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your banner makes me really happy. oikawa's O_O face is so cute
oikawa’s 8| face, truly iconic…!! probably my favorite oiks expression other than smugkawa, twitchyfingers, and “don’t forget my worthless pride” murderface lol. i actually drew it for kicks as part of a fake LINE sticker set I never finished…
actually, now that i’m looking at these again, I kinda like the “GEH!” meganekawa one too!
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a soft tsk under his breath——— ‘‘ . . . just hurry up. ’’ he refuses to break off eye contact, even while drinking from his water bottle. it’s taunting for no good reason other than spite; oh, the petty ways of high - schoolers.
purposely, he stops all movement, volleyball now tucked safely under his arm. eyes narrowing, the tension is thick between them as he meets his junior’s glare with an unwavering intensity.
“ you know, tobio - chan, “ he snirks. “ you should watch out ~ wearing such an angry expression all the time is going to give you wrinkles ! tsk, tsk, you wouldn’t want to be looking five times your age when you’re out on the court, would you? you’ll give people the wrong idea ! “
‘ — oikawa-san. please don’t fall asleep on the bench like that. my bag is under there. ’
@teiyn ♥’d this for a one-line starter.
“ oh, hey cutie manager, fancy meeting you here ~ ♡ welcome to my humble abode ! why don’t you stay a while ? “ unfortunately for kiyoko, the bag is masked by his legs dangling off the side of the bench.
" ne, ne, ma - chan! just you wait! i found the perfect boyfriend candidate for you! " not taking no for an answer, he prepares a quick drum roll against the wall, before yanking the curtain aside to reveal . . . . takeru?
after i take him out for some ice cream and give him a break from you, don’t be surprised when he starts to like me more than he does you, clown.
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❛ … what the hell is this ? ❜ not in the slightest is she amused by what’s unfolded before her: the slip of paper, his smugness, the layers of her tolerance — all of it seems to light a newfound fire in her eyes as his ‘ permit ’ is shred into tiny pieces. no mercy; the remains of the paper sit sadly in the palm of her hand on full display. ❛ your permit is null and void. go away or you’re next. ❜
— – ack !
no, no, no ! ! not the cardstock ! that was expensive ! he watches on in absolute horror as she rips his permit limb from limb, each tear a dagger to his heart. “ ma - chan, how could you be so cruel ? iwa - chan was right, you’re scary ! so scary, like some kind of angry, red - haired, flat chested ogre ! “
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .
[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
the four times aylen made oikawa’s heart flutter.
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i. it’s been a few years since he had last set eyes on her. admittedly, she had all but slipped his mind, only surfacing when he heard whispers about her from newspapers, tv commercials, or iwaizumi. a big - time olympic star ; that’s what she was now. he had to admit, he was jealous. when her body had become too feeble to play anymore, she returned home. their reunion was anything but special. he scarcely recognized her, after all, ignorant as ever until iwa - chan stepped in. ai - chan was gorgeous now, the old fellow crybaby he had grown up with seemingly long gone. she’s colder now, rejects his unabashedly frivolous advances with the snap of a whip. whapish ! oikawa feigns hurt, but deep down, he doesn’t care; that envy of his, venomous & striking, clutches his heart in an iron grip.
she frequents aobajohsai fairly regularly a whiles after their initial run - in, claiming to be nothing but an innocent wanderer. sometimes, she watches him practice. sometimes, she stays when the rest of his team has left, watching in the stands. she’s grown on him some, he supposes. almost like an annoying wart that just won’t go away. that night, oikawa simply ignores her, focusing on the ball. nothing mattered other than that ball. not even the sharp ! protests coming from his knee. he can scarcely understand how she could be so weak - so foolish as to let a simple injury stop her from pursuing her career in the olympics. he could never - no, would never - make that mistake.
