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» he’ll pretend to pass out in front of you PLEASE-
» baes he’s a dramatic GUY SO WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT
» either that, or he’ll pretend he’s mad at you bc ✨attention✨
Oikawa deemed himself a genius: wouldn't it be fun to mess with his Y/N-chan?
You were picking something up from the bakery, likely the milk bread he had begged her to get for hours. The second he spotted you walking out the bakery doors and towards the car he was in, he feigned anger and told himself that "it was showtime."
"Hey babe!" you chirped, entering the passenger seat through the car door. When he didn't answer, you poked his shoulder, but he shrugged your finger off.
"Did- did I do something?" You ran your fingers through your hair, thinking of all the possible times you could have made him upset in any way.
The only thing that popped in your head was...
"Is this because I stole the last piece of your milk bread this morning? I just bought some more for you," you asked, slowly, handing him the freshly baked bread from the bag yoy were holding. It took all of Oikawa's willpower not to burst out laughing and kiss you right then and there.
While it was true that he refused to share his bread, he would never really be mad about that. Besides, when you ran away with the rest of his bread, he found the mischievous smirk on your face adorable.
So he scoffed instead, and you took that as a no. He looked away to hide a smile.
"Baby, I don't know wha-"
"Really, Y/N?" He tried to put all the venom he could into his voice, and you couldn’t lie: your boyfriend really could be intimidating when he wanted to be.
"I- I'm really-" You turned around the second you heard your voice waver, and you felt yourself tear up.
"Babe?" Oikawa asked cautiously, and you turned to face him. His "anger" erased as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes, and he kissed your cheek. "... it was a prank."
The sadness in your eyes quickly morphed into annoyance, and you wiped your tears away.
"I... actually hate you for that, Tooru."
"I should win an Oscar for that performance," he sang. You laughed half-heartedly.
"Don't lie to yourself," you said, rolling your eyes.
"Hm, says the person who actually fell for it." You gasped, and his eyes lit up playfully.
» lowkey i feel like he would pull the lamest/classic pranks LMAOO
» like drawing on your sleeping face, using toothpaste in your oreos, fake bugs in your shoe
» that sort of vibe smh
» the second you notice, he will BURST OUT LAUGHING WITH HIS LIL ROOSTER LAUGH
Softly snickering to himself, Kuroo couldn’t help but be excited. He quietly looked over to your peaceful, sleeping figure, and had the strongest urge to draw all over it.
As much as he hated to disturb your sleep, he knew this was going to be worth it. Carefully holding a black marker above your face, he tried to decide what to do first.
God, you were so cute when you were asleep.
Your peaceful, relaxed face was enough to make his heart swell; a faint smile twitching on your lips causing happiness to blossom all over him. He smiled before reminding himself what he was there for.
Shoot.
He hovered over your cheek for a good twenty seconds before going in for a mustache. The mustache turned into a cat’s tail, and the cat’s tail turned into a cat with wings, and so on.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing, just so that he wouldn’t wake you up, but he couldn’t hold in a snicker.
You turned around in your sleep, mumbling incoherently, causing Kuroo to let out a string of curses under his breath.
“Good morning,” he sang before you could say anything, and you smiled with your eyes still closed. He quickly tossed the marker under your bed as you turned back around to look at him.
“G’morning,” you mumbled, your eyes drooping with exhaustion, but happiness in your face nonetheless. Kuroo pulled out his phone, snapping a picture before anything else happened, and you frowned. “Why’d you take a picture?”
At this point, he couldn't hold it in anymore and he let it all out. In between laughs and gasps for air, he pat your head.
“Might want to look in a mirror, babe,” was all he said before turning around and heading out the door.
» he can’t pull pranks on you.
» every time he tries, he just becomes a laughing and super excited mess, and you already know something’s up
» OR!! he feels bad and gives up </3
» poor baby gets all pouty when it doesn’t work :(
» JUST KISS HIM AND HE’LL BE HAPPY AGAIN HEHE
Bokuto was set on scaring you. He was gonna do it this time.
Excitedly crawling underneath your shared bed, he patiently awaited you to come. He made sure the blanket was hanging over the edge so he could hide behind it, and he rested his chin on the carpet, similarly to a sleepy puppy. His amber eyes was carefully watching your bedroom doorway, just so he didn’t miss when you came in.
The second he spotted your feet walking through the door, he got ready to grab your ankles as to scare you.
3...
2...
“I saw your arms from outside the hallway,” you sang, lifting the blanket so you could look Bokuto in the eyes.
What? You had seen him?
The figure of Bokuto crouched underneath your bed was hilarious to you; he could barely fit, and the position he was in couldn’t be comfortable.
"C'mon, couldn't you at least play along?" he pouted, and you burst out laughing, shaking your head.
He’s so cute.
“Fine.” His face lit up in a smile as he threw the blanket over the bed once more, trying his best to hide underneath it. He grabbed your ankles and you feigned a gasp. “Wow, Bokuto, I didn’t see you there,” you deadpanned. Bokuto huffed and crawled out of beneath the bed.
Or... at least tried to.
“I’m- ow-” he hit his head on the edge of the bed frame, “... stuck.” He gave a sheepish grin, eyes peering up at you from below.
“Koutarou- oh my gosh.”
a/n: is this a weird format HAHAHAHKLSJFD- ANYWAYS!! hopefully this was okay!! love you as always AHHHH
taglist: @ray-ofmoonlight @floralkawa (send an ask to get added!)
Word Count: idk because I’m too lazy to check Word. So maybe 2K?
Summary: after losing his chance at going to nationals in his second-year, Oikawa sees a different reason why he should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa.
Warnings: nothing but fluff
A/N: inspired by ushijima’s favorite phrase lol
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This was Oikawa’s moment. It was his second-year and he must make it to nationals. No - he would make it to nationals. He absolutely had to, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. All the days, hours, minutes, and pure seconds he dedicated to this match would mean something. Iwaizumi had to stop the determined setter from training himself to the point of breaking. Yet, it would all be worth it in this match.
Oikawa remembers the monster Ushijima Wakatoshi, and how that monster looked down on him in his last year of junior high. The mere memory of inferiority made him grind his teeth and furrow his eyebrows with his arms crossed. Even when they had a practice match together, Shiratorizawa still won. And that same condescending expression still haunted him.
“You’re going to break your teeth.”
Oikawa turned around, knowing that it would be Iwaizumi anyways. He plastered his classic, fake smile onto his face. In a sing-song voice, he replied, “Iwa-chan! You do care!”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and smacked him on the back of the head. “Just don’t get yourself out of the game before it even starts.”
Not wanting to hear another lecture, Oikawa nodded and returned to glaring at the doors that had yet to open.
~
On the other side, the predicted-champions were stretching. Ushijima laid out on the floor, stretching out his lower back. Usually, Tendo would’ve joined him but he decided to try to progress his gymnastics career. Did you understand what position he was in with his head in between his legs that grew closer and closer to the floor? No. But did you know that was something Tendo would do? Yep.
