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Shade | Oikawa Tooru

Summary: Oikawa wants to break up because the shade of his once bright relationship has darkened and it’s his fault for not loving her enough.

Word count: 2,471k

Fic notes + warnings: Oikawa x fem!reader, mentions of fluff (through flashbacks), angst, mentions of cheating, one-shot, swearing(?), established relationship, song fic, based off of Shade by Yukika.

Song link: https://youtu.be/rK69AriTIZc

Note from the author: Hi, hello! So, this is probably one of my first ever angst fics and I have been meaning to write this for MONTHS now and haven’t had time. Once I heard this song I knew I had to write something based off the lyrics! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry if there is any errors in grammar or any of that, I’m too lazy to edit. Lots of love! -Cyber

Let’s break up,

Oikawa stared at the ceiling of his bedroom with a peacefully sleeping (Y/n) by his side. His mind scattered with the only coherent thought being the thought of breaking off his relationship with his current girlfriend. At this point, He knew it couldn’t stay just a thought and that it had to be an action made in his part. He needed to break things off. 

The longer he stared at his ceiling the worse his thoughts got and the twist in his stomach tightened.

Because I’m a bad person, because I don’t love you.

Tooru glanced over at (Y/n)’s sleeping form and felt his heart clench. He knew what he was doing was horrible. He knew he was a horrible person for staying after what he did. He was horrible for not loving her the way he used to. She deserved to be loved but he couldn’t give that to her.

Your shade is darkness to me, goodbye.

Staring at (Y/n) peacefully sleeping, he couldn’t help but feel this disgusting guilt in himself over what he had done and her not knowing anything. It made her once warm, bright, caring nature feel dark and all because of his own guilt. All of this because of something he did to someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who didn’t know what he did.

Maybe it wasn’t love between us. Was that an unjustified, meaningless relationship?

Tooru rationalized with himself almost every night that their relationship was just a simple, forgettable high school relationship. One that people would call silly in the future due to them thinking it was truly love. He was right, wasn’t he? They were only in high school, it’s not like those relationships last. That’s what he told himself. Though, he knew the truth. He knew that (Y/n) was possibly the best thing to happen to him. That (Y/n) loved and trusted him. She accepted him for himself, his flaws, and never once wanted him to change. She loved him for who he was even though he felt he didn’t deserve it.

The momentary tremble, the momentary joy

Tooru felt like his heart was about to explode as he awaited (Y/n)’s answer. Her (e/c) eyes staring at him wide and her whole face covered in shock. It felt like hours to him as he waited for her to answer. Suddenly, he heard a laugh. A laugh he had grown to love throughout his time getting to know the girl. One that never failed to make his face break out into a smile.

“You’re telling me, the Oikawa Tooru: Captain and setter of Seijoh; Aoba Josai’s idol, is asking me out?” She asked smugly while smirking up at him. “what happened to ‘My only love is volleyball’, hmm?” she chuckled as she referenced what he had once said to a confession he had gotten earlier that year. The sentence alone was enough to make his face heat up in embarrassment.

“You know I only said that to get her to leave me alone!” He huffed making her laugh once more.

“No way! Are you embarrassed, Tooru-kun?” (Y/n) teased. Tooru glared slightly at her response and swallowed back the slight hurt from her lack of answer. “You know what, let’s just forget about this, (Y/n)-chan…okay? I’ll see you later.” He quickly dusted off what he said earlier and smiled to save face from the embarrassment of being rejected. Turning on his heel ready to forget this happened and head to practice.

“Wait, Tooru!” She quickly grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry, I would love to go out with you.” Her voice trembled slightly like she suddenly realized he was serious about his confession. Those trembly words were enough to send his heart into overdrive. Before she knew it, Oikawa scooped her up in his arms and smiled.

“Tooru!” She squeaked out of surprise. There was a beat of silence as he held her and took in the joy of this moment.

“(Y/n)-chan?”

“hm?”

“I’m so getting you back for teasing me earlier.”

Those emotions sometimes become an after-image that torments me

His stomach twisted remembering that day. He remembers the pure happiness he felt when he finally told her his feelings. The days after where he would tease her just to see her get embarrassed, where they would do stupid things together, where they would just want to be with each other for the hell of it. Those once amazing times made him feel sick and he knew he was at fault for it. All because he felt unfulfilled with the endless love he was given. All because he was selfish and wanted more. 

Tooru’s eyes stung with tears as he realized the weight of what he had truly done. Just staring at her was causing him to feel guilty. Quickly turning away from her, he stared at his bedroom wall and waited for sleep to consume him.

Let’s break up, because I am a bad person. Because I don’t love you. Your shade is darkness to me.

It was morning after the long night. (Y/n) was in the living room talking on the phone with her mother while Oikawa slowly made his way out of his room. He didn’t want to face her. Last night was hard enough, but he couldn’t tell her no when she asked to stay the night with him. He made his way to the living room hoping she would be to busy on the phone to notice him. He wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. He didn’t want to hurt her but if he didn’t tell her then it would only cause more pain.

but could he even handle that pain? Could he handle no longer having her in his life? 

“Oh! Morning, Tooru!” 

He was too caught up in his thoughts to realize that he was in the living room. (Y/n) greeted at him with a bright smile and quickly went to end the call with her mother.

Stop it. I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me? Goodbye.

Tooru tensed slightly as she ended the call and turned to him once more. She was quick to see his change in body language and tilted her head in concern, “Hey, are you okay?”

That question felt like he was being punched in the gut. He couldn’t stand her caring for him after his unfaithful actions. He couldn’t stand any of the situation anymore. Even though he wanted to wait to have this conversation his guilt was eating him alive. He would rather see her angry and yelling at him than her being so caring after him doing what he did.