and just like that, he overdoes it. he leaves several hours later, the sun having long since vanished over the horizon. to his surprise ( and disdain ) , aylen’s there. his worthless pride dictates that he straighten his back and walk with his head held high. but, there’s a limp in his gait and he stumbles ; she’s there in seconds, supporting him, and in his exhausted state, he wants to snap ! ! at her ( ‘ leave me alone ! ‘ ) but her eyes are soft and full of concern, so he bites his tongue. instead, a playful, flippant response is given instead, faux smile stretched wide across his visage. but, she doesn’t falter, instead helping loop his arm around her shoulders as she assists him to a nearby bench. the cold demeanour he’d seen many times before is absent, and suddenly he sees her not as the failed olympian he’d grown to resent, but as the young girl he had grown up with. he looks upon her with shock and surprise as she insists on staying by his side until the pain subsides, his name soft on her lips ( “ tōru . . . “ she’d sigh, before admonishing him for overexerting himself once again ).
she had seen the grand king, oikawa tōru, fall in action, and yet . . . ? perhaps it’s the exhaustion, or perhaps its the nostalgia, but that poisonous envy relinquishes his heart for the slightest of seconds, and he feels something akin to a flutter as she continues to fuss over him, tenderly holding a cold drink up to his swollen knee.
ii. ai - chan is beginning to hang around him more, and in all honesty, he doesn’t really mind it. she tells him of her own injury after that fateful night, and while he still can’t quite forgive her for passing up such a great opportunity ( she was younger than him, after all. what a waste. ) he reluctantly heeds her advice and takes it easy on the training for a while. but only for a while. for the preliminary matches for nationals were coming up and coming up fast, and he had to make sure to beat that annoying creep ushijima. he becomes a man obsessed, spending hour after hour after hour in the gymnasium, never once taking a break. iwaizumi warns him, but, in true oikawa fashion, he overdoes it. again.
except this time, ai - chan is in the stands to oversee his blunder. an angry hiss ! pushes past his lips despite his best efforts to conceal it, catching her attention. pretending to just be tying his shoes, he waves her off once more, broad smile masking the sharp pains he feels resonating from deep within his knee. but she sees through it. sees through his facade, and it occurs to him that she’s always been able to read him in a way that no one, not even iwa - chan, ever could. and it unnerves him, as, for once in his life, he couldn’t say he could do the same for her. in a way, she reminded him of ushijima : an annoyingly impenetrable wall that he couldn’t see past. he barely notices when she’s by his side, so lost in his own head, and she makes him lay down. she scolds him again, but rather than feeling the urge to snap ! at her like before, he simply laughs & smiles and does what she says. her touch forces him out of his thoughts, surprise taking a hold of his visage as she instructs him to lift his leg up. to his chagrin, she gently guides him through a series of stretches, and slowly but surely, the pain ebbs away, as does his annoyance.
“ ne, ne, ai - chan ! you’re a miracle worker ! i’m cured ! “ except that it’s only a momentary reprieve, and the roll of her eyes confirms it. but - he doesn’t expect her to smile when she does. his eyes go wide, and his breath catches in his throat. he hasn’t seen her smile like that since they were kids. it’s warm ; inviting. dare he say, cute. once more, she says his name, and his heart squirms in his chest.
what a weird feeling. he’d only felt it maybe a few times before.
iii. it’s the big day. while he doesn’t show it, nerves twisted and churned in his stomach. serve after serve, spike after spike, he watches as his teammates carry out their designated warm - ups while the other team nervously watches on from across the court. it was going to be an easy match. they were a relatively new team, and had never entered a tournament like this before. still, he has to remind himself to keep his head in the game as he spots a certain newly appointed manager walking the halls as karasuno made their debut at the sport complex. they make eye contact, and for some reason, his heart becomes tight. hand on his chest, he fists his jersey. and then grins at her.
they’d become a bit closer recently, with ai - chan sometimes watching he and the guys practice and sticking around to ensure that he’d been doing the stretches she had taught him prior. “ you’re conspiring with the enemy, you know. “ he said teasingly, but she simply shook her head, claiming it was simply ‘ what friends did ‘ . but, he can’t help feel warm & fuzzy inside when she taps cutie manager on the shoulder and excuses herself from the team to make her way over to him. they talk briefly about the upcoming match, and oikawa slips in his usual jabs about karasuno crashing & burning. to which he gets a smack on the arm before spotting that oh - so familiar tender look in her eyes once again.
