Sypnosis: OIKAWA HAS A TOO-CHILL-TO-BE-GOOD PARTNER. (Gender Neutral)
Oikawa Tooru was naturally good with people, his ability to make girls fall for his charm somewhat made boys his age wish they were him (or wish he’d fall down the stairs).
During his career in Argentina, Oikawa’s fanbase exploded. What once was a local swarm of schoolgirls had become an international community of fans, cheering for him from all corners of the world. He’d be swarmed by admirers, girls giggling as they handed him homemade chocolate, boys crying their eyes out as their girlfriends asked Oikawa for pictures. And he never even tried to hide his satisfaction.
His life was going good, no one was stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter. But that was his exact problem. NO ONE was stopping him, not even his FUTURE FIANCE.
When they first started dating, he knew his partner was chill, easygoing, the type to go with the flow and not cause a scene. It was refreshing, really. No clinging (Perfect since he has volleyball practice almost everyday), no dramatic jealousy (Perfect for his fangirls), no constant need for reassurance.
But as time went on (It's been 3 months), he found this “chill guy” act was starting to make him grow restless.
To be more specific, once, after a particularly intense match, he barely had time to catch his breath before he was swarmed with female interviewers flashing cameras, girls chanting his name, gifts being pushed into his arms like offerings.
The sheer amount of fangirls could make anyone suffocate. And honestly? It was starting to get to him today. He was scanning the crowd, almost instinctively looking for an exit, when his eyes landed on his s/o, standing a few feet away. Calm. Unbothered. Giving him a thumbs-up and a lopsided smile like “You’ve got this.”
No jealousy. No possessiveness. And weirdly, it made something twist in his chest.
“H-hey, Wait!” He tried reaching out before his s/o disappeared into the locker room.
This was his first time having to face a crisis like this. His last girlfriends or partners were all demanding. They were the definition of high-maintenance. They needed constant texting, nightly calls, reassurance every five minutes, you name it! tracking his location, mood swings over liked photos, cryptic “we need to talk” texts at 1 a.m. leading to them breaking up with HIM.
But this?
This calm, steady presence beside him who didn’t ask for much, who didn’t even seem to want anything and thought out everything before telling him, that was new.
And he didn’t know if it was comforting… or quietly terrifying.
He's scared that one day they’d just decided to break up with him. Leave him high and he’d only realize it when he came home to an empty apartment.
Nah, that wouldn’t happen, but he also thought that would happen and decided to test the water anyways😊👍.
One night, after a long shower and an even longer day, Oikawa flopped onto the bed with damp hair and a towel still slung around his neck. His skin was warm, his limbs tired.
“Jeez,” he muttered, propping himself up lazily, his voice still laced with disbelief. “One of the reporters shamelessly asked me out on live TV today. Even though the team explicitly told everyone I’m not available!”
There was a pause. Then, without looking up from their phone, his partner replied, “Wow, you really attract gremlins!” giggling.
“She slipped me her hotel keycard afterwards!” he added, sitting up straighter now, eyes more focused like he was looking for something.
That earned a real reaction from his partner, their eyes widened slightly, caught between surprise and disbelief then quickly changed.
“Well you probably told her off like you always do to girls who go too far right?” they asked, flashing a thumbs up and a big smile.
Oikawa stared, disbelief again. “Yeah of course I did! I threw it away, alright?” he added quickly. “Didn’t even look at the room number.”
“…Was it a suite?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t check!”
They laughed, flopping back on the bed while he groaned dramatically beside them.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “This is the thanks I get for being loyal?”
Then that classic Oikawa half-pout appeared again. “You could be a little jealous, you know..”
A silence followed after. Instead of answering, they leaned in and started smothering kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, practically everywhere relentlessly.
“Wha—hey! Wait—!” he laughed, squirming under the sudden affection. “Okay, okay! I get it! You care, you little menace—”
“Jealous enough for you?”
He looked dazed. And a little pink in the face.
“...That’ll do.”
