You’re related to Iwaizumi. A man who yearns, EARNS. Timeline starting from 1st year to present (argentina era). PINNING. Kind of slow burn. Dating era starts at timeskip. Cry baby Tooru.
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“Hello, this is Samson Foster, I got your contacts from Kuroo Tetsuro, I would like to offer you a managerial position.”
You sat up from your bed, ignoring the dizziness you felt because of the sudden movement you just did. You surely don’t remember applying for any other jobs, and since when did Kuroo start liking office jobs? What a weird way of asking too.
“Managerial Position? Like a marketing manager? general manager? of what company if I may ask?” You heard a laugh from the other end,
“I’m sorry for not introducing myself properly. I’m Samson Foster, coach of MSBY Black Jackals. I was looking for a skilled professional manager to hire, Kuroo Tetsuro spoke highly of you that I couldn’t help but get your calling card. To ask again, would you be willing to work with me alongside with the Division 1 team in Japan’s V-League?”
This feels too unreal. Yesterday you were cursing everyone in your mind because your printer broke when you were about to attend an important meeting and now someone is proposing to you to work as a manager. Without thinking twice you replied, a little too loud, “HELL YES I WOULD! I-er, I mean, Yes, I am interested. Let me know the possible date for us to meet each other so we can talk about this thoroughly.”
You heard a breathy, gleeful laugh, “Okay, I’ll look forward to our meeting.”
When the other line ended you laid back on your bed. For you, it feels like getting reborn. Through the years you never got the chance to step closer to the court again, you work at Japan Volleyball Association, Sports Management and Business Operations, technically your job is to work internally.
You’re like the gear that makes the Japan Volleyball Association recognizable and profitable. You work alongside Kuroo, however, the difference is he gets to be on the outside world, mingling with people all around the world to promote, while you stay at your office with barely any fresh air.
You do enjoy your job but sometimes you miss the days where you let your brain work by over analyzing and observing people’s moves in the court, you missed giving advice and making people work because you told them to.
Now, there it is. A work that you would fully enjoy without having to let go of your work that brings you money. Your first instinct is to contact your cousin to tell him about the good news, he cursed at you for disturbing his sleep but congratulated you right after. Then your friend Tetsuya, who video called you, showing his breakfast that his boyfriend made for him, when you told him about the news he was so happy that he called his boyfriend.
You also did not forget to call your best friends, Makki and Mattsun, they told you that they’re looking forward to seeing you on television and they would watch every game that MSBY would have, even saying that you should treat them as a celebration.
You did consider taking a managerial obligation before, back to your hometown at Sendai City since apparently, your underclassmen are on the Division 2. You were so surprised to see Tsukishima and Kyotani, when you first watched their game. It shocked you even more when Tsukishima recognized you. It was during your vacation when you met them so for those days you would watch them and they would ask your opinion about their game style. That time you also realized how quiet it could be if Kyotani and Tsukishima were to be left alone. One time Tsukishima even shared to you that they had a plan to defeat Aoba Johsai through you because you act like the brain of that team without even stepping into the court.
They dropped hints about looking for a manager but you never indulge in it because you have a job in Tokyo, living your life there. It’s not like you can just go back and forth, Sendai and Tokyo are not neighboring cities. From time to time the Sendai boys would reach out to you like they’re getting an online consultation, would send you videos and would ask about your insights. You never ignore them because you love doing it.
The next person you called was Kuroo Tetsuro himself,
“Yes hello, Missy. What’s the matter?”
“Kuroo, I could kiss you right now! SAMSON FOSTER CALLED ME! I’M GOING TO BE A MANAGER!” You can’t help but squeal excitedly, you heard his loud laugh on the other end.
“That’s all on you! If you didn’t go all smarty pants on me I wouldn’t have anything to say about you, guess it all paid off huh.”
“Yeah good thing I am smarter than you.” You giggled recalling the time you interrupted Kuroo on one of his presentations to share your insights.
“Hey don’t get big headed now. Let me just tell you in advance that the team would definitely be either up to your standards or a total nuisance.”
“Now I’m thrilled to meet them.”
