#back2me

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typing:: an oikawa x reader smau hybrid mini series... ::

oikawa tooru's life was going perfectly fine. the volleyball season was starting. the spring air wafted in his nose. iwa-chan was getting easier to ragebait and matsukawa and hanamaki were as troublesome as ever. so when you walked in, a new transfer student, and also coincidentally his childhood friend crush from ages ago before you moved away— his whole life turned upside down.

tags: this is like 30% smau 70% written sorry, ex!terushima, emotional abuse (i think), wingman iwa, teasing matsuhana, slight angst, fluff and crack, 3rd year of highschool, big plot holes don't look at the timestamps please.

part one: whatever i don't care i never cared anyway

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part two: you're that guy right

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎part three: and i couldn't help but fall in love again

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part one:: whatever i don't care i never cared anyway::

ignore timestamps!!

many many years ago.

“Be careful!” 

Your voice rang out into the sunny distance, your knees still bent in a ready position, arms stuck out to receive the stray volleyball that just flew out of Oikawa’s hands, who was now busy chasing after the ball before it rolled into the prickly bushes.

Luckily, he managed to get there within time, steadily holding the dirt-crusted volleyball while running towards his previous spot, before throwing the volleyball at you once more to continue passing to each other.

“Hey, (name)?” Oikawa asks as the two of you bounce the volleyball in between your red arms.

“Yeah?”

“Will you play volleyball in school?”

The volleyball flies towards the left, your arms bent at an awkward angle, surprised at the sudden question.

It rolls out of sight into the bushes, no one bothering to chase it back.

“School…?” You echo, pondering.

School was something both Oikawa and you had been worrying about for some time. A new system, a new place, and scary, scary strangers that weren’t your parents or the other. He supposes he was lucky you had someone like you by his side when he started. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to commence school without a friend at first. 

“There’s volleyball in school?” You ask.

Oikawa stutters, kicking his feet at the dirt in nervousness. “There should be! I heard from my older sister that they let you play in a real team!”

“Will you be on my team, Tooru?” You question, your hands stretching out and clenching around nothing. Fidgeting.

“Of course!” He enthusiastically replies, smiling with a missing tooth in the corner. “I wouldn’t pass up on the chance to play volleyball!” You laughed with him. “Okay, then I will!”

Oikawa breathes a huge sigh of relief internally. Okay, good.

Stretching out your hand, you stuck out your pinky, a silent request. 

He stretched his hand out as well, interlocking pinkies. 

“Pinky promise, okay?”

Once the two of you suddenly remembered the lost volleyball in the corner, grabbing it from underneath the spiky branches, you played until the sunset, a messy streak of bright, vivid colors painting the sky. 

“Tooorruu!! (Nammeee!!) Come back!” His mom yelled from outside the house, calling the two of you. 

You grin at each other before heading back to the house, a tethered promise now binding the two of you.

Oikawa wakes up, eyes slowly squinting into the darkness of his room. He groans, and tries to wipe his face. Were those... tears?

He plops his arm back onto the bed, and blinks a few more times, recoiling from the dark as he adjusts to reality.

So he, in fact, was being lied to. That was you. He was sure of it now. Oikawa wasn't known for his photographic memory, but if there was one thing, just one tiny little moment that he would remember, that would forever be etched into his brain, it would be you.

He sighs, unsure what to do now. Does he confront you directly? Does he prove to have known you in the past by starting a conversation with your grandmother's first name? Or let you pretend some more that you don't know him?

Too much thinking for tonight. Oikawa turns to his side and shuts his brain off.

oikawa was sleeping obviously a little distressed at your adamant denial that you knew him but also he could be wrong himself.. so he wasn't sure. and then he remembers your promise in his dream.

does it sound like i'm pulling this out of my ass

he does think. he thinks really REALLY hard on how to approach you and just ends up procrastinating it and also still being mildly scared of you. the fear of direct rejection i suppose.

a/n: hello first part checkmarked. doodoo fart and nothing makes sense i'm sorry please forgive me. every single one of my teachers decided to want to drive me and me specifically insane this week i originally was going to post this on monday ugh

next chapter sometime next week! we dive into your journey... and oikawa finally discovers why.

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part two:: you're that guy right::

-> before you moved, high school year 1

-> now

“Nice kill!” 

Voices of his juniors ring out in the gym—but Oikawa couldn’t register the names attached to the sounds. He stares, blankly at the spot where Iwaizumi had just spiked, how it seemed to shift with the bright overhead lights of the gym.

“Hey, you okay?” Iwaizumi asks, snapping Oikawa out of his small trance.

“Huh?” he stutters, being brought back to reality. His eyes snap towards you—for a brief second—before looking at Iwaizumi.