“We need to talk” the words quickly left his mouth.

Memories can sometimes wear a smiley mask when the truth isn’t really like that

(Y/n) was quick to agree and sat next to him on the couch. She seemed to notice his off actions. In honesty, He knew she has taken notice the past couple of days. He was avoiding her in the halls when at school. He would only see her in the mornings before class, during lunch, and during practice. Even during those times he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t her Tooru. His usually playfulness was forced. His eyes didn’t match his smile but she never questioned. He knew she wanted to believe everything was fine yet even she knew everything wasn’t fine.

“Let’s break up.” As he said those words, it seemed they both felt as if ice water was dumped on them. It was quiet. (Y/n) stared at him as if searching for reason while Tooru felt his stomach twist knowing her next move.

“Why?”

It was a simple question yet it felt like one of the hardest that Tooru had ever answered in his whole life.

By you, I wish I wasn’t engraved in you mind like a cold you once had. I don’t want be your past.

He felt like he couldn’t answer. He knew that she truly loved him. He knew that this would hurt her deeply. He was someone that was deep into her life, someone that, if they left, would leave a scar on them. He absolutely hated that he was that engraved into her life. 

(Y/n) was his best friend before he became her boyfriend. He didn’t want all that to be done. He truly didn’t want to be just in her past and nothing more than a douchebag boyfriend. He didn’t want her gone from his life but he knew that he deserved to just be someone from her past. That she would move on with her life and he wouldn’t be apart of it. 

Her gaze seemed to refuse to leave his face as she waited for the answer. He hated that he could already see the hurt in her face. It was probably mirrored on his own. Tooru knew the next words to fall from his mouth would sting the both of them, but it had to be said. It needed to be said.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Silence.

After a moment, a wobbly pained smile made it onto (Y/n)’s face. “I understand.”, She whispered out trying to cover the obvious pain in her voice. Her eyes were slowly filling with tears that she seemed to be fighting off. Tooru felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn with the same tears as hers. He had no right to cry after the harsh words he said to her but he couldn’t help it.

Now, there’s nothing between us. I don’t want you to try hard to bother me, it’ll be harder for me.

“Can we still be friends?” She asked weakly as she stood from her seat, her body no longer facing him. He knew she was crying and trying not to let him see. That action itself was enough to get a few tears to slip from his stinging eyes. A sob was bubbling in his chest but he forced it down.

Could they still be friends? 

He pondered over it before. As much as he wants to still be in her life, he knew he couldn’t. Every time he would look at her, he knew he would feel guilt and the pain of his own actions. Looking at her alone would make him want to hug her and tell her he was sorry hundreds of times, and he knew she would forgive him; but he didn’t deserve forgiveness. He needed to suffer for what he did to someone who deserved nothing but the world. Even if it meant losing an old friend. 

After a long silence, she knew his answer. Once again, she nodded as if she understood and quickly cleared her throat. “Okay then…Goodbye, Tooru….” The sentence died at the end of her throat as if she had one more thing to say but couldn’t bring herself to say it. Tooru got up and walked her to the front door. He refused to meet her eyes as he opened the door for her. 

“I love you” were the only words she said as she swiftly left.

Will I be okay by myself? Will I be okay without you? I’m afraid, but the longer we hold on it’ll be more painful.

That night Oikawa laid in his bed, chest aching, eyes red from tears, and phone in hand .He questioned himself millions of times after what happened. Staring at the picture of the two of them on his home screen kept taunting him with the questions if he would truly be fine without (Y/n) in his life. Someone he considered his best friend. Someone who taught him that it was okay to not be the best. Someone who didn’t judge him if he broke down from the stress of everything.

Deep down he knew that if he never broke it off, (Y/n) would only suffer more. That he would suffer as well but that his suffering was deserved. He was selfish but he couldn’t let someone innocent be in pain because of his infidelity. If he had held onto her, she would no longer be the bright light that others needed.

Slowly, Tooru turned off his phone and closed his eyes finally letting himself sob. Letting himself understand the loss he caused and the pain he gave someone he deeply cared for.

Let’s break up,

Months have passed. Time has moved on, but Oikawa hasn’t. Everything still hurt as fresh as the day he cheated. The day he ruined everything. 

No one noticed though. On the outside, Tooru was still that happy-go-lucky, flirty, confident volleyball captain that girls loved. No one could tell that he was still suffering from his own actions months ago. The only one that was ever able to tell when Tooru was faking was (Y/n) and she has moved on, no longer apart of his life. 

Wondering the halls, He was quickly pulled to stop when he heard a familiar laugh. One that he used to love but now only reminded him of his disgusting actions. He should’ve kept walking but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know how she was, if she was happy, if she hated him, he didn’t care. He wanted to just see her once more.

I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me?

As his brown eyes made their way towards the sound, he spotted her.

She looked happy and laughing with a friend of hers. His heart felt like it was squeezed when she looked over in his direction. What was going to happen? Would she instantly ignore him? He wouldn’t be hurt if she did.

But it didn’t happened.

(Y/n)’s eye met Tooru’s and she smiled. A smile that held no malice, no pain, no anger. She lifted her hand and gently waved in his direction, the soft smile never leaving her face as she did so and with a small nod in his direction, she walked off with her friend.

Tooru felt sick. He felt confused. Why didn’t she hate him? Why did she still treat him so kindly? Seeing her treat him kindly hurt so much worse than if she hated him. He wished she would hate him. If she hated him, the pain would stop. He did nothing but hurt her; yet here she was still treating him with that warm, bright kindness that brought him to her in the first place.