“Sure you will. You’re finally going to be out and about now huh.”
“Yes Kuroo and I can’t ever be happier than what’s about to come.”
“You’ll have to join me on my overseas journey, you need to have a life.”
“Hey I’m doing fine in my own office, checking and rejecting papers.”
“Whatever, I gotta go. I have a conference meeting.”
“Okay, see you soon rooster head.”
“Hinata?” The orange haired boy turns around upon hearing your voice, when he turns around his eyes widen before charging towards you, loudly announcing your name.
With the same excitement you spread your arms welcoming him to your embrace, it startled you when you felt yourself being lifted up and spun around.
“It really is you!” He settled you down, face still stretched with a big smile.
“Oh my, It’s been years! Welcome back!” The last time you saw him was when he was planning to leave the country to go to Brazil and pursue beach volleyball, he asked you for recommendations and methods to study opponents movements, and what else could he do to improve.
The time difference hindered your communication but once in a while you would check up on him and he would tell you what new attacks he learned, one time he called you crying because he’s experiencing home sickness and he also told you that you were the fifth person he called that day.
“Now that the team is complete, Hinata meet your manager.” The Coach said next to you while smiling,
“WHAT! No one told me you are our manager!! For how long now? Why didn’t you tell me!”
“Going 5 months. In my defense, I never knew you would join Black Jackals, though I heard your name a few times here.” You giggle, proud enough that it has been months handling these men.
“I’M SO EXCITED TO WORK WITH YOU!!”
“Pleasure to work with you too, Hinata.” Once again he suffocated you into his arms. The Coach told the team that they would have practice, now that Hinata is here.
You became close with the men around your age, especially Bokuto as fast as you did with Hinata back then, you realized that they are kinda alike when it comes to their energy level. When you first met he mentioned that you sound familiar because he remembered one of his teammates was gushing about Aoba Johsai’s astute manager. He also shared that you have the same name as the person that Kuroo was talking about before and when you said it was probably you his jaw simply dropped to the ground claiming how small the world is.
While you were watching their warm up, you heard Hinata’s blaring voice calling your name. He took the seat next to you, “So, how’s your relationship with Oikawa?” The question surprised you enough to forget to respond as he snapped his fingers to your face trying to get your attention again.
“Oh, uh we aren’t- we don’t talk that much anymore. I doubt he even knows I became a manager again months ago.” You shoot him an awkward smile, his face doesn’t seem to change or look surprised. It’s true that you barely talk to each other, you would only message when your schedule allows you to be distracted.
“There I thought you would say otherwise, I actually met him in Rio before, he was as stunned as I was when I saw him, until I asked about you. He was confused about my question but I told him that I thought you two were dating during highschool, he also told me that you two don’t talk often anymore.”
You wondered for a while. It’s not new that people from high school would think you were dating him, it confused you as much. “I thought you’d be engaged by now.” He continued, it makes you laugh in your head.
“Don’t say something ridiculous.” You brushed him off. You know it won’t happen unless he willingly chooses you. A part of you still cling to the idea.
When the practice ended, you had your clipboard full of notes, you shared to the coach and the team what you think. Just like the first month of working with them, you told the boy things that you have noticed, learning something new about them through another person. Sometimes you think that this little fixation of yours on going through small details is a total waste but never when it comes to volleyball.
Hinata and the guys invited you to eat dinner at Osamu’s restaurant, through the months of working with the team, it requires you to know about their life, meeting his Atsumu’s twin was one of them. Their bond suddenly feels familiar to you, reminiscing about the time where you and your friends would spend the night as loudly as this at some local restaurant. You might invite them to dinner sometime.
“Everyone, we only have half a month to train before the match with Schweiden Adlers, the improvement I have seen has been excellent and I want you guys to keep it up until the game, I know it’s all on you guys so don’t let yourself down.” The team cheered after your speech, thanking you as well because if it weren’t for your scrutiny their performance wouldn’t be as flawless as this, they really know how to keep your ego high.
“If we win, I will treat you guys anywhere you want.” And the cheers almost bursted your eardrums. After your increase in salary you wouldn’t mind spending a few thousands for them since you have extra now.
