synopsis—late, in a barely lit bar you watch a volleyball match in a language you can't understand, watching a man you once knew but now hardly recognize. it's in this dim setting, that you realize that neither time nor love wait for you—yet when you hear your name, spoken so familiar after years, you smile.
content—timeskip!oikawa, angst, profanity, intentional lowercase, not really any comfort???, bittersweet because i live for it, lowk oikawa isn't even physically there, iwaizumi being a good friend, not at all proofread
word count—928
author note—literally a thought that came up after watching sad haikyuu headcanons on tiktok LOL.. also lowkey there's some iwaizumi x reader in here if you squint?? maybe ill write a part 2 w him/his POV mwuahahaha also deadass ive never seen a vb game before so idk if the interviews are before or after or in a seperate screening and frankly IDC!!!! i literally finished writing this at 5:37am, give a girl a break </3
it was late, or rather, it was really really early in the morning.
2:30am in japan, and 2:30pm in argentina.
the bar was dimly lit, with very few people inside. you were in the same spot you always happened upon when tooru had a match.
hajime sat beside you, tired, but with you nonetheless. he always tagged along with you when he was in town, whether it was out of interest of his old best friend, or out of pity for you.
you took a sip of your sweet tea the elder man behind the bar table prepared. despite it being a bar, you never ordered alcohol so you could keep your focus on the screen. you didn't even like sweet tea—but tooru liked it. maybe that's why you always drank it at nights like these, so you could pretend you were closer than you really were.
"are you planning on staying til closing?" hajime asks rubbing his tired eyes. you nod your head and he lets out a quiet sigh.
"alright, i'll stick with you."
pity. he definitely stays out of pity.
hajime visits home every once in a while and spends time with you, but its been years since tooru's come back. he hardly contacts you nowadays, too busy with volleyball. yet, not busy enough to forget to send his obligatory "happy new years," or even "happy birthday" text.
you're doing well, but of course you miss how things used to be—when everyone was together. you miss him.
things wouldn't be the same after high school, you knew that. you knew after the night seijoh lost their final game, and everyone cried like someone had passed away. you knew when you hugged him tightly, tears falling down your faces as you said goodbye at the airport. you knew when you broke up over the phone, and agreed to stay good friends 5 months after he moved to argentina because it was "for the better." you knew.
but you didn't know that it'd be the last time you hear his voice.
you've heard it in interviews, old voicemails, and videos, but it's not the same. it's been so long since he's spoken to you and god you'd give so much to hear him say your name again.
you hear hajime let out a small sigh, unintentionally, as tooru cheers with his new teammates over scoring a point. you're sure watching hurt him as much as it does you, it probably hurts more. you're more than thankful to still have him by your side. you didn't just lose tooru as a lover, it seems like you lost him as a whole.
after some time, maybe 30 or 40 minutes, you get up from your seat on the barstool.
"i'm gonna use the bathroom, drank too much tea."
hajime nods his head, not tearing his head away from the screen.
"don't take too long, the interviews are starting soon." he beckons.
by the time you finish your business and wash your hands, and leave the bathroom drying your hands on your pants, you see his face right in the center. he's smiling as he nods his head to the reporter.
he looks so different, but not enough to be a stranger.
"did they just start?" you ask, taking your seat as you read the captions.
"yeah, it just came back from a commercial break." hajime nods, also focused on the words on the screen.
"so, this was a big game for you and your team! it was certainly exciting. how does it feel to defeat your long-time rivals?"
tooru nods before answering.
this goes on for a while, it usually does, until the final question.
"you played incredibly today, many have said so! is there a reason—is someone special to you watching?"
he lets out a light chuckle at the question.
"ah, well maybe, you never know! i called my mom earlier today and she wished me luck, so maybe that's why." he laughs some more, "since then i've been thinking a lot about home. my closest supporters are back in japan. it's been a while since i've visited, but i can feel their love from miles away—maybe that's why i did well."
despite how drowsy you are, you smile at his words. it's nice to know he still thinks of home.
"i'm not sure if they're watching now, they might later since it's really early morning for them." tooru stops looking at the reporter, and instead straight into the camera, "thank you for supporting me and my choices."
and you almost start tearing up, as if he's talking directly to you, but you blink away the tears and center yourself and you're fine. you're fine, until the next sentence he speaks isn't spoken in spanish, but in japanese, and the subtitles are no longer translations—but simply his voice rewritten.
"i thank all my dear friends, hajime and y/n, and so many more for taking care of me all these years."
maybe its the way hajime wraps an arm around your shoulders and squeezes tight, or the way tooru says your name with such warmth and familiarity, but tears start to fall and you seriously can't help it.
