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To All the Boys I’ve Loved - The Popular Guy (3)

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You could not sleep even if your eyes were unbearably heavy. When you close them, your mind automatically goes back to what just happened earlier that night.

You kissed Oikawa.

Technically, he kissed you. But you allowed him to and even kissed him back.

You hugged your pillow tighter and buried your face in it to cool the warmth in your cheeks. You didn’t want to date him but you let him kiss you. And not just kiss, you were literally making out.

How will you face him the next time?

You were thankful when you heard your phone vibrate on top of the countertop next to your bed. You could use a distraction.

You immediately grabbed it to see what it was about.

Good night, y/n-chan! I really enjoyed hanging out with you today. My favorite part was after I walked you to your dorm :))

You closed your phone and put it back.

You stared at the ceiling of your room and accepted that you won’t get much or any sleep at all tonight.

—

“Nee-san!! We have practice this Saturday. COME WITH OIKAWA PLS”

You scowled after reading your cousin’s text. It hasn’t been that long since you came to his match yet he’s already asking for you to come again the weekend after that. You know your childish cousin didn’t really care much about you. He was after Oikawa and you were just the condition he set for him to come.

Oikawa hasn’t bugged you that much since that jarring night of humiliation. He still messages you every now and then but he hasn’t asked to meet again. It gave you peace of mind.

It’s not that you don’t want to see him again. You actually find yourself slightly missing his presence.

His wonderful brightness didn’t decrease one bit but you adjusted to it and felt even more magnetized by what’s behind the popular guy everyone knew.

Still, you didn’t know how you should react when you see him again. And even though it’s just for Shin’s practice, you don’t have the courage to be the first one to ask him to meet.

You’ll just apologize to your cousin and lie that Oikawa was too busy to go.

You were constructing your half-baked apology to your cousin when your phone rang.

Oikawa

Your thumb was trembling with nervousness when you pressed the green button to accept the call.

“H-hello?”

“Hi, y/n-chan!”

You could see him smiling at the other side of the line just from the cheery tone of his voice.

“When are we hanging out again, hmm?” He asked giddily.

The phrase ‘hanging out’ was your idea but it was becoming pestilent even to you. You don’t want to actually date him, but you’re certain that you’re not just hanging out, especially not after that-

“You there, y/n-chan?”

“Oh. Yeah, umm.” You couldn’t believe you were spacing out because of him even when it’s the guy himself you’re talking to. “My cousin said their practice is going to be this Saturday.”

“Ahh, right. Let’s go together?”

You panicked. “No!”

“Ehhh? I don’t see the point if you’re not going.”

“I’ll go.” You corrected yourself right away. “But I’ll meet you there instead.” That would allow you to spend time with him again without being alone with him.

“But why can’t we just go together?” He pressed on.

You forgot that this was the man who persistently waited for you for two weeks at your university gates. Once he sets his eyes on something, he is ill-determined to get it, and at the moment, that something is you and him going to your cousin’s practice at the same time.

Unable to come up with an excuse, you proceed to say the truth. “I kinda feel awkward to be alone with you.”

It took him a few seconds to respond. “Because I kissed you?”

You were already unsettled just thinking about it. To hear it directly from him made you even more embarrassed.

“Yeah.”

“Do you regret it?” His frolicsome attitude was absent from how he spoke the question.

“Err…” Your logical mind was screaming at you to say yes so he wouldn’t pull something like that again. But you knew that would be a lie. The reason why it made you restless wasn’t solely because of how inappropriate it was to be seen doing it in public.

It was mostly because you liked it. You enjoyed it. And it troubles you that you did.

You sighed as you decided to answer it honestly. “No.”

“Ehehe. Oke. Text me when and where and I’ll see you there. Bye y/n-chan!” He said delightedly then abruptly ended the call. You removed your phone from your ear and looked at the screen.

Did he really just agree to what you asked him to without complaining?