He stood staring at the spot she once stood and with his heart aching realized that he was finally just someone from her past.

Goodbye

[deliqwuette]

WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO (ft. oikawa tōru)

↺ fluff, suggestive content. tōru and gender neutral reader are in a long-distance relationship.

↺ word count: 0.8k words

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It’s been a long while since you’ve spent a morning with Tōru. Supporting your boyfriend from a completely different country with a life of your own is not an easy balance, but as you stare at the brown locks that swoop across his forehead and the pillow, it’s as if the months were nothing for the two of you to endure.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His eyes remain shut, but his lips curl into a smirk. He looks stunning like this, with a halo above his head from the light streaming through the window. Bits of it catch onto his most prominent features: the steep slope of his nose, the sharp corner of his eye. Despite having half of his face buried deep into the plush of the pillow, you think that you have perfection at your fingertips.

You huff in laughter as you comb through the bird’s nest on the top of his head. Try as you might, the waves are a lost cause. Perhaps he also knows that he should shower, but for now you continue to lie in a mess of leg and limb. “Nothing ever gets by you, huh?”

His smile widens before his eyes open to gaze into yours. “No, of course not.”

Cold fingers follow the groove of his cheek and temple as the silence washes over you both. The world outside is already bustling with life — the honk of a car horn, the shuffle of feet moving down the hall, the rush of wind outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The ambiance surrounds you completely, but you remain in your own tiny bubble. No morning practices, no training sessions, no press meetings. Just the two of you. For Tōru, it’s a breath of fresh air.

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YOU WISH IT WAS ME, DON’T YOU? 

cw: fake dating, wedding cake testing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, so sweet i suddenly have a cavity, oikawa is a big fat nerd pass it on

You don’t think you hear him correctly the first time. 

But when he repeats himself, brashly confident and clearly enunciating his syllables between teeth and tongue, you know you’ve heard him right.

You can’t stop yourself from blurting out a genuine, “And why the fuck would we do that?”

Your words are harsh but granted, it is a stupid request.

Oikawa has officially decided the two of you should go to a bakery for wedding cake testing—to pretend to be an engaged couple. In public. As friends. Platonically. For fun. 

He must’ve gotten hit in the head at practice. 

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[mysterystarz]

fool for you

pairing: oikawa tooru x g!n reader

genre: fluff (contains mutual pining), some angst (resolved)

warnings: reader is (almost painfully) oblivious, lots of cuteness, a bit of tenseness, mention of reader going on a date

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“how’d it go?”

oikawa was in front of you, breaths coming out slightly uneven as he stood at your door.

the sky had been dark, clouds covering a wide expanse of the sky and illuminated by the moons pale glow as they passed overhead. illuminated by the streetlights that lined the sidewalks, you’d never thought oikawa could look so beautiful.

or so sad.

“come inside,” you smiled warmly, opening your door wider, “you should consider staying the night.”

he wanted to. in fact, if you’d left it to him right there he’d settle deep into your covers, waiting for when you’d slide in next to him and chastise him with a smile on his face.

he wanted to feel your fingers trace his cheekbones gently, poking at his cheek when he looked at you a little too long.

it seemed however, that you hadn’t caught on to his affections — and that fact had led you to someone new.

“it was great!” you said, settling onto your bed, confusion seeping onto your features when oikawa didn’t join you. “they were super considerate and i’ve got loads of great books that i wanted.”

“that’s nice.” he didn’t meet your eyes. “sounds like a great time.”

“yeah,” was all you managed before you slipped onto the floor in front of him. “are you alright?”

“i’m fine,” he smiled, all his charm channeled into the most genuine grin he could possibly muster. “i just wanted to hear about you.”

you sighed. “i know you tooru. what’s really going on?“

you wished you already knew the answer. he wished he could tell you.

he wished that he’d be able to articulate the matter more gently.

“your date….” he trailed off, begging his thoughts to aid him, “they’re lucky to have you.”

“you have me too you know.” you hesitantly reached to cup his cheek and look into the warm brown eyes you loved so much. “you always will.”

“we won’t have much time for hanging out,” he sighs, “and they’ll be less and less of them. i don’t want to lose you.”

he looked up at you, and for a moment you’re startled by the sheer vulnerability in both his voice and face. you’ve never seen him like this, so open, so honest, so… raw.

“i’ll always have time for you.” you met his gaze (as if to communicate the feelings you held). “you matter to me.”

oikawa seemed unassured by those words, an almost pained expression slipping onto his face before he took your hand in his. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smiled, heart thudding treacherously in your chest.

“no.” oikawa responded quickly, “i love you…as in i’m in love with you.”

for a moment, you were unsure if you’d heard the words right. the silence in your room encompassed you both as you took it in, suddenly making sense of every single thing he’d said to you in the week, every smile, every touch.

everything.

it all made sense.

“how long?” you whispered, begging yourself to get a grip of your heart. you almost didn’t believe the chance (it was what had sent you on the date in the first place).

“i’m not sure,” he admitted truthfully, “all i know is that i woke up one day and a look at you was enough for me to know how i feel.”

the shock had faded to joy on your part, and you shook your head disbelievingly. “can’t believe i didn’t see it. i love you.”

his face brightened, reaching gently to cup your cheek. “say it again.”

“i love you tooru.” you say this time, with conviction. “i went out because i thought you weren’t into me like that.”

he deadpanned. “so much for being perceptive.”

