a charming smile on his lips, and you couldn’t tell if him missing your look of shock was on purpose or not. When your aunt walked away, you pulled on his ear, making Oikawa whine, crying your name.
“Owowowowow! Please spare me!” You huffed, letting him go and folding your arms across your front.
“This is why I wanted to bring Mattsun.”
Later that night, you found yourself browsing the dessert table when Oikawa seemingly apparated to your side.
“Would you like to dance with me?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his question, but he continued before you could say anything.
“Pleaaaaaaaase? Just one dance?” He gave you puppy eyes with his bottom lip puckered out, and you sighed.
“Alright, but just one.” You secretly had been waiting for him to ask you all night, but you ended up telling yourself that he would’ve complained if you rejected him. Before you could count to three, Oikawa dragged you onto the dance floor just as the song that was playing ended. A slower song began to play, the lights dimming.
Without hesitation, Oikawa took both of your hands and placed them on his shoulders before pulling you in close, placing his hands on your waist. You felt your cheeks flush at the feeling of his hands on your body. Was it wrong? Especially because he was just your best friend and had a girlfriend on top of that? You nearly shook your head - no. If it was Iwaizumi or Mattsun in Oikawa's place, you still would've blushed at their touch. As Oikawa pulled you in closer, you continued to tell yourself that.
*mei means niece in Japanese(?)
Three
Oikawa had originally expected himself to be a lot more sad. He had expected sobs erupting from his chest, endless tears streaming down his face. However, in actuality, Oikawa felt nothing. As you sat next to him on his living room sofa, a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in your other, all Oikawa could feel was relief and content as the two of your watched the second Star Wars movie of the evening. It was your voice that pulled him out of his thoughts, and his doe eyes met your concerned ones.
"Oikawa-kun? Are you alright?" You reached to pause the movie before returning your attention to him. "You're not making your stupid commentary. Whats going on?" He sighed, looking down at his hands as he tried to find the right words. You always knew how to read him, and at times like these, Oikawa wasn't sure if he was thankful or not.
"Chiyo broke up with me after practice today." He looked up to find you wide-eyed and shocked.
"I'm sorry, she what?" Oikawa could tell just by your tone that you were ticked off, but he only shrugged before looking back at the paused screen.
"Something about how I was too obsessed with volleyball. And how I never spent that much time with her because of it." Once he thought about it, Oikawa felt pretty unbothered. While Chiyo's words hurt his pride, he feelings seemed rather intact.
"That little... ugh!" He could practically feel you simmering in his peripheral vision, but then you deeply inhaled and exhaled. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've - " he only cut you off.
"It's not that big of a deal, okay?" He turned his head to look at you once more. "To be honest, I'm actually kind-of relieved, even if it's probably a pretty shitty thing to say." You placed your ice cream on the coffee table, and scooched to his side of the sofa. Wrapping your arms around his middle, you hugged Oikawa.
"It's okay to be upset, ‘Kawa." He sighed, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug - making his heart feel warm and content.
"Look, I'm really not that upset about it." You quirked your eyebrow at him, making him roll his eyes. "Okay, my pride has definitely been injured. But I don't think I'll cry about it or anything."
You let out a "hmph" as you retracted from the embrace, your hand lingering on his shoulder. "You're a really passionate and great guy, ‘Kawa-kun. If she can't accept that volleyball is a part of who you are, then that's her loss. Chiyo-san has no idea what she's missing out on." Oikawa felt almost energized by your words, and he gave you his signature smile as he waved his hand.
"I guess I'll always have you, right?" You rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. Idiotkawa."
This time, he didn't whine at the nickname - instead, he watched you from the corner of his eye as you unpaused the movie. Oikawa had meant what he said, even if it was a question. You had followed him and Iwaizumi from Kitagawa First to Aoba Johsai - and you had supported them so much that you even took up a love for volleyball as well. He couldn't help the small, soft smile that rested on his lips. That day, he was certain that he would always have you.
Four
You watched awkwardly as the four boys played rock-paper-scissors to see who would share the guest room with you. While you didn't mind on who it was with, you knew it was really just an excuse for the guys to see if they could be able to not share a room with Oikawa for the night - which was awful, in their eyes.
"Aha! See, I knew I would win! I can't trust any of you horny teenage boys with my precious manager-chan!" Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Makki gave each other blank looks of annoyance at Oikawa's words.
"She's our manager too, Oikawa. And we're all in the same year, unless you suddenly forgot." Makki said, a smirk on his lips. Iwa made the move to hit the back of Oikawa's head.
"It's not like she's my best friend too, Shittykawa. I think you're the one I don't trust to be alone with her." You couldn't help but laugh at their antics and insults, making Oikawa pout.