You thought you were getting used to him but he managed to hang question marks all over your head again.

You shook your head as you deleted the previous draft you were about to send to Shin. Instead, you asked for the details Oikawa mentioned in the call.

Knowing that you won’t have to suffer awkwardness from being alone with him, excitement grew in you. You’re going to see him play without his obnoxious fans.

--

Oikawa stared at their previous coach’s message. This time, the message was straightforward. He was asked to reconsider his decision of quitting volleyball, as if that would make him change his mind.

He closed his phone and walked straight inside the gymnasium you texted him.

There were less players than your previous team, but they’re still of decent numbers. One side of the net was doing blocking drills while the other was practicing their passing.

He looked around but didn’t see you there.

He took out his phone again to call you since he didn’t see the point in playing when you’re not there.

“Oikawa-san!”

He looked for the person who called him and saw your cousin jogging towards him.

“Wow!! You really came.” Shin looked at him from head to toe as if he was an apparition that materialized.

He would be pleased with the adoration if you weren’t missing in action. “Where’s y/n?”

“She said she’s on the way. She’ll be here, I swear.” He smiled at Shin, satisfied that the deal he set was still intact on your cousin’s mind.

“Okay then. How do you want to play?” He asked, curious about how the team planned to utilize him to train.

“How many sets can you play?”

“How many sets can you play?” He was unable to control the smirk that went up on his mouth. Shin instantly beamed with excitement.

“Can we do four? You’ll be joining the first two sets with the blue team and the remaining two with the white team. Is that okay?”

“Sounds fine. Where can I change?”

Shin pointed at a corner of the gym. “The lockers are over there. Feel free to use it. You can even lock it if you don’t want anyone suddenly entering.” Shin offered generously, but he just laughed it off.

He didn’t mind people walking in while he’s changing. He has played the sport since he was a child. He was always changing around other boys so it wouldn’t faze him.

Once inside the locker room, he put down his bag. He checked his phone again if there were any updates from you, but still 0 new messages.

If the first set is done and you’re not still there, he’ll leave.

He changed to his training clothes and went back to where your cousin was. Shin introduced him to the rest of the team as was not really surprised when everyone knew who he was.

As they discussed earlier, he was going to play with the blue team first. As expected, he was going to play the setter for both teams.

They let them continue their drills for a short while so he could warm up. When he told Shin that he was good to go, the practice match started. Yet, there was still no sign of you.

Oh well. One set and he’s gonna dip if you’re still not around.

The game started with him gauging everyone on his current team which included Shin. He observed how each hitter approached the ball he tossed and assessed their potential. On their ninth point, he called for a time out.

He asked the hitters how they found his sets. They were hesitant at first, but he urged them to talk. He absorbed their input and filtered out the information he needed from them with ease.

After the time out, their team gradually picked up the pace. He was able to fine tune his sets according to each hitter while studying the other team behind the net. He adjusted the toss of the ball accordingly to what he deemed would make their attacks at their best.

With the score 24-19, it amused him that he was rotated at the back for the service.

It was his first time meeting and playing with them, and they were nowhere near as good as his previous team, but it thrilled him. Maximizing each individual’s capability to solidify the team gives him a rush.

While waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, his eyes automatically drifted to the entrance and was reminded why he was playing in the first place.

Luckily, his team was at the side where the entrance was so he was able to get a full view of you as you entered the gym.

Oh boy did he get distracted. You were wearing a white fitted shirt and black cycling shorts. Your university wasn’t strict with the dress code. He noticed that anyone could wear whatever they wanted. Yet you always wore pants and baggy long sleeves, sometimes you pair it with a jacket.

To see you that much skin from you was an experience he wanted to prolong if not for the whistle that perforated his fascination. He faced the net and dribbled the ball. Once again, he looked at you and just how he wanted, you were also looking at him. He held your gaze for half a second before a smirk crept up on his face as he prepared himself to serve..