“ eh ? ai - chan, if you look into my eyes like that any longer you might just fall in love ♡ with m - “ he teases, but is cut short by the sensation of fingers gently brushing through his hair. she sweeps his unruly locks out of his eyes, head canting to the side before fixing his uniform in an almost thoughtful fashion. he stares at her, dumbfounded, before she tells him that it’d be embarrassing if their team captain wasn’t keeping up with his ‘ pretty boy image ‘ .
and just like that, she’s gone. her soft ‘ good luck ‘ lingering in the now vanilla scented air. did she always smell like that? it was so nice . . .
“ oi, shittykawa ! ! ! get over here and practice before i kick your ass ! ! ! “
right, the match . . .
iv. tears trickle down his cheeks, leaky nose wrought with snot and despair. they were so close. so close he could almost taste it. but, no. that unbreakable wall that was ushijima - no, shiratorizawa had stopped them dead in their tracks one more time. he can scarcely look karasuno in the eye as he and the others trudge past them, heads heavy with defeat. that cozy vanilla scent fills his senses and he knows exactly who it is. but he can’t look at her, simply wipes his eyes and exits the gym along with the rest of his team. not good enough. never good enough. despite all his best efforts, he’d been shut down again. he would never reach nationals for his third and final year at aobajohsai.
he hears of karasuno’s victory later on that night, and something in him aches. hurts. his pride, perhaps? the green - eyed monster that lurks within whines and thrashes and demands that he try harder. and so he goes takes to the streets, rubber soles burning against the asphalt as he pushes himself harder, harder, harder. he’s not sure when, or why, or even how, but he finds himself at the old park he and iwa used to play at as kids. it’s getting dark, so there aren’t really any children around, only - and he stops there, fists clenched tight as chestnut meets azure. ah. there it was again. that feeling in his chest . . . and his eyes, now red and puffy from his earlier cries, are shut tightly as he forces yet another smile unto his face and shoots her a wave, preparing to go on his merry way. but, suddenly, she’s there, only inches from him, eyes just as tender and concerned as ever. was he that much of a handful? this was beginning to become a pattern for them. his facade lasts only a dozen of seconds before it comes crashing down, and before he can get any words out she shushes him with a simple ‘ i know. ‘
and suddenly he’s at his limit, eyes redder than ever and shimmering with tears as he sniffles loudly in front of her. they lost. they lost. they lost. he wasn’t good enough. a setter determined the pace of the game; set the morale. the tempo. he failed his team. and his heart aches. and then he’s in her arms, cradled softly with a care that he never knew she harboured for him, and he cries. but, strangely, he feels almost . . . at peace ? it’s a feeling he’s felt a few times before, but his heart feels almost as though it is dancing in his chest. her embrace is warm, welcoming, comforting, and god she smelt just as good as before too.
‘ breathe, tōru. just breathe. it’ll be okay. ‘
for all the resentment and envy and anger he felt towards her before, oikawa had to admit . . . it was almost nice, now, to be able to be comforted by her like this. by someone else who had tasted the same supreme and unbearable failure that it hurt so bad it made him teary - eyed just thinking about it.
now, with his face pressed against her neck, tears cascading down his face, he feels a strange sort of kinship with her that wasn’t there before. but . . . also something more. he can’t put his finger on it, but he knew this much : the tremble in his heart had to be from the immense sorrow and pain he was feeling. nothing else.
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