"You all are always so mean to me! I'm just trying to make sure that she feels safe!"
"I'll be okay guys. Can we just finish the movie? I'm tired as hell but I want to see what happens."
After the movie, you found yourself surprisingly wide awake - mostly due to the fact that the movie was horror. As you looked through the overnight bag you brought, you paled when you couldn't find a shirt to change into. You could've almost sworn that you had brought a shirt, but you guessed you must have misplaced it back at your home. Walking back into Iwaizumi's living room, you found the boys laughing maniacally at what appeared to be a photo album - one that included childhood memories.
"Iwa-kun! You didn't tell us that you had all these embarrassing photos!" Mattsun cackled, making Iwaizumi scoff.
"These are nowhere near as bad as the ones of Oikawa. Look at him!"
"God that outfit! It's awful. Who dressed you, Oikawa? Your nephew?"
"Hey, Iwa?" The teasing stopped, making Iwaizumi look up at you while Mattsun and Make went back to browsing the one of many albums.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I think I misplaced mine." He nodded his head, and was about to stand up when Oikawa pulled him down.
"Nonono, you can have one of mine." Oikawa missed the snickering of the others, but you certainly didn't.
"Well guys, its already late enough as it is, and we have practice in the morning. I'm heading off to bed." Iwa shoved Oikawa's hand off of him, getting up and bidding you all a goodnight. As Mattsun and Makki began to roll their futons out on the living room floor, they waved a goodnight as you quietly followed Oikawa to the guest room - only to just find the bed. The room itself wasn't very large, and a full-sized bed was resting in one of the corners.
"Iwa-kun didn't give you a futon?" Oikawa shook his head, looking at you with a sheepish smile on his lips as he handed you an extra volleyball shirt he brought.
"He said there would be one in here, but I guess not. If you're uncomfortable, I can just go back to the living room and take the couch. You don't actually have to sleep in the same - "
"No!" Your hand shot out to stop him from leaving, your fingers lightly gripping the sleeve of his shirt. Your eyes widened at your actions, a light blush setting in on your cheeks. "I mean - its alright. I don't mind since its you. If you don't care, that is." Oikawa's cheeks pinkened as well, and he rubbed the nape of his neck as he replied.
"Its not a big deal, right? We've been sharing beds since we were kids anyways..." His voice trailed off, making you nod.
"Okay." There was a moment of awkward silence as the two of you just stood there. "Oh, um - let me just change."
"Oh! Uh yeah, sorry. I'll turn around." His eyes widened. "Or I can just leave or something, I don't - "
"Its fine! You can just... turn. I won't take long." After all, the two of you were best friends. He wouldn't look, and it wasn't like the two of you didn't take baths when you were younger, or go to the beach every summer.
You tried to calm the blush in your cheeks as you quickly slipped out of your shirt and bra, replacing them with his "Way of the Setter" shirt - which completely dwarfed you, going past the shorts you were wearing to sleep.
"I'm, um... done changing." Oikawa turned around quickly, stuttering as he asked you which side of the bed you wanted. As you slipped under the covers first, making your way to the side closest to the wall, Oikawa turned off the light before fumbling around to find the edge of the bed.
"Aiyah!"
“‘Kawa? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just stubbed my toe."
"Wow."
You found yourself unable to sleep, staring up at the barely illuminated ceiling. You couldn't tell if Oikawa was sleeping or not - all you knew was that you couldn't stop the goosebumps that littered your skin. You had tried slowing your breathing down, counting sheep, and even just willing yourself to knock out - but you couldn't. Just as you were considering seeing if Oikawa was awake, he whispered your name.
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep." Despite how weird you felt, you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.
"Me neither. I can't tell if I'm cold or just freaked out by the last movie we watched." You felt him turn towards you, his soft breaths now hitting your shoulder.
"I told you guys that we should've watched Ponyo - but no. Everyone wanted to watch a demon kill people." He complained, making the both of you laugh softly, before you shivered again. "Um, if you want, I could - we could hug? For like, warmth and stuff." You were so glad that it was dark, or else he would've teased you about going beet red.
"Uh, yeah, we can do that if you want." You felt movement, and his arm shift to go under the pillows. As you scoot closer to him, you wondered if you were flustered because of the situation or because of Oikawa. As the two of you wrapped your arms around one another, he sighed. Maybe, you thought, it was just because of the situation after all. You'd blush if it were Iwaizumi as well.
"You warmer now?" You let out a small hum, which Oikawa took as a yes.
That night, you drifted off to sleep feeling warm, both inside and out.