Everything felt great. From his run-up, his high toss, his point of contact with the ball, and the energy behind all those - you.

It has been a while since he played, but anyone watching the game wouldn’t be able to guess that from how the ball pierced the air and landed with blistering speed at the corner of the back court. No one was able to move a muscle. No one even reacted except for him who couldn’t contain his smile.

It was the referee’s signal that let everybody know that his serve got his team to win.

Instead of cheering the team he was in, he went to you. You were clapping with an impressed beam on your pretty face. “Wow! That was..” You looked again to where he was standing when he served the ball. “Just wow. I have no words,” you added.

“You’re late, y/n-chan.” He tried to sound sulking but he was too proud of himself and too glad you arrived at the right moment.

“Sorry. I had a laundry catastrophe I had to fix.” You apologized but your dazzled smile remained.

He was worried you’d act more aloof than you normally were because of what happened the last time you saw each other. But to his pleasant surprise, you seemed livelier than usual. You didn’t even bow when you apologized which was refreshing.

“Oikawa-san!” The number 4 in his team called out. “We need to switch courts.”

He’s a bit irked because he wanted to brag more and hear you praise him since you almost missed the first set.

“Go ahead,” you urged eagerly. “I’ll be watching intently the next games.”

“You better. I’m playing for you, y/n-chan.” He winked at you as he ran off with his current team mate. When he took one last glance at you, he felt gratified as he saw your shocked expression accompanied by the ever precious blush that settled on your cheeks.

He decided then and there that whatever team he’s in, he’s going to make them win.

--

The kiss that haunted you was immediately stomped over when you arrived at the gym.

You realized that it didn’t matter who Oikawa’s with. As long as he is playing out there in the court, regardless of who his teammates are, his excellence showed. Everyone, including you, noticed that the team where he was in was the winning team. You could see how his teammates are enjoying the game that he was indirectly leading.

What awed you more was how he talked to the players. He didn’t speak like he was superior among them even though he was. He treated everyone casually, talked to them player to player, even sharing some smiles and laughs at attacks executed well.

He was indeed mesmerizing to watch.

He said he was playing for you but you highly doubt that. Not once did he even look at you after that jump serve he pulled off when you came in..

He was doing it because it exhilarated him. You could see it even better now that you’re watching closely, unlike before where you only viewed the game from a great distance because his fans always took the nearest available space.

You never cheered for him vocally because it would just be drowned out by loud cheers. But in this court devoid of ear-splitting squeals, your throat itched to yell out his name.

But it would be weird. It’s not like he’s getting points himself. His setting makes the hitters score but it still wasn’t from him technically.

“Here!” He yelled.

Did he really call for the toss? Is he going to attack? You didn’t take your eyes off him as he jumped off a floor ready to spike, only for his body to slightly twist mid-air and raise his other arm for a set.

You’re sure everyone was as astounded as you are. Even the blockers from the opposing team were half-pissed and half-amazed at his display of dexterity in handling the ball.

Unable to help yourself, you stood from your seat. “Nice toss, Oikawa-san!”

But since no one else was there, your loud voice was heard not only by Oikawa but by everybody. The player that he tossed too got distracted as well. He was successful in spiking the ball but it didn’t travel towards the other side of the net, it was spinning towards you.

It was fast, but you were able to react. With what little time you have, you get as far away as you could from where you saw the ball was heading.

As you dodged, you came into conclusion that even if you didn’t spend most of the time studying, you still wouldn’t get into sports. You were not moving away from the ball, you were going to where it was exactly going.

Then it was too late when you realized.

You received it perfectly with your face.

The ball bounced up as you stumbled on the floor from the impact.

That’s what you get from being dumb and suddenly cheering out of nowhere when the ball is still in play.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up and saw the player that hit you. You would nod but you didn’t want to move your head because your brain felt like it jiggled from being struck.

You were going to say something but when you moved your mouth, you winced from the pain on your cheek.

