Secret Garden - Oikawa Tooru

Secret Garden - Oikawa Tooru

Now, Oikawa wasn’t the worst of the boys you could find. Sure, he had a reputation that he would ever so carefully hold up, the flirty pretty boy who also was the captain of his school’s volleyball club. He himself took a lot of pride in being the unbothered flirt that he was. He didn’t mean to lead people on by flirting, and everybody around him realized that. Going back to the part where he was unbothered, yeah, that part stood true for the most of it, but he too had his moments of weakness, like now.

The day was as normal as it could be, him in his seat beside his seatmate who never seemed to care enough about him to ever try to converse to him outside the introductions and occasional polite smiles for a greeting. He understood you weren’t the big on talking, but he wouldn’t mind having someone to joke around with during a boring class. Not that he hadn’t tested out his charms on you, but you were a part of the lesser population who were immune to his flirting. Or so he thought. Of course, he missed that slight twitch of the corner of your mouth fighting to form a smile, or the embarrassing heat that creeped up the side of your neck which threatened to grow red. Of course, you didn’t have to hide your very obvious flustered state, knowing better that he was used to all the flustered girls around him and where was the fun in that? Why would you, when he gave the most animatedly wide eyes on having “failed” to fluster you as he thought he would?

And that day was the same, a polite smile and then the same boring lectures as the teacher went on teaching something that couldn’t be anymore boring for you. While Oikawa was the volleyball jock in all its truest sense, he also was a nerd who actually paid attention in class and took notes. Having been bored out of your mind, your usual aloof self slipped up. It wasn’t the worst,you just drew a big stupidly ugly flower on the margin of the book that laid open on your desk and it just had to belong to the person sitting beside you. To remind you, it wasn’t the worst situation, it could have been worse had you drawn it with something more permanent like a pen, it was just a pencil. You could erase it before the owner of the book noticed, right? Wrong. While you turned your side, scrambling to search for an eraser which, who knows you even had, Oikawa looked up to his book to refer to it and was greeted by the flower staring right back at him.

Oikawa was a nerd. He owns the cleanest books, in the best condition he could have. He made sure his books were free from any kind of pencil scratches or ink smudges. Pulling his book closer to have a look at the drawing that sat on his book, he could be sworn the face drawn on the flower seemed to mock him. The flower was HUGE and smug?? Oikawa Tooru wasn’t an angry person by any sense, but he always thought something like this would be the reason he loses his cool. Having surprised himself by the equally huge blush on his face, he couldn’t seem to gather any words as he shyly glanced towards his seatmate who hadn’t noticed him as he hid his growing smile. Once again, surprising himself, he grabbed a pencil of his own. Taking one last glance at his busy seatmate, who still continued to rummage through her bag, he started drawing flowers of his own around the obnoxiously huge flower.

“Finally”, you thought, as you accepted the eraser from your friend’s hand as you turned towards where you last left the book, already noticed the boy grabbing his book. You prayed internally for him to not notice the little souvenir you had left with your pencil.You continued to steal glances of your seatmate while holding onto the eraser in your hand, waiting impatiently for the book to be placed away for you to erase the drawing. And to your relief, he did so. Judging by his calm demeanor, you sighed, convinced that the boy hadn’t noticed your mistake. Subtly shifting closer to the book, you noticed the little garden drawn around your flower, eyes growing wide. You glanced at the boy who sat beside you, ducking into the notebook he had been writing in. Choosing not to erase the little artwork. You continued to act oblivious about the whole situation you had found yourself in. The volleyball captain who was flocked by girls gifting him daily was blushing beside you because of a drawing?

You knew a secret about the notoriously famous volleyball captain, the shy dorky side of him he was unable to hold back at the drawing of a smug little (huge) flower. That same day when you had left him in the class to sit back and stare at the flower you had drawn labeled - Oikawa Tooru, for him to find. That same day, he looked up how to draw flowers. He wanted to draw them for you, in your book by the margin and of course he too would draw an arrow and write your name beside it. If anyone was to ask him how many he had practiced making the same flower, he would be quick to deny even looking it up on the internet. If he had to make a flower to write your name with, it had to be a pretty one, so of course it would be a few days until he finally gathers the confidence to even draw in your book.

Even though it wasn’t as good as he thought it would be, he was content with the blush that rested comfortably on your cheeks as you looked away from your book at the sight of the flower drawn in pink ink, with a blushing face drawn on the flower, mindful to not draw over the text while your name was written in delicate cursive.

Oikawa didn’t know what to expect after that, he drew for you back that day, but he didn’t expect it to become an ongoing thing where he would return home and find a neatly folded paper, torn from the book you carried everywhere with you. A new flower doodle every day, while he did the same, although he did always research a little more each time to impress you.

Sitting in his seat, he was waiting for you to come sit yourself beside him and allow him to ramble how ‘Iwa-chan is always so mean to him” and how many times he got smacked in the head by him in the last practice session. You were still rather quiet and preferred to listen than talk, but Oikawa always got you to whine about how much you hated studying and how unfair it was that your dog preferred your parents over you.

Sitting yourself, you immediately turned towards the eager boy, turned towards you to greet you loudly while throwing his arms around “his favorite seatmate’. Again bored, you turned towards the boy you had grown to like over the months of talking. It wasn’t hard to take a liking to the boy you already had a crush on even before becoming friends.You gently pressed onto the pink, palm-sized envelope sealed carefully with a wax seal. Passing it to the boy it was meant for, you were greeted with the same blush from the first drawing, brows raised up into a question asking what was this supposed to be. Poking out your chin, you signaled the boy to open it. On opening the envelope Oikawa was greeted with a bunch of pressed flowers held between a folded paper, taking out the paper he was met with the same smug flower from the first time but this time followed with a “i like you, stupid flower boy”.