“not my fault.” you shot back, smiling against his lips.

bonus:

oikawa had never been happier, but every now and then he always reminds you of how you weren’t able to tell at all

even iwa cant defend you, seeing as tooru had been obvious to the point of no return and you’d assumed it was a flirty courtesy from the setter.

but he loved you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[nanaminokanojo]

[7:06 PM] Oikawa X You

LOG #8 OF MY HAIKYUU!! TIMESTAMP DRABBLES

CHARACTERS: Oikawa Toru X You WORD COUNT: 1,200+ GENRE: fluff | comfort TRIGGER WARNING: mild separation anxiety SPOILERS: n/a

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A smile unconsciously drew itself across your lips at the feeling of Oikawa's hair between your fingertips. You've always liked his chocolate locks, even more when you were carding your hands through them. You sat on the couch while he was on the floor, shoulders between your legs. He's busy watching a volleyball match on his phone, no doubt knit-picking details from the players he could possibly go against. He's in the zone, and you know he could not be bothered when he decides to concentrate on this particular endeavor.

You didn't mind the stretches of silence between the two of you, satisfied with just being a latent presence moving around him. You understood the pressure that was on him being an international athlete, and if he wants time for it, you weren't going to stop him. It makes him happy. And if he's happy, you can rest easy.

But that wasn't always the case.

You hummed as you bent down slightly, catching his scent in the air as you inhaled deeply. He smelled like summers of old, faded roses and candy floss, the distinct hints heightening over the others depending on the circumstances. At that moment, he was a direct line to things which reminded you of happiness and easier days under the warmth of the sun just as summer gives up to fall.

Unable to hold back, you placed both your arms on his shoulders, burying your nose at the back of his head. You luxuriated in the smooth strands of his hair tickling your cheeks, the scent of his shampoo filling your senses. You nuzzled his nape, lightly brushing your lips on the side of his neck before wrapping your arms around him and propping your chin on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he asked, feigning annoyance except that you could hear the smile in his tone.

"Clamoring for your attention?" you offered to which he chuckled. You weren't one to do that, not even where he was concerned, knowing how independent you are that he felt useless where taking care of you was involved. Instead, you took care of him.

"And you think you're succeeding by…sniffing me?"

"The fact that you noticed means I am," you countered. "I love smelling you."

Oikawa reached up, patting you on the head, his eyes still glued to his phone.

You pecked him on the spot just below his ear. "I want my boyfriend back."

"You're holding onto him."

As if on cue, your eyes started to feel hot from behind, that tight feeling pervading your chest as you thought of how limited your time with him is. Most of his days were spent halfway around the world, the chances you could be with him, holding onto him like that, was when you felt dread the most. He will leave again, and you will have to adjust to his absence once more, the phase lasting for a rather long time before you're sure you are back on track again.

"Not for long." You withdrew, holding back the sobs that wanted to break free from your throat. You spoke in a steady tone because you didn't want him to worry. You want him to be happy by doing what he wanted, and you wanted nothing but to support him. But after all is said and done, you're only human, and you craved his presence constantly.

"Y/N, I wouldn't be leaving for another two weeks," he told you gently as you moved out of the couch, your feet hurriedly carrying you to the direction of the bedroom. "Baby, where are you going?"

You did not reply to his query, making a straight path towards the bed where you finally collapsed, curling into a fetal position as your tears silently fell. When you heard him enter the room, you grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it as if it would hide the evidence of your misery. You felt him sit beside you, tugging at it, but you held on tight, refusing to let him see your tears.

Instead of prying it off you, he laid down behind you, molding himself to the shape you've assumed. It was his turn to bury his face into your hair, doing as you did earlier as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and planting butterfly kisses on your nape and shoulders.

"As much as I hate seeing you cry, I'm relieved you feel that way at the prospect of me leaving," he told you then, his pretty voice ringing into your ears over the blood rushing to your head.

At that, you tossed the pillow away and faced him. You sniffed. "What's that supposed to mean? I always feel miserable when you leave."

Oikawa's lower lip jutted out at the sight of your tears. "You never show me. The last time I left, you hugged me, turned away and left."

"I didn't want to upset you. You're the one who's going to be on a long flight. You think I want you to see me crying beforehand?"

He cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs, his touch tender and warm. "I upset you this much, huh?"

You shook your head. "Not you. Never you, Toru." You snuggled closer to him, relishing his warmth. "This is why I don't want you to see me like this. I will support you no matter what even if it means we need to be apart. But I do get crazy sad when you're away."

Your words were followed by silence from his end. He started planting kisses on the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

"I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now," he broke the silence.

Looking up at him, you waited for him to speak further. He met your gaze, his bright eyes swirling with conflict.

"I would like you to come with me if you want to," he began. "I've been wanting to tell you that since the second time I came home, but I don't want you to just leave everything for me. I don't want you to think I don't support your endeavors."

Your eyes widened. "Move to Argentina, you mean?"

He nodded. "I thought it would be nice if we can spend more time together. It's kinda tiring not being able to see and hold you for long periods of time. And I thought it'd be a good way to take our relationship a step further."

You just blinked at him, unaware that he had such thoughts going on inside his head when you've had this agreement before, that if things didn't work out, you would both go your separate ways.

"You have the absolute say on it. I don't want to –"

You cut him short by seizing his lips with yours, hoisting yourself up to run your fingers into his hair and kissing him slow and gentle but with all the feeling of gratitude and love you felt for him. You held onto him, glad that you did for the last four years.

You withdrew, smiling when you saw the dazed look on his face. "I'll gladly leave everything for you, Toru. Hell, I'll learn Spanish for you."

"Yeah? You'll do that?" The eagerness and joy blooming into a smile on his face was unmistakable. That's all you wanted, his happiness. "I promise we'll come home as much as you want. I'll arrange it."