The player was horrified. “I’m so sorry.” You must look like you’re in a lot of pain. You want to act that you’re fine but the throbbing in your cheek made it impossible. In fact, tears were prickling in the corner of your eyes from the pang that was gradually setting in. He crouched and peered closely at the side of your face that was hit.

“Move.” The player stilled at the sound of Oikawa’s low and dangerous command. The player scrammed on his feet to get away from there as quickly as he could.

But when Oikawa stooped down to look at you, his eyes were full of concern.

“Let’s go treat that.”

With your dizziness and trembling lips that hurt when you try to speak, you waved one to signal him ‘no.’ You didn’t want to intervene in the game. They’re already on the last set. You’ll just toughen it up until it ends.

“Hey,” he called the attention of the player just now who was fretting in place. You’re not sure if he was worried about you or worried that Oikawa would snap at him.

“Get someone to sub me out.” Oikawa was no longer the pleasant teammate he was. The order he gave was absolute and did not have any room for objections. “And get me some ice and first aid,” he added.

“Okay!” The player ran to their side of the court.

“Your lower lip is bleeding.” Even though his voice was stern, his eyes were soft.

“Can you stand?”

“Yea,” you whispered.

He held your hand to assist you in standing up. But as you got up on your feet, your vision spun.

Oikawa didn’t fail to notice how your grip on his hand tightened. Your eyes were hazy before you closed them.

He didn’t bother asking you what was wrong. You obviously got dizzy from the sudden motion.

He pulled you to his chest, making sure that it was the unstricken side that was pressed to him. He held the back of your head to steady you as he let you recover from your dizzy spell.

It wasn’t the right time but he couldn’t help feeling good when you let him hold you close without you kicking up a fuss.

When your grip loosened, he figured that you were starting to regain your balance again.

“Hi! Here’s the first aid kit and the ice as you requested. If you want, I can treat her so you can get back to the game.”

He could tell it was their manager. It irked him that he had to request for those when she should’ve gotten those as an automatic response. To make things worse, he noticed that her attention wasn’t on you. It was on him. He saw the sparkling admiration in her eyes.

He had no plans getting back to the game when you’re hurt. More so now that someone else wanted to use your condition to do their bidding.

“No. I’m taking care of her.”

“Oh. Okay.” She bowed and put down what she brought on the bench you were just sitting at, then went back to their side of the gym.

“Feel better?”

“A bit.” Your voice still wavered.

He let go of your head to grab the kit the manager gave. “Let’s go to the lockers.”

You didn’t refuse so he took it as a yes since you couldn’t speak freely.

Once inside, he pushed a bench against the lockers so you can lean on something when he attends to you. He let you sit as he crouched in front of you.

At the first touch of the ointment at your grazed lip, you took a sharp breath.

“Does it really hurt that bad?” He asked quizzically. He’s been playing for so long that he got used to getting hit. Not to mention, Iwa-chan struck him way too frequently during training.

“I’m okay,” you said with wobbly lips and watery eyes.

He should feel bad, but it was adorable how you toughen it up when it was plain as day that you were really in pain. If you were alone, you would’ve been bawling already.

When he reapplied the ointment, you winced again.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself trying not to cry, y/n-chan.”

Like a kid given permission to do so, you closed your eyes as tears trickled on your cheeks.

“Mey feshe hurts se beerd!” You half sobbed and half spoke while avoiding to move the cut he just put ointment at.

You were being such a wimp and he adored it. He raised his hand to the top of your head to pat you while his other hand stroked your knee gently to soothe.

“Aww, princess. It’s okay.”

You suddenly opened your eyes and looked at him with pink blotches on your cheeks that he wasn’t sure whether it was from your weeping or from what he said.

Shit, he slipped. He didn’t intend to say that out loud. The reason he agreed to go to today's practice separately was because he wanted you to feel at ease with him again. It took him a while to convince you to actually spend time with him, so he’s wary that he might push you too hard that you’ll withdraw from him.