Five
"You could always just tell her, you know?" Iwaizumi said nonchalantly as he wiped the remaining sweat off his brow with his towel. He watched as Oikawa's eyes turned to slits as he watched the boy who was talking to you.
"Tell her what, Iwa-chan?" Iwaizumi only rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Are you being serious right now?"
"What, tell her that the Johzenji captain is a total flirt?" As if on cue, you laughed loudly at something he said, making both the boys roll their eyes in annoyance. "I feel like everyone should know that by now."
"No, you idiot, your feelings." Oikawa cocked his brow at his vice captain.
"About Terushima? I mean, he's very good looking, I won't lie. I'm sure he'd be very fun to set for as well, but he's not really my type, Iwa-chan." Iwaizumi's face turned red in anger.
"You - " he sighed, slapping a hand on his forehead and dragging it down his face. "Never mind, Stupidkawa."
They stood in silence, continuing to watch as the captain shamelessly flirted with you. You had only been sent across the gym floor to refill some water bottles for the next practice set, but you were distracted when the blonde-haired boy started up a conversation with you. Oikawa couldn't help but feel the sinking feeling that permeated through his chest, lips frowning in discontent. Did you actually enjoy that tool’s company? Did you see through his intentions? Your eyes never wandered, silently asking for help. He knew it wouldn't be right to interfere, especially with the smile that was on your face.
Oikawa supposed it was his protective nature of you, after all. You've been his best friend since childhood, so of course he was concerned about who talked to you and who you liked. It was only natural, right? He glanced at Iwaizumi, who began talking to Kyoutani on the side. His kouhai was fuming about something else again, making Iwa turn his attention away from watching the captain. However, his eyes widened in shock when the blonde-haired boy moved closer towards you, tucking a piece of hair away from your face.
He grit his teeth in frustration. What a cheesy, try-hard move to make, he thought. You could do way better. Before he could process his own thoughts, Oikawa found himself sauntering over to the two of you, volleyball in one hand, his signature smirk resting on his lips.
"Teru-chan, good to see you're still your same old self." He said in his usual sing-song tone.
"Oikawa, I was wondering if you were ever going to come up and say hi. I was just catching up with your manager, I hope you don't mind." Terushima smirked back at Oikawa - and he would've narrowed his eyes if it weren't for the spiker's condescending gaze. It felt like a competition, and Oikawa knew this.
"I do, in fact, mind." Oikawa's voice was unwavering and cool as he furthered the distance between you and Terushima, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder. "Don't be distracting our manager now, Teru-chan. We might have to send our little Mad-Dog-chan after you to make sure you don't bite."
"It was nice seeing you again, gorgeous. You have my number, so let me know if you ever want to hang out." Terushima left, ignoring Oikawa. He finally let the pout rest on his face as he turned to face you, his hand still resting on your shoulder.
"Are you okay? Did he do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?" He watched as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his questions.
"Yes, Kawa-kun, I'm fine. And no, he didn't make me feel uncomfortable."
"You have to delete his number, he's a flirt! You're only going to get your heart broken." You stared up at him, mouth ajar, blinking.
"Oikawa... I know that already. He's actually a pretty nice guy too." He crossed his arms, letting out a childish 'hmph!'
"Well, he was distracting you anyways! And its my duty to protect you from playboys like him!" You laughed at his words, reaching up to ruffle his perfect hair.
"Like I said, he's fun to talk to. I don't like him or anything, but he does remind me of you." Oikawa's jaw dropped as you walked away.
"What is that supposed to mean???" He whined your name, but you only laughed as you ignored him, walking away. Oikawa's shoulders dropped, and the feeling in his stomach did as well.
Did Terushima really remind you of himself? Oikawa hadn't talked to any girls since Chiyo broke up with him before summer break, and it was nearly time for the Spring Qualifiers now. He didn't understand why he felt so bothered by it, even if you were just teasing him.
But, as he kept on watching you, smiling at something Makki said, did he finally understand what Iwaizumi had meant.
Six
The walk home was dead silent, the only sounds coming from your shoes scuffling across the road. Iwaizumi had already parted ways with you guys, just leaving you and Oikawa to walk home. As you walked up your front steps, you turned to find Oikawa with tears in his eyes. You could tell that he was trying his best to keep a straight face, but his lip kept twitching.
You knew he was hurting, and their unexpected loss hurt you deeply as well. Without hesitation, you threw your arms around his shoulders, the tears starting to stream down your face. Oikawa wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, his hands gripping your jacket tightly as he allowed himself to cry once again.
