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teddybeartoji · 10 months ago

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彡 A MASSIVE PILE OF GUILT

☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; 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 wc: 4k

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.

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.

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.

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."

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."

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."

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.

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."

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

"your breath stinks, you know."

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.

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cottonlemonade · 10 months ago

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Making Up After A Fight

word count: 756 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst with happy ending

warnings: none, just Oikawa being hard on himself and insecure

Oikawa hates fighting as much as you do.

But sometimes it was inevitable. His training schedule had been crazy, the coach had scolded him for putting too much pressure on his bad knee and he was frustrated with himself for delivering, as he thought, disappointing performances on the court lately.

And unfortunately, you were the best girlfriend through all of this. Something he should be happy about, but like many times before it just made him realize that he didn't deserve you.

He couldn't give you the time he wanted. He wished more than anything that you would just tell him how disappointed you were in the relationship and in him, for not being good enough, there enough, doting enough - he hated it. He hated every second, because he knew that when he got to his phone at the end of training, a sweet and loving message would wait for him, saying that you missed him. You would have maybe sent a picture of something cute that reminded you of him during your day or suggested something to do together on his next day off. It was infuriating that you never blamed him for not being the boyfriend he should be.

So it came as no surprise that one night after practice, when he was over at your place, he snapped. He just arrived, took off his shoes and smelled the lovely home cooked meal that was simmering on the stove. You came to greet him, smiling tiredly but genuinely happy to see him and he couldn't take it anymore. He started yelling and gesturing, asking you why you even bothered with him, told you how you weren't right for him, that you made him feel like garbage, turned on his heels, grabbed his shoes and left.

You stood in the doorway of your kitchen, not knowing, not understanding what had just happened but you also knew that he had never yelled at you before. Ever. Sure you'd seen him frustrated and stressed but even then his outbursts were never directed at you. Not like this.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You grabbed your phone, wanting to call him, had already one arm in your jacket to go after him, but decided against it.

The phone in your hand buzzed but it was only a text from your friend asking about your day. You typed a nondescript reply, not wanting them to worry and promised to call tomorrow.

Now only silence filled your apartment. Silence and the taunting smell of an untouched dinner.

You paced a while up and down your living room, throwing tentative glances through your window to see if you could maybe spot him on the dark street below. But nothing.

You started several messages to Tooru but deleted them before hitting send - none of them sounded right.

Not knowing what else to do, you put the now cold dinner into the fridge, took a shower and headed to bed, unable to stop more tears rolling onto the pillow.

You heard the front door unlock at around 1 am, but didn't know if you just imagined it in your half sleep state.

A soft knock came from your bedroom door. You weren’t exactly in the mood to talk, so you stayed quiet. Another soft knock and the door opened slowly. For the longest moment Oikawa just stood in the doorway, looking at your, he assumed, sleeping form.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes and then shrugged off his jacket to sit on the bed. Slowly, carefully, he laid down behind you, moving closer to wrap his arm around your soft waist.

"Are you awake?", he murmured.

You shifted slightly to show him you were.

"I'm really sorry.", he whispered gingerly into the crook of your neck, "You did absolutely nothing wrong, I promise. It's just with the training and my screw ups at the last match and you have been so great about it all and-"

You heard his throat closing up as he nuzzled closer to you, "I really don't know how you put up with it. I'm never around, I never have time to do normal couple stuff, I mess up your sleep schedule and you never complain. I feel horrible."

You finally turn around to face him. "Well, I am mad at you now, if that makes you feel better."

He had to chuckle through his tears and bit his lip, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I love you, darling."

You snuggled into his chest and entwined your fingers with his. "I love you, too."

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accioscarheadthings · 6 months ago

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↳ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁 - 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

haikyuu x athelete!reader

summary - you have a bad practice session and you come home in a bad mood, mind buzzing with self-deprecating thoughts.

warnings - angst, self-deprecating thoughts, insecurities, anxiety attack

author's note: a little self-indulgent fic 'cause i had a bad day at volleyball practice. and ended up with a bloody nose:/

this is for all my athelete girlies who had a bad day at practice.

it sucks, i know. but the world doesn't end because of one bad day.

you are good enough. <33

featuring characters — SUGUWARA, DAICHI, KUROO, ASAHI, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, OSAMU, AKAASHI

main masterlist !

the coach's decision to bench you during the previous match had hit you like a punch to the gut. you had stood on the sidelines, watching the game unfold without you, your mind swimming with self-doubts and insecurities.

the coach's words echoed in your head:

"what has gotten into you?!"

"you just weren't giving us what we needed then,"

the words stung, and you couldn't shake off the sense of worthlessness. you had watched your teammates play, and every mistake they made or point they lost had only fueled your doubts.

the feeling of not being good enough intensified, your confidence crumbling with each passing moment.

you felt your knee begin to bounce, worry bubbling within you. your breath coming out in low gasps and exhales.

you felt utterly worthless as if you didn't deserve to be on the team. the weight of your own failures and inadequacies seemed to pile up on you, pressing down on your chest and making it hard to breathe.

you couldn't help but believe that you had let everyone down, that you weren't cut out for this, and that everyone could see it.

you pressed down at your chest, inhaling and exhaling, trying to get your anxiety in check. you could feel your pulse increasing, a steady rise in thumping. sweat rolled down your temple, making its way down your trembling face.

the match was a tough one, with you making a series of costly mistakes that led to a 13-25 defeat.

it was a mere practice match, but that didn't make the loss any less brutal.

as you stood by the bench, watching the coach and your teammates discussing the strategy for the next match, you couldn't help but feel like you didn't deserve to be there.

your breathing became more shallow, and you wrung your hands at your sides, shaking them to drive the tension out of your body.

every failed play, every missed shot, every wrong decision replayed in your mind like a broken record.

for now, your pulse had slowed from the initial panic, but a new kind of pressure seemed to take its place.

your heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, like a vice gripped it with relentless force. each breath felt labored, as though your chest was filled with a heavy weight that threatened to crush you.

you questioned your abilities and your place on the team, wondering if you were really up for the position.

you trudged into the apartment after the match, feeling utterly defeated.