He knew that he’s coming off aggressively to you, but he only kept it to a certain degree. He didn’t want to make you extremely uncomfortable. He just wanted you to get used to him.

Instead of pointing out the endearment he accidentally voiced out, you sniffled while you wiped your tears.

“Ishe pleash.” You eyed the first aid kit where the ice was on top of.

He abided your request and took it upon himself to hold the bag of ice to your cheek. He continued staring at you while you made sure that you were looking anywhere but him.

“Didn’t you play any sport?” He asked.

“No.” You moved your mouth as if you were checking if still stung, then gave a sigh of relief. The sting probably eased up. “Only during PE class,” your words no longer garbled. “I don’t think I’m cut out for any physical activity,” you added.

“Ehhh? But you received that ball so well. You knew exactly where it was going.”

You frowned at him, attempting to look mad, but he could see the humiliation winning over your face.

He laughed, the sound bouncing off the metal lockers as it was empty except from you two.

When he recovered from his amusement, you looked like a defeated puppy. “It really hurt a lot when it hit me,” you mumbled.

“I know.”

This time, you didn’t look away from him. His levity was dissolved in the tension that was permeating the room. Your eyes held his as you both didn’t say anything. Only the sounds from the court could be heard.

You held a familiar glint in your eyes, the one he saw the other night. You looked like you didn’t know what to do.

It was bad.

The small cut on your lip didn’t make it any less appealing and if you’re going to keep that ambivalent facade, he might actually give in to his urge for a repeat of that night.

He went an inch closer, probing how further you’d let him get away with. Then another inch after the other, until the rhythm of your breathing changed.

He removed the ice bag from your cheek and put it down without breaking the eye contact. He slowly traced his hand that was on your knee up until it was resting on the bare skin of your thigh just below the fabric of your shorts. It was silky smooth and he had to consciously restrain himself from getting more handsy.

Damn it. You should really say something now.

“I-” you interjected.

“Hmm?” He’d immediately get his hands off you if you asked him to.

But there you were again, aware of what’s about to happen but clueless on how to respond.

He’s had it from there. He gave you a lot of time to refuse. If you couldn’t decide for yourself, then he’d do it for you.

He lightly clutched your thigh before propping himself up to close the remaining gap between your lips.

“Nee-san!!”

“Fuck,” he cursed lowly right on your mouth that was only a breath away. He could almost taste you already.

You both turned to Shin who was standing frozen on the doorway. He made sure his glare was enough to let your cousin know that he interrupted something.

“Oh.” Shin’s face went beat red upon figuring out what he just walked into. “I’m sorry!” He bowed exaggerated exactly like how you usually do and made sure to close the door before he ran back to the court.

You covered your face with your hands but instantly took them away. “Ow,” you exclaimed.

Oikawa sighed with frustration as he raised the ice bag again and gently put it to your face. He should have accepted Shin’s offer earlier to get the lockers to himself when he wanted to.

With Shin’s intrusion, he managed to tamper his craving to touch and hold you inappropriately. He also took it as a sign that it wasn’t the best time. It probably would’ve hurt if he kissed you with that cut, even though it was only a tiny one.

After a few more minutes, you let him know it didn’t stiung as much anymore. You two went back to the court with the games already finished.

He asked you to wait a bit as he gathered the players and told them what he noticed while playing with them. When he was done, everyone thanked him and commended him, as they should.

He was about to go to the locker room to change back to his casual clothes when the guy who spiked a ball at you approached him.

“I’m so sorry,” said guy apologized, which he found annoying. You’re the one the guy hit, not him.

“Ha?”

“I didn’t mean to hit your girlfriend.” Girlfriend? That sounded nice. On second thought, the guy wasn’t so bad. And he was a forgiving man who could overlook that horrendous misplay.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” he said graciously, not bothering to correct what the hitter assumed. He waved at him dismissively and went ahead so you wouldn’t wait too long.