“‘Tori, you need to win the match so I can win a bet,” you said, with an imaginary halo hovering over your head. You even tilted your head to meet his eyes as he peered at you from upside down.
Being Shiratorizawa’s manager meant that you had an insight into their training; so, you knew you’d be eating well tonight. The comment wasn’t filled with any tone of concern. After all, this was Shiratorizawa.
“Nani?” Your redheaded friend asked, raising his head to look at you. Tendo’s wide eyes stared at you and into you, serious as Ushijima. Then he burst into his warm persona with a chocolate-sweet smile, “You put a bet on us to win? That’s so sweet!”
“Of course, I did! You guys always win,” you replied like it was a fact. As of this moment, Shiratorizawa hasn’t lost a match this season. You were absolutely sure that they would beat Aoba Seijoh, too. They’ve done it before and it will happen again.
Finally, the doors opened.
The blue and white colors greeted you from across the court. Banners hoping to garner the attention of Oikawa Tooru, the pretty boy setter of their team, were waved around proudly and erratically. Girlish screams echoed through the gym as their team entered.
“They’re very loud,” Wakatoshi muttered under his breath. He glowered at the opposing cheer section, probably putting some people in the hospital from mere shock.
“That’s because they have a pretty boy to cheer for,” Tendo said, lightening the mood as Wakatoshi grew more and more annoyed at the noise.
Oikawa’s reputation for being ‘perfect’ was well-known, mostly amongst the girls. Clearly, the girls in the gym believed in that wholeheartedly. To you, it was annoying. After all, no one was perfect. It was even more annoying dealing with that personality in person. During the practice match, his ego took up half of the gym. Hopefully, he’d be humbled today.
“Didn’t you want Oikawa to come to Shiratorizawa?” You asked despite knowing the answer. Admittedly, you just loved seeing how riled up Wakatoshi got about the ordeal. It was one of the few times the statue showed emotion.
“He’s an amazing setter and would’ve performed to his highest level had he come to our team,” the ace explained without skipping a beat. His eagle eyes focused on the brunette from across the floor, poking holes in him. It seemed that the setter felt the intense stare, because he returned it before turning away with a reddened face immediately.
~
“They’re so loud already,” Iwaizumi complained as soon as they entered the gym. He tried his best to mask his distaste for the cheers, but the outrageous screams for Oikawa made it difficult. “Can you tell them to be quiet?”
“Of course not! They’re my fans and I love them,” Oikawa replied with his cutest smile as he waved to everyone. Squeals of excitement greeted him back, making him grin all the more from the attention to his ego.
“I think I see another fan,” Matsukawa teased, subtly pointing across the gym.
Oikawa’s eyes followed his finger and saw his worst nightmare. Shiratorizawa’s prized possession, Ushijima Wakatoshi, was staring holes into his very being. Oikawa shivered with fear, until his eyes narrowed in on the girl beside him.
Wow, she’s really pretty. Wait – I can’t hit on the enemy!
Turning red, he shifted away from the opposing team. Hanamaki quirked an eyebrow, “Finally realize your attraction towards Ushiwaka?”
Oikawa shivered with disgust, “I’m not attracted to him!”
“Oh?” Matsukawa cheekily smiled. He turned to Hanamaki, continuing, “I bet that he’s hitting on the manager.”
The setter’s ears perked up, “That’s their manager?”
“If you actually looked at your surroundings, you would’ve realized this sooner,” Iwaizumi stated with disappointment. He added, “She was at our practice match, too, Shittykawa.”
Choosing to ignore the obvious slander, Oikawa pouted and sighed, “Too bad she’s with the enemy.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “Only you could care about that type of thing.”
“Get your head in the game,” the captain barked at the second-years, clearly annoyed that they were just goofing off instead of warming up.
“We’ll win,” Oikawa said before stretching. “We need to.”
~
As expected, Shiratorizawa won with flying colors, led by the genius that was Ushijima Wakatoshi. The match point started with a serve from Oikawa and ended with a powerful spike from Ushijima.
Across from the gym, you saw the setter crumble to the ground. Even with the distance, you could hear Oikawa’s heartfelt apologizes that he couldn’t land an ace service. Some tears were wiped away hastily with shame. Not even the reassurances from his fans stopped the waterfall.
Surprisingly, the pretty boy was an ugly cryer. Seeing him in this imperfect state made you not want to look away. Was all that ego just a show to hide his insecurities?
“Don’t feel bad for him,” Ushijima said, drawing you out of your haze. If anyone who didn’t know him overheard what he said, he would’ve sounded like a cold hearted victor without any humility. But you knew him and his meaning. “He should’ve come to Shiratorizawa.”
You sighed but still smiled. “I knew you’d say that.” Then, upon further inspection with your nose, you cringed, “Come on, you need to shower.”
After Coach Tanji gave his victory speech, the boys were dismissed to the locker room. As usual, you were left outside of the restrooms to wait. Fangirls whimpered over Oikawa’s melancholy state and even dared to suggest that Shiratorizawa tipped off the referee.
“If you think we needed bribes to win, then you know nothing about volleyball,” you defended your team, glaring at them like an eagle ready to snatch their prey. After watching these boys practice and endure yelling from their coach for hours on end, no mere suggestion of cheating or bribery would be tolerated.
As the girls opened their mouths to snap back at you, a different voice flew through the air. One that was noticeably deeper than these whiny pigeons. “As much as I hate to admit it, Shiratorizawa won fair and square.”
Of course, that voice belonged to Oikawa. You’ve heard his voice before. Most of the time, it would be higher pitched, flirtatious, and vibrant. Now, it was deeper, more serious, and grey.
“Thank you,” you muttered before being overrun by his fangirls who rushed to console him. You rolled your eyes. Reminding him of his loss wouldn’t make him feel better at all.
Yet, Oikawa perked up to the attention like a sunflower reaching for light. The usual tone of voice returned and his classic smile rose to his face. But when they were gone, the show drew to a close. The setter’s gaze turned to you. Something about it was sad and longing. He just couldn’t accept the fact, that along with this match’s victory, Ushijima had you, too.
“Oikawa,” a voice behind you rumbled. You turned to see a freshly showered Wakatoshi, who smelled infinitely better now. “You should’ve come to Shiratorizawa.”
The victim of this constant reminder grimaced and sighed from dejection. “Not this again.”
“You know that I’m right.”
“I could never go there with you, my enemy,” Oikawa spat and crossed his arms.
Should you be here? Probably not since it felt like a lovers’ quarrel but hey, free entertainment. You closed your eyes and leaned back on the bench, blocking out their voices. It was quite easy since you couldn’t rest well from the anxiety of the results for nationals these past few weeks.
Soon, you opened your eyes to find Ushijima gone and Oikawa staring at you. “Why did you go to Shiratorizawa?”
In reality, it was because you didn’t want to leave Tendo alone. Instead, you shrugged, “Good academics.”
“… so why are you with Ushijima?” Oikawa asked, ready to scrutinize your reason. A part of him wanted to know if you were actually single. Another part wondered how anyone could tolerate his presence.