“‘Kawa - ”
“Just shut up, please. I should’ve - ”
“No. Don’t do that to yourself, and don’t do that to us.” You pulled away slightly to look at him as you spoke. “We can’t think about the ‘what if’s,’ and you know that. You all did your best.” His doe eyes were red once more, and seeing him this upset made you feel even worse. As the look on his face turned sour, his eyes left yours.
“Why can't you just let me wallow in my self pity?" You couldn't help but let out a small snort at his untimely humor.
"You're an idiot, you know that? You're going to be the best setter the world has ever seen." He looked up at you with his brown eyes - and for the first time, you couldn't read them.
"Do you really think that? Or are you stroking my ego?"
"Yes." He sniffled as he whined your name, a small smile on his lips.
"I really do mean it, ‘Kawa-kun." Oikawa pulled you back in, embracing you once more.
"You've seen me at my prettiest and and at my ugliest." His voice was soft in your ear - and all you could think about was how hard your heart was pounding in your chest, and how right it felt to be in his arms.
"Sometimes, I feel like you know me better than I know myself."
Seven
Once again, Oikawa found himself simmering in the corner of the room, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, the maroon turtleneck feeling tight around his neck. Parties were supposed to be his cup of tea - after all, he always loved being the center of attention. But as he glowered at the ash blonde setter that currently held your attention, all he wanted to do was leave. He cursed Ushijima for holding an annual Christmas party - one where he invited most of the high school volleyball players of the region. As he took a sip of the sweet beverage, he found himself wishing that the boy talking to you was himself instead.
On the court, there had always been an unspoken competition between him and Semi. Before Shiratorizawa started using their second-year setter, it was always the battle between captains and setters - in this case, Oikawa was both. Semi was always an intense player, he discovered, who had no problems with dedicating his setting style to showing off his strengths - something Oikawa did as well.
And now, even after both teams lost the ticket to nationals, Oikawa still felt like he was competing. Off the court, Semi was surprising down-to-earth, even as hot-headed as he seemed. But the worst part was how happy you looked talking to him.
It had already been months since he realized his feelings for you - and not once had he ever wanted to admit them to you. He wanted them to die out, to fade, to do something other than stay. You were his best friend after all, and all he could think about was not wanting to lose you. Iwaizumi had hounded him constantly about it as well - the ace had seen through Oikawa's actions and feelings before he did himself.
'It would be better if you just told her.' Iwaizumi would say, every time he caught Oikawa looking at you for too long. 'It's easier to let go of feelings after she rejects you, since you're so convinced that she will.'
Semi wasn't flirtatious like Terushima had been. He was cool, attractive, and apparently had a great sense of humor. If Oikawa hadn't fallen in love with you, he would've called you a traitor by now - fraternizing with a member of an enemy team, and their setter no less.
Maybe, it would be easier - but he never did go through with it. Perhaps - Oikawa thought, as he watched the way your lipstick left light stains on your cup - he had always loved you. He just never noticed that he did.
It was only when Shiratorizawa's stupid Guess Monster held a spring of mistletoe over the two of you did Oikawa nearly burst a blood vessel. Semi's eyes were wide, and there was a faint blush resting on your cheeks. He watched as the setter rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning red. Oikawa couldn't hear what the two of you were saying, but he was certain that the boy had said "only if you'd like to."
Much like the previous time, Oikawa found himself moving before this thoughts caught up to his actions. He grabbed your hand, giving Semi a condescending smile as he dragged you away from the pretty setter. He lead you out to the back porch despite your protests and questions.
"‘Kawa, what are you doing?" He knew you were utterly confused, your tone questioning and your eyebrows scrunched. You were also a bit ticked off, making him gulp.
"Could you not talk to every guy who's on a different team?" His question came out harsher than he intended to, and he saw the way your eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I just - ugh!" Oikawa ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"‘Kawa, are you... jealous?" His eyes widened as he looked into yours.
"No, I'm not! I just don't think you need to be spending your time with that hot-headed setter! Especially because he's from Shiratorizawa!" You crossed your arms, mouth ajar.
"Are you being serious right now? Am I suddenly not allowed to socialize with people because they're dudes? And because they go to a different school?" You scoffed, clearly annoyed by the way he was acting. "You're supposed to be my friend, Oikawa. Unless you have anything nice to say, I'm going back inside to enjoy the party that - "
"Its because I'm freaking in love with you, okay?" There was a pregnant pause as the two of you stared at each other, completely silent. Oikawa's heart was pounding in his chest as he processed the words that came tumbling out of his mouth in an attempt to make you stay. This was certainly not the way he would've liked to confess to you, if he ever did plan on it.
"You... what?" Your eyes were wide in shock - there was no way he could take his words back, and he sighed, his shoulders deflating.
