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Unrequited love w/ SakuAtsu and IwaOi | Olympics Angsttt

Or Oikawa meets Kiyoomi on a balcony at the Olympics after party and gives some advice from one person who had been in the same situation to another and an odd friendship/connection forms.

“Kusa-kun,” a voice calls. Confused, Kiyoomi slowly turns towards the approaching stranger.

“Oikawa Toru,” He replies, brow furrowed. At a party like this, he can easily say that Oikawa is one of the last people he expected to see here.

“I hope you don't mind me stealing this hiding spot too for a bit,” Oikawa says, flashing a smile. Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow in question but lets the man join him at the railing. From what he can observe of the setter, something’s off. His usual ‘at ease’ mannerisms seem tense and forced, something Kiyoomi is all too familiar with in social situations. He also has to admit he is curious about the larger than life opponent.

“Congratulations on the win,” Kiyoomi says, if only to be polite.

“Thank you,” Oikawa responds, nodding and giving a tired smile. Kiyoomi can tell they are carefully studying each other even in this casual conversation, and significantly more so than the average person. Despite their opposite nature, they are both meticulously and silently observant of others. Oikawa is the type of setter to carefully assess everyone on and off the court. Setters, such as Kageyama, tend to lose all their attentiveness the moment they leave the court.

A familiar loud and bellowing laugh snags Kiyoomi’s attention and he looks back over his shoulder at Atsumu briefly before remembering his company. Oikawa’s watching him intently, head cocked slightly to the side, as Kiyoomi awkwardly clears his throat and returns his gaze forward. Neither of them speak for several seconds, and he’s starting to plot how he can leave this interaction ASAP, when Oikawa breaks the silence,

“I used to be like Atsumu-kun, and,” Oikawa starts, a sad tight smile on his face as he looks out at the skyline. Kiyoomi had honestly never given the setter much thought beyond his first outward appearance. Seeing Oikawa now, voice scratchy and hollow, as he tries to hold himself together, it makes a part of Kiyoomi’s heart hurt too. Feels himself reflected in Oikawa’s mannerisms right now a little too much. So, he lets the setter continue on whatever sudden story he has.

“You know, I always thought it would be Hajime and I in the end. That no matter what happened, or how much time passed, we were always meant to be it,” Oikawa pauses for a long moment, eyes closed as he composes himself before continuing.

“It seems so fucking stupid now.” Kiyoomi doesn’t know why he has the urge to deny that, he only officially met the man today and god knows he is not the comforting type.

“I was young and dumb. The world seemed so big and I was selfish, wanting it all. Wanting the most fame, the parties, the hook ups, everything. I felt fucking invincible in my early 20s.” Oikawa straightens and turns to look into the sea of people in the venue. Music, voices, and the occasional laugh can still be heard softly on the balcony. Kiyoomi follows Oikawa’s gaze and despite the crowd, knows exactly what it lands on. Who it lands on. Iwaizumi Hajime, who has his arm wrapped around his partner's waist and is smiling while talking to a group of people who look vaguely familiar.

“I ran out of time.” Oikawa says, and his voice sounds the most empty it's been all night.

“I got my shit together and worked on things and was planning to come back to confess again, make up for everything. But I was too late, he’d moved on long ago and is thinking about marriage with someone else.”

That was the thing about life, you couldn’t ever get time back or properly make up for it. We are always running out of time, chasing it until we die.

“So as someone who was Atsumu, the dopamine rushes don’t last. And the people like Iwaizumi,” Oikawa glances over and smiles. Kiyoomi is frozen in the story, his feelings a jumbled horrifying mess.

“They end up alright eventually. So it hurts like hell now, but there is a better future ahead.”

Oikawa Toru talked about what shattered him, something that he wasn’t sure that he would ever heal from without letting a single tear fall from his eyes.

“You’ll have a better future,” Kiyoomi says a bit awkwardly. Oikawa looked stunned for a moment at his words. He had never been great at deep conversations or emotions, and all this with a near stranger was an added challenge.

“You deserve that too.” Kiyoomi adds, finding his stride more.