You snickered and hugged him, settling your head on the crook of his neck while your hand reached for his, twining your fingers together. "No need for that. As long as you're with me, I'm home."

-end-

God, that GIF!!! I'm like Fiona in "Shrek" with her little pink diary repeatedly saying, "Mrs. Fiona Charming" except my head goes, "Mrs. Oikawa *insert my name*." お願いだから、寝かせてください 、徹ちゃん。

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY FURUDATE HARUICHI’S “HAIKYUU!”. [20210825]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[selarina]

the 1 

→ Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: Oikawa has a mid-life crisis and he thinks of you. 

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warnings: mentions of divorce, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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[lexinympho]

Oikawa yawns and types out another well practiced response to someone's congratulatory text, managing to spice up his "thank you"s just enough to not seem like he's throwing out the same two words over and over.

He does mean it everytime though. He was delightfully surprised by the impromptu party his teammates put together for him, and quite literally spent hours talking to his high school friends, even walking decades down memory lane with Iwaizumi. He received numerous messages and comments from fans online, giving attention to the whole community through post instead of singling out a select few. As for gifts, it's reminiscent of his time at Aoba Johsai when he'd spend all day and the next going through everything.

Yeah, happy birthday to me.

Except it's not happy because it's sundown and he has yet to hear from you aside from a quick text you sent him around midnight at your time. It's something you'd previously told him would unfortunately happen today (of all days) due to your livelihood and job. You always had the tradition of being the first to wish him happy birthday right when the clock hits 12, so the fact that you didn't say anything to him until hours later is telling of how busy you must be.

You made sure to stress that you'd speak with him more when you find the time though, which he understands, but that doesn't really help his loneliness as he waits for you to call or at least text again before his day is over with.

Oikawa will say with certainty that there wasn't anything he deeply hated about being a professional volleyball player. Occasional annoyances of travel and adulthood in general are a given, but all of that is something he'd grown to live with, to the point that most of those annoyances simply fade into the background and become the new norm.

Being thousands of miles away from you is not a norm, never will be. It's much more than an annoyance that could easily be dealt with or accepted for what it is; not being able to see and hear you in person is something that grates at his soul without ever holding back. His phone can only do so much to ease his woes by allowing him to communicate with you from Argentina, and he can count on one hand how many times either of you physically met since his endeavor.

So, Oikawa can say with certainty that he deeply hated this. The conflicting time zones, missed calls or texts being caught up on later, and just not being able to hold you nearly as much as he would before pursuing his dream.

He turned back to his phone when he felt it vibrate in his hand, proceeding to sit up in bed so fast that his blood is rushing to catch up with the fast change in elevation. He paid no mind to the dizzy spell however, being much more invested in his phone the second he saw your icon appear. He doesn't wait to answer your call with an excited, "Hello!?"

"Excited much?" You quipped, but the guilt in your words was clear as day when you said, "Sorry I couldn't call sooner."

It's fine, is what he would say if it were at all fine, so he instead says, "It couldn't be helped, you had things to do."

"Well..."

He discerned the playful undertone to your voice when you trailed off, "What?" He makes a mental note of the background noise consisting of other voices and the sounds of busy people, They definitely aren't home right now.

"I actually got off of work early~"

He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, did you get off early for?"

"For your gift you volleyball addict." You don't let him retort to the lighthearted jest as you continue, "I needed enough time to get it ready and shipped over there."

"Shipped?" You speak as though you just got the gift together and sent it out today, meaning he definitely wouldn't be seeing it today. "Wouldn't it have made more sense to do it like a week earlier?"

"It would've arrived too soon then."

"I'd rather it be early than late, don't you?"

"Who says it'll be late?"

He hears a car door close on your side, but again decides to not comment and chooses to answer, "The clock that says 10:53 pm behind me."

"The shipping company says it should be there in 5 minutes or so."

The more you speak, the greater his confusion becomes. He jokes, "You must've paid triple for fast delivery."

"Something like that. It is a special one," you laugh with him before sighing, "Well, I have to go now, but keep an eye out for that gift."

"If it gets here on time. Otherwise, it's a belated gift."

"Right, you'd never let me live it down." Oikawa catches someone else's voice after you say that and nearly asks about your whereabouts until you pipe up quickly, "I really have to go, but I'll see you later, okay? Love you!"

You hang up, preventing him from calling you out on your little slip of the tongue.

'See you later'? Maybe it was an accident. Yeah. They've done that before.

Though he brushes aside his suspicions, they swim around his brain for the 5 minutes you'd informed him of earlier as he lingers on his phone for a bit longer. The longer he mindlessly scrolls through social media, the more apparent the red flags from before become now that his brain's had time to wake up and think over the phone call.

There's no way your job would let you leave at 10 am when you go in at 7. The earliest you've ever managed to take off was 3 pm, any earlier only being possible for emergencies.

Why would you wait until now to tell him about a gift, let alone send it? You aren't the type to be late with things like this, so it doesn't sound right for you to be sending it this late.

And speaking of sound, where the heck are you? You took advantage of his tired state and managed to avoid any mention of what you were doing. You even cut the call short.

...I'm too tired for this.

As badly as he wants to close his eyes, he does want to see this "special" gift you promised him. He doesn't get much time to wonder what the gift is when he hears 3 oddly familiar and solid knocks at his front door.

"Coming!" He yelled through his 8th yawn, drowsy yet anticipating while dragging himself out of his room to answer. Another red flag waves in the back of his mind once he reaches the door, this time reminding him of how much Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Makki asked about you while not explaining why.