“That’s a risky offer, Manager. You know they have bottomless pit stomachs.” The Coach warned next to you without the smile leaving his face,
“Trust me, Coach. I know what I’m getting into.” He laughed beside you before ruffling your hair,
“My well-off daughter is bragging!” You laughed and just accepted your fate when the boys heard what Samson said.
“Hello, why are you suddenly calling?”
“Are you busy right now?”
“Not really, since MSBY won yesterday I’m planning to rest.” You yawned before standing up from your bed,
“Okay that’s good, I will be there in 5 minutes.”
“What the fuck do you need from me, Hajime! I’m gonna tell your mom you’re being an asshole again.”
“Go and take a bath. You will thank me later.”
Groaning, you sluggishly help yourself and do what you were told. It’s not unusual for him to come over unannounced, it’s just not the right time for you today because you’re exhausted from the after party.
While you’re preparing your tea the sound of the door bell makes you pause, you wipe your hands, walk across your house to reach the door and unlock it.
You would expect your cousin to bring a box of cake, or containers that have food that his mother made, if he’s feeling generous it would be bags full of souvenirs from his trip. You are expecting everything in front of your door step but Oikawa Tooru, standing tall with a smile.
You cousin sporting a proud smile while his hands in his hips, behind him was the man you have been pinning on for years, his brown hair is short and neat, he’s wearing a gray coat, black trousers and turtle neck. You watch as he nervously scratches the back of his head.
“Hi.” That one word he let out was enough for you to close the door on their faces, leaning on it for support.
“I knew this would happen. Come out when you’re ready.” You heard Hajime’s voice from the other side, the sound of your heart beating is at its loudest it has ever been. Was that really him? After so many years, he is here standing on your doorstep as if you two are in high school again. It took you 10 more minutes to gather yourself, not quite calm but you opened the door again, only this time it’s only Oikawa.
He faced you with a smile, “Iwa left to get some food.”
You mentally cursed at your cousin before welcoming him in. The two of you didn’t talk for a while as he awkwardly settled on your couch, you sitting across from him staring at the floor that you noticed has a stain.
The two of you spoke at the same time, you awkwardly laughed. “You go first.” He tells you, voice quiet as if he’s conscious. He feels small under your gaze. When he told Iwaizumi that he wanted to see you he didn’t know what to expect especially since he knew there was some unfinished business between you two that none of you ever addressed.
For years the only person he wanted to be with again was you but he was busy working himself that you were set aside. He likes that you never ask for anything but he sometimes wishes you told him not to leave years ago.
Now he’s here, he feels insecure. He doesn’t know if you are dating someone, hell if you are married which is a possibility. Iwaizumi refused to tell him anything personal, the only thing his friend ever told him about you was you are doing fine.
His fingers unknowingly fidgeting his coat, “When did you arrive?” you quietly ask him,
“2 days before the game yesterday, my jet lag was worse than expected so I didn’t get to watch.”
You nodded slowly, “Why are you here?” your follow up question startled him, he bit the corner of his lips trying to prevent himself from breaking down.
“For how long will you be here?”
“So I know when I can hold my expectations from you.”
He called your name softly when you stood up going to your kitchen to finish cooking, you heard his footsteps following behind. He called your name again,
“I want to do it right, please give me a chance.” The sound of him calling your name felt familiar and desperate.
“Do what right, Oikawa?” You look at him straight dead in the eye before turning the stove off, walking to him.
He didn’t talk for a minute until he outstretched his hand to grab yours,
“Is it bold for me to assume? Can we start all over again even as friends?” He weakly said, eyes betraying him as it turned red and watery. You are no fool. If you let yourself reach for him again when he would just leave then it will only be an act of stupidity.
You miss him so badly that you want to jump into his arms and kiss him, you want to give in but you’re scared that this might be just like when you are in high school. Things have changed this time and you know it, you weren’t the selfless person you were in high school, this time you want to be selfish.
“Spend your three months with me.”
“Do you still like Mint Chocolate?”
“Yes, do you still like milk bread?”
