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synopsis: just lovesick boys 🤭

ft. atsumu tanaka noya suna oikawa sugawara kuroo kenma bokuto hinata

CALLING THEM "DUDE"

gn!reader | oikawa, akaashi, suna, atsumu, aone

OIKAWA, predictably, lets his jaw drop and acts as if you’ve broken up with him. he teeters between draping his entire body over yours and whining, or crossing his arms and huffing while turning away. calling you dude feels foreign on his tongue, an insult to you, in tooru’s mind. but he’s nothing if not a little petty, and will call you it until you apologize.

“thanks, dude.”

tooru freezes, plate of cut up fruit in his right hand that mere moments ago, he pictured he’d be feeding you. but now—“dude?”

off the court, he’s nothing but predictable. you bait him with a smile. “yeah?”

“no! what- you called me dude! me?!” tooru holds his free hand to his chest.

“tooru—”

“oh, now i’m tooru? sorry, only the love of my life can call me that and be fed fruit from my personalized platter, bro i don’t know.”

AKAASHI cares a little—it feels kind of awkward and he finds himself overthinking the term. but once he’s comfortable, he can tell if it’s just something you say or if you’re messing with him, in which case he’ll have a knowing smile as he refers to you as his friend. but if he’s tired, he’ll drag out the bit just long enough to make you regret it.

“you okay, dude?” you ask as he finally comes out from the washroom, ready for bed.

keiji doesn’t respond, the pout on his face and his slow steps speaking for themselves. he climbs into bed, curling into your side and draping an arm over you.

his breath is warm against your collarbone. “no, dude. i think we need to stop capitalism. can i have a hug now?”

wrapping yourself around him, you place a kiss on his head, hair more ruffled than usual. “i’ll collapse capitalism for you.”

“you’re the best, dude. love you, dude.”

“keiji, please.”

SUNA doesn't really care. the times rintarou 'takes offense' are for a bit, and he sounds amused the entire time. if you don't care either, he'll call you “dude” himself and means nothing negative about it. this isn't to say he won't call you "baby" or "babe" or even "hon," but he—in his words—considers a large nickname vocabulary to be diverse and for the better.

"what the fuck are you talking about, dude?" you laugh.

rintarou rolls onto his back to look at you as you rest against the bed's headboard.

he squints at you and frowns—the look of disbelief on his face isn't at the term, but your reaction. "you're supposed to get me like no one else as the love of my life."

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe you should try making more sense?"

"i'm gonna 'dude-zone' you until you take that back."

"rin—"

"what, dude?"

ATSUMU instinctively responds as if you were osamu, not used to hearing the word in your voice. as soon as it clicks, he's as offended as you'd expect him to be. it becomes nonsensical bickering as soon as you act offended, until you're both laughing and ‘apologizing’ to each other.

“dude, where is my towel?”

“huh? i dunno, why would i touch your nasty ass towel?” he asks, eyes honed in on the game on his monitor.

you blink, and a moment passes before atsumu pauses and whips around. “wait, ‘dude’?”

his expression mirrors yours as laughter builds in your stomach. “what the hell did you just say to me?”

“y’just called me dude!”

“my nasty ass towel?”

atsumu’s own words finally hit him and he stutters, “babe- wait- i thought you were ’samu—”

“samu?!”

“wait—”

AONE’s gotten so used to you calling his first name, or using terms of endearment that he thinks he’s done something wrong. his anxiety doesn’t last long, not when you take a look at his hesitant expression and posture while he works up the courage to ask about it. he wishes it didn’t bother him so much, but he admits that he’d like having a special name, or just his first instead.

“hey, dude, can you pass me my charger?”

“...huh?”

“my charger? it’s next to the couch by your feet,” you explain.

takanobu’s brows furrow as he quietly picks it up and hands it to you. he wonders if he’s imagining things when you shoot him your regular smile and thank him.

a few minutes go by, and it’s nowhere near unusual for the both of you to sit quietly together, but he hasn’t sat comfortably since you asked for your charger. moving closer, you apologize and hold onto his arm. “’m kidding, ’nobu, just wanted to see your reaction.”

his body relaxes as the both of you lean into each other, and he smiles, albeit a little embarrassed. “that’s good to know.”

“...i like your nicknames for me more.”

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“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, ushijima x reader + oikawa x reader are established relationships, fem!reader

characters: kageyama, oikawa, ushijima

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Tobio Kageyama

'his pettiness would slip out unintentionally'

You and Kageyama often helped each other with studying, so it wasn’t surprising to find the two of you in a coffee shop with notebooks laid out on the wooden table. Kageyama was focused on his work, his brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes in his notebook. You had given him your neat and organized notes to copy down since the ones he took were the complete opposite.

He was having a good time until this guy, claiming to know you, approached the table. While Kageyama isn't the most socially astute, he couldn't miss the way this guy’s hand occasionally grazed yours or the overly familiar tone in his voice. Every laugh and lingering touch made Kageyama's jaw tighter, his pen digging harder into the paper.

You clearly looked uncomfortable with his pursuits, attempting to let the guy down nicely with an awkward laugh here and there.

“So, I was thinking we should hang out sometime—” The man’s flirtatious invitation was abruptly cut off by a loud, deliberate slurping noise coming from across the table.

You turned to see Kageyama, still focused on his work, but now obnoxiously trying to suck up the last remnants of his coffee from the glass cup. The sound was grating, loud enough to draw annoyed glances from nearby customers.

Each time the guy tried to speak again, the slurping noise grew louder and more exaggerated, making the man visibly frustrated.

“Do you have a problem, man?” he angrily spat, now glaring at the nonchalant guy across from you.

Kageyama took his time to calmly put down his empty glass, his fingers lingering on the rim momentarily before he shifted his gaze to the intruder. His eyes, usually so focused and intense, now burned with an unmistakable, cold irritation.

“I don’t know, do you?” Kageyama’s voice was flat and unyielding, his stare piercing through the man.

You could feel the tension in the air, the intensity of his harsh and cold eyes making the man shift uncomfortably.

“Because she hasn’t said yes to a single thing you’ve said since you got here,” Kageyama continued, his tone blunt and unforgiving. “So I suggest you leave.”

The man hesitated, clearly taken aback by Kageyama’s directness and the unspoken threat in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and walked away, mumbling something under his breath.

Once the guy was out of earshot, you turned back to Kageyama, who was already picking up his pen and resuming his work as if nothing had happened. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you said softly, a hint of gratitude in your voice.

Kageyama glanced up, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you. “I didn’t like how he was talking to you. It made me uncomfortable.”

You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. “Thanks, Tobio. I seriously mean it.”

A faint blush tinted his cheeks as he nodded in response, trying to focus back on his notes.

But, he simply couldn't as his attention kept drifting back to you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Tooru Oikawa

'he'd try to one-up the person with blatant rudeness'

Oikawa loves spending time with you. When a festival was happening in your hometown, it was a given that he’d go with you. The vibrant atmosphere, the colorful stalls, and the joyful crowd made it a perfect date. He left you alone for a split second to buy some takoyaki.

When he returned, he saw you stopped in the middle of the crowd, awkwardly laughing with some other guy. His smile faltered slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes. He playfully nudged your shoulder, interjecting himself into the conversation and cutting off whatever unfunny joke the guy was telling you.

“Hey, sorry for the wait,” Oikawa said, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His smile was charming as always, but his eyes held a sharp glint as he did a quick look up and down at the guy.

“Wow! Y/N, I didn’t know you snagged a boyfriend while you were away!” the guy laughed with a strain.

Oikawa didn’t miss the way this guy’s gaze shifted slightly, revealing a brief flicker of distaste towards him. His own smile turned to a sneer at the sight of it.

‘Huh, this little prick,’ Oikawa thought, recognizing him as the classmate who had a crush on you in high school. That memory only fueled his irritation, making him want to pull you away from this conversation even more.

As each second passed, the more Oikawa showed how much he didn't like this guy. “Wow, it sounds like you had a great time in high school. But I’m sure nothing beats the fun we have now, right, love?” He directed an innocent smile at you, but you could feel the air thickening with intensity.

Turning back to the guy, Oikawa continued, “It’s so cute how you still remember those high school days. I guess some people never move on from their glory years.”

Your eyes widen at the jab and side-eye your smiley, 'I didn't do anything wrong' boyfriend next to you. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or pinch him for making this even more awkward than it is.

You curtly said goodbye to your classmate, not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without waiting for a response, you grabbed Oikawa’s hand and dragged him away.

Oikawa's disdain towards your friend was clear, his expression contorted with thinly veiled annoyance. He stuck out his tongue in a childish display of disapproval, causing the classmate to stand there, taken aback, and scoff in response.

As you both silently walked beside each other, Oikawa’s demeanor softened, realizing he might've overdone it a tad with this one. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, his voice gentle and sincere. He squeezed your hand, looking at you with an apologetic look.

“No, I'm sorry,” you sighed, glancing up at him. “I should've told him I had to go right when he approached me and look for you. Instead, we were put into an awkward situation."

Oikawa frowned slightly. "You don’t have to apologize. I just—I didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

You stopped and turned to face him, placing your hands on your hips. "Tooru, you need to stop being so childish. Sticking your tongue out? Really?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "You saw that?"

You raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and exasperation on your face. "Of course I saw that. You think I wouldn't notice?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Okay, okay, I admit that might've been a bit much."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "A bit much? Try a lot. You can’t keep doing that."

His pout returned. "But he was—"

"No buts," you interrupted, playfully poking his chest. "I can handle myself, alright? And you definitely don't have to worry about any other guy. You're the only one I want."