Although you tried to hold yourself back, laughter poured from you. You tried to calm yourself down, but the idea of dating a literal statue with no social awareness - no matter how handsome - made you laugh once more.
Students from Shiratorizawa had a reputation of being stern - unless you were Tendo, of course. In fact, most Shiratorizawa students that Oikawa had the displeasure of meeting seemed that way. So, seeing someone loosely enjoying themselves brought you even closer to Oikawa’s type. Your laughter made him want to laugh, even if he didn’t know why you were laughing.
“I couldn’t date Ushijima,” you explained. “We don’t have the same sense of humor.”
Oikawa shifted to his side, slightly with relief. Subconsciously, he started preening himself. “I don’t think Ushijima can be funny.”
“No, no. He can be funny, but it’s mostly by accident,” you elaborated with a chuckle.
“I like your laugh,” Oikawa declared. You weren’t sure if it was a compliment, since it sounded more like he was telling himself of that fact.
You quirked an eyebrow, “You’re even weirder than I thought.”
“Hey, my team already bullies me enough!” Oikawa whined. Despite his little facade of being sad, he still couldn’t hold back his smile.
You giggled, “They bully you?”
“Over everything!” Oikawa stated with a show of his arms in defeat.
“I wouldn’t bully you,” you proclaimed with sincerity.
“You really are an angel,” Oikawa complimented with awe. “I wish you went to Aoba Josai.”
“Awh, really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Oikawa nodded. Smirking, you chuckled, “Then, you should’ve come to Shiratorizawa.”
Scenario of Kageyama and Oikawa sharing an s/o. I can’t get this dynamic out of my head oml
I’d say they’d be competitive, but I don’t think I can sum it up as simply as that. Hopefully, a general scenario like this is enlightening enough to the complexity of their dynamic.
Title: Equivalent Exchange
TW: Unhealthy Relationships and Implied Abuse.
~
“Your boyfriend’s awfully talented.”
You stiffened as soon as you heard his voice, gritting your teeth and pressing your back against the undecorated drywall as those steady, measured footsteps began to approach. Your eyes were shut, they had been since you left the stands, but you didn’t have to see to recognize that smug tone, dripping with so much confidence, it nearly hid the insecurity brewing just below. It was instinct, by now, a necessary reflux to your survival. Moreso for you than most, considering your circumstance.
“I know,” You mumbled, half-heartedly, your voice doing little to alleviate the anxiety beginning to gather in the pit of your stomach. “Better than you could ever be, Oikawa.”
You opened your eyes, glancing towards him, if only to see the faux-hurt spread across his features, a hand rising to press against his heart as he came to a stop in front of you. It was a practiced motion, a playful tease so over-used, even a complete stranger would be able to tell Oikawa had abused the gesture far too thoroughly to ever let an ounce of truth penetrate his act. Still, that rarely stopped him from whining, and you doubted he’d make an exception now. You wondered if his persistence was meant to make you feel special, sometimes, but dismissed the thought quickly. He’d take any excuse he was given to be this dramatic.
“You’re so mean, babe, it’s like you don’t even care about my feelings anymore.” There was a pause, a pout, and slowly, he took a step forward, eyeing the rest of the hall for any bystanders. You were alone, unfortunately. Anyone who wasn’t on the court was watching those lucky enough to play, leaving you and Oikawa as the only ones still wandering the arena. “Karasuno’s changed you. I knew I couldn’t trust those kids with your safety, not when they let you get so-” He scanned over you, his neutral smirk fading into an earnest, cruel sneer. “-cold.”
“I have every right to be cold, especially towards you.” You couldn’t help but cross your arms, narrowing your eyes towards his feet. An alarm went off from somewhere further into the arena, a referee soon yelling something about the score. You listened intently, refusing to give Oikawa the satisfaction of having your full attention. “Aoba Johsai was never the problem. You made my first-year hell, and you would’ve ruined my second year, too, if I hadn’t transferred. The people at Karasuno are nice, and Kageyama is--”
“Tobio is currently playing a match you aren’t watching. Why do you think that is, (Y/n)?” He hummed, a single finger coming up to tap against his lips in thought. As rehearsed as the rest of his speech. “Is it because our favorite little cheerleader doesn’t quite like the team they’ve sided with? Do you think he’s going to lose? Or, is it that you’re tired of him?” At that, his grin returned, toothy and self-satisfied. You grimaced, and he took that as a sign to continue. “Oh, c’mon, I treated you like an angel, it’s only fair that you’re unhappy with someone who looks at you like a piece of meat. Maybe it’s karma. It’s not like you ever appreciated what I did for you.”
“You isolated me.” It was a weak counter, one that barely fazed him. You went on for yourself, rather than him. It wasn’t like he was listening, anyway. “I wasn’t allowed to make friends because you couldn’t understand that I might need someone else. I was miserable, and you were delusional. Kageyama’s… He’s distant, but he doesn’t try to control me. That’s more than I had when I was with you.”
You turned on your heel as you finished, but Oikawa was quick to catch your wrist, keeping you in place with little more than a vice-grip and a sharp pull. “There’s no ‘was’,” He hissed, under his breath, the words barely audible. “We’re together, and we’re going to be together, whether or not you try to hide with your second-rate team. As soon as I graduate, you’re going to see how much of a brat you were. If your boyfriend wasn’t so clingy, I’d be tempted to drag you to the locker room and show you how grateful you should be, or--”
Oikawa stopped, suddenly, pursing his lips and letting you go as abruptly as he’d taken hold. You opened your mouth, not trusting his swift change of heart, but you could hear it too, in a moment. Footsteps, approaching at a feverish pace. A witness Oikawa didn’t care for.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, stunning you momentarily and giving Oikawa time to take his leave while you were distracted. It didn’t take long for the intruder to show themselves, a mop of disheveled black hair lingering in the corner of your vision as Kageyama pressed his chest against your back, leaning against you like he couldn’t bear to hold up his own weight. He seemed exhausted, labored breaths making themselves apparent as he struggled to draw you closer, but it was only appropriate. From the glimpses of the match you’d caught, their opponent hadn’t been a benign one. It was nothing Karasuno couldn’t handle, though.
He answered before you could ask, his face soon buried in the crook of your shoulder. His favorite place to be, judging by how often he chose to make your skin his home. “We won.”
“That’s great, Tobio.” You tried to make up for your lack of enthusiasm with a smile, reaching back to run your fingers through his messy hair. “I knew you would, you’ve all been working too hard to drop out this early. But, doesn’t Daichi want to--”
“You weren’t there.” The interruption was rash, careless in a way that gave you the impression that he’d done any listening he planned to do. He spoke hurriedly, stumbling through his thoughts with all the grace of a man deprived. Whether it was due to exhaustion or haste, you couldn’t tell, and you certainly didn’t care to ask. “After the first set, I couldn’t find you in the crowd, and I wasn’t sure where you went… I asked you to stay, right? I remember asking you to stay.”
“I just got a little overwhelmed,” You explained, deflating slightly. Kageyama’s grip only tightened, as if to make up the slack. “I’ll be there next time, alright?. I saw Oikawa and I panicked, I wasn’t thinking. I’m really, really sorry.”