“We are humans and make mistakes, especially growing up. It is so shitty that growth made the timelines not align with Iwaizumi-san but the growth is something to be proud of. I am someone who has had to go through a lot to grow and become the person I am today and it was fucking hard, but I’m proud of it,” Kiyoomi had been looking out at the stars while talking. The unspoken but understood default location to avoid eye contact when it was too hard to bear. His eyes met Oikawa’s now.

“I get the feeling you’re the same way.” Oikawa bites his bottom lip and tilts his head up to the sky in response to the words.

“Don’t punish yourself or your process for it. You made a mistake when you were young and hurt someone, we all do. But it’s just accepting the hard truth that life sucks sometimes.”

“Are you suggesting nihilism?” Oikawa says, breaking into his first smirk. Kiyoomi dead pans.

“No, idiot. I’m suggesting that you don’t blame yourself for everything and work with the shitty things to find the good.” Kiyoomi says. He’s talking instinctively, a very unnatural thing for him, and the words feel like a rant that has been shimmering inside. Oikawa, he decides, makes him entirely too rambly.

“Huh, when did you become so wise?” Oikawa asks, a teasing lilt to his tone. Kiyoomi shakes his head and goes back to lean against the railing.

“You’re the old one that came out here sharing the introspective wisdom,” He prods back.

“Losing the love of your life, does that to a person.” Oikawa responds, nudging his shoulder. The words stab him deeper than expected.

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi says quietly, unsure what prompts him to voice this.

“For what it’s worth, you seem like someone worth the wait. He’s missing out.”

Oikawa and Kiyoomi, both leaning against the railing in almost the same situation, feeling the same thing, but in opposite roles and inverse positions. As if picking up on this thought Oikawa says,

“It’s a little ironic and cruel that given the situation and timing, still neither of us is happy now.” Kiyoomi chuckles, but there's no humor in it. If history repeated itself, there would be no happy endings for everyone. Both pairs were all they would ever be to each other, and nothing more.

“It almost feels like a time travel movie, where I’m the old sad person coming to talk to you from the past to make sure you don’t hurt from my mistakes,” Oikawa says, eyes glinting suddenly. Kiyoomi wasn’t following.

“What?” He says, completely lost.

“I like aliens and outer space a lot. Time travels up there too.” Oikawa clarifies as if they’re casual friends hanging out and not spilling deep vulnerabilities after having just met. Kiyoomi stares at Oikawa blankly.

“After everything tonight, this is what you look at me like I’m crazy for?!” Oikawa exclaims, outraged. Kiyoomi can see the similarities in personality between Oikawa and Atsumu, so much so that they would either be best friends or despise each other with no inbetween. He can see how Oikawa carries himself with a more mature perspective, coming out here (away from the party and spotlight) to comfort a stranger.

Kiyoomi glances back to the party where he can instantly spot Atsumu. His hair is ruffled and his button up has been undone a few more buttons. Atsumu is in the center of the dance floor, where the most eyes are, pressed up behind a girl with a drink in one hand and his other on her waist. He’s peppering kisses up and down her neck as she moves her hips to the beat against his crotch. Atsumu’s cackle at the thought of being in a relationship with Kiyoomi plays in his mind and he looks away.

“Omg no, Omi and I would be a train wreck. Aren’t things supposed ta be fun and easy? Why would you want to force difficulty?” Atsumu had said, like Kiyoomi wasn’t also in the room and a human being.

“Does it really have to suck for both of us?” Kiyoomi asks, studying the side of Oikawa’s face. The setter's features look hauntingly majestic in the moonlight. He was truly gorgeous, there was no doubt about that.

“What do you mean?” Oikawa asks, brown eyes, a shade slightly lighter than the ones Kiyoomi was used to, meeting his own. The two setters were unnervingly similar, but Oikawa had years of growth that was noticeable if you looked carefully. Why couldn’t they all get happy endings? Oikawa certainly deserved one, and Kiyoomi desperately wanted to be put out of his misery too.

“Can I propose something that might sound insane?” Oikawa raised an eyebrow in confusion but gestured for Kiyoomi to continue. “Can I kiss you? Just once. Just to see if maybe, in this hell we’re both living in, there’s something there.” Kiyoomi asks. He knows this idea is dumb and probably unhealthy but there’s a tug he can’t deny to Oikawa. A connection he doesn’t feel with, really anyone.