His eyes sparkled at your reassurance, his smile widening. "You know, there's no one else I'd rather have but you~" he playfully coos back, earning a soft slap to the chest from you.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Wakatoshi Ushijima

'he barely gets jealous, but when he does, his reserved demeanor slips with subtle signals'

You frequently showed up to Ushijima’s practices to support him, admiring his dedication and skill. Today was no different, but what you didn’t know was that there was a new player on the team. He was quite charming and flirtatious, so when he saw you, he couldn’t help but make a move.

“Hey sweetheart, are you lost?” the new player approached you, his hair matted with sweat and a cocky grin on his face.

“Oh no. I’m Y/N, Ushijima’s—” you started to explain, but he cut you off.

“Fan?” he guessed, leaning closer.

“Um, no—” you tried again.

“Sister?” he interrupted, his eyes scanning you with obvious interest.

Before you could speak again, a deep, familiar voice cut through the conversation, “She’s my girlfriend.”

Ushijima’s imposing presence seemed to cast a shadow over the new player as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch light yet protective. You felt a slightly sweaty chest lightly press against your back, sending a shiver up your spine. His olive eyes, usually calm and composed, held a steely intensity as he assessed the situation.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Ushijima asked, his voice steady but carrying an underlying edge.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and warmth at his presence. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

The new player, clearly taken aback, tried to recover his composure. “I didn’t know, man. Just thought she was lost or something.”

Ushijima’s gaze didn’t waver, and his grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “She’s here to support me, as always. I’d appreciate it if you respected that.”

The new player nodded, mumbling a quick apology before retreating to the court. As he walked away, you could feel the tension slowly dissipate from Ushijima’s body, but his eyes remained on the player for a moment longer, his gaze eyeing him like a hawk. Ushijima never shows his emotions normally, but seeing you flustered and a bit uncomfortable by someone else had his jaw set tighter than usual.

Turning back to you, Ushijima’s expression turned non-rigid once more. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” The lines of tension in his face smoothed once he met your gaze.

You smiled up at him, the warmth of your hand over his on your shoulder conveying a silent understanding. You plant a light peck on his hand, a gentle affirmation of your gratitude. “It’s okay, Toshi," you whispered softly, your voice carrying a soothing tone. "You should go back to practice."

He nodded, his lips curling into a rare, small smile. “Just let me know if anyone bothers you.”

You leaned into him, feeling the solid reassurance of his presence. “I will. Thank you.”

As the practice continued, he kept a close eye on the new player, making sure there were no further incidents.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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Oikawa! Demon ( or vampire... ? )

DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,

Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.

You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.

Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.

"Tets, why is it so quiet?"

"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.

"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"

He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.

"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.

"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"

He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.

"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"

"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"

"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.

"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"

"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"

"That's a fire hazard!!"

"TETSUROŪ!"

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,

waking up.

In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?

A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.

Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.

You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.

The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.

He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.

As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.

You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.

You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,

when it's time to leave.

"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.

"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.

His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.

His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.

As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."

"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."

Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.

"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.

You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."

"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.

"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."

"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."

"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"

"I can take care of you with just myself."

You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."

As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.

Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.

It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,

who spoils the kids more?

Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.

Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."

When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."

The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."

"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."

His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.

The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.

"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.

"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."

He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.

are you the newspaper? (because i’ve got an issue with you)

synopsis: You’re a reporter for the 2021 Olympics, but you’re pretty sure that Oikawa Tooru’s chest is warmer than the morning press. Because fact from fiction, contract to signature, bill to check, and scribbles to speech—it’s all a reminder that you shouldn’t be falling for Oikawa when he’s the reason you can’t have Barbie movie marathons with that teen mom down your apartment street anymore. 

A/N: Fake dating x celeb AU? hurt/comfort. 

tw: i curse like once and reference god so beware! word count about 8k? part 1

You don’t hate him; you think he’s trouble. You don’t hate him; you think he’s like a crossword puzzle (with too many empty boxes and hidden clues when you’d rather search the words that circle the right boxes).

You don’t hate him, but you certainly don’t like the way Oikawa Tooru speaks his last words like headline news, like he’s not a footnote in the story when everyone’s begging to see him fall to the subtitles. 

“I honestly think you hate him,” mutters Kuroo, your promotional press division manager who hears too many of your rushed deadlines. He’s been the front page of your memories in Japan, the first person you call when your life needs more papers to print. He is the second-side to your sheets of thoughts, and you’re beginning to have more bleed-throughs.

“You can’t… hate someone you barely know,” you bite with your lips that catch doubt.

He hums and silently nods approval, shifting to the files in your cabinet. Kuroo’s too cocky to be your secretary, but he’s more assistance to your life than you’d like to admit.

You can hear the way his eyes widen with a hidden sense of mirth that’s too loud in office cubicles. “Applications in your junk pile… Don’t tell me you plan on leaving us this early.”

“Because of you?” You offer with more delight in your voice than you’d like to admit. “I think I’d rather leave without retirement funds than spend a decade here.”

Kuroo sighs, “Funny, very funny.”

“So funny that I might ask the editor to push yours to the back page.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t,” he chortles, but you can feel the lingering of a thought trailing his mind. Kuroo is a weird specimen; he’s too much like you, too much like the way you choose to write in pen and long for permanence. “But my offer wasn’t that bad.”

“We need someone typical…” He trails off with a wave of his hand. “…And you happened to fit the part!”

“I thought you said we were the protagonist of the world,” you reply, playing with the sugar and spoon mixing your espresso of hot-messes that morning.

Kuroo rolls his eyes. “And sometimes you don’t read all the chapters to a book you skim for that test the next morning.”

“Are you saying I’m a filler chapter?”

“I’m saying you could be someone else’s filler chapter,” Kuroo responds, playing with the ends of his gray-vest. You might be slipping into a coma of regret and sorrow now at where your job has left you, and Kuroo isn’t helping.

“Oikawa’s publicity team is begging for a fake-date for a few months,” he answers. “It’s something to make him seem more human, and it’s to calm down his ‘big-boy brat’ attitude for a while.”

You nod, taking in what Kuroo is saying and the absurdity of the situation. You wished your coffee offered you free third-degree burns instead of a blind date towards hell.

“We run the Olympics, and they wanted more viewership after the rise of pandemics and decrease in sales,” Kuroo explains, moving away from the small sticky-notes that piece your one-night stand-alone ideas.

You raise an eyebrow. “What did they offer?”

“A promotion on both your and my end, and 10% of Oikawa’s income sales,” he reasons and insists as you spot the gel in his hair losing its shine. “Plus, he’s not that bad. I’m practically best-friends with the guy since high school!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It all started when I asked him for a tampon once.”

Keep reading

Keep the enemy closer

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Karasuno's Manager!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers of the ends of the first season, one or two cursing, Sugawara 😈, Kageyama as your best friend, there's this one part where Oikawa's head is on your shoulder and you're like combing your hand through his hair and I'm-

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers au, surprisingly, no angst

Synopsis: You're the manager of Karasuno, the little sister of the team. A game between you and Aoba Jousai has changed more than you thought it would, and you certainly didn't expect to catch the eye of the captain of the enemy team.

Oikawa Tooru was an impressive man. You had noticed that the second you saw him.

It wasn't only his looks -but everyone who had seen him had to admit, his looks were a big part of his charm-, or how amazing of a player he was, how he could read people and situations and instantly think of a solution, his wit, even more than that. 

The first time you saw him was at the nationals, right when he was up in the air, his hand touching the ball. It was like everything was in slow motion. You could see how calm his face was, but also how his brown eyes burned with the hunger of victory. 

Only when his hand slapped the ball did the slow-motion end, the ball flying over the net, a loud slapping sound thundering in the room. As the ball had touched the floor, you knew no one would have been able to receive that service. Everyone else seemed to think so, the room speechless and silent for the first time since the game had started, all eyes on the handsome boy, and rightfully so.

It took the audience a few seconds to manage and process the service, ear-splitting cheering and clapping sound filling the room, making everyone wince, but him. Oikawa received the claps like he was born to be on stage, to stand there and accept the bewildered gazes.

You found yourself wanting to clap too. Your hands stood in front of you, waiting for the command to come, but before you let yourself cheer to him, you quickly put your hands down, sticking them to your sides. 

A moment of weakness, you concluded. Nothing more, just appreciating a good game.

You gulped, unable to tear your eyes from the brunette. Oikawa had that confident, so laid back smile that screamed to the world that he knew he would win, but you knew if you looked closely, you could see in his eyes how on edge he was, observing every little thing that was in the game, not even want but a need to win burning him from inside out. That was the Oikawa charm, you concluded. 

It was such an exciting feeling to witness emotions this extra, and it made you want to be a part of it.

"You look like somethings stirring in your mind." Sugawara came a bit close to you, making you jump out of your thoughts as you could feel his soft gaze observing you. You glanced just one last time to the boy on the court, and you could swear your eyes found his for a second.

"Oh," you muttered, now looking at Sugawara's eyes, even though they looked soft and naive, Sugawara was anything but that. "It's nothing." You smiled. "I guess you could say I'm a bit stressed."

***

And then, the ball touched the floor.

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you felt like you couldn't even breathe. The ball going back and forth, not touching the floor, you were grabbing the bench do hard, your knuckles had turned white. Though you weren't the only one, even coach Ukai had lost his calm.

It was only until Aoba Jousai started to cheer, hug each other, did you actually comprehend that you had- lost. Hinata was still on the floor, and you could see the tears dwelling in the corner of his eyes. Kageyama wasn't better than him either, hands shaking, not wanting to accept it.