“You will be.” You cringed, reaching down to rub soothing, measured circles in Kageyama’s wrist, but he was shaking his head before you could speak, rejecting your attempts at comfort as adamantly as someone so desperate could. His back straightened, and without hesitation, he pulled away, taking you by the hand and beginning to drag you forward, in a direction you weren’t quite sure of. Not towards the court, though, and that was enough to fuel the steady pressure now pressing down on your chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. You almost wished it would finish the job. “You’re always talking about Oikawa, like he’s the one your dating, like he’s the one that matters, right now. This was supposed to be special, but you had to run away because you were too busy thinking about someone else. It’s unfair. I need you to see that, before I can forgive you.”
Another pull, this one rough, unforgiving. You winced, then crashed into his side as he paused, fiddling with the handle of a plain, white door, giving you just enough time to read the sign lazily tacked onto the metal panel. The painted-on letters were chipped and fading, but its sentence as deadly as any other.
He was taking you to the locker room.
The panic was familiar, your heart beginning to race and your blood rushing past your years as you realized what he intended, and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be surprised. The dread was there, but the shock wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
Not when Kageyama suddenly looked so much like Oikawa, from behind.
ratings/warnings: swearing, vandalism/graffiti, a little suggestive, Iwaizumi calls you ‘babe’ , law enforcement present
genre: Skater! AU, fluff, action (?)
word count: 2,087 words
synopsis: In an attempt to frame your rival school, you, your boyfriend, and his friends, end up coming face to face with some unwanted guests. A little quick thinking and some fast skateboards should hopefully do the trick...that and a stolen car.
a/n: i got this idea and i just went with it hehe. i had a lot of fun writing it so i hope you all enjoy. no thoughts just seijoh four ;) reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3
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“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD Y/N TURN THIS FUCKING CAR AROUND-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
~
six hours earlier
“What do you guys want for dinner?”
“You-”
“Hajime…”
“Get a room you two.”
You sighed and crossed your arms. You looked at your boyfriend sitting on the couch with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Let’s get udon. That sounds so good,” suggested Makki.
“I had udon yesterday,” explained Oikawa, “I don’t want that again.”
“That’s not my problem. Y/N, I’ll order,” said Makki. You nodded.
“Udon sounds good to me.”
You moved to sit back down next to Iwaizumi and he instantly wrapped his arm around you. You moved to rest your legs on his lap.
“I thought we said we were going out tonight,” huffed Mattsun. You chuckled.
“Don’t worry we are. We can’t go out on an empty stomach though.”
“Did you get the spray paint Oikawa?” asked Iwa. Oikawa perked up.
“Uh I thought you were getting it…”
The rest of you groaned.
“No you were supposed to get it idiot!” sighed Hajime. You gave Iwa a nudge.
“It’s fine, we’ll just get it before we go,” you insisted.
“Oikawa, your udon privileges have been revoked for this,” said Makki.
“I DIDN’T EVEN WANT UDON-“
“Well you certainly aren’t getting now. The rest of us will split your bowl.”
“HOW IS THAT FAIR-”
“Makki when will it be here?” You asked.
“About twenty minutes.”
“Okay so after the food gets here and we eat, we’ll head over to that supply store and grab the paint. How does that sound?” You explained. The boys nodded. Iwaizumi placed his hand under your chin, having you look at him.
“Sounds perfect babe.”
Iwaizumi placed a subtle kiss onto your lips, keeping a smirk on his face.
“Like I said, get a room.”
~
All your dinners arrived right on time and you all devoured them. You ended up giving Oikawa his bowl, though you did steal a noodle here and there.
The five of you threw away all your trash before packing up your things. You left the basement and went outside, each of you grabbing your skateboards.
“Ready to go?” You asked. The boys nodded.
“Last one at the store is paying for the paint-” laughed Mattsun before hopping on his board and skating away as fast as possible.
“Shit-”
The rest of you followed, pushing with all your might to not be last. The supply store was only a few minutes away, prompting your little race. You stood in second place behind Mattsun, followed by Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Makki.
“Sorry babe-” Iwaizumi rode past you, leaving you next to Oikawa.
“Damn it.”
You lowered your stance on your board, hoping to pick up some extra speed that you desperately craved. You were tied with Makki and Oikawa, each of you inching for the lead.
“I won’t hesitate to push you right off your boards,” you laughed. Oikawa smirked.
“Yeah right-”
“No way I’m paying-”
You continued to push on the ground, gaining distance between the boys and catching up to Hajime and Issei. The wind blew in your face, awakening all your senses. You could see the store approaching, giving you an adrenaline rush.
You caught up to Mattsun and Iwa.
“Fancy seeing you guys here,” you smirked.
“You haven’t won yet Y/N-” said Mattsun. He was first at the store, followed by Ayou, then Iwaizumi, Makki and Oikawa. He lost by just a second.
“I guess it all worked out, since you were supposed to buy the paint anyway,” you joked as you caught your breath. Oikawa huffed.
“Whatever. Wait here.” Toru kicked up his board, adjusted the beanie on his head and went inside. Iwaizumi moved to stand behind you, slinging his arms around your waist.
“You’re sure we aren’t gonna get caught?” he asked. You sighed.
“Have a little faith in me babe. My plan is full proof.”
“And if we do get caught, we can blame you,” smiled Makki. You hit his arm.
“We aren’t gonna get caught. I’m smarter than that.”
“Got it!” You looked up to see Oikawa holding up the bag of goods.
“Four cans of purple, white, black, and grey spray paint.”
You smirked.
“Perfect.”
~
The five of you hopped back onto your boards and rode until you reached Aoba Johsai High School. You quietly and carefully made your way to the gym.
“Never thought I would be back here…” sighed Mattsun.
“Hopefully this is the last time we are back here,” you whispered. It had been a few weeks since graduation. Never did you think you’d be back to spray paint your own former high school.
Oikawa pulled out the cans of paint, setting them each on the ground.
“Ladies first,” he smiled. You picked up the purple paint, took the cap off and began to draw a large circle on the gym doors.
“That's an oval,” teased Makki. You groaned.
“You idiots can do it then.”
You filled in the circle with the purple paint before turning it over to Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun. They began to draw an outline of an eagle and the letters spelling out ‘Shiratorizawa’.
“God what I would do to see the look on their faces when they see this,” said Iwaizumi. You chuckled.
“Told you my plan was full proof.”
“PAINT THE WALL NOT ME DAMN IT-”
“Oikawa shut up-”
“Makki shut up-”
“Now you listen here-”
As the boys continued to whisper-yell at each other, Iwaizumi took your hand and began to lead you around the corner of the gym.
“Iwa-”
“Don’t worry, they can handle being alone for a bit,” he smirked. Iwa had you leaned up against the side of the building, his arm just above your head looking down at you. The way he stared at you made your heart pound.
“You know you’re really cute when you’re determined,” he said.