Kiyoomi is 24, at the after part of his first olympics, and just spilled more information to a stranger than most of his friends in the last 15 minutes. So yeah, he was willing to take a crazy leap of faith for Oikawa Toru. The setter laughed, and it was an easy sound that Kiyoomi knew made others stop and stare.

“Yeah, you know what? I’m in.” Oikawa says, straightening up from the railing, still chuckling.

“I’m starting to think I make poor decisions around you,” Kiyoomi says, suppressing a smile and shaking his head in disapproval.

“Huh, you haven’t been the first to tell me that actually?” Oikawa says, carefully wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, eyes looking for any sight of discomfort.

“Have you ever thought that you may be the problem then?” Kiyoomi prods, if only to calm the fluttering in his body. Oikawa turns his head in mock consideration.

“No, honestly, I don’t think that’s it.” He responds, shrugging. Kiyoomi laughs and tilts his head to brush their noses together. It could be so easy like this. It feels so easy like this.

“You sure?” Kiyoomi murmurs, one hand coming up to cup Oikawa’s cheek gently. Oikawa nods, the gesture making their lips brush momentarily.

“Never took you for a wimp,” Oikawa replies. Kiyoomi shakes his head with a mumbled ‘idiot’ before leaning in to the kiss.

There are many different types of kisses that happen at a party like this and Kiyoomi didn’t quite know what to expect from this one. He knew it wouldn’t be a sloppy makeout. After spilling depressing life stories he didn’t think either of them were in the mood for that. It could’ve been just a quick peck but ultimately that wouldn’t have been very telling. In reality the kiss felt so deeply intimate and vulnerable Kiyoomi wasn’t sure he had ever experienced something like this before. The feeling wasn’t in a way that was scary. No, it felt like being able to finally rest.

Kiyoomi caressed the brunette’s cheek one last time before pulling away. Oikawa made people feel at home but,

“I’m sorry, I can’t be Atsumu,” Oikawa says, shrugging. The kiss was objectively good, both in sync and skilled, but still not quite right.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kiyoomi says honestly, and means it. There is no reason for him to be sorry at all.

“I know I can never be Iwaizumi for you,” Oikawa smiles softly and Kiyoomi smiles back.

“I think we’re going to be great friends Kiyo-kun,” Oikawa says, with no room for argument in his tone.

“We went from Kusa-kun to Kiyo-kun?” He asks.

“Yes, I think after everything I get the first name privilege,” Kiyoomi thought it might be weird after but they stood there with their foreheads pressed against each other, both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Just being together rather than alone made the weight they carried a little easier for a moment.

In his element, like this, honest, kind, and sincere Oikawa was someone you were safe with. While Atsumu’s life was full of precarious and uncertain circumstances, Oikawa was a solid force that showed up. Kiyoomi needed consistency in his life, he thrived off of that. So why couldn’t he separate Atsumu from the idea of Atsumu in his head even when faced with someone so clearly better for him?

“We are clearly both going through shit and I haven’t been to many places in Tokyo, you wanna get outta here and you can show me around?” Oikawa asks, eyes narrowing as if he could tell the direction the spikers' thoughts had gone.

“Yeah, why not.” Kiyoomi agrees, because not only one but two perfect men were put in his life but placed just out of reach.

—

Atsumu goes to take a sip of his drink and comes back empty. He’s sweating from all the bodies pressed together, so he excuses himself to get a refill from the bar.

“I’m going to get another drink,” He says, in the girl's ear as he brushes her hair back.

“Come back after,” she says as she grinds her ass back hard on all the right places.

“Of course babygirl,” Atsumu says, meeting her motions to seek out friction for a moment before weaving his way out of the crowd. Damn he loved the Olympics. A get together of horny athletes happy to never see each other again.

While the bartender makes his drink he leans his back against the bar, looking out at the sea of faces. He notices a balcony he didn't see before and spots a familiar figure looking out at the night sky. Sakusa. Unsurprising as this event sounds like his personal hell. Sakusa turns so his back is no longer toward Atsumu and his lips are moving. Atsumu moves a few steps to the left to get a better view of the balcony and is surprised to see someone who looks like Oikawa Toru in conversation with Sakusa. Unlike Sakusa, Oikawa seems like someone who would be at the party flaunting the medal and not hidden away outside.

