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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months ago

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THE TIME HAS COMEEEEEE mickey i’ve been looking forward to reading this ever since u dropped it n i finally found a good moment for it :3 it’s a lillll past breakfast but i’m still drinking coffee n orange juice n nomming on my metaphorical pretty boy cereal + the sun is shining :333 I’M EXTREMELY EXCITED TO MEET UR OIKAWA HEHE let’s see how it goes ………..

:((((((( hhhhhhhh . the defeat……… you described reader’s frustration and sadness sooooo vividly i can practically taste it ….. and your descriptions are just!!! so so good!!!! it’s crazy bc when i think of your writing i always think abt intimacy and comfort and softness but you really are so good at writing angst. it hurts a bunch actually PHDKDBDB u better pay me back w comfort later …… 😔😔😔

like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder. (…) you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that. (…) your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

LIKE …… i’m just picking out a couple paragraphs that rlly hit me Hard but :((((( all of it just felt so real!!!!!! that sucky feeling that just Won’t go away no matter what …… i’m not a sports person so i dunno how it feels to fail your team in a scenario like this, but i could insert myself into the narrative so easily anyway!! bc of how skilled you are at describing emotions!!!!

all this just to say i’m in awe of you i alr know this fic is gonna bite me right in the heart T_T

their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MICKEYYYYY I’M CRYING this is so sweet…… hhhhhh the comfy captain and their loved teammates :((( nobody is upset with you!!! nobody blames you!!!!! aaaaa this rlly does feel like a scene straight out of hq i can practically see the animation 😞😞 it’s just !! so raw and heartfelt n achey but so so comfy :((((((( the tender embrace….. the shivers and tears……. “you’re okay” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY WEAKNESS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 just!!! the captain being sooo reassuring and kind …… kinda fell for them oops </3 started thinking of daichi that’s my bad.

BUT just from this i can tell oikawa is gonna be theeee comfiest little guy :333 i’m so excited.. the angst is getting to me …. i need to be healed …..

you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."

…………… captain 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY’RE SO SWEEETTTTT I’M WEEPING . the world’s smallest and saddest smile :((((( sniffle sniffle

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

AAAAAA THE VENDING MACHINE TRANSITION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD i loved how you did that…… your brain……. it’s not mean at all bc it’s not you ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

AND HERE HE ISSSSSSS our new resident pretty boy of loserville!!!!! and i . already feel so immensely soft for him LMAO…. just!! the way he’s so observant!!!!! usually so eager to joke and mess around but now he’s quiet……. “just do it already” HHHHHH 😔😔 reader wincing when they realize they sound mean…….. the tense atmosphere………… and oikawa’s pov :(((

how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason. please, look at me.

MICKEYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i just met him but i already know i’m gonna love this little guy… this caring little ball of fluffy hair ………. ur writing here is just so pretty mickey i’m tempted to just paste a bunch of paragraphs one after the other but i also need to rant my own thoughts ……… he LOVES your smile :((((( just . yeah!! canon. he likes to tease and he likes the banter and he loves your smile sm that he isn’t even risking a tiny joke.

AND THE “please look at me” MICKEYYY STOP :((((((((

his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

”his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well” HE’S SO ……. hhhhhhhh i rlly do think oikawa is so complex and i haven’t seen enough of hq to comfortably form my own opinion LMAO but… the way u depict him feels so real…. the honesty in his eyes and the silence. but also the knowledge that he won’t make fun of you!!!! bc he’s not that kind of guy!!!! he’s not mean just a hater but never at you. never when you can’t even look him in the eye ☹️☹️

and hhhh . reader’s negative feelings that just keep seeping through…….. “the joke has already been made” and it’s them :(( or so they think.

if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."

:(((((((( YOU DID WELLLL… IM GNA CRY …. ohhhh he’s trying so hard to comfort you. to make the sadness go away 😔😔 and again … idk what u put in these descriptions but i want you to know i’m gnawing at every single one the fatigue is sooo palpable i started physically feeling ill. mickey ur angst honestly isn’t good for my health the comfort better make up for it i’m so serious 😥😥😥

everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better. "do you want me to stay with you?"

he’s so !!!!!!! :(((( hhhhh . get ready for a lot of :(s btw bc that’s all i can feel as i’m reading ….. he just wants to make it better!!! but he’s such an awkward little loser he doesn’t know how to go abt it :(( he’s trying though and it’s making me so soft……

you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

I’M SHAKING THIS READER BY THEIR SHOULDERS HHHHH it’s not their fault!!!! they’re just so frustrated still :(((((( aaaaa i know i’m just repeating myself atp but what else is new . i just think you’re so good at making ur readers feel real and human !!! at making them charming and grounded but also so easy to relate to…. bc who wouldn’t feel awful and bitter after losing at smth they care so deeply about???