When he got back to you, Shin was right beside you.

“Oikawa-san!! Let me treat you to something as thanks,” your cousin suggested.

“No need to. We have plans.”

“We do?” You reiterated, unable to grasp what he meant. He smiled amicably at you. “Yes, we do.”

“Okay. Have a good evening!” Shin said before you could even ask anything. Luckily, your cousin gets it.

“Come on,” he said as he turned around and headed outside.

“I didn’t know we had other plans,” you stated with bewilderment.

“This is the plan, y/n-chan.”

He glanced at you from his peripheral to see your reaction. “Ah,” your mouth opened as it finally sunk in your head what he was insinuating earlier.

It was too early for dinner as the sun was only beginning to set. So he decided to just take you straight home.

He thought you were going to make a big deal out of it again but you just stayed silent and walked beside him. You looked straight ahead, but he knew your mind was somewhere else. He was about to ask but you beat him to it.

“You miss it, don’t you?”

It was an abrupt and heavy question, causing him to fail taking his next step.

It was a vague question but he knew exactly what you were referring to.

You immediately noticed and stopped walking as well.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to pry or anything,” you said defensively with panic gradually settling in yours as you realized it was something he didn’t take lightly.

“Yea,” he answered before you could fully cower to your timid self.

“I do miss Volleyball,” he confessed with a poignant smile as he started walking again, slower than usual.

You went with his pace as curiosity replaced the alarmed look on your face.

Even though you haven’t followed up with another question yet, he already figured out what it would be. You’ve already asked it previously too.

Now he’s ready to answer you.

It was a sour topic but he didn’t mind being honest with you. You could see right through him anyways. It made him at ease to let you in on his internal struggle since he wouldn’t have to hide anything from you.

“But I’m not good enough to stand in the court I want to play at.” He glanced sideways to see your reaction.

If a question mark had a face, it would probably be the one you’re wearing. Maybe he was too poetic or that it was too obscure for someone only watching from afar.

“I don’t understand. You deserve to play on the best court there is.”

He never should have underestimated you. He did the first time you met and it was a mistake doing so again for your words fanned a flame in him that he thought himself put out already.

But he couldn’t let that happen.

“It’s nice you think so, y/n-chan,” he responded cheerfully before his voice dropped drastically, “but there are geniuses out there,” he paused as he was about to say something that fueled his insecurity, “and I’m not one of them.”

“What are you then?”

He gave you an over the top smile that holds no authenticity to it. “I’m just a good-looking guy who works harder than everybody else.”

Without even pausing to think, you responded right away. “Is there really a need to be a genius then?”

He knew he was a good player. He was even convinced that he was the greatest. But as he continued playing his beloved sport, he was easily overwhelmed by people who seemed like they were born to play Volleyball.

That was why he just gave it up.

With modeling, he didn’t have to try so hard.

He didn’t enjoy it as much, but it made him feel good about himself. It felt like he was perfect for it. So instead of forcing himself on Volleyball, he chose modeling.

However, you thought differently. You believed that he didn’t have to be some sort of prodigy to play on a higher level.

He felt even more conflicted.

“I’m not sure, but that’s no longer relevant since I already quit, y/n-chan.”

“Unquit then,” you said plainly.

The way you always have a quick counter got his resolve reeling. His thoughts about the issue were in knots for months but you threaded through it simply in just a matter of minutes.

“You can always go back, right? If you really wanted to, I mean.” You added, oblivious to the turmoil your upfront words were causing.

“Do you think I should play again?” he asked since that’s what seemed to be the purpose of your initial statement that brought forth the current discussion.

“I think you should do whatever makes you happy, Oikawa-san. I don’t really mind whatever that is,” you smiled at him, then winced.

“Ow,” you touch your wounded lip. It must have been stretched when you smiled at him.