Daichi was the first to pull himself out of the daze surrounding his teammates, the audience, you. Extending his hand to Asahi, he pulled his friend on his feet, giving him a confident smile. The boys on the other side of the net were cheering, jumping like they weren't the ones that had one of the longest games of their lives. They were exhausted, even you were tired just watching the game, but they weren't probably even aware of their body's situation.

Your eyes found the boy who stood in the middle of the court, so proudly, he almost looked perfect. Born for this moment, you thought once again.

You gulped, looking away from him, feeling uneasy just by looking at him. You walked to your side of the court to your friends who were still on the floor. "Hey guys," you tried to stop your voice from trembling. "That game was amazing. You really pushed yourselves out there."

"But it wasn't enough," Kageyama growled, sending goosebumps down your body. He looked so focused on the fact that he had, in fact, lost, like he wasn't himself. You had no answer to that, so you stuck your hand to him instead. "Let's make it enough." You told him as he held your hand and stood on his legs. "Together."

You weren't aware of Oikawa on the other half of the court, who had heard your words, and he could feel the anger boiling inside of him. He had won, Oikawa had beaten the 'genius' Kouhei of his, so why were you standing proud next to the boy, telling him he could win next time? That it was enough, that it was okay to lose?

He huffed, turning his back to you both and enjoying his victory with his team. It was like a burden lifted from his shoulders, now that he had beaten Kageyama, he had seen him on the floor of the court, trying to pull himself back together. Then, why did you reaching a hand out to him came to his mind each time Oikawa tried to feel good about finally winning?

***

"What's going on?" You asked Sugawara, looking at the big crowd outside the building as you exited the sports arena. You noticed it was all girls, giggles, and an occasional scream echoed, too.

"Oh that's," he said matter-of-factly, "Oikawa and his fans."

"His fans?" You repeated, brows shooting upwards in disbelief.

"His fans." Sugawara grinned. "You were amazing, Oikawa-senpai!" A girl fawned over him, and another had a box in her hands, decorated with cute little stickers. "I- I made cookies, Oikawa-senpai." She stuttered, her face red.

"Aw, are those for me?" You saw Oikawa quirk a brow up in a prideful manner, thanking the girl as he took a bite out of the cookie. "These are amazing, Sakura-chan!" He told her with a charming smile, leaving the girl a stuttering mess. Now, every girl that had brought him something went feral, trying to get him to eat what they had made him, too.

Even though you thought it was a bit excessive, you shrugged and went your way since it didn't concern you, but you had to turn back when you heard a familiar voice shouting instead of the girls'.

"Oh, shit," Sugawara muttered, running towards Oikawa, and what seemed to be Kageyama. Kageyama looked furious, in contrast to Oikawa's calm face decorated with a scorning smile.

"You son of a-" Kageyama held Oikawa by his collar. "That's an interesting way of showing respect to your senpai." Oikawa giggled. "Now, now." Sugawara got in between them just in time. "Let's not fight, it was a fair game, and we don't want to cause a scene." Despite the soft tone of his voice, he looked at Kageyama's blue eyes like he was trying to tell him to calm the fuck down. "I don't care about making a scene," Kageyama growled, his eyes never leaving Oikawa's.

"Oh, I always knew you were a cruel, stupid king." Oikawa grinned. "Though, I never thought you were an ignorant one, too."

Oikawa's observing abilities were deemed helpful in this situation too, he looked and found what could hurt his opponent the most. And he did. Kageyama was left speechless, though it didn't last long. He was about to act on it, and you were sure what was on the tip of his tongue wasn't very polite until you joined the fight.

"Hey, Kageyama, calm down." You put your hand on his chest and pushed him back a little until he let go of Oikawa's collar. "Yeah, Kageyama, you shouldn't be hurting my pretty face-"

"And you," you turned to him with threatening eyes, face cold, and you could see the surprise on your face. "I thought you were older than us, but as I see it, you're the most childish one around here. You're right, you won, and congrats. But rubbing that in the face of your opponent makes you the cruel one around here."

Oikawa's warm brown eyes were now a cold, muddy color, narrowed as they wandered over your face. Though it didn't last long until his emotionless face melted into a cynical grin. "Well, if it wasn't for this pretty little manager here, I wouldn't have accepted this behavior at all. But I'm going to be generous and forgive you." His eyes now back on Kageyama, expecting him to blow upon his words, but before he could do so, Sugawara talked again. "Thank you, Oikawa-san. That's very mature of you."

Interesting, Oikawa thought.

But Oikawa didn't care about what Sugawara thought of him, he cared about your thoughts, instead. But instead of fangirling as he thought you would, your cold expression didn't change, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. You huffed and turned your back to him, lulling Kageyama with you without turning back to glance at him one more time.

***

You bit your lip anxiously ass you scrolled through Instagram, feeling like you were doing something unacceptable.

Well, maybe you were doing something unacceptable.

Your eyes wandered over Oikawa's stupidly perfect face, body, and figure. Damn, why did he have to look like the most amazing guy ever -that is, until he opened his mouth- and be photogenic?

Annoyed with your thoughts, you put your phone down, determined to get him out of your mind.

***

"What was that girl's name again?" Oikawa muttered as he closed the door of his cabinet.

"Which girl?" Iwaizumi asked, weirded out by his friend's question. He had never in his life seen Oikawa ask after a girl's name.

"Oh," Oikawa shrugged. "That manager? Karasuno's?"

"Wait," Iwaizumi closed the door of his cabinet too. "You're telling me you have a crush on Karasuno's manager?" That question was so unexpected, Oikawa gaped at his friend. "Crush? I don't have a crush on Karasuno's manager." He told him with a huff.

"Yeah, right." Iwaizumi snickered though he didn't press him about it further.

***

"That was amazing, Kageyama!" You cheered as he sent the ball flying. Although Kageyama didn't answer, you saw the prideful grin on his face.

Everyone was working harder than they ever had, determined to win the match against Aoba Jousai. There was an upcoming training camp with some of the strongest schools, and since and Aoba Jousai was one of them, there was going to be at least a dozen games against them, and Karasuno was determined to show them how stronger they got. 

"A five-minute break." Coach Ukai called out, the team sighing in relief, Tanaka letting go and resting on the floor.

"Here ya go, Tsukishima." You told him as you get him his bottle, laughing at how long the distance was between your faces. "Thanks," he answered, nodding to make his gratitude sufficient. "You're working hard as well, I see."

"I can't just sit and watch as the team gets stronger with every hit. I need to work to keep up." He sounded mad, but you knew it was only the bitter truth. "I can only wish for you to smack one of your hardest spikes right next to that Oikawa guy so we can all take a deep breath in."

"My fakes are my secret weapon, you know that, can't really smack him in the face." He answered. "You should be asking Hinata instead."

"Hmm," you muttered thoughtfully, "maybe you're right. But I still want you to do that as well." He smiled, a faint smile that wasn't one of his cynical ones, and you grinned.

"Nishinoya senpai, you didn't drink water!" You called out as you ran towards the libero, his eyes sparkling when he heard the word 'senpai' coming out of your mouth. "You're like our guardian angel, you know that?" He told you, smirking after he took four long gulps of his water that you had brought him.

"And we're your guardians." Tanaka joined from the floor. Ah, right. The guardianship. They were so determined to guard you that all the boys in the school were now afraid to get even remotely close to you, hesitant that these two would intervene.

If anything happened that you needed them, every single person in the team would be more than happy to help you, you knew you could trust them, but these two could sometimes overdo it. "I know Tanaka-san, thank you for that."

"Nobody messes with our manager." He answered, unusually serious.

***

The training camp was here, which meant Karasuno facing Aoba Josai at last. 

Which also meant you were going to sleep, eat, and stay under the same roof as Oikawa Tooru. 

That thought gave you chills, felt like some forbidden thought that shouldn't even cross your mind, but it did. Frequently, at that. But it wasn't necessarily your fault, was it? He was just too handsome for his good. And so annoying that you just couldn't seem to take him off your mind. 

Yes, that had to be the reason why you couldn't stop thinking about him, and your insides turned upside down when you saw him because he was too annoying. 

You sighed, feeling pathetic since you were literally lying to yourself, and didn't notice Kageyama walking right next to you. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his eyes on you, grinning in response but not getting a smile back.

"Hey, don't look so moody!" You told Kageyama as you poked his cheek, earning a glare from the boy. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that! Have a little fun." You poked his cheek again, causing him to catch your wrist and pull it upwards, making you lose your balance and stumble towards him. "Yeah," he muttered as his eyes narrowed and his face didn't lose its emotionless state, "this is fun."

You rolled your eyes but laughed, trying to free your wrist from his hold, both not aware of the cynical brown eyes wandering over you. "Oh, if it isn't the little manager and the cruel king." A voice called out, causing you to jump in surprise, though Kageyama didn't even flinch. "Just the people I wanted to see." Oikawa smiled sarcastically as his eyes gazed on you two, on the hand that still stood on Kageyama's chest to gain balance, on your hand that was holding your wrist and pulling you towards him. Eyes narrowing, his lips turned upwards down, though his face didn't lose its cynical expression.

"Oh, I couldn't be happier." You muttered, causing Kageyama to snicker. "Yours is a sharp tongue, isn't it?" He told you, a dry laugh.

You were going to answer, if not for the two boys that employed themselves as your guardians wouldn't have jumped in front of you. "You!" Nishinoya screamed, "get away from our manager." 