"jeez.. that guy." he looks at you at gives you a sad smile, and you know it's his quiet way of saying, "i know, me too."
as the interview moves on to another player, you both get up from your seats, hajime's arm unmoving. he gives you one last squeeze as you exit the bar.
its cold, hoshiumi korai x reader
➤ a drabble. that's it.
synopsis: there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain.
time, oikawa tooru x reader
➤ i actually like this one, read this one.
synopsis: late, in a barely lit bar you watch a volleyball match in a language you can't understand, watching a man you once knew but now hardly recognize. it's in this dim setting, that you realize that neither time nor love wait for you—yet when you hear your name, spoken so familiar after years, you smile.
author note—OMG, so i accidentally deleted it, but someone sent in an ask about how there aren't that many hoshiumi fics so i felt the need to write one!!! for the people (and for me).
synopsis—there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain.
content—timeskip!hoshiumi, profanity, intentional lowercase, mentions of being stabbed (used in similes), ends in angst.
word count—514
the rain was loud, deafening even.
yet, a part of you was thankful.
thankful you couldn't hear your own heart shatter.
"[name]?" he called out, "are you cold?"
it had only been a couple years, but he looked different.
"i'm okay."
his hair was now short, yet he had grown taller.
it felt like someone stabbed you right in the abdomen, not bothering to be kind enough to finish you off, but rather to make you suffer in pain until you eventually die of blood loss.
it's not like he returned with someone new, but the fact that he returned as someone you could hardly recognize was enough.
but of course, his heart was still the same. he was still the same.
perhaps that made it worse.
hoshiumi unzipped his drenched jacket and held it out to you as an offering.
"i don't want it."
“it's cold,” he stated.
you ignore his words.
"why are you back?"
"to visit family," he says as if the answer is obvious.
"why are you deciding only now, after two years, to come visit family?"
"i visit all the time," he looks away for a second, unable to look you in the eyes.
"i just don't visit you."
you wouldn't think that it'd be possible to get your heart broken twice by the same person before its even fixed, yet here you were.
“did you just intend on never seeing me again?” you say louder.
“it's not that—i just couldn’t.”
"korai, i thought we were friends." your voice breaks as you try to put your feelings together in simple words.
two years was not enough to forgive him. to forget him.
you wanted his name to sound foreign to you, but you couldn't help but say it with familiarity.
almost as if you never stopped saying it.
"[name], i thought we were more." he says, a pain slipping into his previously steady voice
if the rain wasn't so loud, the silence would've killed you.
"i got a haircut." he choses to change the subject.
"i see that, it suits you."
"i thought you said you liked my long hair."
"i didn't like your hair. i just liked you."
only for a second, hoshiumi doesn't know what to say.
"it's cold." seems to be the only thing he can think of.
"so why are you just standing in the rain without an umbrella?" you almost smile at the situation.
"i didn't plan on it, it just happened." he pauses before adding, "why are you standing on the beach while it's raining?"
"i don't know, do you want me to leave?"
"no." he shakes his head, "do you want me to leave?"
without thinking, you shrug.
"maybe."
for once, he doesn't say anything. he just nods his head and turns around. and without another word nor question, he's gone.
and it's only now that you start to feel regret for letting him go.
it's only now that you're alone on the sandy, wet beach that you realize, it is indeed cold.
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hi! i look forward to seeing you again. i would absolutely love to continue exchanging letters with you! my older cousin is into woodworking, maybe i’ll ask him to build us a mailbox? he’s actually a carpenter, so if anything it’s more of a job than a hobby. when we were younger, he liked to build bird houses for our grandma. she used to hang them around the house even though she didn’t need so many. i’m sure he wouldn’t mind making one, i’ll contact him soon.
i’m really sorry to hear that sugawara, the club doors will always open to you. if you ever want to talk about anything, don’t hesitate to come by. i’ll be happy to listen. also, that reminds me! hopefully you receive this letter before then, but i’ll be going to the inter-high tournament. my friend invited me to watch her game, so if the times don’t collide i’ll watch yours too. good luck again! i’ll be cheering you on.
your question is a difficult one, but thank you for asking! i don’t get asked about flowers too often. if i had to choose a favorite, i think i’d have to say scorpion grasses—also known as forget-me-nots! honestly, there’s nothing really special about the flowers, but they remind me of my childhood. i used to pick them from my grandma’s backyard, she has a lot of them! next time i visit i’ll take a picture to show you.
if you want to learn more about flowers i can lend you my flower dictionary. the book has information about flower history, the meanings behind them, etc. though, it doesn’t explain much about gardening them. if you want, i can teach you some of the basics, but i might have to charge you since you’re not a club member! just kidding. i’d be happy to help you learn.
sending you smiles,
y/n
about the flowers!
➤ scorpion grass/forget-me-nots: forget me nots come in a couple different shades like pink, purple, or white but are most commonly found blue! the flowers symbolize things like true love, respect, devotion, remembrance, and reminiscence. all that jazz. there are a few different stories about the origin of the flower's name, but the one that stuck out (and that i saw the most) was a story about a knight and his lady. a knight saw the flowers near a river and decided to pick some for his lover, but while doing so, he accidentally fell into the water. with his last breath, he threw the homemade bouquet back onto land and yelled, "forget me not!" it's a sad but sweet story.
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a/n: and so it begins... mwuahaha!! i mussst say that as the story progresses, the flowers mentioned are kind of a hint to where things are heading hehe anddd also! just because flowers are mentioned once, doesn't mean they wont be mentioned again!!! everything that i've ever written in this fic, everything in eeeevery letter y/n and suga exchange have intention!!! im too excited to show you guys more of what i have planned >:))