“In a way, it’s good your cousin came when he did. It would’ve hurt if I kissed you, y/n-chan,” he deviated the topic back to you since his mind needed a break from the ponderous conversion you two were having.

“Why would you do that? I have a cut on my lip.” You gently dabbed the graze again, probably to feel how much it still hurts.

He grinned. You were totally unaware of the implication of your response.

“So, if you didn’t have a cut, you’d let me do it?”

You flinched, but kept your eyes straight ahead. Even though you avoided meeting his gaze, you couldn’t hide the pink tint on your cheeks as you sped up your strides.

Not like it mattered since he could easily keep up.

“Y/n-chaaaan. Answer me,” he pestered on, which worsened your blush.

“I-” you were doing some awkward motions with your hands like it was helping you figure out what you wanted to say. But soon failed when you raised them in the air in the form of a surrender as you sighed defeatedly.

“I don’t know,” you admitted frustratingly.

Too pure. You’re too fucking pure that he just found himself even more endeared to you. The inner workings of your mind were undecipherable wonders but when it comes to anything romantic, you become a transparent sheet that he could easily perceive.

“Just say we’re dating already so you can say yes freely,” he teased further to which you didn’t answer.

But your silence meant a lot because you no longer said ‘no’ either.

—

‘Jose Blanco is here.’

Oikawa has been staring at the text message for a solid hour he received from their former coach. The person who made him want to be a setter, the one who lured him deeper into Volleyball as a child, was just around for him to see.

Even though the message did not contain any details, he knew what his coach was trying to say. He could meet Blanco if he wanted to.

And he does.

Being with you made him look back on decision to quit. You opened the sealed passion he once held for Volleyball, but the willpower to go back is not yet there.

Even so, he was already constructing a reply to send. “I’d like to meet him.”

He didn’t see any harm in doing so. He might even get answers to his unresolved doubts, and if he doesn’t, he’d have the honor of a private encounter with Jose Blanco.

--

You’re falling for Oikawa, dangerously hard and fast.

What were you expecting? To be friends even when he’s made it clear that he wants to date you? Your relationship with him was never platonic in the first place. The ‘hanging out’ front didn’t do you any good either. You’ve even kissed, and would have done it the second time if Shin didn’t pop out.

You still think getting in a relationship with Oikawa would be complicated, but being around with him for weeks now, you realized that he could handle his fans when he needed to. He even told off one when you two were together.

As for his schedule, the two of you meet pretty often and he texts you a lot. All those times you’ve met were initiated by him as well. You wouldn’t have to squeeze yourself in his life since he could find the time for you.

Maybe it wasn’t as complicated as you thought.

Although you’re still not sure why he likes you, you know that he’s serious about it. He did a lot of radical things just to get your attention and be with you. That’s good enough for now. That’s good enough for you to consider dating Oikawa.

With fidgeting hands, you text him a message asking to meet up that day. You hope he’s free before your insecurity hits you and causes you to change your mind.

‘I have something to do this morning. What about tonight? :)’

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your chest while your fingers are trembling from agitation.

Tonight, you’ll be officially dating Oikawa, the man you’ve deemed unreachable.

Your cheeks were hurting from how wide your smile was. You’re legitimately a shoujo manga heroine now, getting the man every girl wants and every guy aspires to be.

--

You decided your rendezvous point to be at the park near your dormitory. Until the late afternoon, you couldn’t decide where to meet. You didn’t want to go to a restaurant or whatever because it’d be too crowded and you might falter if a fan approaches again.

Your roommate is out, but no freaking way you’d invite him in. You’d rather take the crowded place than be alone in an enclosed space with him.

You expected yourself to be nervous, but you’re actually more excited, probably because you already know that he likes you too.

You won’t tell him just yet that you’re starting to love him. You’ll take baby steps. You’ll only let him know that you agree on dating instead of pretentiously hanging out. For now, that was enough.