You saw Oikawa rolling his eyes but couldn't say anything back since Tanaka was asking you if you were okay as they led you to the gym like bodyguards guarding a celebrity against paparazzi.

***

"What the fuck are you doing?" Iwaizumi came after him as Oikawa entered the gym.

"What?!" Oikawa said roughly, though, realizing how out of character he was, he smiled instantly. "Iwa-chan! Didn't know you were here."

Oikawa sighed when Iwaizumi stood quiet, staring at the cocky boy until he dropped the act. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." He answered. "That girl, the manager. I know you're flirting with her."

"I'm not!" Oikawa protested.

"You are. What are you trying to do? Get one more conquest on your list? If you're just trying to get her to fall for you to get revenge from Kageyama or Karasuno, or both, that would be shitty, Oikawa. You're shitty, but even you're not that shitty."

"It's not- it's not trying to get back at them or something." He quietly admitted.

"Then what is it?"

Yeah, what was it? Why did he get angry every time he saw you with that stupid Kageyama? Oikawa was better than Kageyama in every possible way. He was better looking, proved himself to be a better setter in the last game, funnier, confident, good with girls, flirty- he was just much better than that stupid king.

Then why did you stay by his side, and not Oikawa, the better one's side?

Why did you tense up every time you saw him? Felt like you had to attack him? Anytime he said something about your team, why did you defend them? Why didn't you realize he was better than Kageyama?

"I don't know." 

"You don't know?" Now, that was new. Iwaizumi didn't think he would live long enough to see Oikawa say those words to him.

"I don't," Oikawa smirked. "And that's what makes it interesting."

***

You were watching the training match between Nekoma and Aoba Jousai, a little sad that your team didn't get the chance to play with them today, too. Still, a spike from Kuroo himself had you cheering at the top of your lungs, gaining a cheeky grin from him. 

You saw Oikawa's eyes dart your way as you cheered, a small scowl appearing on his face. You couldn't look away, the golden-brown eyes making it impossible to do so. Only when you heard a whistle coming from the game next to you were you able to shake yourself and stop staring. 

"We won, we won Y/N-chan!" Hinata shouted, making his way next to you along with Kageyama on his side. "We were like hiyaa- and Kageyama did gvaa, then I jumped, and it was like kyooo!" 

Despite being breathless, Hinata still had the energy to show you every move he did, unlike Kageyama, who looked so tired that you worried he might pass out. 

"Hey, you okay?" You asked him as you got under his arm, supporting him as you walked to the bench. "Yeah, just tired." He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, making you wince. "Ah, you stink." You muttered, turning your face the other way as you shoved the towel you were holding to his face. "And dripping sweat. You're going to get sick."

"I honestly don't have the energy to even dry my face to a towel right now." He told you, though you could already from the way he walked. You giggled, pressing the towel to his face for him. "Okay, big baby, I'll help you- but don't get too comfortable, it's just for today."

He grinned.

***

Oikawa frowned as you giggled at Kageyama. It was Kageyama, for God's sake, how could he say something even remotely funny? He gritted his teeth when you dabbed the towel to his face, wiping his sweat for him.

Before he could even think about it a second, Oikawa found himself making his way to you, trying to look as confident as he could.

You were still giggling at something, though your smile dropped as soon as you saw the cocky captain coming towards you. He was sweaty, fluffy brown hair now sticking to his handsome face, framing it so nicely that you found yourself holding your breath.

"Hey there, little manager." You gritted your teeth when you heard the nickname he had for you. Well, he probably didn't even know your name, so it was normal, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

"Oikawa-senpai." You muttered, pretending not to notice how his eyes glinted when you called him Senpai. "How can I help you?"

Since you got scolded by both Daichi and Sugawara for losing your calm against a boy two years older than you the last time, you knew you had to stay calm this time.

"I was hoping to see you." He told you, ignoring Kageyama that stod right next to you. He hoped to see you? Why?

"Well, I'm here." You answered, not sure what he was trying to do. Oikawa sighed because you looked a little too uninterested for his ego. "Yn-chan," Your eyes slightly widened when you heard your name dropping from his lips, a weird feeling running down your body. "I was hoping to see you, so I could... apologize."

Interesting.

"Apologize?" You repeated, and he nodded with a dramatically regretful expression on his face.

"Yes, you see, we got on the wrong foot, and I thought I could talk to you about what happened." Your eyes narrowed, not sure what's up with the sudden 180° in his attitude.

"I just wanted to tell you that what I did last time was wrong, and I'm sorry about what I did." His voice so soft and soothing, you could feel your heartbeat picking up. Why did he have to look so damn handsome as he apologized? He ran a hand through his dampened hair, your eyes following his hand you gulped.

"Oh, um, that's nice?" You said, causing his brows to furrow. "Although you shouldn't be apologizing to me, but to Kageyama." He saw the small smile forming on your lips, and you grinned internally. "Yeah, you're right." 

Now that he had even made his way to apologize to you, it was your turn to make a move, there weren't any obstacles for you to fawn over him now, were there?

You had turned your gaze to your phone from Oikawa when it buzzed with a notification -as Oikawa waited for you to confess your undying love or some shit-, thinking that he'll leave after the whole apologizing thing. 

Maybe you were one of those shy ones, he thought. Deciding to be generous, he gave you a little push.

"And?" He told you. "Isn't there anything else you would like to say to me?" You should be grateful I even gave you this much of my time, he thought internally. He didn't do this for everyone.

"What-" your voice trailed off. "What do you even expect me to say?" It wasn't your words that left him speechless, and it was the look of pure confusion on your face. Where was the confession? Why weren't you doing the things he expected you to do?

Oikawa was often right about how things would turn out, both in volleyball or in life, so on these rare occasions, he had no idea what to do.

As you noticed the you're-hurting-my-ego look on his face, you finally understood what was going on. Oh, poor little Oikawa-senpai. He was expecting you to fangirl already, didn't he?

"Oh, come on, Senpai." You told him with a cheeky grin. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?

***

"You really shouldn't be messing like that with him, you know," Sugawara told you, making you sigh. "I know, I know." You told him. "But he's just so full of himself that I can't hold my tongue back!" 

"Don't underestimate him, Y/N. He acts all innocent and stupid, but he's dangerously smart, one of the smartest people I know. Don't fall for it." He warned you but stopped talking when he saw your eyes looking at your phone screen instead of him. 

The notification was from Instagram, a friend request. Your brows furrowed, and you unlocked your phone, gasping when you read the name that stood there. 

Oikawa Tooru.

The Oikawa Tooru had sent you a friend request. You had to be dreaming, but you accepted it and sent him a request back nevertheless. You thought that would have been the end of it, but it was only seconds after when your phone buzzed, his name on your screen once again. 

"Hey, little manager." 

Your breath hitched in your chest, and you hesitated as you opened the text. Should you text back? You were debating whether you should text back or not when you heard Sugawara fake a cough.

"I gotta go now, we have some free time, and I think I'm going to use it to practice a little." You nodded with a smile that mimicked his since you were never able not to smile when Sugawara looked at you with his signature grin. "Okay, I'll be cheering for you."

"Yeah, just don't cheer for anyone from Aoba Jousai, right?" He winked, walking away before you even got the chance to wash the shock off. 

Your eyes instinctively wandered around the court before you even knew who you were looking for, and you found yourself feeling giddy inside when you found Oikawa right across the court, sitting on the bench and looking at you with a cocky smile.

***

"Slow down a little, guys, you'll choke if you eat like that." You told Hinata and Kageyama, though they seemed too focused on their food to hear you. You rolled your eyes, placing your now-empty bowl in the sink, not noticing someone coming right after you.

"Ah, it's the little manager." You heard him, his voice a little too close to your ear. He bent over a little to place his bowl in the sink, his face getting dangerously close to you. "The food was amazing, is it because you helped them cook it, too?"

"No." You answered gingerly, eager to leave this conversation before you- found more details about him that amazed you. "Ah, then it should be because of your pretty face I was looking that made it taste better."

You grimaced at his answer. "You're getting cheesier with every second, Oikawa-san." He pouted. "What happened to Oikawa-senpai? It was real cute, you know."

This man was just too-

"Oikawa senpai," you gritted your teeth, and he grinned. "Why are you talking to me?"

He shrugged. "I think I enjoy talking to you. And I was wondering if my apology went through." A step your way, and you could swear you sensed his minty perfume. "It did." You answered as you took a step away from him since his presence alone was fuzzying your thoughts. "Doesn't mean that I'll be instantly head over heels for you, though."

You thought that would've made him angry, irritated, at least, but instead, he grinned as if he was playing a game.

Then, all of a sudden Oikawa's smile dropped, and he sighed. "I wish you could just see I'm not as bad as you think."

"Oh, right. Cause you're just amazing, right?" You mocked him, expecting him to smile and give a cocky answer, but he didn't. He stayed silent, his dark brown eyes boring into yours so sincere, it sent shivers down your spine. "I mean it, I'm not the big bad wolf you think I am. I know I was mean to you and... Kageyama before, but weren't you also? Why am I the bad guy when I even went ahead and apologized, but you are still mocking me?"

You had no answer to that. Because- he was right. Oikawa did apologize to you, but you were still trying to make him angry, and you were the one who said he was too full of himself.

"You're right," you finally admitted after a long pause. "I know." He answered with a grin, and you rolled your eyes, though it wasn't as annoying as it was the past few days.

"Okay, then. Let's make a deal." You told him. "I'm listening." He quirked a brow up, a look of genuine interest on his handsome face. "Let's start over."

