oikawa toru has so many girls falling at his feet, but it wasnât always like this. when y/n met him there was no one yet to inflate his ego, when he was pure to himself, the person he is when it isnât performative. she fell in love. after forcing a rejection from him, where he says he never saw her as a girl, sheâs determined to become the absolute perfect girl for every one except him.
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Your hands felt like they were surely going to fall off at any moment. You never really did get used to being in front of big crowds like this. Even last year when you had to give your first speech as a presidential candidate to the school you wanted to burst into flames. Your hands always did this thing when you were nervous, ever since you were little theyâd become so gross and clammy. You hated that about yourself. What a weak give away.
The principal was just beginning the ceremony, and you waited outside in the hallway until it was closer to your turn to speak, pacing back and forth you stared out the window. The mid day yellow light peaking through the large trees in front of Seijohâs campus. You really loved these trees, they would always shake and rustle in new ways everyday, reminding you of ways that you could stand your ground but continue to change in your own way. Some seasons shedding yourself completely bare and growing a new color, or a new branch, breaking them off as you went.
Today, even the trees that normally would be there to offer you a quiet calmness didnât help you today. Your body still succumbing to its stage fright. This was your first appearance as Aoba Johsai School President to your student body that you represented, you needed a perfect impression. You needed to be perfect. The more you thought about it the jitters in your hands only increased, you tried to loosen the tightness, shaking them from your wrist downwards in hopes they would just fall off. You always did this before volleyball games and it never failed you. You only stopped your nasty habit when you heard rapid footsteps coming in your direction.
âHey, there you are. Iâve been looking for you everywhere.â Soraâs voice carried down the hallway. Your vice president had been looking for you. His chest heaved in breaths to try to regulate his body after running around.
âSorry. Iâll be inside in a second, I justââ You said, pulling your hands behind your back to hide them. But it was too late.
âAre you nervous? Why? Everyone already loves you itâs not like theyâll change their minds now.â Sora said it lightheartedly, but there was a pressure that sat on your shoulders when he said it. An extra weight of expectation.
âDonât say that.â You shrugged off the compliment, thinking about one face in particular. You groaned at the way he still had an effect on you. You thought of Toruâs eyes, âNot everyone.â
âMaybe not. Youâre right, I canât speak for everyone.â Sora smiled softly, âBut as your Vice, I can speak for you. And I know youâll be perfectly fine up there. I have full confidence. If you start stuttering, just take a second and keep going. We practiced this morning, right?â
âRight.â You nodded, your throat suddenly becoming overwhelmingly dry. âI know, I just have a lot on my plate today, thereâs too much Iâm not looking forward to.â
âThen letâs check one thing off, right? Letâs go out there.â Sora said, he grabbed your hand in his tugging you along. You werenât ready, he wasnât listening to you yet. But maybe he was right, you did need to be out there sooner than later. Still, you needed a few moments to collect yourself, to dampen your hands, something.
âThen letâs check one thing off, right? Letâs go out there.â Sora said, he grabbed your hand in his tugging you along. You werenât ready, he wasnât listening to you yet. But maybe he was right, you did need to be out there sooner than later. Still, you needed a few moments to collect yourself, to dampen your hands, something.
You couldnât say anything, You became paralyzed in place as you looked at the back of Soraâs head. Your legs felt numb as they carried you in stride behind him down the hallway. His hand holding yours, it reminded you of someone again. Seeing him again this morning in class mustâve resurged these memories you pushed away as nothing. This was different, this wasnât him. The back of Soraâs head was shiny and straight. His blond hair didnât bounce, and he didnât look back to smile at you. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, it didnât feel like nerves or anything like that. It felt like a settlement.
Your eyes ended up drifting off to the right, only slightly enough to catch the eyes that were more familiar than you remembered. His hair looking darker than when you were young, but it shined all the same. He still shined, even when he wasnât smiling at you. Your eyes followed each other. The moment slowing down to make your first dose of eye contact in 2 years a dangerous and addictive cocktail.
Your hands were still sweaty, still nervous and shaking. It broke away from the confines of Soraâs palm. You need to grip them tighter when sheâs nervous. The boy who stood innocently by the restroom found himself offering silent advice in his head. Toru couldnât take his eyes away from the light that poured between the gap of You and Soraâs palms. Itâs like he saw an opening, illuminating his opportunity and his body.
For the first time in ages, he felt the nostalgic need to grab those familiar sweaty palms. For a second he thought youâd stay with him, stay back and ask what he was doing in the hallway by the boys bathroom and not by your side? Why did he waste so much time? Did he think you were more beautiful today than every day heâs seen you before? He needed you to ask him those questions.Â
His daydream was over in a second, once your face contorted from the hopeful surprise of someone who used to calm you into a disappointed grimace of remembering the hurt he had caused you that erased everything from before. You kept jogging behind Sora, no words were exchanged. You didnât need to say anything to Toru, he heard you loud and clear.
âI hope you regret it. I hope you regret everything. Iâll never trust you like that again, not really.â
To him, this was a challenge worthy of taking. The time to change it all was now.
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âş Michi was late to the student arrival because she was slipping a love letter in Oikawaâs shoe locker. He didnât even see it that day.
âş Ito has really never spoken to y/n except she held the door open for him one day, he took that as sheâs in love with him and too scared to tell him.
âş Ito approached Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa when all four were together. It was actually Oikawa who told Ito he had no chance in hell with y/n. the exact words he used was âsheâs not just going to fall in love with someone whoâs never cared enough to get to know her first before saying something like that. theres no way in hell youâd have a chance with a girl like her.â
âş the other three just kind of stood there agreeing but also like â.__, tough talk coming from you, Oikawaâ
âş y/n has been starting libero since her first year, despite debating dropping volleyball in high school she decided this would look great to universities that she was involved with more than just student council. she still was invited to girls Japan youth camp for her achievements as an athlete. regardless, she still knew her real reasons were that it was the last piece of something he gave her.
âş unlike oikawa, y/n hasnât even thought about dating anyone in high school. sheâs been single her whole life despite getting a fair amount of confessions in her time.
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a/n: wOW what a doOZY of a long first chapter, they all wonât be this long but i felt like i had a lot to set up. Let me know what you guys thought!!! i hope this guys got you a bit more hyped for this story! more to come!
Tfw the story is supposed to be about Fersen but your Oscar and Andre are so fantastic that they steal the show. Also, this may very well be one of the best zuka stage kisses Iâve ever seen and I am obsessed with it.
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