“I know what I want,” you whispered. Iwaizumi bent his head down, touching his nose against yours. Your breath grew heavier and hotter as it mixed with his.
“I know what I want too.”
Iwaizumi didn’t waste another second to crash his lips against yours. There was something about the way that Iwaizumi kissed you that made your knees go weak. You pulled him closer to you, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Iwaizumi’s hands rested comfortably on your hips before slowly moving them onto your ass. The clashing of teeth and tongue was intoxicating. You could barely get enough.
“U-Uh guys…”
You ignored the voice, keeping your focus on your boyfriend's lips.
“GUYS!”
Iwaizumi pulled away from the kiss, annoyed.
“WHAT?”
“W-We’ve got company…”
You and Iwaizumi looked at each other, feeling your hearts drop to the floor. You slowly walked back to the gym doors. Makki, Oikawa, and Mattsun were frozen in their spots. They had the hoods of their sweatshirts on and their beanies lowered. You and Iwaizumi soon heard two pairs of footsteps walking towards you.
“Alright kids, just stay where you are,” said one of the police officers. You looked around to your friends. You bent down and picked up your skateboards.
“Hey now you listen to me, it’s gonna be easier for the both of us if you just do what we say. So drop the skateboards.”
You were shaking in your shoes, trying to figure a way out. You could see the two police cars in the background, parked in the school lot. The lights were still on and it looked like one of the officers had forgotten to shut their door. You soon were struck with an insane idea.
“Put your hands up. You’re trespassing on school property, not to mention the vandalism you just did,” said the second cop. You set your skateboard back down, your friends looking at you as if you were crazy.
“Y/N what the fuck are you doing-“
“HEY NO TALKING!”
You placed your skateboard on the ground, slowly putting your foot on top.
“Police. Car.”
“What-”
“Police car. Now!”
You jumped onto your board, skating past the officers even before they had a clue what you were doing. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun followed you to the car.
“HEY GET BACK HERE!”
The officers chased after you, but weren’t fast enough. You made it to the car, your whole body shaking and your mind going a mile a minute.
“GET IN!” you shouted.
You hopped into the driver's seat of the car with the open door, keys still in the ignition.
“Idiots,” you mumbled to yourself. Iwaizumi got in the front seat with you as the rest piled in the back.
“FUCKING DRIVE Y/N!” order Oikawa. You removed the parking brake before stepping on the gas. You could hear the yelling of the officers behind you, but they soon faded as you speed away.
“I know you did not just steal a police car!” shouted Iwaizumi.
“Well would you rather be riding in the back of one with cuffs!?” You groaned. Your hands were shaky on the wheel, palms covered in nervous sweat. You didn’t even bother to check the speed you were going, running through every red light you came across.
“We’re fucked,” cried Makki.
“Y/N take us back to the damn school,” ordered Iwa. You looked at him with widened eyes.
“Are you crazy? Hell no!”
“If we turn ourselves we won’t get into as much trouble-”
“Keep driving Y/N, I’m not getting arrested!” butted in Mattsun. You looked in your rear-view mirror, only to see the second police car after you.
“FUCKING HELL-” You stepped on the gas even more, reaching close to 80 miles per hour.
“WE’VE GOTTA LOSE THEM!” shouted Oikawa.
“DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT! SORRY THAT THIS IS MY FIRST CAR CHASE DAMN IT!”
You made a wide turn onto a backroad, flipping the switch of lights on top of the car off. The second car still trailed behind.
“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD Y/N TURN THIS FUCKING CAR AROUND-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Your adrenaline continued to rush as you drove. You searched and scanned your surrounds for any way out, or somewhere to hide.
“Y/N turn there!” Makki pointed to a fork in the road that lead to the woods. You jerked the steering wheel to the left, driving right into the woods entrance. You parked the car and turned off the engine.
“Everyone quiet!” You ordered. You looked behind you, waiting to see the other car. You watched as it drove past, entering the left side of the fork. You all let out a sigh of relief.
“You’re fucking crazy Y/N…” panted Iwaizumi. You chuckled.
“Well obviously.”
~
The five of you skated your way back to Oikawa’s basement, leaving the car where it was. Once you arrived, you all crashed onto the floor.
“I can’t believe that happened…” huffed Mattsun.
“I can’t believe we didn’t get caught…” you said.
“We did get caught dumbass! We almost died!” remarked Oikawa. You playfully hit his arm.
“We didn’t get caught. Just...interrupted.”
“Iwaizumi your girlfriend is insane,” sighed Makki. Iwaizumi chuckled.
“Hell yeah she is.” Iwaizumi pulled you towards him, having you rest your head on his arm.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he whispered. You smiled.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry I yelled at you too.” You moved your hand to run through his hair.
“How about next time though, we do some legal for our activity of the night?” he suggested. You chuckled.
“Admit it, that was pretty fun.”
“Yup, you’re insane.”
“Wait, did you finish the painting?” You sat up and looked at the three boys. They looked at each other, smiling.
“Don’t worry, we finished it.”
~
The following morning you all found yourselves seated in Oikawa’s basement. You were curled up on the couch next to Iwaizumi. Your phone buzzed.
“Who is it?” he asked. You raised a brow.
“A call from Kindaichi.” You answered the call, placing him on speaker.
“What’s up first year?”
“DID YOU HEAR? SOMEONE VANDALIZED THE GYM!”
The five at you looked at each other.
“No way… do you know who?”
“Those jerks from Shiratorizawa! They left graffiti and everything! They even stole a police car and it was found this morning. Apparently the police are on their way to Shiratorizawa right now.”
You tried your best not to laugh, keeping your cool on the phone. Iwaizumi kissed your cheek, before high-fiving his friends. You turned back to the phone call.
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"So… Sho how's school been?" You ask him as you're pinning up Natsu's hair into "fairy braids".
They were essentially little flowers braided into sections of her hair.
Sho looks occupied. You think its his volleyball team.
"School's okay I guess. But volleyball is SOOO COOL! I NEVER KNEW YOU AND DAICHI-SAN, AND ASAHI-SAN AND SUGAWARA-SENPAI WERE CLOSE?!"
You start laughing, "Sugawara senpai what?!?"
Shoyo looks at you quizzically, "What do you mean? That's what he said to call him."
You giggle. God that man is too funny, you think.
"Okay enough about my upcoming volleyball career," Shoyo says while you roll your eyes.
"How's your manager life?"
You shrug your shoulders as you delicately place a flower into Natsu's hair.
"Well, me and the captain are on good terms now. And I think I'm somewhat friends with people on the team," you say thoughtfully.
Yesterday, you and Oikawa studied over the weekend at the coffee shop. It was surprising for you to see the proud captain turn almost submissive when you studied with your project together and when you talked about volleyball. You knew in the back of his mind he still felt bad about the way he mistreated you, but now you were fine.
"Well guess what? Daichi-san and Asahi-san want you to go out with them sometime! They miss you," Shoyo adds.
When you first came to Karasuno, you quickly became friends with Fuki and Riki. You were your own separate group, the artsy bitches who liked editing and drawing random shit, making concept art and scribbling doodles on each other's papers.