“Yes!” The two of you decided to go out and have lunch today. It has been week since Oikawa stood on your doorstep with your cousin leaving him behind in your care. This is the only time that your schedule allows you to go out with him so you invited him to have lunch instead.
For the past 30 minutes the two of you are passing questions to each other, your way of catching up to each other’s lives. There really has a lot of changes but nevertheless he didn’t feel like a stranger even for a minute, to you he’s still familiar.
“Any lovers?” You took the courage to ask since it looks like both of you have been avoiding it,
“No, none.” Without missing a beat,
“The further I went was receiving a head. I did flirt but none stick around.”
You laugh at his straightforwardness, “Thanks for being blunt.”
“You never ask Hajime about me?” You answered with another question,
“He never told me anything other than you are healthy and happy.”
“That’s good because I would’ve busted his ass if he did say something.” For a moment you notice his pained expression before he asked again,
“You don’t want me to know anything about you?” He said with a small voice, playing with the meat on his plate.
“No, I just wanted to be the one to update you with my life.”
It was silent, when you look up at him he’s got his hand on his mouth with his face flushed. “You wanted to meet me again.” It wasn’t a question but a fact he wanted to voice out,
“Obviously, and I just know that you would come back eventually. Just didn’t think it would take this long.” Your confidence flustered him even more but he didn’t bother to correct you.
“I wanted to be ready and secure enough for you.”
“Well, Tooru. Are you now?” You stared at his eyes, he stared back at you with no shyness drawn on hushed face but a look of determination.
“Yes, that is why I’m here to take you back.” You bit your lips to avoid smiling too hard,
“Even if I’m engaged?” His face turn panic, eyes enlarging, his mouth hanging. You cross your arms before leaning back to your chair. Teasing him wouldn’t hurt.
“W-what?? Oh my, I’m so sorry! I’ve been trying to hit on an engage woman this whole time?! To whom?!” You didn’t interrupt his rambling until he’s out of breath,
“It’s a joke.” He pouted, bringing both his hands to his face.
“It’s not funny.” You giggled and reach to ruffle his soft locks. Oh you surely miss this.
While the two of you are walking side by side, the conversation goes on about what he does in Argentina, and how you started working with Kuroo. You tell him that you got close with the guy because you became each other’s friend that you would go to for emotional support, you didn’t shared that to him to make him feel insecure or jealous but you wanted to share that you have someone you can trust and call friend.
“How about the team? I’m so happy that you finally get back with what you enjoy. Do they listen well to you?”
He asks while pulling you inside the side walk, his hand on your lower back.
“They’re good to me, too good. They listen well too, the coach treats me like his daughter.” You smile recalling the times that you would get a special treatment from them.
“That’s good, I’m-“ His words got cut off when you hear someone calling your name from behind, the two of you turn around and saw Hinata waving his arms, walking to his side is Bokuto who’s in a battle with Hinata of who gets to wave their arms farther, on Bokuto’s side is Atsumu who’s trying to push Bokuto’s arm away from his face but his other hand waving as well, and Sakusa next to Atsumu.
You excitedly waved back at them, waiting for them to reach you. You felt Oikawa’s hold on your back move to your side, inching you closer, it made you look up at him but he just shoot you a cheeky smile.
“Oikawa?!” Hinata’s jaw almost dropped to the ground, Oikawa lifted his other free hand and,
“Oh hey! I know you!” Bokuto says enthusiastically, “You used to play for Aoba Johsai right? Setter and Captain?”
Oikawa nodded, “The one and only.” He smiled,
“You mean the guy who didn’t get to Nationals?” You heard Atsumu says,
Oikawa hissed and about to leave your side but you pulled his hand that was on your waist to make him stay, mouthing a ‘don’t.’ You see how his brows furrowed, narrowing his eyes and his pursed lips.
“If we’re talking about nationals, you know I didn’t get the chance to go to, right Tsumu?” You smiled at him, his facial expression changes in instant and smiled at you,
“Haha right.” He awkwardly laugh, “But it’s only for this guy!”