"Start over?" He repeated, and you nodded. A few seconds of silence that felt like an eternity passed as you waited for his answer. Maybe this was dumb, and you were just humiliating yourself-

"Okay." He answered, your eyes snapping up to his with the sudden answer. Even though you tried to conceal it, he saw the glint of hope in your eyes.

"Okay." You said back, trying to hold back your smile and failing.

***

You have never in your wildest dreams have thought Oikawa could be so nice. 

Nice to hang around with, talk, and joke with... And that was just straight-up terrifying because that led your heart to have its own consciousness apart from the logical part of your body, a part that hushed your thoughts whenever Oikawagot a little too close to you, a part that scolded you when your eyes searched his figure a little too often, a part that didn't know how to stop you from feeling giddy and smile when he looked back at you, too.

"You're acting weird lately." Sugawara came closer to you in the water break.

"How so?" You asked with a smile. He shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I'll just tell this to you as a senpai," he wasn't smiling as he talked. "Don't go catching feelings to someone you shouldn't."

"Sugawara-senpai," you laughed, shaking your head side to side. "What are you talking about? I'm not catching feelings for anyone!"

"You know, I hate it when you lie. You're really bad at it too." He sighed when he saw how afraid you looked. "Look, it's not my place to tell you what to and not to do, and I have no say in your relationships whatsoever. But he isn't someone you should trust, I told you this before." He smiled, that cute signature smile of his. "Just be careful, all right?"

You nodded, and you knew there was no reason in denying. "Good." His hand ruffled your hair, making you groan in frustration, but before you could go back at him, he turned his back to you, walking to the court.

You looked at Oikawa as he smacked the ball. Combing his dampened hair out of his face by running a finger through them, and wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

His eyes found yours as they always did, and you couldn't hold yourself back from smiling as he sent a cocky smile your way. Though, his smile dropped when Iwaizumi smacked his head harshly, probably scolding him about not listening, which made you giggle. 

You felt your heartbeat picking up, a little too much that it was getting out of hand. So you decided it was best to leave and take some fresh air to just stop yourself from thinking about him.

You don't like Oikawa Tooru, you tell yourself. He's the captain of your enemy team. The rival of your best friend. The Great King. The guy you were so prejudiced, but later saw how much more of a human he was. A boy that looks nothing but a goofy, proud, cocky boy, but instead is someone that worked as much, or maybe even more than your friends. Oikawa Tooru, the perfectionist who sacrificed so much to become who he now is. 

And you admire him.

Before all this, you still did admire him for how he played, but now it was so much more. He was proud, and he was full of himself, but he was also insecure, and he was afraid. Oikawa was mean, but he was kind, and he could smack the ball so hard that it would scare you, but could sometimes be so gentle you couldn't recognize him, acted stupid but was terrifyingly smart. 

And even though you were out here because you were hiding from him, he was standing right across you. "I was a little worried when I couldn't see you inside, staring at me like I'm the most amazing thing."

"I'm not staring at you like you're the most amazing thing!" You protested. "Actually, it's you who's staring at me!" Lies. But instead of calling you out, he smiled. "Maybe you're right. I do look at you quite a lot." He muttered, making your eyes go wide.

"Wh-why are you here, Oikawa-san?!" You managed to choke out, trying to change the subject. 

"Oh," his eyes had a sly glint to it, and you thought maybe you shouldn't have asked him that. "I was just wondering if you could..." Did he look- embarrassed? "If you could dry my face for me? Like you did to Kage- I- I mean, dry my face." He held out the towel in his hands, a -although you hated to admit- cute smile on his face. 

"What? Dry your face? Me? Why can't you do it yourself?"

He frowned at the question. "You hadn't asked him all these questions." He muttered, making you finally realize what was going on. "You want me to do this because you're jealous?" You couldn't help but giggle. An expression of pure shock flashed on his face. "I'm not jealous of that-" He stopped himself and grinned. "Please do it? Pretty please? For your Senpai?"

You groaned. "Will you shut up if I do as you say?"

He grinned. "But of course, m'lady."

"Oh, just shut up."

"Whatever you say m-" You started to wipe his face, choosing to begin from his mouth just so he could shut up, though feeling his soft lips under your touch, you realized it probably was a big mistake. 

He was just as surprised as you, unable to move your fingers, you recognized the odd feeling that was forming in your stomach. 

You took a hitched breath in as you finally gathered the courage to move your hand. You touched Oikawa's face softly, dabbing at his slightly reddened cheeks (it had to be the training, you thought), his temples, his forehead. You repeated this once or twice more, and just as you were about to put your hand back down, you felt a slight pressure on your hand, causing you to pressure his cheek, too. 

It was Oikawa, you realized. 

"Wait, not yet." He told you, his low voice, along with the feeling of his hand on yours sending shivers down your spine. "Don't stop just yet." He closed his eyes, his face leaning in your touch, making you unable to move or think. He just looked so vulnerable-

You had no idea what the hell was going on, but before you could even ask him that, he opened his eyes, a sly glint in his eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips. He was teasing you, wasn't he?

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand back, freeing yourself from his touch. "Y/N-chan," he pouted. "I was comfortable!"

"Well, I wasn't." You answered, you both knowing very well that was a lie. "You looked pretty comfortable, though."

You sighed. "Oikawa, just shut up, will you? Isn't your break already over?"

He would've given a mocking answer if he didn't notice Iwaizumi running towards him, ready to pull him back to training. He pouted. "You're right. I'll text you, though!" He beamed as he ran into the building.

"Feel free not to!" You answered back, trying to hold back the grin that was forming on your lips.

***

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, waking you up from your nap. You groaned and was turning your phone upside down when you realized the text was from Oikawa.

You immediately felt your sleep vanishing as you unlocked your phone, the brightness making you wince.

"Meet me under the big tree,

Bring some milk bread too, pretty lady."

You grinned and was about to text him back when your phone buzzed with a notification once again.

"It took me like... 10 minutes to come up with that, and Iwa-chan punched me 😔 will you kiss it better?

Btw, I couldn't rhyme midnight with anything but don't be late pls"

You couldn't stop smiling as you sent a meme as an answer, unreasonably afraid of giving him a verbal response. 

You locked your phone once again when you didn't get a response, not even aware that you were grinning like an idiot.

***

Just as you promised, you went under the big tree that was behind the building, concealing you from the eyes of your teammates. You were right on time, waiting for him, though he hadn't arrived yet, giving you time to consider if running away and telling him you never came was the right thing to do.

What even was this? Meeting under the tree at night, like some cheap cliché out of a cheesy novel, was just the thing Oikawa would do, you had to admit, but you weren't sure if it was for teasing purposes or something more.

It was normal, you told yourself, nothing special, no need to get your hopes up. But you knew you couldn't keep telling yourself and believe it when he looked at you the way he did when you laughed, when your eyes met his from the other side of the court, when he smacked the ball and scored a point, looking your way to see if you had seen it too.

You didn't know what that look was, or what it meant, but you were smart enough to know that it wasn't anything that would happen between you and Sugawara, or Nishinoya, or any one of your friends, for that matter. It was something that hitched your breath whenever you looked in his pretty brown eyes, the ones that seemed to be always glinting with mockery. 

"Did you bring it?" You heard a whisper along with footsteps, though you knew it couldn't be anyone but him whose voice sent shivers down your spine like this.

"Yes, Oikawa-san, I brought it." You rolled your eyes like you were annoyed, a way of hiding the excitement that was in your eyes whenever he was around you. He sat right next to you, leaning on the big tree, his body so close to yours that your shoulders and legs touched with every move. He smelled so nice, the woody smile coming from him mixing with the smell of night, the grass and the trees, his hair tickling your face whenever the wind blew. 

He licked his lips when you took what he was asking for out of the basket, your eyes following and mimicking the motion subconsciously. "This is my favorite thing in the world." He groaned as he took a big bite out of the milk-bread in his hands. You saw a glint in his eyes, and he cracked a smile. "Except for you, of course."

"Very funny." You answered with a mocking tone, though you thought it was merciless of him to tease you so. You tensed when you felt his head slowly dropping on your shoulder, his soft hair now in your face, making you grimace. "You just never let me make a move." He sighed, "It kinda started to hurt my ego."

"Maybe I would've if you weren't such a tease." You felt his eyes on you, though you chose not to look at them since you were afraid of what you could see in them.

"Did you like my poem, though? You didn't comment on that today, really broke me since I poured my heart in every word." He pouted, and you wanted to kick yourself to prevent your mind from thinking how cute he looked just then.

"It's not that I didn't comment, but couldn't." You told him. "It was so good that I didn't know what to say."

"Ah, if that's so, there's a lot more if you want me to, you know." He grinned smugly and opened his mouth. "Oh, no need, really, I think that was enough." You told him with a mocking horror.

"The night so chilly, and it's a bit windy. Though it's not a problem since I got you with me." You couldn't help but giggle as he said those lines so seriously, though you knew he wasn't from the smallest thug on his lips.

"I have no words for how great that was." You told him, your hand on your heart with an exaggerated expression. "I don't know if this a blessing or a curse." He replied with a pout, and you laughed.

As he watched you laugh, your arms shaking ever so slightly, he felt the odd feeling in his chest that he had experienced this past week quite a lot. "I'm sleepy, Y/N- chan." He told you suddenly, and you could feel him shuffling in his place to be a bit more comfortable.

"You were the one who called me out here at this hour. And you've been practicing all day, you really shouldn't be skipping sleep."

"It's totally worth staying awake, though." His voice now a low whisper, you felt goosebumps but weren't sure if it was because of him or the chilly night.