Then one day you decided to sit next to the shy boy-man? Man-boy? The boy with the man bun? Whatever. You decided to sit next to him during lunch, because your regular seating area was taken.
Next to the man bun boy was, stoic boy and beauty mark boy.
You didn't know that these boys were going to be the next best friends of your lives.
There you formed a friendship with three of the sweetest men you've ever met in your life.
It started off with talking about how brown is actually a good ass color, then to how the school lunches could have better milk, to groaning about essays together.
To them supporting you with your family, and you with volleyball.
"You're so stupid Riki!! Its the answer B obviously!!" Sugawara says slamming his hand on the lunch table.
You and Daichi start giggling as Riki rolls her eyes.
"What if it's not B, huh Koushi? What if it's actually C?!?" Riki retorts.
You chuckle with the memories of lunch arguments, walking together, and trips to the city with each other.
Later, you helped Daichi find a manager for the volleyball team, Kiyoko Shimizu and later became a friend of yours.
You never wanted to admit it but all of them became a found family, a fantasy that you recreated in your head over and over when you spent time with them, just because of how fucked up yours was.
You loved Suga's laugh and the way he held you while you were boisterously laughing about something stupid, but you hated the way that you knew that it was something friends did. And not what family did.
You loved it when Riki, Fuki and Shimizu came over and did your face with makeup because it made you feel like you were being pampered by aunts and sisters you didn't have.
When Asahi and Daichi constantly checked on your wellbeing, even until now, when you moved schools for Christ's sake. It made your heart clench in pity, because you know this is the closest thing to parents checking up on you.
The sad thing is? Is while you're over here playing found family, the rest of them were just doing something that friends do.
That's why you distanced yourself from all 4 of them when you moved schools.
But Shoyo, he had to remind you about them.
"Yeah.. I.. Uh… I miss them too," you say slowly, braiding the rest of Natsu's hair.
Natsu leans back against you and hands you your phone.
"You don't wanna play minecraft anymore?" You ask.
She shakes your head, "No Kiyoko is calling you!"
She waves the phone in your hands and you feel the vibration of the call.
Oh god, did Kiyoko figure it out?
With shaky fingers you pull the phone from Natsu's grasp and answer the call.
"Hey Kiyoko-"
"I'm outside your house…"
You sputter your words out, "What?!?! Kiyoko?!"
"I'm waiting for you so we can finally go out together."
She pauses.
"Just you and me," her soft voice carried comfort to you.
"Okay… I'll go soon. I'm outside with Sho and Natsu," you say picking yourself up and turning off your phone.
You wave goodbye to them and gesture with your other hand to the phone.
Shoyo gives you a thumbs up and goes back to playing outside with Natsu smiling.
You run back inside and grab your shoes and jacket and throw them on. You flung the door open and see Kiyoko Shimizu in all her grace, beauty and splendor.
"Kiyoko-"
She grabbed your hand and pulled you close to her chest and squeezed you tight.
"Me and Daichi were scared, you know. We all were. Very worried about you," she starts off quietly.
"Tell us, [Name], when something's wrong. It hurts us when you don't."
You sink into Kiyoko's arms and relish the feeling of them.
"I will. I'm sorry for not doing that."
She pulls away and gives you a soft smile, her beauty mark perking up.
"It's fine [Name]... Now get in the car! We're gonna go eat out today!"
"I'll have meal 1 please," you tell the waiter.
"Meal 5 with a side of tofu as well," Kiyoko adds.
The waiter leaves and now it's just you two You were at the ramen shop near Seijoh.
Which just so happened to be the Ramen shop that was close to the convenience store near Seijoh.
The convenience shop that you and Oikawa went to.
You shake your head to get him out of it.
"Uh…You okay?" Kiyoko said questionably.
You wave her away, "Yeah I'm fine. Just remembering something weird."
She leans forward,"Hmm okay. But hey. Heard you became a manager at Seijoh.. You trying to one up me or something?"
She smirks and you scoff.
"Kiyoko please. I learned everything from you. I don't know how I would manage this great team without your prior knowledge I would have never survived," you say.
You sigh and look up, "They're one of the best in the whole prefecture and I'm in charge of them. The pressure is real."
Kiyoko pats your hand affectionately, "I bet. I mean Oikawa and this other dude from another school have been butting heads with each other ever since middle school. It's his last year so Oikawa is probably incredibly stressed."
You raise an eyebrow, "I mean Oikawa has been a little on the edge, but I didn't know it was from some dude since fucking middle school."
"Yeah. Ushi-Waka from Shiratorizawa. He's also from a powerhouse school. The best in the prefecture. They've gone to Nationals, multiple times. Ushi-Waka is in Japan's best under 18," Kiyoko says softly, like she was passing secret information to you.
You not, sipping your water as you let her continue.
"Oikawa has always been beaten by Shiratorizawa and has NEVER made it to nationals. Once! So this year is his last year, he gets 2 chances and then poof!" Kiyoko says.
Her hands are in a circle and they suddenly break.
"Bye bye volleyball career."
You were taken aback.
No, you were stunned.
You always knew Oikawa was determined but God, this puts it on a whole nother level of determination. You wonder how stressed the team was when Oikawa supervised. Or vice versa. You wonder how stressed Oikawa was when he supervised.
Is that why Iwaizumi encouraged you to book practices with college volleyball teams? Probably. The more practice the better, you remember him saying.
Oh and how could you forget the dark circles under his eyes.
You lean back and exhale, "Wow. I feel horrible for not knowing."
Kiyoko sighs, "You should know as a MANAGER, but didn't you have a rough start with him?"
You nod and recount the events that took place as the waiter sets down your food.
"But that was yesterday so I guess we just started our 'working relationship'", you finally say.
Kiyoko lets out a low whistle, "Looks like you got your work cut out for you sweetheart. Our team is in the works."
Her voice drops lower and she grins evilly,
"We'll beat you, [Name], I have hope for this team."
You grin back, "We'll see about that."
The two of you talk back and forth about other things for a while, laughing about the dumb shit Sugawara pulled and the new students.
You pause, "How's Hinata doing? I don't know if you remember him but he's a family friend."
Kiyoko smiles, "He's doing wonderful. Had a rocky start with another 1st year but they're friends now."
"Oh I remember him telling me that. Kageyama?"
"Yes. He was a middle school prodigy. Came from the same school as Oikawa and most of the Seijoh players actually," Kiyoko informs him.
"Huh," you say mentally noting that fact into your mind.
"Anyways, I'm glad we…you know. Got to talk. Hopefully we can go and hang out again with the others," you say as both of you clean up your table and walk out.
"Same. But Karasuno is gonna beat you at the practice game next week," Kiyoko says with a wink.
"Pfft Seijoh will wipe your asses over the gym floor," you say.
You're in your bed, covered in blankets and half asleep from your eventful day. When your eyes finally fluttered to sleep, your phone buzzed.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
You pick up your phone lazily and open up the messages.
Oikawa?
You groan. What is so goddamn urgent that he wants to meet with you so early in the morning?