Wait-

His confirmation comes in the form of you, visibly exhausted yet overjoyed to see him as you jump through the door frame to wrap Oikawa in a hug and exclaim, "Happy birthday!"

He's still processing how he didn't realize what you were doing sooner, blaming it on the long day he'd had that wore him out.

He soon hugs you back, still surprised but feeling the infectious elation from you, and says, "You're the gift, huh?"

You lift your head to sleepily grin at him and respond, "I said it was special, didn't I?"

He's compelled to smile back, "Yeah, you did."

He's just a few steps away from hitting the hay, his social battery is low from today's events, and he hardly spoke to you until now.

But you're here, and that's truly what matters most to him, so he supposes his birthday is happy this year.

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Fire On Fire (Oikawa Tōru)

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“Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

“Hm?” Oikawa hums, and somehow manages to tear his eyes off you to look at his best friend, nonplussed.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, shaking his head softly.

“Man, you’re down bad. You’re so busy drooling over her that you didn’t hear a word of what I just said.” The room is mostly dark apart from the colored lights dancing over the sea of people, and the music drums loudly in Oikawa’s ears. He could use that as an excuse; tell him the music’s too loud and therefore he hadn’t been able to hear him. With his brows knit together, offended, he opens his mouth to tell him just that, but Iwaizumi interrupts him before he can get a word out. “Don’t even try to deny it. I can practically see the hearts in your eyes. It’s disgusting.”

“I am going to deny it, because it’s a blatant lie,” he says, his own words making his stomach lurch a little. “If anything, she should be drooling over me. You know, like any other girl.”

His best friend stares blankly at him, letting out a soft, incredulous scoff after a moment.

“You’re so full of it.”

“And you’re being unnecessarily mean, Iwa-chan. Why would you even think—?”

“I don’t think— I know you like her. You have since high-school.”

Oikawa looks baffled for a second, scrunching up his nose a little and averting his gaze, which automatically finds its way back to you. He wishes you weren’t so far away.

“I don’t have silly crushes. I am the crush.”

Iwaizumi stares at him for a second with a deep frown on his face. He looks like he’s about to punch his friend — he just might.

“She likes you too. Go do something about it.”

Oikawa arranges his face into what he hopes is a puzzled expression, his own frown a little over exaggerated.

“There’s nothing to do,” he says with a light, nonchalant shrug.

Iwaizumi rubs the side of his face with the palm of his hand, letting out an exasperated groan. “You really are trash.” And before Oikawa can reply, he continues. “I’m going to get another drink. You just keep lying to yourself or whatever.”

Oikawa watches him until he disappears among the crowd, wondering if his best friend has noticed — and the obvious answer seems to be yes. And how could he not? Iwaizumi’s not stupid, and Oikawa has always been pretty obvious; at least to him.

But Iwaizumi had noticed, all right. The lingering touches, the way Oikawa would always make sure your shoulders brushed whenever you walked past each other, or how he would interrupt your conversations with unnecessary possessiveness (and pretty evident jealousy) whenever you were talking to other people. But the biggest giveaway was his smile. It seemed brighter when you were the person on the receiving end — bigger. It was one of the few times it was genuinely authentic, and he always seemed to save those for you.

Oikawa gives a heavy sigh, taking a sip from his red solo cup, holding it in his mouth for a second before swallowing, eyes fixed on your frame. Anyone who saw him would think it strange, because Oikawa Tōru doesn’t stare at just anybody; it was usually the other way around.

But there you are, and there he is — so close, and yet so far away from each other. All it takes is a couple steps, eight, maybe ten. Somehow, the distance seems much greater than that.

His eyes follow you as you head outside through the balcony’s door, which he assumes is empty. He leaves his cup forgotten on some table, walking with long strides towards the balcony — towards you. When he reaches the door, he hesitates for just a second, hand hovering over the doorknob. He gives a quick glance behind him and, when he makes sure nobody’s paying attention to him, he steps outside silently.

And there you stand, hands resting on the cold metal of the rail as you take in the stunning view of the city spread out before you. It’s nice; he won’t deny that, but he’d much rather look at you.

He steps close enough that you become aware of his presence, but you don’t turn around to face him. Instead, you smile softly. He takes in your flushed cheeks, tip of your nose flushed.

“You’re going to get cold,” he murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and placing it gently over your shoulders.

“Careful,” you whisper, quirking up an eyebrow. “Someone might be looking.”

“All they’d see is me being the gentleman that I am.”

Your snort makes him smile; he likes hearing your laugh, whether it comes out as a light giggle or a sudden, weird and unnecessarily loud bark.

“Why aren’t you enjoying the party?” you ask him. Your voice is quiet as though you’re sharing a secret with him. You’re used to using that tone with Oikawa. “Shouldn’t you be impressing all the ladies with your fabulous moves?”

He puffs up his cheeks, mimicking your pose. His right hand is so close to yours that he can feel the warmth radiating off your skin, a nice contrast to the chilly weather outside. If he moved just a bit closer, he’d be able to touch it, maybe even hold it. It’s absolutely stupid and unfair that he can’t.

Oikawa’s quiet for a second, pursing his lips, deep in thought.

“Well, the only lady I’d like to impress decided the party was not up to her standards.” He shifts his hand a little to the right, and his pinky makes contact with yours, and he lifts it to place it on top of it. “Got too boring for you?”