Atsumu hates surprises, hates not knowing things, that’s why it feels like a kick to the gut when he sees Sakusa and Oikawa kiss. The kiss isn’t a heated or sloppy make out; it's meaningful and intimate. Touch adverse Sakusa has Oikawa’s cheek cupped with one hand, his thumb stroking gently. Oikawa has both arms wrapped around Omi’s neck, fingers playing with the black curls idly. The kiss hasn’t stopped. Omi allowed it, and was continuing it. Something akin to heartburn makes Atsumu feel physically sick, his body rejecting what he’s experiencing.

When the kiss finally stops, they pull back to rest their foreheads against each other. Something about the sincerity of their actions paralyzes Atsumu. Neither have drinks, they are purposely and consciously choosing this. Laughing like the party isn’t there.

“Miya-san,” A voice says, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. He turns to see the bartender holding out a drink

—

Hajime honestly had no clue what the group's conversation was currently about. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for Oikawa. Not that he would admit it, but he had thought the setter would be hovering around like he used to. Secretly Hajime’s heart was so full with pride for his best friend’s win today. Secretly, the lack of appearances had him aimlessly looking around all night.

“Isn’t that right Hajime,” Akira says next to him, placing a wet kiss on his cheek. Snapping back into the conversation he nods, in agreement to who knows what. He can see the tight lipped smile she shoots him, telling him that his zone out isn't as subtle as he thought. Hajime gives an apologetic smile and fixes his sagging arm around her waist.

“Sorry, have you seen Oikawa?” Hajime asks the first teammate of his he spots. The middle block takes a moment to understand his poor pronunciation.

“No, last I heard he had gone out to get some air about 40 minutes ago.” Emil responds, thankfully in english.

Hajime halts in time to see Oikawa kiss Sakusa Kiyoomi. At first Hajime squints to make sure he isn’t seeing things because that combination doesn’t make sense in the best of times let alone a party where they gravitate towards polar opposites. Oikawa has had partners in the past, Hajime has met a fair few of them, but none of them had been serious. Volleyball had captured Oikawa’s heart since he was a kid and no one and nothing else could compete. His friend had never seemed too bummed about the short flings and hookups and Hajime had assumed that was all he wanted. This kiss was different. He had seen enough kisses, kissed enough people, and more importantly knew Oikawa Toru enough to see the gentle intimacy in the exchange. It wasn’t a sloppy party make out, Oikawa had calculated every outcome like he does with volleyball and chose to kiss Sakusa. Chose to wrap his arms around the taller spiker and smile in between the kisses. Sakusa’s hands came up to cup both of the setters' cheeks so carefully.

Hajime watched them laugh, foreheads pressed together, exchanging whispered words. Oikawa was like a star, so fucking bright and streaking across the galaxy. He couldn’t be contained, kept, or had. He was brilliant, annoying, cocky, loyal, and kind. No one got to be with Toru, he would only slip through your fingers; but here was Sakusa, physically holding Oikawa, and Oikawa was looking at him like no one else.

Iwaizumi Hajime knew he would never be able to keep up with Oikawa Toru, that eventually he’d slip out of reach, and he was okay with that because he’s been able to run beside him for over 2 decades. He’ll continue to run with everything in him to stay there until his lungs give out. Yet he thought that the transition would be slow, like the sand falling in an hourglass. Oikawa would drift away and Hajime would get used to this – be able to prepare himself for this. He didn’t get to in the end.

—

Tbc? Fin? That’s up to you.

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All right, folks, are you ready?

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i have made 130 haikyuu-based spotify playlists.

the titles almost always have to do with an activity: washing dishes with komori motoya and protesting brutality with sugawara koushi are just two examples of them- and i keep making more.

there are also soundtracks for various ships, including rarepairs.

some of the playlists match fics that i’ve written and some that others have written!

there are workout playlists, team playlists, playlists for bleaching your hair and playlists for having a breakdown.

have the link to my spotify profile- and all of the playlists thus. https://open.spotify.com/user/introspectivebeet?si=gDDOa9YNTPmeB3SvyZRBrQ

I wrote a new fanfic!!!

they were love, an ushisakuoi ice skating au.

it's best read in dark mode, lowercase intended

slight angst at the beginning, but it definitely ends happy.

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