You push the thoughts and the judgements out of your mind and go to bed early.
So much for a day out to relieve stress.
[Name] and Kiyoko both have a slight obsession with milk tea
IMPORTANT INFORMATION TO DISCLOSE
Kiyoko introduced [Name], to the more traditional Japanese food when she moved here rather than the trendy ones portrayed in the Media
Unbeknownst to [Name], Kiyoko keeps tabs on the Seijoh boys just in case something bad happens.
A note from Chef Tina: ty for sticking with me everyone for this fic! I feel like my efforts on writing this are paid off! Pls like, reblog or comment! It would help a lot!
I just want to thank everyone who follows and interacts with me or even reads the fics I post. I appreciate you all. I never expected to start writing until I met Shae and she encouraged me too.
Onto the part where I give love to my moots and close friends, this is going to be sappy.
To @chibishae34 : Words cannot express how happy I am to call you one of my best friends. I am thankful I found your fic and that we became friends from there. I am thankful I shared my idea for Nekoma Clowder with you and that you encouraged me to write it. I love you so much it’s unreal. You were one of my first moots from the haikyuu fandom and I am so grateful to you. I hope I can come see you and Jenna soon and hang out with you guys. I know you want to see snow again but I will be honest, it doesn’t snow that much here like it does back where my parents live. Thank you for letting me just ramble even if you don’t respond all the time, I truthfully don’t mind.
To @bbymilkbread : Eve! My crazy other half in our group. I am appreciative of you even if you hate fluffy shit. I am glad you found Make Your Move and became one of it’s first readers. I also love how you decided that even though I was a fluffy person, that you were going to make our friendship a thing. I love how you just rant to me about your psychos and recommend me things to read. I cannot wait to hopefully one day meet you and cause chaos for Shae to deal with. You’re one of my favorite people for sure. Love you whore
to @kenmasgameboy : Jenna, I am glad I met you through the discord and through Shae, you have become important to me in so little time. Even if you and Eve manage to push my buttons a lot of the time, I am so so so glad to know you and be friends with you. I need to come see you and Shae hopefully this year, and eventually all of us will hang out with Eve as well. Ruin Me is absolutely wonderful and I am happy I decided to binge read it and catch up.
To @vhskenma : Seq! I love you so much my baby sister. You are amazing and wonderful and deserve so much love. I know I don’t always respond but never-the-less, I love you anyways. I hope we get close in 2021, and that you get lots of love from Akaashi and your other favs.
To The rest of the HQ Writers disc: I love you all so much it’s unreal. Jackbox was so fun, and @atsumusc0ck and I bonded over dumb shit and it was beautiful. You guys are all wonderful and it lead me to getting to know you guys better, here’s to more game nights and random bullshit. @not-to-be-gay-but-holy-shit @simping-for-tendou @miyaniacs @tendouthighs @kodzukenscorner @boosyboo9206
To @rintarhoes (and Toffee of course): Violet, I love you so much and I am glad I got to be a moot of yours and Toffees as well (We do be missin Toffee). You are an absolutely amazing writer and I don’t remember how I found you both but I am glad I did. You are both amazing and even though I am not as huge of a Suna simp as you are, I still love everyone in the SUNA SUPREMACY discord. You are an amazing person and I cannot wait to see more of your writing this upcoming year. Please tell Toffee I love and miss her!
To @oikaw-ugh : Leia! You’re wonderful and your SMAU’s have been amazing. I know you have been working on a lot more tagalong works and I still love seeing them on my dash even if I understand none of it. You’re wonderful and amazing and so fun to interact with and talk too. Here’s to hopefully more conversations in 2021 and more random moments. Even if we don’t always respond to each other, I am grateful for our talks.
To @sophieshortcake : I adore you, you are SO sweet and so kind. I love interacting with you and even your character anons (Esp Oikawa, he’s my favorite). I’m happy I found Play Date and was able to become friends with you after reading it. You are a great writer and I adore all of it so much, from your headcannons, to your oneshots, to drabbles. All of it. I hope 2021 is wonderful for you and that you get lots of Tsukishima kisses and love.
To @undermattsun : I know we aren’t super close Miki, but I can 100% say I am glad to know you now. Especially since you made me adore the hq!skate rats. I love sending you daily love, and I love seeing your bullshit appear on my feed. Sometimes it makes me smile or I just sigh deeply. I know you say whorehouse will make me have a foot fetish but I do not see that happening (if it does you would be the first to know). I hope I get to know you more this year.
To @haikyuuwaifu : Short and simple, I love you, your writing, and your discord. All of your writings are amazing and the fact you do all of this and are an outstanding mama? Absolutely fantastic. I look forward to more of your ideas even if they sometimes end up breaking my heart.
To @kageyuji : I don’t think we are truly moots Corey but! You deserve a spot here, I adore your fics/headcannons/oneshots that you write. They are all fantastic and I just want to say your writing is absolutely amazing. I cannot wait to see more of what comes from your brain this year and hopefully we interact more (If I stop being lazy honestly).
To @dinablossom : Dina! You absolute ray of sunshine! I adore you so much, I know you adored my Suna fic, and I hope you feel the same for the current Atsumu one. I love your artwork so much, I try and reblog it when I see it, because my gosh more people need to see it. Keep being a ray of sunshine and being wonderful.
To my other moots I am not as close with: I still love you all, you’re all wonderful and I am grateful for you all. Here is to 2021 and hopefully a better year with more writing/drawing and other things.
request: Can you write about a second year girl (or gender neutral person) waiting by Aoba Josai's gym for Oikawa, and the team thinks it's another confession, but when Oikawa walks over to them she asks him advice on how to get loyal/good friends? Like she has a friend group, but they're toxic towards her and she feels alone? (I'm going through something like this rn and this would really help 😅) It can be slightly romantic or strictly platonic, whichever is easier for you! I love your writing!! 💕💕
character: oikawa x reader
words: ~ 1.7k
a/n: Here you go, I’m sorry you had to wait. I made it platonic, becausemy goal was to create a comforting feeling, and romance didn’t suit what I had in mind, does that make sense? 😳 Still, I Hope you can enjoy it! And I wish you all the best, hopefully you’ll be feeling better soon! Sending you all the good vibes, and feel hugged! 💕
You could already hear the faint cheering and swooning from a distance, and as your feet carried you closer to the boy’s gym you could finally see them, as well. Around the entrance of the gym was a small crowd, consisting of about two dozen of girls, some you knew by name, and others you hadn’t seen on campus before. With a sigh you decide against joining the chattering flock of obsessed girls and instead opt to place yourself several feet away from them, putting enough distance between you and their ecstatic chatter, but not too far away to lose the gym’s doors out of sight.
The increased squealing and the high pitched out cries indicated that the boys’ volleyball team’s practice must have come to an end, and so you slowly turn yourself towards the small crowd, not moving any closer to the source of excitement, though.
It doesn’t take you long to get a glimpse of the brunette setter, who didn’t only stand out because he, as most of his team mates, were noticeably taller than the girls that were surrounding them, but also because of his undeniably rapturing aura.