"You won't be saying that tomorrow, though." You told him with a small giggle. You could feel him looking at you, and your heartbeat fastened uncontrollably.

"Well then, I have no other choice but to sleep here, then."

"Wha- what are you doing, Oikawa-san?" You stuttered as you felt his head sliding down, resting on your shoulder.

"I'm sleeping. You're the one who told me I shouldn't skip sleep, aren't you?" He grinned slyly, your shoulder oddly comfortable.

You shifted in your place a bit too, afraid that he'll pull his head back and go back to his room, and you scooted a bit closer to him to make him comfortable. Because of the size difference between you, his head was in an odd position that would probably cause his neck to ache tomorrow, so trying to make it a bit better, your hand went to his head to push it back the slightest, though the moment your hand touched his soft hair, you heard him sigh.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-" you pulled your hand back, only for him to grab your hand and put it back on his hair.

"No, it's okay- I mean... it's... nice."

"My hand is nice?" You repeated, not able to understand what he meant.

"No... the feeling... the feeling of your hand in my hair is nice." A meek whisper that you probably wouldn't be able to hear if you weren't listening so close went out his lips.

He sounded like a little boy, making you grin unconsciously. "Can you?" He muttered, not even a question. "S-sure." You could feel your cheeks burning, and you could swear you felt his cheeks burning, too.

As you ran your fingers through his soft tresses, you could hear him sighing contently, his breaths getting slower and deeper with every stroke. 

His face nuzzling to the crook of your neck, you could swear you felt his lips touching your neck slightly. "Oikawa-san," you muttered, shuffling a bit away from him, only for him to close the gap again, maybe getting even closer to you each time. "Stop doing that." He told you when you tried to get away from him again, this time, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and not letting you shuffle away.

It's not that you actually wanted to get away from him, you wanted this moment to last forever, but you were also aware that this probably meant nothing to him, whereas it meant too much to you.

"You need to let me go." You told him when you couldn't pull yourself free from his grip. 

"I can't let you go." He answered, and you got the feeling that he wasn't talking about this. "I've tried, you know. To let you go, I mean. But you're just everywhere I look, even when you're nowhere to be seen, you're always on my mind." He told you, your hand in his hair freezing with his words. 

Not knowing what to say to that, you gave yourself a few seconds to think. "Wow," you finally muttered. "That was pretty cheesy."

He stayed quiet for a second and then snickered. "And that was the worst reaction I have ever gotten to a confession." His hand on your waist loosened, letting you pull back. His head lifted off your shoulders, now looking in your eyes, you shuddered. "Wh-what confession?" You asked, your question making him groan. 

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm trying to tell you I like you!" He finally told you when you looked at him blankly. 

He what? 

"Do you feel the same?" He asked when you stayed quiet. Did you feel the same? Of course, you did, or why else would you be here? You nodded slightly, an audible sigh of relief coming from his way. 

"Then can I... can I kiss yo-"

You kissed him first.

Epilogue:

"C'mon, Y/N-chan, just one kiss, for luck!" He pressed on, making you roll your eyes. "Look, I'm not even asking you to wear my jersey, I respect you wanting to hide this for a bit more." 

"Don't you try to fool me, I know you're just saying this because you're afraid of Iwaizumi-san!" 

"Am not!" He pouted like a child, crossing his arms. You took a deep breath, not even aware of your boyfriend getting closer to you inch by inch. 

"Come on, love, don't be a tease and kiss me already." His voice deep and serious, not giving you the option to refuse. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of attitude, though, you should have gotten used to it by now.

You did as he said, leaning into him and closed the distance between you, touching your lips to his soft ones. Kissing him always gave you goosebumps, in an oddly good way. Resisting the urge to push your hands between his hair and pulling him deeper into you, you pulled back. "There," you told him, trying to hide how out of breath you were just from that 2-second kiss, "happy now?" 

"Sugawara-senpai!" You exclaimed, frantically searching for a way to save your ass. He saw the look on your face, a dark expression finding its way on his. "Nuh-uh, don't you try to lie to me." He told you.

"Very." He answered with a smug grin, making you blush and roll your eyes at the same time. He exited the room, and not long after, you followed him, not expecting Sugawara to be there, waiting for you to come out. "Oh well, look what we have here." He told you with a smug look that contrasted with his cute face. 

Nishinoya.

"Now, since your boyfriend, Oikawa here is playing a match against us, it's only fair if you kiss us too, for, you know, luck." You knew he was joking, so you rolled your eyes, ready to enter the court to see if your team had started to get ready for the match, eyes widening with fear when you saw the little boy staring back at you with as wide eyes. 

"HE WHAT?!" He screamed, his voice thundering in the hallway.

"Oh shit." You muttered to yourself.

Haikyuu

Karasuno;

Nothing yet, coming soon!

Nekoma;

Kuroo Tetsurou:

How to cure a broken heart

Synopsis: love might come in in various shapes. With Kuroo it came with a snowball.

Kiss me so you won't forget (2,6k)

Synopsis: 6 year old you sealed your promise with Kuroo with a kiss (on the cheek, but its still a kiss... right?) A promise that you would remember and wait each other until Kuroo could buy you a ring. You still remember, but does he?

Warnings: cursing and nothing else, kuroo being too cute maybe oh and its 2,6k its not a warning but still

It’s hard to be a ball girl (especially if the captain is Kuroo Tetsurou)

Synopsis: After an unfortunate string of events -more like you being very bad at ditching your classes- you get a week of detention to be the ball-girl of the schools volleyball team, and it’s especially hard when you’ve promised yourself that after the last heartbreak, you will protect your heart from anyone that could break it. Though it might be a bit hard when the captain is the infamous Kuroo Tetsurou.

Genre: fluff mostly, mentions of insecurities but like... once

Kiss it better (7,5k)

Synopsis: You, one of Nekoma’s cheerleaders, made a bet with the captain of the Nekoma Volleyball team, that they’re going to lose to Aoba Jouhsai in the upcoming match. And- you’re failing chemistry.

Genre: fluff, a little angst, cheerleader!fem reader

Seijoh;

Oikawa Tooru:

I offer you my hand in exchange of your forgiveness

Synopsis: of course, being the last person who didn’t find a partner for prom, having to pair up with Oikawa, and practicing the Valse with him for a whole month might sound amazing to anyone else, but it’s nothing but unfortunate when the said man is your ex-boyfriend.

Genre: angst, fluff, post-breakup, good ending

It's hard not to be a fangirl (especially when the setter is Oikawa Tooru) (5.9k)

Synopsis: maybe confusing you with a fangirl wasn't exactly starting off the right foot, but Oikawa thought the stranger that sat with him till the beginning of his next match was... quite charming.

Genre: fluff, Iwaizumi's sister!reader

Focus (on me)

Warnings: one curse word, is it suggestive? jelaous Oikawa beware / first time I wrote something this short, it’s 1.3k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend isn’t very happy about you spending so much time on a school project with this guy, and he is determined to get your attention somehow

Keep the enemy closer. (8,7k)

Synopsis: You're the manager of Karasuno, the little sister of the team. A game between you and Aoba Jousai has changed more than you thought it would, and you certainly didn't expect to catch the eye of the captain of the enemy team.

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers au, surprisingly, no angst??? Very unexpected from a fic this long isn't it?

Warnings: cursing? Like once I think. Spring tournament spoilers!!!

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Of red things, like an earphone or a thread

Synopsis: you meet a little boy who lost his big brother's earphone, crying because he's sure his brother will get mad. You decide to look for it together, not expecting to find something- or rather someone else instead of the red earphone, although tied with a red string.

Genre: fluff, soulmates au

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby

Synopsis: Exam stress is real, and your boyfriend is well aware of that. Thankfully, whatever happens, Iwaizumi is always there for you to lean on.

Genre: Comfort fic, fluff, mentions of insecurities and anxiety

Inarizaki;

Atsumu Miya:

Fool me once, fool me twice

Synopsis: You always knew it was easy to have your heart broken, but a a sentence was all it took for you. “How do you tell someone you only dated them for a bet?”

Genre: fluff, angst

Suna Rintarou:

tell me where you are, honey

《Synopsis: Suna misses you, and all he can do is sing for you.》

Genre and warnings: hey guys? This is pure angst. Just angst. Heavy heavy angst. First of all, major character death (not Suna), tw: mentions of suicide, tw: mentions of death, tw: mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of alcohol, if there's anything else please tell me!

Night flights

《Synopsis: you meet a handsome stranger at the airport, but it isn't as romantic and dreamy as the movies show it to be. He's kind of an asshole.》

Genre: crackfic-like, fluff, kind of an enemies to lovers? Sue me.

Tell me that you love me

《synopsis: suna rintarou isn't very good at showing his love.》

Genre: fluff

suna, suna, suna

a small lil drabble on suna my massive brainrot on him caused

Miya Osamu:

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Bad days aren't as bad with you

《Synopsis: your boyfriend is having a hard day so you give him a massage.》

Genre: fluff, ficlet.

Boy in love

a/n: this is just a lil excuse to write the scene where you kiss Oikawa on his cheek and he smiles stupidly as he holds his face like he's trying to hold the kiss there forever.

Warnings and genre: not really angst, I made it look like it but its actually fluff (not proofread)

Oikawa feels like his heart is suddenly five kilograms heavier, dropping and dropping in his chest.

He feels a lump in the back of his throat at the sight of you chuckling at Iwaizumi, a sick feeling creeping up from his stomach to his chest, but it seems Oikawa is unable to look away from you.

You, who is standing under a pretty tree, the wind carrying the sound of your laughter all the way to him, Oikawa feels the goosebumps creeping up from his spine since he's not the reason for your laughter, but Iwaizumi is.