“Anyway, this is Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Kotaro, and Sakusa Kiyoomi, I’m sure you know them from before but never got to meet them.” You introduce them to Oikawa who introduced himself back,
“You still play right? From what team?” Bokuto asks and Hinata answered for him,
“Argentina! I met him when I was in Rio!”
“WHAT?! Well then, I’ll see you on Olympics.” Bokuto smugly stretch his hand, Oikawa’s right hand leaving you to shake his hand.
“You’ll eat dust in no time.” Atsumu scoff,
“And you will be bench.” This time you didn’t get to stop them as they get closer to each, eye to eye, exchanging stupid words.
Sakusa walk to your side, Hinata and Bokuto adding to the head, cheering them on. You and Sakusa just watch them,
“That’s your boyfriend?” He asks you, grimacing at the scene in front of him,
“That’s your boyfriend?” You asked back, smirking at him. He didn’t answer but his ears are red when he turned away, ushering you to start walking too, leaving the four behind.
“Yes, we’re here because the guys wanted to go shopping for the party.” You tilted your head confusingly,
“You really don’t read the group chats, don’t you?” He glared without any heat, you just smiled as if caught red handed. “The Schweiden Coach and our Coach decide to have a victory party, this Saturday, now that you know, you better start getting ready too and might as well bring that guy.”
“Oh my, you wouldn’t love to see him meet the players of Schweiden, he’s got serious beef with Ushijima and Kageyama.” You warn, you could only imagine the tension. Unless Oikawa learn to let go of his grudges through the years.
“Well that is why you’re here, aren’t you?”
“Hey wait up!” You turn to see the four men catching up to you and Sakusa, the man beside you let out a sigh when they reached the two of you.
Hinata shared to Oikawa about the party and invited him, Oikawa looking at you as if asking for permission to join the said party to which you answer with a nod. The six of you ended up going together.
You were walking side by side with Oikawa, his hand somehow found its way to your lower back again, while the guys are arguing where to go next because the ones they saw are too flashy.
“How about a thrift store?” You suggested, pointing to the glass store next to you.
“Oh that’s fun! Let’s go!”
“Do you have something to wear?” You look at Oikawa who’s already looking at you,
“I do have something to wear, but I wouldn’t mind some choices.” You responded with a hum. Since the two of you is already here, might as well buy something. When you enter the store you went straight to the mens section with Oikawa following behind.
“You going to pick for me?” He asks quietly, cautious about the men you’re with. You saw his cheeks faintly tinted with pink, it made you smile.
“Yes, any complaints?” He didn’t say anything but bent down to place his forehead on your shoulder. Flustered Oikawa is probably the most beautiful version of him, gosh you miss him so much it’s getting hard to hold back.
“Huh, what happened to that man?” Atsumu confusingly asks that caught the attention of the other three, looking at you two.
“Headache.” You reasoned, rubbing the back of his head.
“You okay, Oikawa-san?” Hinata asked, Oikawa finally lifted his head, giving his cheeks small taps.
“Yes.” His face is still flushed, you laugh as he glared at you.
It hasn’t even been 30 minutes when you arrived but you are already getting called to a table of coaches and staff at the party, Samson introducing you to the Schweiden Adler’s coaches, lowkey bragging you to them by telling how you helped the boys, you seriously enjoy the flattery but your mind is wandering to the man you had to leave because you got called here.
“So, does that mean we can expect you to accept the role of manager when Olympic starts?” When Banjo Suzaku’s words registered to your brain it left your mouth hanging for a while if it weren’t for Samson who snapped you out of your trance.
“Me? Manager? Olympics?!” When your voice got higher the two Coach bursted out laughing,
“Yes, you! I trust Samson’s judgement, it will be also easier to have you in the team considering that you’re already familiar with the boys.”
“Oh my, yes Sir! Please expect me to accept that offer, I’d be honored.”
“Don’t you worry, we will look for you no matter where you are by that time. For now, I think you should be going, we’ve been hogging you for a while.”
“Yeah, that player from Argentina sure is waiting for you.” Samson said, pointing to the direction where Oikawa is leaninh, holding a cup.
“Haha, thank you again. I’ll go now.”