Oikawa had a secret, he liked his seatmate who first refused to give him any more attention than a polite greeting, the seatmate who drew him a pretty flower, the seatmate who he would whine to while clinging close to the quiet girl who made him blush on the slightest smile.

Picking up the same pink pen he had used to draw you the flower along with your name, he gripped the hand laid on the desk, drawing the best he could, he drew you a big pink heart on the back of your hand then turning your hand to face the palm of your hand, he wrote - “you are the stupid one between us, but i like you too”. Pressing a kiss to the heart he drew, he shyly turned back to his books, smile never leaving his face as he continued to steal glances at throughout the class, unable to focus on anything but the thought of now being able to drag all his games and greeting his seatmate with kisses in the morning.

But imagine this.

Bf ! Kuroo who likes holding his s/o in the hallway before their exams to calm their anxiety. Body completely turned towards his s/o, with them in drowning in his huge stature. His s/o hands tightly tucked into their pockets to hide their clenched fists.

Kuroo would gently bring their head closer to rest on his shoulder. Placing his hands on their waist, from between their arms. His head, near his s/o ear. Whispering hushed encouragement and words of comfort.

With the promise, to find them after his exam, Kuroo would wave them bye until seated, Kuroo would walk away. Though it isn't before he pulling out their fists. Rolling them open to press kisses on the center of each palm. Seeing their smile, he assures himself that they would be fine.

"There, that's my very sexy brain, that I'm putting in these kisses. Don't underestimate the power to these kisses and your big stupid pretty and smart brain, "

"I- love you,"

"I love you more,"

"More kisses? You know only for science purposes,"

"Of course, you know me, I am a man of science. Anything for science, "

the best smile 💕

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Spoiler??

“Hello?” Kuroo whispered into his phone,

“KUROO?”

“Hi. heh! I really have an emergency right now”

Your mind was racing, unable to wrap around the fact that your roommate who you have barely conversed with had even called you. At the sound of an emergency, you were already scrambling on your feet to gather your stuff halfway through your training.

“Did you burn the house down?”

“What? No. I just…”

All you heard was radio silence on his side. Pulling away the phone from your ear, you checked if you or him accidentally hung up.

“Kuroo?”

“Yeah. You see, I am naked right now.”

“YOU ARE NAKED AND HAVE AN EMERGENCY, IF THIS IS SOME SEXUAL INNUENDO THEN YOU BETTER PACK UP YOUR BAGS, RIGHT NOW!”

Hi stranger - Whatever this is! Kuroo

Countless - Free Real Estate! Kuroo

Part 1: Free Real Estate

So what are we? That was now your new dilemma.

A years’ worth of feeling was poured into that three second kiss. It was fleeting, but at the moment, it was much longer. The blurred lines of the night city peeking from the window you sat by. The weight of Kuroo’s head on your shoulder and the timely brushing of his hair across your neck still stained your memory. Sleeping was a task that night. How could you when all you could think of was Kuroo.

“Should I leave him a message? Maybe congratulate him?”

No. He must be asleep. He had a long day.

Kuroo was wide awake, laying on the floor beside his bed. Flowers? Chocolate? What could he do to show that he meant for the kiss to happen? Kenma, too, stayed up that night because of Kuroo’s insistent texts.

Kuroo wasn’t good at lots of things, including finding the right words to tell you how he felt, but one thing was for sure, he would chase you down the school halls every time he saw you standing on the other side. So he did.

“Thou shall not walk away with my heart”

“Rou?”

“Nothing. Kiss?”

You were flustered. Eyes open wide, searching his eyes for the teasing tone his words lacked.

“Do I have to intiate it or you’re going to be the man in this relationship and kiss me first?” Kuroo himself didn’t know where this was coming from, but he didn’t fight it. This was familiar. Just like the hundred other times, he had his arm around your neck. The hundred times you smiled at him for every successful block he made through the games. The hundred other times you came running to him after a match bouncing on your heel. It was natural. Same way he loved you. Learning small things about you failed to notice about yourself. Same way the kiss felt, simple.

It didn’t have you to be big and special, for you to like it. This was you, this was your friendship. It wasn’t pressuring. You didn’t need words to know that he felt the same. His hands fiddling behind his back, give it away.

“Yeah. I should really man up, huh?” You said, lips quirked up, catching on. Kuroo’s eyes visibly sparkled. Tugging the captain down by his collar, you nudged his nose with yours, holding eye contact. Kuroo was waiting for this, brain slightly more awake than yesterday’s. Eyes quickly falling to your lips as he smiled in anticipation. Noses brushing in an eskimo kiss before you finally met his lips halfway. The kiss was everything, and so much more than what Kuroo wanted to say. He tasted the same lip balm he remembers stealing for his chapped lips. You could taste the same lip balm that you used, on him. He would say he used only because you did too. A single hand coming up to your head, tucking behind the stray hair that fell onto your face.Other hand placed on the small of your back.

“I was certain you were too good to kiss in the moonlight.” Kuroo said smugly.

“So, I am the man in this relationship ?”

“If we’re in a relationship, then yes, you could be the man and I’ll be your lady”

“Milady, shall we seal the deal with a kiss?” you said, poking fun at the blushing boy who said before you.

“Seal the deal and we can head to our class,” Kuroo said, fondly fixing your hair for you.

Note: Hi guys, how are doing?🧸 I am kind of ✨stressed✨ Exams are coming up in a month and I am not ready. Hopefully, I find it in me to study. The post is a little small but I'll make it up with some text message of the same couple. So, keep an eye out for that. Bai, take care ⊂(￣(ｴ)￣)⊃