"I am jealous okay? It's because I have feelings for you, and I have for a while." There was no point in hiding things when it came to you. "I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want to put our friendship on the line, but it looks like I already have." He chuckled as he spoke, before his eyes widened as he noticed your eyes welling up.
"Idiotkawa, you... idiot!" You slapped his chest, making him pout. "This whole time, I've been trying to ignore how much I've started to like you! And now you confess to me like this? God, I hate you so much." Oikawa's breath hitched in his chest.
"You - you like me back?"
"Of course I do, you freaking idiot!"
"I - " Oikawa couldn't help but laugh. "I really am an idiot, aren't I? Come here." He took one of your hands in his, pulling you as close as possible to him. His other hand rose to cup your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek.
"Should I call for that red-haired blocker to come with the mistletoe?"
"Just kiss me already, Stupidkawa." Oikawa smiled - you didn’t need to tell him twice.
I hope you liked it or sumthin 🥺 please like, reblog, and follow!! I am currently manifesting more anons... especially character anons... 😌
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BONUS
“Should we check on them?” Makki asked, his eyes wide as he and the other third years looked at the door to Ushijima’s back porch. Tendou came walking over, a sheepish look on his face.
“Ahh, I’m sorry you guys. I didn’t mean any harm in it.” Iwaizumi waved him off.
“Don’t worry about it.” They followed him as he walked to the door, sliding it open. They had all heard loud voices, hoping things didn’t end badly. However, all their jaws dropped as they found you and Oikawa, arms around each other, lips locked. Iwaizumi turned around, his eyes wide - he wasn’t sure if he should be disgusted or proud.
warnings: sakusa x reader, cursing, mentions of bullying, and mentions of intense feelings of insecurity at some points. plays with the idea of the pandemic being over without the self-quarintine, characters are of age.
Summary: Sakusa has left you for many years, deleted every text with you asking him about his days, avoided your calls and your voicemails that offer a coffee chat around his block. He’s left no threads behind, no traces of your friendship for you to track. Your friendship is like a polished crime scene–any evidence of your friendship was left without any traces of fingerprints against the door handle and any cobweb of DNA of Sakusa’s presence in your life was thrown to the trash. He’s always been good at cleaning up messes—except, he forgets about how you alway tie the loose ends.
secret santa gifted to: (Crystal) @intomymindspace
beta reader @tetsunation and special mention to @chronoph0biac
word count: 7.5k
Not Sakusa’s failure of a love-life screaming in his face as he is forced into taking care of a seven-year-old who happens to spit gum under school-tables.
When Kormoi happens to grab the phone and dial a number, Sakusa apparently reins in the favorite of the former’s contact list and seems to be the freest, unpaid babysitter. And apparently, Kormoi had to be a 22-year-old idiot without a condom or friend that would sacrifice their souls for a seven-year-old child–a shame, really since Sakusa thought at least someone would have liked Kormoi enough to deal with the pain of a baby.
Oh my fucking god. First of all, thank you so much 🥺 second of all, holy shit. This was written so eloquently and beautifully there are actual tears running down my cheeks right now 😩😩😩 and third.... I can’t even describe my emotions. Soft? Bittersweet? Absolutely in love? Fuck 🥺😭🥰 thank you so much for this secret Santa and I hope your holidays are as warm as your writing has made me feel 🥺💕
pairing: tendou satori x reader
contains: fluff, friends to lovers, does santa claus is real? the rumor come out, tendou has a sad(der) backstory, it’s…cheesy, cringe (vine is heavily heavily referenced)
w/c: 2.9k+
rq by: @cryswinches
listening to: my only wish (this year) - britney spears
it’s a carterlicious christmas!
The snow clung to every blade of grass that decorated the area in front of your apartment, holiday songs could be heard no matter what store you entered, and the roads seemed lined with more people than you knew lived in the city- all racing to make sure they got the gift for their loved one that best described how important they were to them. Most importantly? Bugs had returned to hell, where they belonged. You were bundled up in your favorite hoodie and fleece-lined leggings, shouldering a blanket that covered both you and your best friend, Tendou- who sat directly at your side.
The pair of you were huddled around your phone, tilted sideways as a compilation of Vines blasted from all speakers. Was it borderline cringey to still be watching these, so many years later? Yeah, yeah it was, but Tendou had taught you a long time ago to not hide any part of yourself, regardless of what others perception of you was. At least, that’s how you justified the way you were both in stitches at twelve minutes thirty-six seconds into the video.
Y’all 🥺 @keishinslove wrote this after I sent in a request on my main for their Christmas song event thing and I 🥺 it is very beautiful. Please check it out and STUFF 😩😩😩