You stand up on your feet, making your way to the man who’s been staring at you. He looks a little too good with the outfit you chose for him. When you reach to where he’s standing, he immediately lowered down his cup.
“Yes, how many did you drink?” Your hands found its way to his collar, fixing it, next to his hair that seems to get a little bit messy because of the air.
He lean to your touch, “About 3 or 4, I met Kuroo.”
“Oh right, he’s here! Probably networking again.” You chuckled before dropping your hand. “You good?” He shook his head slightly, his lips turning into a pout.
“He looks striking.” You noticed his eyes looking past you, when you turn you saw Kuroo talking to one of the players from Schweiden, when his eyes meet yours he immediately wave match with a beam. You wave back with a smile, he return it with a wink before you laugh and turn back to Oikawa. “Too attractive.” He scrunch his nose and scoff.
You’re not sure if you’re reading too much into this but the way he looks right now makes him sound a little.. jealous. “I agree, people of any gender come to him.” You said, trying to test something.
“Do you also come to him?” His face frowning at the thought, he might be a bit drunk now.
“Of course, Tetsu and I are close after all.”
“No, I meant if you like him.” His delivery became sluggish and low, “I understand if you do, it’s probably hard not to like him, he’s so charismatic too.” he jabber. You let out a breath before pulling his hand somewhere with less people.
“I’ve only gone for an hour and you’re drunk already.” You grab the cup from his hold, downing the liquid. “Let’s go home, I’m going to call a cab.” You said, he didn’t move an inch, he’s just looking down. “Oikawa?” With the dim light, you barely catch the water droplet that came out of his eyes.
Your eyes widen in panic when you reach for his face and completely dropping the cup, “Hey,” You whispers, wiping his cheeks with your thumb as his eyes continue to produce tears. “What’s wrong? Do you want to go home?” You change the position of your bodies, you made him move to your front, with your back facing the wall now and Oikawa’s back facing the people.
“Is there,” He sobbed, wiping his own face, “Do you like him? I’m sorry it took me years to come back, but believe me, through the years I was gone all I was thinking about was you, how I want to propose to you, how I want marry you, even if I don’t want kids I’m imagining life with children and you as mother,” You were too surprised with what he’s saying you didn’t get to stop him as he continues, “Please let me make it up to you, I want you back in my life like how we used to be in highschool but better, please.”
You didn’t know what brought this on, you thought he was just a little jealous earlier but It has become obvious that there’s more to it. His shoulder shakes as his hand continuously rub away his tears from his face. You sigh, getting a tissue from your bag then calling a cab.
You didn’t even care if you’ve only seen the team for 10 minutes or if you’d only had a few drinks that was not even enough to burn your stomach. This issue has to be resolved now and you’re not going to let this day pass without doing so.
When the cab arrived to your places, you gave your money and drag Oikawa, you gave him water before leaving the place, he might be a little tipsy now with how he’s following you. Once you entered, you remove your coat as Oikawa sat on the floor.
“Can you listen to me? I’m only gonna say this once.” His reddish glossy eyes look at you, nodding. “I don’t like Kuroo. For the past years I tried not to think about you but it only works when I’m distracted, the next thing I know is I’m hoping for a life that has you in it. You left me, Tooru. During the time when I know I can’t do anything about it because we’re just friends, and now you’re back, I’m not sure if I’m in love with the highschool you or the thought of you but one thing I know is that I want you, I want you, Tooru. In ways that this world wouldn’t allow me to. I want you in this lifetime, so if you can’t do anything about it, or if you’re just going to leave me like you did please, do it now.”
Your tears stream down your face, you didn’t know you’ve been crying. You saw his mouth open but close again, his outstretched hand touch your face.
“I want you too,” The way your name softly leave his mouth made you cry even more. “I’m sorry if I was too coward, I loved you since high school but my fear got the best of me that I didn’t notice I was hurting you in the process. Please let me repay all the pain I caused you, I will make up the years I wasted for the years you’re going to give me. One chance and I’ll make it worthwhile, I will do better than my 19 years old me.”
