⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? well, it's not when oikawa tooru asks you to fake-date him so he could, apparently, make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
⤷ pairing. oikawa tooru x fem!reader
⤷ genre. ANGST (ya already know it), a pinch of fluff, college!au, best friends to lovers, lovers to strangers, unrequited(?) love, fake dating obv
⤷ warnings. cursing
⤷ update. random
⤷ disclaimer. pictures used are not mine and are all credited to their owners. haikyuu characters are owned by haruichi furudate.
CHAPTERS
playlist
teaser one | teaser two
four horses of the apocalypse + one donkey & the extras
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
marga's notes. okay, let's have a bit of fluff and false hopes so that the angst will hurt a bit more ^_^
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
YEAR 2021.
[7:59AM] Makki: hello miss ma'am, are you alive? CLASSES ARE ABOUT TO START !! are you really gonna be late for your first day in this subject !?!
“I know, Takahiro Hanamaki...” you spoke with gritted teeth after checking your phone and panting a few times, “why else would I run like my life depended on it.”
You continued running, cursing the ridiculously long hallway in your mind and thanking the gods upon your arrival in front of the door. The professor was nowhere to be found yet, which means you're not late.
A smile of relief formed on your face as you went inside, only for it to disappear as you see a woman sitting beside Makki, where your usual seat was. Said lad only mouths an apology as he meets your glare.
Your eyes scan the room, stopping on two vacant seats in the farthest left. After letting out an exasperated sigh, you begrudgingly walk to the seat, plopping down with a frown on your face. You bury your face in your arms, hoping to get a quick nap but a fake cough prevents you from doing so. You bring your head up and find yourself looking at a black curly haired man. Despite the mask that adorns his face, irritation was visible in his eyes.
He has pretty moles, you thought.
“That's my seat,” he says sharply.
“Uhm... are you talking to me?” You tilt your head and point at yourself in confusion.
“Who else would I talk to then? Do you see anyone sitting where you are right now?” He answers crankily.
Nevermind the moles, this boy is straight up a jerk.
You scoffed at his rudeness and cross your arms, “Rude much? There's literally a vacant seat beside me? Maybe sit there?”
“But that's my seat,” he presses on, mirroring your actions and crossing his arms as well.
“Oh, really? Does it have your name on it?” you scan the chair, “nothing's written in here. That means it's not yours, is it?”
“I've always sat there, even last semester for another subject,” he states, as if it's was the most obvious thing in the world.
“This is unbelievable. I don't even know who you are!? And as I've said a while ago, you can sit here,” you gesture to the one beside you, “it's literally not taken.”
He was about to make another reply but as if on cue, your professor walks in, “Morning, class. You might be wondering why the room's full today, huh? I decided to merge your classes for now so we could utilize the class hours we have seeing as it won't really affect your schedule for your other subjects. Now, let's start the discussion, shall we?”
The unnamed boy in front of you sends you what seems like a deadly glare and sits, whispering under his breath, “Chair thief.”
You look at him in disbelief. Someone could actually be this petty? Over a freaking chair?!
Oh dear god... he's a nightmare.
“Can you believe that rude ass? We didn't even share a single class for the last three years, how in the world was I supposed to know him and his damn seat!? And I'm a what? Chair thief!?” you rant to the boy in front of you, who only shakes his head in reply.
“For people who are about to graduate in a few months, you're both childish,” Iwaizumi comments as he takes a bite of his burger, “who was that anyway?”
“He's childish! I'm not! And I don't know, I would never even bother to ask for his name... that asshole,” you grumbled.
“Well, you're childish too. Couldn't you have just sat on the vacant seat you were telling him to sit on?” he shrugs.
“Why should I adjust to his stuck-up ass? I got there first!” you argue, only for your dear friend to let out a sigh.
“This is pointless, you're both just too stubborn,” he shakes his head, “anyway, how was your family check up? Did the doctor say anything? Are you fine?”
You froze for a moment before shoving a piece of meat in your mouth, ignoring the way your hand lightly shook. And then you gulped, ignored the prickly vines that wrap itself around your throat tightly, buried the guilt that's threatening to drown you, and choked out, “Yeah, I'm fine. Very fine, in fact.”
He stares at you for a moment before nodding slowly, not entirely convinced due to your behavior but he doesn't think you have any reason to lie to him, “okay... that's good to hear then.”
The smile you show him doesn't quite reach your eyes. How could you when you just lied to one of your friends? But then again... how would you even tell him you only have a few months to live?
marga's notes. this is a month late but hello im back skdjeksb
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
marga's notes. here's my constant reminder that this story is angst :D
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
marga's notes. i am so so so excited /cackles like a madman/
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
marga's notes. are the tags working now bc i might just riot if it doesn't
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
YEAR 2020.
marga's notes. no mercy for new year, just angst as always <3
⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.
25 Dec 2023, 00:01
"I still love you, you know? I don't think I'll ever stop," Tooru breaks the silence with a melancholic smile on his face as he leans forward to rest his arms against the railing, ignoring the cold sting the winter brings. The front porch was quiet compared to the ruckus his friends were making inside the cabin they rent out for two weeks every year to celebrate Christmas together.
You give him a short hum, burying your hands deep into the pockets of your coat.
"You do know you'll have to move on and forget about me someday, right?" You quietly reply. You don't have to sneak a peek to know he's already looking at you.
"And you know I can't do that. Even if I wanted to," he somehow jokes, chuckling softly when you roll your eyes before he continues, "which will never happen of course. I'll never want to move on nor will I ever want to forget you."
He finally turns his whole body and faces you completely, "You, YN YLN, have made me truly, completely, utterly, and madly in love with you."
You look back at him and mirror the blues on his face. He blinks back the tears threatening to escape his eyes and smiles instead, "I love you, YN."
As if on cue, the late snow of December begins to shower you. He follows your movements as you look up and hold out your hand to catch some of those that were slowly falling in front of you.
His heart clenches at the sight of the diamond ring in your finger, still twinkling despite the darkness of the night.
He hates the moonlight for reminding him.
"You can go now, YN. I just need a little more time here," he gestures to where he was currently standing, telling you that he still wasn't ready to go back inside. For some reason, unlike the past winters, the silence does not make him lonely tonight and instead, comforts the coldness in his heart.
"Will you be fine here?" you ask him a few moments after, unsure if it's alright to leave him here. He only gives you a sharp nod as he turns his back on you. His shoulders start to shake.
"Tooru," you softly say, "I'll always be here. We've been through so much together, haven't we? We loved and I know, it's unfortunate that we lost. But I'm here, always. Just remember that, okay?"
You begin walking away, before turning your head towards his direction once more, "I'm really sorry, Tooru."
marga's notes. *lets out a long sigh* *sniffs* *wipes tears* god i hate love