You look small under Iwaizumi's shadow, shielding you from the blinding sun, but Oikawa thinks he would rather see your smile shining with the warm light grazing it.

Oikawa finds himself feeling a tint of jealousy as he watches you fiddle with your fingers, with shyness, Oikawa supposes, averting your eyes from the handsome boy standing before you, who laughed along with you.

Oikawa isn't stupid. He knows what's happening, and despite the distance between you and his best friend, Oikawa feels he's witnessing something intimate.

He can't stop himself from thinking why, and it makes him feel even more guilty. Oikawa remembers- knows you. You were one of his fans, and your face has been familiar to him for a long time.

Perhaps you had thought he never noticed you since you were on the more quiet side, after all, not as bold as the others who came up to him to ask for a photo, gave him homemade goods, flirting with him without a thought.

You usually stood a bit further in the group, sending him a smile he always found adorable, mouthing a little 'do your best!' even though you thought he never saw it. And Oikawa knew, whenever the game got tough, it got strange and foreign, he knew he could send a glance at the stands, and you were always there, smiling and looking at him with awe, and it always helped Oikawa find his momentum again.

Oikawa only then realized how often he had started to see you around, actually. You were often by Iwa's side, hanging out with him and Oikawa at lunch breaks every once in a while. Oikawa always thought you were nice to converse with, and he liked talking to you, making you laugh, and even tease you sometimes. Even though he often felt you were hesitant at talking to him.

You seemed strained as if you found it hard to speak with him, and Oikawa only then noticed how much he hated seeing you laugh so bright and talk so light to his best friend instead.

He secretly hoped it was him you were there for, but looking at you two now, he has to admit, it's a little painful to see you with Iwaizumi instead, closer to him than you have ever been to Oikawa.

He has no right to feel this way, even though he had liked you all this time, ever since he had first seen you. After all, Oikawa hadn't done anything to approach you, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, but it seems, Oikawa was clueless as to what to do at anything about you.

He felt... shy, when yiu were around.

And now he had missed his chance, he thought grimly. All because he was stupid and a coward and-

But Oikawa is good at masking his thoughts, something he was able to do for years now, so he's able to send you a bright smile when he notices you averted your eyes from the green ones to his, a small wave of your hand directed in his way.

"Y/N-chan!" He chimes, his body making its way to you before his mind even realizes it. 

"Hi, Oikawa-kun." You smile, but it feels even more strained than the ones you usually had around him. There is a tint of tension hanging in the air, and you seem nervous, Oikawa takes note with a frown. Even more so than the usual. 

"Is there something wrong?" The question makes you panic and Iwa grin widely as he glances at you. It's a look of 'you're on your own,' but Oikawa is too focused on you to notice. "No- no, nothing wrong." You try to answer, but the panicked way you speak is a big give-away.

"Did Iwa-chan say something mean?" Oikawa glances at his best friend. "You really have to learn to control yourself, you know." You can't hold back a laughter when Oikawa fails at dodging Iwa's hand, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. "This is what I mean! Control your- okay, sorry, don't hit me."

"It isn't anything Iwa did, don't worry." You assure the brunette with a giggle, who seems a little off today, as well. "Well then," Oikawa shrugs, "what were you talking about?"

Oikawa knows he hit jackpot by the panicked look in your eyes and the grin that appears on Hajime's lips. "Umm," you start to fiddle with your fingers and its Iwaizumi's que to leave.

Oikawa doesn't even notice it as Iwa excuses himself with a flimsy reason, sending you a gruff smile as you look at him, almost like you're crying for help.

Oikawa has a few guesses as to whats happening, and none of them seem good.

(were you going to tell him you started dating? was that what you were talking about, laughing a few seconds ago? since it was only normal, Oikawa would be the first you would tell if it were true, Oikawa can't feel anythingbut panic.)

"Come on, Y/N-chan, just tell me!" Oikawa insists, his fake smile still hanging on his lips. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." The playful wink he concluded his sentence with makes you bite your lips.

You nod and Oikawa feels like maybe he shouldn't have asked you to tell it to him now. Oikawa's not sure if he's ready to hear his feelings can never be reciprocated, but he still manages to keep his smile.

You look at him brightly, smiling a little, and you wave your hand as to tell him to come a little closer.

As you bring your face closer to his, you're leaning towards his ear, he notices. You're going to whisper it to him? Oikawa can't say he's surprised, Iwaizumi had always been a more closed off person, after all, it's normal he doesn't want everyone to know you are dating, probably.

But it isn't what happens, instead, Oikawa feels your lips graze the smooth skin of his cheek, pressing a small kiss on his face and pulling back quickly.

Oikawa freezes, the position he's in, slightly bend forward, hands behind his back, is a little awkward, too, but he can't think clear enough to stand straight.

What just happened?

His widened eyes find yours, you have a smile on your lips, and you're desperately trying to hide your embarrassment and failing, but Oikawa's the one in the worse condition, so it's okay.

You wave him a small goodbye, and you're running off without saying anything or letting him get himself back together.

Seconds, minutes and maybe even more goes by and Oikawa's still standing under the tree, trying to understand if this was a dream his mind came up with.

He raises his hand up to his face, his fingers grazing the skin you had pressed your lips, and he finds it still warm. At that, it's impossible for Oikawa to suppress the smile now appearing on his lips, his eyes ramaging through the area to catch a glimpse of you to return the kiss.

You're standing a few meters away from him, hiding behind the wall of your school building. You can't help but think it's a sight to behold, Oikawa flushed a reddish pink, a stupid smile on his lips as he cups his cheek like a boy in love.

[00:54] oikawa staying the night

warnings none, pure fluff

other timestamps

he wasn't used to such extravagant gestures, that being said he wasn't used to gestures specialised for him. yes, he had the love of his fans and media, yet it never filled the void in his heart. the void that craved comfort, warmth, a sense of security in forms of romance and not the empty cheers from strangers he knew he would never encounter again. he craved a sense of warmth that a person would obtain by coming home to their loved one after a long day. he had everything but love. he had everything but the one thing he sincerely yearned for during his college years. he had everything but the one emotion he had neglected during his high school years, as he was too busy prioritising something that he had soon led on to become his wildest realities.

yet here he was, finding comfort, warmth, home, in someone who he had only stumbled upon several weeks ago. he found security and reassurance in someone who once insulted him for his unhealthy obsession with milk bread, someone who he thought would be a fading dream after several days. yet here they were. in their glory, resting a hand above oikawa tooru's head, running their fingers through his hair, as he slept like a baby in their arms. the blue glare of the tv in the background, the crickets in the night, the empty cans, snacks, plastic bags, dispersed across the coffee table, as the couple laid comfortably on the chaise sofa oikawa had once believed he would never sleep in. oh how he was eating his words.

oikawa tooru promised himself to never get attached once he would go pro, said it was going to be a burden on his career and would make him stray from his path. always such a pessimist, he was, never realising that the presence of another being could bring solace into his life.

he stirred in his sleep and they slowly hushed him again, with a soft voice, stroking his head again as they too began to drift off into a slumber of their own, yet careful, so as not to abruptly awaken the brunet from his desired nap. slowly, their eyes drooped and they relaxed their grasp around oikawa, already falling asleep before hearing him mutter-

“i'm so glad i met you.”

a/n: hi i moved accounts

.safe haven - masterlist

.pairings oikawa tooru x fem!reader

.genre strangers to lovers, mutual pining [f]

.ongoing | completed

.tw cursing, toxic relationships, manipulation, cheating

.taglist open, just ask

.schedule tbd

please do not re-upload my work. all of my works below are fictional unless stated otherwise. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated <3.

.SUMMARY

oikawa tooru, every woman's man, hirose y/n, a misandrist to those like oikawa. so how come they were the perfect pair?

[PROFILES]

nekoma high students

seijoh students

[TASTERS]

study group ❤️🦶 | imessage edition

seijoh's sexiest 😮‍💨

one: i can't do it

two: snacks at 7am?

three: AHH

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny @plusultra2dwhore

.safe haven | seijoh students

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facts:

oikawa got his phone taken away for playing "like a dino" during practice, which was weird, seeing as he never misses on practice

iwaizumi hid oikawa's phone in a three week old sock in the boys' changing room

it was indeed matsukawa that told the deez nuts joke to hanamaki, he got swung the next day by his bag

matsukawa and hanamaki do NOT have many connections they're just nosy

a/n: this is my first smau i have no idea how they work so im v sorry if its a little dry rn also pls ignore the timestamps in the top left i did not realise they were there

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

.safe haven | nekoma high students

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facts:

y/n and kenma get into a lot of petty fights bc of the fact that they grew up together and fought a lot when they were younger

yume does not feel comfortable using lowercase during text, which is why she simply uses full grammar

lev always asks for help for his maths on his twt and it is yume who helps him 90% of the time

kozuki is a raging lesbian but still appreciates the existence of men so long as they don't flirt with her

DISCLAIMER!: you do not need to look like honda tohru from fruits basket, nor do you need asian features or a surname i simply wanted to insert that in the smau, if you are uncomfortable with the following please do tell me so i can make changes that will make readers more comfortable, but you are beautiful either way you do not need to look like her in order to read this. i love u and i hope u have a wonderful day/night.

