When I'm No Longer Young
He wasn't short of people loving him for his beauty, but rarely does a person come who wishes to see stand beside him and see him grow old. Until you.
Oikawa x reader, male reader, fluff, angst (?) kind of not really, established relationship, timeskip! Oikawa, hurt/comfort (I guess) A/N: I'm gonna be honest I've only watched 1 episode of Haikyuu so this is probably ooc and my knowledge is based off of how the fandom portrays him.
It will be Christmas soon and Oikawa made sure you were out for the day so he could prepare your present. You weren't lacking in anything and it's hard to gauge what you wanted, he was sure you'd just say "anything you give me is fine" and he definitely doesn't agree with that statement. He has to give you something good this Christmas! For the past Christmas' that have passed, your gifts had only gotten better and better. From handmade crafts when you were still in school, to high quality volleyball gear in college, to a whole vanity you built for him after graduation, and a necklace with a pendant made from your blood and more. Oikawa's separate room was filled with your gifts and some he even stashes in his closet.
You had been one-upping him every Christmas and he decided that this Christmas it'll be his turn to make your heart overflow with warmth from his thoughtfulness! He did his research, searching online what a good present for a man your age would be good and asked his friends what they'd like to receive for Christmas. He was ready to buy you the best Christmas gift ever!
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Oikawa had no clue what to get you.
"What do you think? Would he enjoy building things like this?" asked Oikawa's reluctant voice to Iwaizumi.
"Uhh I guess?" Iwaizumi answered, unsure. "I need an 'I'm sure' not 'I guess'" Oikawa huffed in exasperation as he put the lego set back in its shelf.
"Just get it, why are you so stressed? He'll like anything you give him, you dolt" Iwaizumi snapped back. "That's the thing! I want him to like what I get because he likes it not because I gave it to him" Oikawa pouts which made Iwaizumi roll his eyes.
"You're already this old and you're pouting over this?"
"[name] said I look cute when I pout!"
"Only he would ever say something like that, seeing an old man acting all cute isn't that appealing" Oikawa gasped. "I am NOT an old man!"
Iwaizumi had already started walking to the next aisle. "Yeah yeah, check this out, a journal is a pretty standard gift, right? You can get him a fancy pen"
"Ugh but that's so basic..." and so the tiring shopping begun with Iwaizumi being dragged around all day.
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"Ugh why is it so hard to shop for gifts" Oikawa grumbled as he was left alone in front of a random shop waiting for Iwaizumi to get back from the bathroom.
The phone played at a loud volume, the ingratiating voice of the influencer with the overly cheery accent gave Oikawa advice on what to buy for a lover this Christmas.
A certain video caught his eye.
"It's important to keep the spark after being together for so many years. The stagnant part of the relationship is what makes men prone to cheating because the spark isn't there anymore, there's nothing new, nothing exciting. This Christmas, rekindle the spark by trying something new, dress up again even if you have nowhere to go, remind your boyfriend that he bagged a baddie" Oikawa rolled his eyes. As if you'd ever think of cheating on him. He put the phone back in his pocket.
"Excuse me, Sir? Are you looking for gifts for your lover?" A saleslady walked up to him with a wide smile. "If you'd like, why don't you check out our store? We've been having lots of customers like you this holiday season, I'll assist you if something ever catches your eye, I can assure you that our products are good quality" she leaned in with a smile as she led Oikawa inside.
Oikawa followed along, desperate enough to follow a saleslady.
"Is that so? What do you recommend?" Oikawa asked as he looked around and only then did he realize: he was in a makeup store.
Well, you did have a bit of an interest in art, but he's never really seen you dabble in this kind of art before. Oikawa already followed the saleslady in, he felt that it would be rude to just walk out on her. He just nodded along as he was led around the store.
"This one is also quite popular, it's a great pigmented palette, this side is-" Oikawa tuned out most of the technical talk, he had no idea what language she was speaking.
"I'm sure your girlfriend already has a collection, but this one just hit the shelves, I'm sure your girlfriend would appreciate something new and exciting" Oikawa snapped out of his stupor and hummed as he looked down at his pocket and at the palette.
"Is...is it really that good?" He asked. The saleslady beamed as she explained in detail how the palette is used.
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Oikawa came home with a haul, a bunch of makeup products. He watched a tutorial on how to put it on properly. He couldn't help but frown as he saw the countless lines on his face. The saleslady said this pot container could do wonders with covering up blemishes. Oikawa huffed and got to work. Oikawa did as the tutorial video said and only got more frustrated when it didn't turn out like the video.
"When did I get so many wrinkles? Why isn't this pot thing covering it?" Oikawa grumbled as he put more product on, hoping that would fix it.
He looked down at his sweater and bit his lip. He'd had this sweater since he graduated, it's a bit out of date. He looked at the shopping bag and pulled out the new fashionable shirt and pants the saleslady recommended to him. He put it on and left a few of the buttons unbuttoned. It definitely looked out of place, he looked like an old man trying to be a kid. He grumbled as he looked at the mirror and rubbed at the line appearing on his face.