AAA AND IWA’S HERE oh great he’s also fucking awkward…………… PHSJDHJD NO IM KIDDING i think they’re both so sweet :33 there’s also sm respect here i think!!! they know how it feels so they’re not gonna throw out some superficial words that don’t do anything ….. there’s this silent understanding that i’m so weak for. gulping it down as we speak

the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt. (…) for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless.

THIS BREAKDOWN ACHED SO BADDDDD but the descriptions were very tasty so thank u still 😞😞 . just a big pile of guilt …. it’s also so cathartic to see reader finally let all their emotions out!! but aaaaa the fact that they’re stuck in their own choice to be alone and regretting it :((( they don’t wanna be alone they want their teammates or captain or just . Anyone to be there with them.

…… meanwhile oikawa is in his room spiralling LMAO he’s so real <3333 BUT I LOVEDDD THE CONVO BETWEEN HIM AND IWA their banter and dialogue is just so good … i love them i do …… “is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?” “no.” :(((((( aaa he thinks of your sad eyes and he just can’t sit still.

"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.

I CAN FEEL YOUR LOVE FOR GOODNATURED PRETTY BOYS BLEEDING OUT HERE BTW so real of u …. he just wants to be good <33333 i Exploded. AND KNIGHT MENTION‼️‼️‼️ HE WANTS TO BE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ‼️‼️‼️ he’s so silly and stupid and nice and he wants his little reader to feel okay again …… T_T

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting.

YOUR OIKAWA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i sniffled. AND HE’S WEARING GLASSES MICKEYYYY I’M SHAKING UR SHOULDERS ty for the food i’m gnawing at his bones <3333

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

:((( he’s so ……. i feel like oikawa is so caring in such a direct way . that feels right to me. he’s maybe not super attuned to emotions in the way some other characters are but i think he just has this innate… instinct to know what you need. he’s an observant boy!!!! mickey i hope u know this fic is actively shaping the way i see oikawa i’m new in hq land obviously but i’m so happy that this is the first fic of him i’m reading :33

and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHHHH these pieces of comfort and everything after MORE than made up for the angst btw 🫂🫂 u have been let out of mickey jail. HE’S MERELY OBSERVING INSTEAD OF DISSECTING 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 …. dissection mention. i feel insane. the emphasis u put on his eyes is so good btw maybe it’s the gojo instinct in us BUT LIKE… it just fits so well somehow. oikawa and his stupidly warm stupidly pretty brown eyes 😔😔

AND THE HUG …….. the fond look and the way reader just melts into him…….. hhhhh it made me feel so mushy T—T we’re so back mickeynation our lord n savior is supplying the cozy intimacy we need…….

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs. but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

:(((( MICKEY THIS ACTUALLY ACHEDDDD i feel so bad for them ….. AND OIKAWA’S HEART ACHING hhhhhhhh he just wants to make you smile!!!!!! he’s so frustrated!!!!!!!!!

he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.

needed to paste the whole paragraph bc it made me melt into a boneless puddle ….. no one writes intimacy quite like u mickey. ik i say it a lot but i mean it so sincerely!! he’s warm and stable and he’s there….. AND THE COOOOO u alr know what that did to me 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and it’s genuine!!!!! goddd i need him so bad why must i fall victim to cooing men….. what the hell is their problem ………… 😔😔 sniffle. he’s so sweet.

ACKKKK THE ”i got you”……. him guiding you to bed…… the kiss……… the quiet praise…………… it just never stops. the Care is so present n overflowing and you can just tell he’s doing his best to comfort you properly :(((( mickey i think u get oikawa so well like. he’s canonically theeeee hard worker of hard workers and that would 100% follow him into this kinda situation 😔😔😔 he needs you to feel better and he needs you to smile. and he’ll work so hard to get it !!! wahhhh i just love ur kawa sm :((((

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

OUR ACTS OF SERVICE KINGGGGG ‼️‼️‼️ ohhhhh he’s so Good .