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

TASTERS!: nekoma high

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facts:

everyone in the groupchat has assigned nicknames for each other:

y/n to yume: yuu, yume | y/n to kozuki: kozu, kozuki | y/n to kenma: kenma (kun) | y/n to lev: lev, haiba (when she's mad)

kenma to y/n: y/n, n/n | kenma to yume: yume, yumekki | kenma to kozuki: ki, kozuki | kenma to lev: shut up

yume to y/n: y/n, n/n | yume to kenma: kyanma | yume to kozuki: ko, kozuki | yume to lev: lev (kun)

kozuki to y/n: y/n, n/n, hirose | kozuki to yume: yume, mecchan | kozuki to kenma: kenma, ken | kozuki to lev: haiba-sama (inside joke they have)

lev to y/n: y/n, n/n | lev to yume: isshiki | lev to kozuki: sato-sama | lev to kenma: I'M SORRY

a/n: pls the conversation is so dry ill fix my humour for u guys <3

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

TASTERS!: aoba johsai

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facts:

oikawa spent three hours trying to find the new student's socials and gave up bc he didnt even know their name

sulked ab it for a day and annoyed iwaizumi ab it until he got smacked square in the face (again)

tried to annoy matsukawa and hanamaki into giving the socials to him, and obviously failed in doing so

even tried annoying kunimi, was not successful

theres a random groupchat between kunimi, matsukawa and hanamaki bc the pair annoy him constantly and so decided to make a groupchat to take it to the next level

a/n: pls im so bad at making interesting texts ill add writing soon enough

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

.one | i can't do it

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facts:

y/n forgot lev was outside her house so he just stood there at 9 in the evening before his sister called him

oikawa is uncomfortable w telling people his problems so he most definitely lied to iwa ab telling him later on in school

yume cares very deeply for y/n and would probably slice a bitch if they ever crossed her

even though it doesnt seem like it, iwa is v protective of oikawa and keeps a close eye on him even when they were children

a/n: i still dk the schedule of this smau maybe every monday ill post?? idk we'll see i have a lot of exams coming up so it wont be a regular schedule

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

.two | snacks at 7am?

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"took you long enough." kenma sighs, putting his phone in his back pocket.

you send a quick glare his way, and snatch your drink, and take a sip before everyone notices your expression of distaste.

"it's warm." you stare at the drink in your hand.

"we told you to hurry up, but you got caught up with those cats, which by the way, you need to send pictures of." lev slung his arm around your shoulder, before taking a sip of your drink too and hissing at the foreign flavour. "this is so gross, you drink this?"

"you look like this?" you pull at his hair and stick a tongue out at him.

"come on, it's seven fifteen, mr watanabe is gonna kill us." yume throws her empty drink away in the bin beside her, and sanitises her hands.

"we've got fifteen minutes, mecchan, we're fine!" kozuki boasts, not realising she would eat her words twenty five minutes later.

ー

"you said we'd be fine." kenma grits his teeth, before elbowing kozuki.

"well, i was obviously wrong." she rolls her eyes, and the five of you keep your heads bowed down as the school's pe teacher holds a wooden ruler in his possession.

"it's always you five, what sin have i committed in my past life in order for you brats to always come to school late?" he paces as we stood in a line, staring down at our feet.

it's not like any of you guys even liked coming to school, you only attended for the thrills that teachers provided for you in the mornings whenever you were late for a class. the five of you (actually, lev excluded) were brilliant students, with outstanding grades, yet your behaviour was utterly poor, causing mixed feelings within the teacher's board.

"why are you all late this time?" the teacher slurs on mundanely, knowing this was a regular routine at this point. scolding wasn't going to do you five of any good, in the end you would all stick to the same routine of meeting up at seven in the morning to buy snacks and take your time getting to class; although, it was different now, you're moving.

"aren't any of you going to speak? the longer we stay here, the longer of a detention i'll give you bunch." he straightens the stick into his hand, and you flinch from the sudden reverberation.

"it was my fault sir, i was loitering around the neighbourhood because there were cats." you muster up the courage to speak before lev could say anything.

all five of you are finally let go, but not without an earful, how you need to "shape up" and that you're only growing older, to be honest, it bored all of you. you each scurry into your homeroom, 2-B, and sat in your seat, situated in smack bang in the middle of the classroom, right beside kenma.

kozuki and lev were in the class below you, 2-C, despite kozuki's phenomenal perfomance in the humanities sections of class, and lev had a boost from being in the volleyball team as the 6'5" foreigner middle blocker. undeniably, yume was in the top class, 2-A, with brilliant grades and tutors, who kept up with her work every day, and maybe did extra credit if she had the time.

"hirose san, i hear you're leaving, where are you going?" an unfamiliar classmate taps you on the shoulder. you vaguely remember encountering them once, during orientation on the first day, suzuki was it? no, suzue, wait, never mind.

"why do you need to know?" you mutter, disliking the idea of an actual stranger asking about your business.

"geez, i was just asking where you were moving, no need to be stuck up about it." they roll their eyes and trudge across the classroom back to their (thankfully) distant seat in the very back row.

unbeknownst to you, a raven rooster lookalike ovserved your conversation with such secrecy, almost like your best friend didn't notice it at all.

facts:

y/n has blocked kuroo on all social media except imessage bc shes still having a hard time moving on

kenma almost got his fanbase to find "uwubabie82"'s ip address but yume persuaded him not to

y/n does not get along w most of her classmates bc of her prickly attitude towards everyone

kozuki likes to show y/n the gossip that happens to kuroo and proceeds to make fun of him, in attempt to make her laugh.

a/n: hi <3

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

.three | AHH

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facts:

if you couldn't tell, y/n and her father do not get along

y/n's mother thinks of her friends like they're her children because they come to visit almost every day

but lev refuses ever since the changing incident lolz

for the next chapter: y/n loves milk bread

taglist: @satorinnie @tanakasimpcorner @wasting-away-on-the-internet @sassyglassesbunny

[01:02] face masks with oikawa

warnings none

x fem!reader | other timestamps

holding hands with someone was so easy for someone like oikawa, so why was he getting clammy at the sight of you walking beside him in the town centre as the both of you make your way towards the bakery for the morning?

surprisingly, you'd asked him out two weeks ago after finally mustering up the courage to even speak to him; and was luckily accepted. it happened to be that oikawa had a small crush on you when you started sitting beside him in your home econ class.

for every moment you'd walk past oikawa and his friends before the two of you began dating, his friends (mainly makki and mattsun), would nudge him aggressively by the shoulder and tease him to his wits' end. so when they'd found out the two of you began dating, they dropped their jaws and laughed as if oikawa was pulling a prank.

"why are you so quiet today, oikawa-kun?" he's snapped out of his thoughts when he's noticed that you've stopped walking.

he's at a loss of words and stammers as he begins to come up with an excuse.

"oh, it's uh, nothing it's dumb really." his hand itches the back of his neck and he chuckles awkwardly.

"i'm sure it's not, you can tell me. i don't judge, and i am dating you after all." a smile is etched across your face and oikawa swears he's melted inside at the sight of you grinning because of him.

"i just, i really want to hold you hand but they're, they're sweaty." he whispers ever so quietly, and you burst out laughing.

suddenly he regrets ever telling you this.

"was that it? you could've just held my hand, i don't care if it's sweaty, you're my boyfriend." if that smile you'd sent him hadn't killed him, that corny ass sentence just did. who knew he was such a cheeseball?

slowly, he walks towards you and quickly rubs his hand against the fabric of his uniform before grabbing your hand and walking painfully slow towards the bakery. sighing inwardly, you hold his hand tighter and place it in your coat pocket and smile at him once again.

"can i kiss you?" oikawa asks, as he sweats bullets.

once again you laugh, and nod, gradually inching your faces closer to one another.

"you used to be so nervous around me tooru, where did my nerdy little boyfriend go?" you reminisce on the couch beside him, as he sits down with the face masks you recently purchased.

"he's evolved," he rips open the packaging, and hands you a headband, "into your bulky, confident husband!" grinning cheekily, he puckers his lips towards you, asking for a kiss.

rolling your eyes, you push his lips away with your index and middle finger, and laugh as he pouts, "bulky is a stretch, my love. i think you're simply lean, and hajime is more bulky than you are."

"how mean, after all the years we've been together you still think iwa chan has more muscle, than me, the number one man in your life." he turns his head pettily as if he was ignoring.

"tooru, baby you know it's true. now come on, let's do these face masks, yeah?" you sit closer to him and wrap your legs around his waist, as you place the sheet mask over his face.

obliging, he smiles, crinkling the structure of the delicate mask and results into a scolding from you. his eyes seem to bore into your own features, but with a tender expression as if you were his entire universe, and blurts out the next few words without a second to think.

"what do you think about children?" you stop patting the mask against his soft skin, and hitch a breath, "you can be honest, i just thought that, i love you to the ends of the earth, and i think that my life would be more brighter than it already is if we had a child or two together."

"i'm so glad you said that, tooru." you're leaning the weight of your head onto his shoulder as you release a relieved sigh. lifting your head up, you smile at him and whisper, "i'm pregnant."

and its like the colours of the world to oikawa's eyes had become more pigmented and vibrant, to the point that it was almost blinding.

"i love you so much." he laughs in your ear, as his mask had fallen off of his face, due to the overwhelming excitement coursing through his system. he holds you tighter in your embrace as he looks down at your stomach and places his ear beside it and speaks again, "hi baby, it's your dad, i swear i'll be the best one yet and buy you all the presents you could ask fo-"

"tooru, don't spoil our baby when they're not even born yet."

"hey, when you married me, you knew what you were getting into." he chuckles as he kisses the flesh of your stomach, excited for the life about to grow inside of it.

a/n: ive been posting a bit more these days :D and im getting some bad baby fever