“You’re not focused today, Oikawa,” he states, simply. “That set just now—not your usual style.”

Well, he was right, Oikawa grumbled in his head. The set was very very sloppy for his standards, and he was surprised that Iwaizumi had managed a good hit out of that. I mean, it was Iwaizumi. He could manage a lot himself.

However, the reason Oikawa simply wasn’t focused was a lot more embarrassing than he would like to admit. He spares another glance at you, sitting on the bench, your notebook in hand, pretending to take notes as you stare into the space between the court lines on the gym floor. 

As he goes into his ready position, waiting for whoever was serving to do their thing, he begins to wonder why you were distracted. Your distraction made him distracted. His distraction made the whole team distracted. You were basically the catalyst of everything that Oikawa did, for now. 

He watches your eyes lazily follow the ball as it soars in the air, and the play begins. 

“Oikawa! What was up with you today?” Hanamaki jokes as he slaps him on the back, water bottle sloshing in hand. 

“Yeah, you were totally off your game this practice. Any reason why?” Matsuhana adds, appearing right beside Hanamaki like conjoined twins. 

Oikawa chuckles as he tries to direct their attention away from his unusually bad performance that day. But before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Iwa already hammered the last nail in the coffin.

“Because he couldn’t stop staring at (name) the entire time. That’s why.” Iwaizumi throws in there, rolling his eyes.

And the two devils perk up their ears as Oikawa groans. 

“Oh? What’s this we’re hearing?” Matsukawa devilishly smiles.

“Our great captain of Seijoh, ikemen number one, has a crush…?” Hanamaki sneers.

He pushes them both off, flinging his towel to ward them away. “Quit it! I was just off my game today! Happens to everyone!” Oikawa defensively yells.

“Reeaaallly? Then care to explain why Hajime-kun over here says you’ve been staring at our new manager?”

They all turn their heads to Iwaizumi, who just shrugs. “I simply made an observation.”

“Iwa-chan! You can’t just say that!” Oikawa groans as Hanamaki and Matsukawa laugh their asses off in the background. 

But amidst the teasing, Oikawa finds himself genuinely worried about you. It wasn’t often you would be so… down during practice. One thing that he admired the most about you was how hard you worked as a manager, how determined you were to learn everything even in your third and last year, helping out his team the best you could. 

So it made sense for him to worry, right?

Later, when everyone else had begun folding the nets and dragging the poles back into the storage room, Oikawa approached you, faux confidence barely keeping up with his real nervousness. 

“(name)-chan,” he says, stopping right in front of you.

You looked up, and after realizing it was Oikawa, forced on a tiny smile. “Oikawa-kun. What’s up?” you nodded.

He gulped, feeling his adam apple bob in his throat. He wasn’t used to comforting people, or even interrogating them in the first place. He had no idea how to go about this. 

“You…okay?”

You look at him for a second, a blank expression on your face. Oikawa grimaces. 

“What?” “I–I mean… I just thought you looked a little down today—Uhh..” Oikawa trailed off, completely unlike his cocky and teasing personality. You watch in wonder as the Oikawa Tooru, king of the school, stammer and trip on his words trying to comfort you.

And it was funny as hell.

You break out in fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as Oikawa and the rest of the team gape. Did I do something wrong? Am I getting made fun of?

But no, he could hear the strains in your laugh, how some of the biggest exhales were just a teensy bit forced. 

He would know. He’s been hearing your real laugh in his dreams ever since he saw you that day. “(name)-chan..?”

You smile widely, cheeks stretching, as you wipe a tiny tear from your eye. “Yes, Oikawa-kun. Thank you for checking up on me, but I assure you I am completely fine.”

And with that, you stood up and packed up your things as rapidly as Oikawa had ever seen and exited the gym.

But right before you pushed open the door, you turned to Oikawa, all the amusement from what seemed like “a giant fit of laughter” gone. 

“You’re the kid from next door, right?” you whisper, at a volume only Oikawa could hear.

He silently nods, still speechless.

This time, for a split second, a real smile sparkles on your face.

“Ah. I see.”

And then the metal door creaked open, dragging you into the night outside.

What was that all about?

and then u blocked his ass IMMEDIATELY!!! no time for this second chances ex thing we have oikawa to handle right now

speaking of him. his nonchalant ass is not like this he was actually blushing and hiding behind his pillow while texting you #always i'm the one writing canon

i hate oikawa kill him kill him kill him oh my gosh. "well i'm glad you're here now" FUCK OFF !!!!

iwa and matsuhana side eyeing the fuuck out of oikawa tooru. they know. they're laughing. they're smirking. does oikawa know? we'll find out... soon...

yes y/n deadass forgot him

oops...

a/n: yuji itadori would never do the shit yuji terushima is doing. so many plot holes i'm so sorry waaah

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