AND THE BANTER :(((( the silly jokes and laughter and relief !!!! bc you feel better and he’s there and he’s silly and stupid and so caring it hurts. kawa is 100% the kinda boy to make a fool out of himself just to cheer you up isn’t he …… like he’s soooo cunning and observant and smart but if it makes you laugh he’ll make a joke out of himself 💔💔

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid." "no, you're stupid." he grins back.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MICKEYYYY THE NOSE BOOP IM A WEAK WEAK INDIVIDUAL HAVE MERCY ON ME …… love is stored in the ”stupid” ”dummy” ”dumbass” etcetc i know we agree on this…. ur banter is always sooo lovely and soft i am biting them both they’re the cutest T—T

"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know." heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

I EXPLODEDDDDDDDD the genuine kawa praise…. he’s soooo proud !!!! READE RBLUSHING I WOULD TOO what is it with us and these . half-sincere half-joking pretty boys …. 😞😞 who tease you and coo at you but when they hand out those crumbs of genuine appreciation and praise you just melt . because there’s nothing else to do. we’ll never be free of them i fear also i need u to know this entire scene made my chest feel so warm n fuzzy <33 ty my dearest belovedest spouse for my daily dose of mickey intimacy i need it like i need air to breathe

his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language – thank you.

AND THISSSSSSS gahhhh……… the silent understanding between you…….. it really is my greatest weakness i think :((( kawa noticing and translating your little cues… he would be so good w a grumpy snarky little s/o…… bc he knows what you mean and he’ll answer in kind . there’s sooo much love in the banter and jokes and just !! the appreciation. it means so much to meeeee i feel so soft……. i know i keep repeating myself but genuinely mickey u r so talented and skilled and so good at writing emotions and intimacy and building up dynamics … i am sniffling bc of u always but in a good way. ilysm AND i love ur kawa …..

…… as i’m reading over this rb again i also realized that the oikawa -> kawa transition happened as i was reading this fic and . i hope u realize that your writing is changing me and turning me into a bigger kawa stan. he’s earned himself a silly little nickname :33 I FEEL SO LUCKY TO BE ABLE TO LEARN ABT THE HQ BOYS THROUGH YOU nobody writes pretty boys quite like u !!! he’s soft and teasing and annoying and complex and just . so good. this is just my own take obv but i don’t think he’s too soft here at all!!!! that’s just the way i see him but i think oikawa is a bit of a crippling softie when it’s someone he really likes …. he’s an awkward little guy but also smooth in how well he knows u 🥺 need him so bad .

i rlly hope this ended up somewhat coherent PHDKDK….. your fics and drabbles and writing in general is tastier than any breakfast i could’ve had. i’m munching on you lovingly this was a wild ride but i enjoyed it so much!!!!! T_T pls pat kawa on the head and tell him i love him very much <3333

☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; 4k, this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid

in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.

you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.

because of you.

a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.

you did well!

an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.

after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.

you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.

good game!

you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.

the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.

everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.

your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.

they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.

"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.

"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."

they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?

you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.

and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.

"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.

oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.

please, look at me.

the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.

your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.

his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.

your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.

oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.

"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?

"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.

"oikawa!"

from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"

when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"

good game!

he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?

"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.

pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."

another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"

oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—

breathe... in...

and out...

you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.

clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.

for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?

you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.

a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."

"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."

oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"

"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"

oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."

"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.

"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.

knock! knock! knock!

dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.

but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.

it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.

for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.

your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.

"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."

his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.

he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.

for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.

and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.

he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.

"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.

but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.

oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.

his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."

after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.

he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.

the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.

"did..."

your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.

"did iwaizumi send you?"

...

"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."

he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.

"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"

it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.

oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.

"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"

"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"

oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."

before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.

"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.

"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.

"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.

"am i gonna have to console you now?"

"yes." he deadpans.

...

you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."

"no, you're stupid." he grins back.

he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."

he rolls his eyes. "pffft."

...

pfft?

"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.

heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.

"your breath stinks, you know."

thank you.

#I’M SO HAPPY KAWA IS PART OF UR BLORBO ROSTER NOW BTW ‼️‼️#can’t wait to read more of him in the future :333 our little pretty loserboy ….#aaaaa but seriously the way u wrote this…. hurt/comfort the mickey trope Ever the blend between sadness and softness gets me Every time……….#gna be thinking abt this forever i think #hhhh i really should start reading more hq fics…… T_T hypothetically. how much money would u want for a kuroo fic 🙏🙏#ill give u hugs n kisses too!!!#no but tysm for this mickey i love him and i love u 🫂🫂🫂 i hope ur morning is treating u so so sweetly <33333 #MWAH many kisses for u and ur brain and ur hands!!!!#oikawa being a cooer is ruining my life btw….. can’t stop thinking abt it………. you make my life so difficult 😔😔 ily always #writing ✩

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