When he came into view looking as good as ever, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating as twice as fast as it normally does.

He waves at you, which you return feebly since this is the first time for you to make the first move with him. The letter doesn’t count because you didn’t send it yourself.

You thank the dimness that engulfed the area for you were sure you were flushed.

“Hey, y/n-chan,” he greeted spritely but it was accompanied with a strained smile as he sat beside you.

“What’s wrong, Oikawa-san?” You immediately asked. It was not like him. He had a natural flippant attitude, but just now it sounded forced.

“Hmm? Everything’s fine,” he said as put his hands on the pockets of his jacket while settling down on his seat.

You only glared suspiciously at him. You could tell something was off.

He chuckled lightly when looked your way. “Do you have super observant powers, y/n-chan?”

Your glare of suspicion turned to a frown of confusion. “I don’t get it.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Nothing.” He leaned back on the back rest and shifted his gaze to the night sky.

“I met with the person who inspired me to be a setter.”

You lifted your head up to the same sky he was looking at while waiting for the whole story.

“He offered me some guidance and asked if I wanted to come with him to Argentina.”

Your gaze instantly returned to his with the news he gave. “Wow. That’s amazing, Oikawa-san! Are you going?”

A bittersweet smile formed on his lips as he faced you.

“Should I?”

Why was he looking at you like his answer depended on you? It didn’t matter what you thought, but you figured that he might still be conflicted since he looked like he wanted to go for it yet still reserved about it.

“If you want to. Personally, I think you’d be great if you do.”

“And you love watching me play, right?”

You nodded for it was true. He’s at his absolute best with Volleyball.

He scooted closer until you could feel his side pressed to yours. He grabbed one hand that was sitting on your lap and put it in his pockets as he intertwined it with his.

“Oikawa-san?”

“It’s cold, y/n-chan. You wouldn’t want me getting sick, would you?”

Yet his hand was the warm one, in contrast to yours which you realized was actually freezing. He gripped it tight as he returned his gaze to the moonless sky.

“I’m thinking of going pro,” he announced.

You felt so proud and happy that he was able to make that decision knowing that it wasn’t an easy one for him. The last time you saw each other, he revealed his insecurities that ran so deep it made him quit something he cherished.

So to hear that he managed to break out of it brings you joy. He wasn’t just going back to it, he’s also moving forward.

But you couldn’t smile to congratulate him, the dread of him leaving invaded the joy you felt before it even completely set in.

In the end, it was Oikawa himself who would end what you have before it even starts, and you couldn’t blame him for it. In fact, you were truly happy for him. He gets to play in a bigger stage like he wanted to, like he deserved to. He was meant to achieve greater things after all.

It was your own naivety that made you think that you were someone he could actually be with. Even if he did want to, his own brilliance wouldn’t allow him. Just when you thought he was reachable, fate offers him to take a huge step towards his ambitions, a huge step away from you, making you come face to face with the harsh reality that he’s way too exceptional for an ordinary person like you.

You couldn’t smile but you couldn’t cry too with two emotions clashing at each other with no arising winner.

“Why did you ask to meet me?”

What came out of your mouth next was the first lie you dared tell him. “I just wanted to see you.” Or maybe it was because it wasn’t a complete lie that made it sound believable even to your ears.

You expected him to tease you about it, but he’s probably too preoccupied with his own thoughts.

You leaned your head on the backrest of the bench and joined him again in his silent viewing of the night, throwing out everything you were supposed to tell him tonight, together with the crushed hopes you had.

Just like the star you fixated gaze on, he was someone you could only stare yearningly at and never have.

So you relished the moment with your hand locked onto his. You held on to him while you still could.

a/n:

I’ll be writing the last chapter after the holidays (cause im working on a Bokuto smut fic).

Y’all telling me the story was cute when I already had the ending plotted out flattered me and also amused me im so sorry :(

Thank you so much @newfriendjen for the betaread. Idk what Id do without u.

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