Several minutes go by with you just standing awkwardly at the edge of the building, watching him interact with his fans, handling their loud and incoherent squeals, their awkward confessions and slightly obsessive attitude as if it was nothing. A few more minutes go by, and slowly but surely your patience begins to fade, with crossed arms you start debating with yourself, if it would be better to approach him another time, maybe somewhere else, too.
You get pulled out of your train of thought when Oikawa’s voice was increasing in volume, bidding and bowing goodbye to the flock of fans surrounding him, who, in turn, groaned woefully, but made way for their idol to pass through anyways.
Passing through the crowd Oikawa joins his friends, and team mates, who were waiting for him a bit farther away, and you can already hear them teasing and clowning him from a distance.
Taking a deep breath, you decide that the timing was right, quickly collecting yourself you turn yourself towards the group of friends, ready to approach, but you stop in your tracks when you see them coming to a halt a few feet away from you, their gazes curious, yet intense. At a loss for words, you just stand there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, with wide eyes, warm cheeks, and stiff body posture.
Luckily Hanamaki takes the initiative and nudges the brunette’s side, gesturing into your direction with his head, adding a few words you couldn’t make out from your position. Oikawa quickly glances into your direction, then back to his friends, and excuses himself, before he starts walking towards you, a kind smile sitting on his lips while he gleefully waves at you, his previous encounter with a flock of excited and unruly fans seemingly not having any effect on his mood.
Meanwhile the rest of his team mates make their way up the stairs to the club rooms, disappearing out of view.
The closer he comes the clearer becomes your view of his face, his smile looks forced and his body language screamed exhaustion.
“Hey there, you couldn’t possibly be waiting for me, could you?”
His voice is dripping with kindness and playfulness as he asks you that question while pointing to himself with his index finger.
His aura makes you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, his gaze intense and definitely not helping your racing heart. You lower your head, trying to escape his piercing eyes, and nod you head.
“Yes, I would like to talk to you about something.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
Most people, especially those who were head over heels into him, would have believed the exaggerated curiosity in his voice, but you knew, you could feel, that he was clearly expecting you to confess your feelings to him, wanting to get over with it as soon as possible. He believed he knew your intentions, and for that reason he was talking to you like he talked to his fans, high-pitched, coy, and just too nice for your liking.
“I wanted to ask you for advice, actually. Advice on friendships.”
He goes silent for a moment, and his forced smile is replaced by confusion that visibly spreads over his facial features. When no answer follows, you lift your head to peek up at him curiously, watching him as he puts one hand on his hip, and places the other below his chin, seemingly thinking about what you just said.
“Hm. I’m flattered, but why would you come to me for that?” All at once his façade was gone, and he was looking at you with genuine curiosity and interest.
“Well, you seem to be getting along with just about anyone, and you’re pretty close with the other third years on your team too, aren’t you? I thought you would maybe know what to do in my situation.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Oikawa hears you and nods thoughtfully.
“Then, what exactly is your situation…”
You notice his hesitation, but keep your head low, giving him your name.
“Right, then, what exactly is your situation?”
His eyes don’t leave you as he awaits your response, instead he even leans forward a bit, unintentionally intensifying your nervousness.
“Well, I- I don’t know. Just, how do you get good friends? How do you create friendships that last? And how do you know your friends are really your friends?”
At this point the frustration that had build up inside of you over the last couple of months came crushing down on you, hard, and you could feel your eyes tearing up just a little bit.
“It’s just… There are people I call my friends, but they exclude me a lot, and it feels like they’re constantly looking down on me. It doesn’t feel like I’m their friend, at all. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, I- I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. Alone and sad, and like I’m undeserving of kindness and love.” With every word your voice grows shakier, and more desperate. It ultimately cracks at the end of your short speech, only realizing afterwards that your emotional outbreak might come across as inappropriate or childish. Your hands shoot up to your mouth immediately as you try to keep in your sobs, and they soon move to cover most of your face, trying to hide yourself in embarrassment.
Completely lost in your thoughts you fail to comprehend Oikawa’s words as he responds to you, you’re only brought back to earth when you suddenly feel a warm hand gently touching your shoulder.
“Hey, it’s alright. I’m a hundred percent sure there’s nothing wrong with you. Your friends sound horrible, though. You should get new ones.”
His attempt to lighten the mood fails miserably, and you lift your head only to glare up at him, huffing at him in an irritated tone.
“You make it sound easy. Not everyone attracts people like flies, like you.“
Oikawa looks a little surprised at your bold answer, though, his surprise quickly turns into contentment, the playful smile returning to his face.
“Let’s sit down somewhere before we continue.”
He squeezes your shoulder affectionately, and lightly nudges you into the direction of the nearest building, where he swiftly sits down on the lower part of a staircase and pats the space next to him, motioning for you to join him.
„So, how do you want me to help you? I mean, what could I possibly do for you?”
The intensity of his gaze remains, but so does the genuine smile that sits on his lips, a smile that is laced with understanding, a smile not many get to see, you imagine. You feel the tension slowly leave your body, and you sit back, leaning on your elbows with you head in your neck, watching the clouds above as a hopeful smile makes its way to your lips.
“I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t really think this through, but I thought you would know how to be a good friend. Does that make sense?”
He looks at you in confusion when he spots the slightest hint of a smile on your face.
„Well, the way I see it, your friends are really shitty, you should totally dump them.” The way he says it sounds matter-of-fact, and out of the corner of your eyes you can see him nodding to himself, like a proud child would.
„I don’t want to be all alone, though. I know they’re not good for me, I know they’re toxic, but I’m afraid I might feel even worse, if I’d be all by myself, you know?” A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you change your position, leaning forwards with your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands, your gaze wandering off into the distance again.
You were ready to strengthen your point of view, already drawing a breath, but before you could say a word Oikawa abruptly stands up, rising to his full height with his hands on his hips, smiling brightly at you as if the two of weren’t just talking about something severely depressing.
„You can spend time with us, then! Me, Iwa-chan, Mattsun, Makki, and the others. You seem like a sweet girl, I’m sure they would be delighted to meet you. “
„Huh?!“
Staring at him with wide eyes and open mouth you try to comprehend what he just said, not sure if you imagined it. You get your answer when he reaches for your hands and pulls you up, beaming with joy.
„You heard me. Dump your friends and spend time with us instead. We’re nice, we don’t bite. I promise.”
„Alright. “You agree, maybe too fast.
„Great. Let’s exchange numbers so we can keep in contact. “He suggests, his hand already reaching for his pocket, only to realize that he was still wearing his gym clothes. He stifles a laugh and turns to you with an apologetic grin.
„I’m sorry. It’s in my bag upstairs, let me get it real quick. You wait here, okay? “He exclaims while pointing to the clubroom building behind the two of you. He’s already halfway up the stairs before you can answer him, so you just nod, not realizing he wouldn’t be able to see it.
You would wait there, anyways. You would wait for Oikawa to return to seal the deal on your new friendship, and you would do it with a smile on your face.