“You better not waste my life, Tooru.” You pulled him by his nape, your lips meeting his moist, warm ones. You swallowed his sob, feeling his arms wrapping around your middle pulling you to him. Your wet face touching his wet ones.
This is what he’s been dreaming of, having you in his arms, you kissing him as if it’s the last. He loves the way your arms tighten around him, he loves how soft your lips feels against his, he loves it so much he pinch himself on his thigh to wake himself up but only for his hand to be pulled again, you putting it back to your waist. He’s had dream of this way too many times, he thought of you like a lucky charm to every game he had, he had you in his mind in every gathering he would be in.
At first he thought, time wouldn’t hinder what ever you two had going on, but he underestimated how time can become the enemy of you two. From the day he realized that you were getting tired with your set up, he wanted to fly as soon as possible, he wanted to see you, beg on his knees, but his work did not allow him, as a newcomer to the team he knew he just couldn’t let go of what he had worked hard for. He had to choose between you and his passion, clearly he chose what he wants and not what he loves.
Now, he wants you. There was a time where he regretted choosing volleyball over you but he knows you would also hate him if he chose you over volleyball. That was years ago when you urged him to choose volleyball, but now it’s different, you’re telling him to choose you this time and god he will do it in a heartbeat.
The moment that he felt you were pulling away, he chase your lips, “Please, don’t let go.” His hand found its way to your nape to pull you in again to which you oblige.
His hand went the back of your knees, tugging you to his lap. The feeling of his palm on your back feels so hot and tender, it made you want to stay in your position forever. When his lips slowed down you took the chance to weakly push yourself away from his face to catch your breath, his arms on your waist tightening to draw you closer to his warm body. His forehead lean to your shoulder, the only audible sounds are your breathing and heartbeats.
“I’m not drunk.” He whispered, lips now touching your exposed collarbone. You chuckled and ruffle his hair, it was quiet for a while until he let out a hiccup, both of you looked at each other before laughing.
When you open your eyes, you’re immediately greeted with the sunlight trying to breakthrough your curtains and your phone ringing annoyingly loud. You stretch your arm to grab your phone, answering it without checking the caller.
“Hello?” You drowsily answered, you felt getting pulled closer, your air getting somewhat suck.
“Yo, I have news to tell you.”
“Haj, I’m seriously going to ruin your life. What the fuck are you thinking calling me in 6AM in the freaking morning?”
“Damn, woman, chill up. I forgot the time there. Anyway, I got accepted to be part of the Japan’s Men Olympic staff, awesome huh?”
“Hmm, congrats, but aren’t they too early scouting people for it?”
“Training starts early too, not sure when will the Argentina team will start, I might have to ask Oikawa about that.”
“The coaches proposed to me that they will give the manager role to me, awesome right?”
“Are you freaking serious? We’ll be working together then!”
“Lower your damn voice, and yes you are definitely right.”
“Our training starts around December or January.” Oikawa muttered against your chest, eyes still close.
“Tooru said Argentina will start around December or January.”
“Oh nice, I think we- TOORU? YOURE WITH OIKAWA? AT 6AM IN THE MORNING?” You ended the call and wincing. You place your phone back to the bed side table, going back into your position where you’re laying underneath Oikawa, his head on your chest. Your fingers went straight to his head, running it down to his roots.
“Don’t stop,” He whined when your hand went above his hair, looking up at you. His eyes are puffy from all that crying he did last night, you brought your thumbs up to gently caress his eyes. “Let’s sleep more.” He mumbled, bring your palm to his lips.
“Close your eyes, I have somewhere to be later.”
“Meeting, Tetsu will pick me up.” With the mention of Kuroo’s name, he pouts at you. You giggle, couldn’t help but squeeze his cheeks.
“Why do you call him by his name?”
“You should be because we’re dating now.” His frown deepen, his chin on your collarbone.
“I call Hinata by his name too sometimes, they insist I call them that.” He huffed, suddenly you felt a bit on your collarbone. “Hey.”
“Use an endearment with me.”
“Oh hell no, Tooru is enough.” He sulk, you laugh at his childishness, savoring the silent until you fall back to sleep again.