If things don't work out, he'll just shove the journal and pen to you and pray that you like it.
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"I'm home" your voice echoed through the house as you walk in, you expected Tooru to greet you with a kiss like usual, but you were met with silence. Looking around, you spot his shoes on the rack, making you only more suspicious. You walk to the kitchen and find that Tooru wasn't there either.
Opening the door to Tooru's personal bedroom, you were to see him disheveled on the seat of his vanity. It's been a while since you've last seen him get ready and use the vanity.
Tooru, hearing the door open turned to you, eyes trembling and red.
"Y-you're home? Why didn't you tell me you were coming home early? I-I was just getting ready for-for you" Oikawa stumbled through his words, gulping down every few seconds as if to hold something back.
"Tooru? What's wrong?" You immediately asked as you walked over to him.
"Nothing's wrong, everything's fine" Oikawa replied but the crack in his voice as he tried to deny it wasn't fooling you nor himself.
You reached out and held his face in your hand, pulling him close by the waist. "Why are you crying, Tooru?" You ask softly.
Oikawa didn't reply, biting his lip as he looked down in a feeble attempt to hide away from you.
"Tooru, please?" You lean down as you watch tears stream down his pretty face.
"Baby, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You panicked as you gently wipe away his tears.
It took a while for Oikawa to gather himself, knowing that only unintelligible babbles will come out if he tried to talk while he was crying, you didn't push him to say anything and just let him cry it out. After a long time, Oikawa called your name.
"Yes, darling?" you asked in a gentle tone.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" he whispered.
"Of course"
"As pretty as I was in high school?"
The hand rubbing Oikawa's back paused as you blinked slowly, you pull away a bit from Oikawa, only for him to hold on tightly, burying his face in your chest. You smile and pull Oikawa away from you again, making him look up at you. Concealer was smeared across his face, lipstick bright red, traces of mascara on his eyelid, covering a bit of the single shade of the bright blue eyeshadow he packed on his eyelid, a clear path from his eyes to his chin removed his makeup.
"No, you're prettier now" You replied quietly as you kissed the bridge of his nose.
"You're just saying that" Oikawa said in a quiet voice as he looked down, only for his chin to be captured by your hand and forced to look up.
"Tooru, my pretty Tooru" you started as you kissed his cheek, then his forehead, his jaw, his neck, his ears, his temple.
"You look so pretty in your makeup, seeing you get ready using the vanity I got you like you did all those years ago, I fell in love with you all over again" you whisper as you kiss his shoulder.
"R-really? The saleslady said you will if I wear it" Oikawa said.
You chuckled as you shook your head.
"No, baby, even if you were using a different brand, the outcome would be the same" you replied as you put your forehead against his.
"I will always continue to fall for you" you softly caress his messy hair.
Oikawa could feel tears well up in his eyes once more as his lips met yours.
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"What's this?" You ask, looking at a paper bag Oikawa shoved to you.
"Your Christmas present, it's not much, but it's from me so you better like it" Oikawa huffed as he turned away from you, face flushed.
"I thought last night was your gift?" you teased as he pushed you away with his foot.
You open the bag and see a journal from a brand that you like and a fountain pen you've been eyeing. You smile as you put the present away and wrapped your arms around Oikawa from behind. "Thank you, baby, you get me the best gifts" you whisper as you pull him close and kiss his face all over.
"Stop patronizing me" he pouted, but the slight upwards twitch of his lips didn't escape your eyes.
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Bonus:
One random morning, the journal rests snuggly in your bag, you were taking a shower and Oikawa couldn't help but be curious.
"Did he really like the journal that much? He keeps bringing it, what does he even write in here?" Oikawa opened the page and was surprised to see...your shitty handwriting.
"I even bought him an expensive fountain pen and he writes like this with it?" Oikawa frowned as he tried to decipher the hieroglyphs that somehow made it in your journal.
"Sneaking around?" your voice startled Oikawa, nearly throwing the thick journal to your face.
"Don't scare me like that!" Oikawa slapped your chest as you merely laughed at his startled expression.
"Look, this says, 'Today, Tooru-' and you read the rest" you teased.
"Ugh, I wasted my precious money buying you that pen! Your handwriting doesn't deserve it!" Oikawa said, you raise a brow and decided that statement deserved tickle torture.
Oikawa screamed as he tried to get away, but despite being an athlete, you still manage to pin him down and overpower him.
With the journal forgotten at the edge of the bed, Oikawa has yet to find out; in the journal every entry starts with "Today, Tooru".
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this short story! It's more of a little treat for myself. At first, I was going to make this an unspecified character, but then I realized how hard it was to make a story revolving a blank slate (I know, ironic since this is an x reader) so I decided to go with Oikawa since he fit the character archetype I was thinking of (I hope). Happy Holidays!