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Only (Oikawa Tōru)

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Oikawa is too clingy for his own sake, to the point you’d almost say he can be a little cloying sometimes. He always seems to have the need to be touching you — always patting your head mockingly, pinching your sides to tickle you or pressing his leg against yours whenever you sit together —which is pretty much always, because he insists on it—. You really don’t know where people get that he’s a jerk. You’d say he’s probably one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met; and sure, it might get just a teeny-tiny annoying sometimes, but you usually don’t mind it… Because you’ve been in love with your best friend of years for a long time.

So you accept the accidental brushes of his fingers, his playful nudges on your shoulder and teasing arm around your neck gratefully —look away with a pained expression whenever he speaks to all those girls— because if ‘friends’ is the only way you’ll ever get to have him, you won’t hesitate to take it.

“Those were an awful lot of hugs,” you comment, scrunching up your nose in mock disgust.

He snorts, shaking his head softly and grinning down at you.

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N-chan. I save my best hugs exclusively for you.” And, as if to prove his words, Oikawa pulls you into the tightest hug he’s ever given you, resting his chin on top of your head. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you rest your forehead against his chest. You’ve waited for so long to hear those words coming from his lips, yet he said it in a totally different context. And he ruffles your hair playfully, the way he’d do to a friend, or a younger sister. Definitely not someone he could —maybe, in your wildest dreams— be in love with.

“I hate you.” No, you don’t.

“You love me.” Yes, you do.

It’s crazy how absolutely oblivious he is to your feelings for him. Maybe you’re not as obvious as his bunch of fans that follow him around everywhere he goes, but you’re sure their feelings could never compare to yours. Despite all that, you know you’d never do anything about it — you’d rather have a small piece of his heart than lose all of it for your stupid feelings.

“You’re so annoying”, you huff, pulling away.

Oikawa’s arms tighten around your body for the smallest fraction of a second as though he doesn’t want to let you go just yet.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go, then.”

Later that day it’s pouring rain and you don’t have a an umbrella with you. The rain seems to have come out of nowhere, dark clouds ruin a perfectly sunny day and drench anyone who’s been taken off-guard — meaning you. All you managed to do was take shelter under the roof of a nearby flower shop, although it’s no good, because you’re feet are sprinkled when the droplets of water hit the ground.

You hug your arms to your chest, shuffling your feet as you lean a little to check the street, on the lookout for the boy with chocolate hair. A few minutes go by before he shows up, panting as if he’s just run a marathon. You roll your eyes at his dramatic grimace, knowing too well he has much more stamina due to volleyball.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his shoulder brushes yours when he hurries to squeeze in next to you. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Well, you know me, I just love getting my feet wet,” you grumble, tightening your arms around yourself. You shove him a little with your own shoulder because you notice that there’s enough room for both of you to fit comfortably, yet he chooses to stand practically on top of you.

He shoves you back, pushing himself further against you. “Ah, yes. Wet feet. Everyone’s favorite thing.” You glare at him, huffing in annoyance, and he shows both hands in mock surrender. “Okay, sorry. Look, how about I apologize by… buying you a cup of coffee?” he suggests, nodding at the small coffee shop a short distance away.

“You want to buy my forgiveness? That’s low, even for you, Oikawa.” You place a hand over your chest dramatically. He cocks an eyebrow, clicking his tongue. “Add a slice of cake to that and I’ll consider it.”

He smiles brightly at you, pinching your cheek with a soft laugh.

“Anything for my favorite girl,” he says, and his words make your heart clench in your chest. You grimace, although he doesn’t see it. Oikawa notices the rain easing little by little until it becomes a light drizzle and offers you his hand with a gentle smile on his lips. “Shall we?”

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Tooru is limping. 

You saw it on the court during the match, you saw it as he walked off the court, and you see it as he walks towards you in the hallway, showered and grinning the same grin you recognize as placating. 

“I’m going out to celebrate the win,” he tells you as he approaches you. You can tell he’s trying to stay light on his feet so that his limp is less noticeable, but you can see it still. “Do you want to tag along or would you rather go home?” 

You tell him you’ll go home, that you’ll make him something to eat for when he gets back and press a chaste kiss to his lips, a murmured ‘good game’ whispered between you. 

He does get back early—he goes out with his teammates, refrains from drinking because of his diet and comes home long before you’re ready for bed, not long after you’ve prepared dinner. 

“You’re limping,” you mention, when he’s walked in and put down his bag, when he’s alone and has nothing to hide. He pauses in kicking off his shoes, giving you a look—one that’s guarded, that puts his walls up quickly, a self defense mechanism. 

You want to kiss him. You want to hold him close, to give him the softness his friends were never capable of by nature. It’s not their fault, really; they still care for them, all of them do. They just don’t show him the same type of care, the type that he needs so desperately to show vulnerability. 

“I’m just fine!” He tells you. You can hear the crack in his voice—the way he sounds unsure but stands his ground regardless. “Don’t worry about me, I feel great.”

You’re used to this, the breaking down of his walls when he’s been so used to keeping them up around others. It’s not something you enjoy doing, but love is a conscious effort you make every day; one with sacrifices and struggles and obstacles in the way. This is one of those struggles—and the effort is worth being with him every day. It’s not worth being without him over. 

“Tooru,” you warn. He only spares you a glance before he’s looking away, keeping his eyes off you as he lines his shoes up and walks further into the apartment. 

There’s dinner waiting on the table. It’s still steaming—you got lucky with timing, really. When you got home you weren’t hungry, so you waited a while before starting. Now, your plates both sit at the table across from each other, ready to be eaten complete with silverware, water for Tooru and milk for you. 

“Tooru—come here,” you urge. As he approaches you stand, waiting for him to finally stand in front of you, a guilty look in his eyes that tells you he knows what you’re going to ask, what you’re going to implore from him. 

When he’s finally approached you, you swing your arms out and wrap them around his neck to pull him against you. He slouches a bit in order to bury his face in your neck, so you sit the both of you down so that he’s not straining himself to curl into you. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” 

And so he does. 

For once, it only takes those simple words. No coaxing, no pleading, no waiting. He just spills—tears and words; he talks about his knee, he talks about his fear of not being or doing enough, he talks about his probably way too high expectations of himself. 

And you just listen. You take in all the information, you don’t speak unless you’re prompted, and the entire time you hold him close, fingers sifting through his hair as he rambles and rambles. 

The food is cooled down by the time he’s finished. He complains about it (“now we have to eat leftovers” “it’s not leftovers, Tooru’’ “well it might as well be…”), but there’s a slope to his shoulders and a tilt to his lips that tells you he’s okay for now. 

He seems more relaxed—like just telling you his struggles is what takes that weight off his shoulders. You watch the way his smile reaches his eyes this time, the way they’re open and warm instead of guarded with walls built up all around. 

There will be more bumps in the road—he’ll ignore his own needs some more, he’ll struggle opening up just as much and some days you’ll have to damn near force him to stop moving for a few moments to rest. 

But for now, you’re happy knowing that you can be of help just by listening and being an ever present energy. For now, you’re happy knowing that even with those struggles, even with the fights and his flaws, you are his home. 

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“ if there’s one thing i’m sure of, i am sure that you have always belonged with me ”

- akif kichloo

at certain points in life, we come across people who stop by to drastically change our lives in a way, that will never be the same again. and sometimes? those people walk in to stay permanently.

oikawa tooru. a man widely known around the world. he has the looks, the skills, not to mention the capability to achieve things that hasn’t been done by others.

looking back at yourself, never in your wildest dreams would you have thought , that you’d end up with him. it’s always the unexpected people that turn out to be the best in your life, and maybe that’s why we should cherish those who end up staying instead of constantly finding ways to push them aside, simply because we think we’re not worthy of having them.

lately, a question has been plaguing your mind and no matter how much you put yourself into work, or try to drown it out, it doesn’t work. casting it aside only makes you focus on it more whether it’s directly or indirectly.

“why did you marry me?” without realizing, the question slipped out from your mouth. typically, you’re not an insecure person. you have your days where you think you’re the hottest bitch alive, but there are days where you feel extremely self conscious of yourself and your actions. safe to say, it’s one of those days. except this particular doubt wasnt going away.

oikawa stopped mixing sugar into his usual coffee and set aside his spoon. turning around with the mug in his hand, he looks into your eyes, almost as if he’s wondering why on earth you’d ask him such a question on a lovely sunday morning.

you take the time to engrave the scene in front of you. oikawa was shirtless. only wearing low waisted grey sweatpants, where his v line was slightly noticeable. his beautiful body was on display just for you. like a mannequin dressed in pretty clothing for people to stare at. only difference is, he was for your eyes only. and not not for the world. you start feeling lucky to have witnessed such a delightful sight.

“why did i marry you, you ask?” oikawa questions again, making sure he heard you right.

nodding your head slowly, you allow yourself to focus on the mug he was holding in his hands. trying to distract yourself from how nervous you were feeling, when in reality, you had nothing to be nervous of.

oikawa brings the mug to his lips, sipping as he sighs internally.

“well. let’s see then” he puts his mug down on the marble countertop and walks out to the balcony where the white curtains could be seen swaying from side to side due to the morning breeze.

you curiously follow him, wondering why he had to change spots to answer your question. oikawa stands outside and rests his hands on the railings, palms facing down, lightly gripping it. he looks out to the distance and takes in the view of the city. it was quiet. peaceful. traffic hadn’t started yet. people were in the comfort of their homes, sleeping. you gaze around , taking in the sky and how the sun seemed to shine brighter than ever.

finally, after what felt like forever, oikawa turns out to look at you. feeling shy, you gaze down at the ground, taking in how empty the streets looked in the early hours of morning.

“i married you because you made me feel comfortable in my own skin”

looking up as fast as you could, you notice oikawa shyly gazing at his hands that haven’t grown rough throughout the years, though he’s played volleyball and still does. of course according to him, he applies strawberry scented hand cream every hour of the day

inhaling a deep breath oikawa collects his thoughts and starts speaking again. this time, with confidence.

“i married you because talking to you makes me smile. it makes my chest bloom with this.. this happiness that i’ve never gotten in my entire life” he smiles to himself, not realizing that he was doing that. he was reminiscing the memories that he created with you in the past

“i married you because the thought of you being in someone else’s arms physically killed me inside” his face hardens momentarily at the mere thought of it, before deciding to resume answering your question.

“i married you because my body literally aches at the thought of never seeing you again. i married you because i like the way you dance to music when you think no one is around” oikawa let’s out a snicker as you repeatedly smack his arm.

oikawa wraps his sturdy arm around your waist, slowly pulling you into his chest. you rest your palms on his chest, feeling satisfaction in the way his heart beats at a regular pace.

“to tell you the truth. i don’t have much to offer. but i’d give you everything i’ve got. i’d give you late night drives, food at 3 am, someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, all of it”

he finishes with a sweet, warm kiss on your forehead, somehow hoping you’d feel his unconditional love for you that only seems to increase every single day.

you gaze up at him and smile, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of love you were receiving. oikawa grasps your left hand, using his thumb to gently swipe across your wedding ring. he brings your hand upwards towards his face, pecking your skin. that small act seemed to have spread goosebumps across your entire body.

“ if there’s one thing i’m sure of, i am sure that you have always belonged with me ”

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