"there's my girl!" your boyfriend greeted you with a warm smile, "how did the match go?"

but your mood was so low that you could only manage a brief, half-hearted hug and a muttered greeting, "hi. was okay,"

he frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, his concern deepening when you didn't kiss him in greeting.

you made a beeline for the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and collapsing onto the bed.

the solitude of the room allowed your thoughts to run wild, as doubts and insecurities threatened to drown you.

you were consumed with a sense of failure and the weight of disappointment that came right with it.

i'm so bad at this game

maybe i should quit

my coach must think i suck

the team is better off without me-

you sat up slowly, facing the full-length mirror on the side of the room.

your eyes raked over the jersey you were wearing, down to the number on it.

your vision blurred and you swiped at them angrily.

angry at your inability to perform to your fullest potential.

angry at your-fucking pathetic-self

"y/n," he came into the room and kneeled in front of you. he had an idea of what may have happened and reached your side at once.

you turned away, not wanting to be seen in this sorry state. weak and fragile.

what good am i for him anyway if I'm so broken?

you pushed away that thought, feeling your throat close up, "i don't wanna talk about it,"

everything annoyed you at this point. the air of failure and agony around you, the rapid beating of your merciless heart, low breaths that came out as huffs, the jersey number you wore with utmost humiliation.

he held your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheekbone, "hug or talk?"

it was a common phrase that you both used in a severe case of bad days.

"neither," you mumbled, not yet meeting his eyes.

he knew it meant you were in desperate need of a hug. you were just too prideful to ask for it.

"what is it, love? is it something i can help with?" he prodded, "is it the game?"

you stilled, pursing your lips, confirming your boyfriend's statement.

"it was so so bad. the worst by far. i don't know what the fuck i was doing. i was so shit-faced," you rambled, "i feel useless. I'm so behind others. maybe i should just quit, instead of making a fool of myself," you covered your face with your palms, fingers digging into your teary eyes.

his heart ached as he saw your lips tremble. he could see the doubt and vulnerability in your eyes, and it only served to strengthen his determination to make you believe him.

"hey, listen to me. it's okay to be disappointed about the game. but you didn't mess up. you did your best, and that's all that matters. everyone makes mistakes, and it's part of the game. you can't blame yourself for everything, okay?"

you shook your head slowly in denial, jaw ticking as you struggled to hold yourself together.

his heart broke at your devastated condition, "baby, don't do this to yourself. i know you're upset and probably blaming yourself for what happened, but you have to understand that it's not all your fault. it's a team sport, and everyone makes mistakes. you can't dwell on it and beat yourself up over it. that's not going to help anything,"

"i could've helped it!" you snapped, "i could've helped it if i-i-," you sputtered, searching for the right words, "if i wasn't such a fucking loser," you added the last bit in a shaky voice and the dam broke.

he rested his forehead against yours in comfort, watching the way tears cascaded down your cheeks, "that's not true. don't talk about yourself like that. you're not a loser. you're a determined and talented athlete. you just had a bad game, that's all. one day doesn't define you as a person or as a player. you work hard, and i know you'll do better next time,"

"i feel like i've lost myself," you mumbled weakly.

despite hearing the defeated tone in your voice, he noticed your bouncing knee, the rapid breathing, the rage- oh my god

"baby, i need you to take deep breaths for me, okay? i'm pretty sure you're experiencing an anxiety attack,"

"i have for the past 3 hours," you sniffled, knowing it very well. you screwed your eyes shut and forcing more hot tears down your cheeks, "i can't stop it. it won't stop. it hurts too much but-" you gasped for air, "i deserve all this pain don't i?"

"shh, shh," he sat on the bed next to you, pulling you onto his side and wrapping his arms around you.

his heart ached when you whimpered and he rested his chin on the top of your head. he could feel the tension and self-doubt radiating off of you, wanting nothing more to soothe your worries.

"no you don't deserve it," he held you tighter, feeling you sob silently against his chest, "don't carry this around," he peppered kisses on your hair, holding you against his large frame, "you're not alone, mkay?"

"i don't even know why i'm crying," you sniffled, "god, i need to get a grip,"

"no, it's okay. let it out. nothing wrong in that, you don't need to justify your emotions. i'll hold you through it,"

he held you tighter as you sobbed, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

he didn't say anything, just let you cry and release your emotions, his body serving as a source of comfort and support.

he talked you through it, whispering into your ear until you calmed from your anxiety peak.

"that's it. you're dooing so well. give me deep breaths, just like that. mm good girl," he whispered, his voice soft. "it's okay. just let it out. i'm here. i'm not going anywhere,"

he reached up a hand to wipe away the tear, his touch gentle and tender, "what do you say i draw you a bath, huh?"

"will u join me?" you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, red from all the waterworks.

"i want you to run me over with a car, if i ever say no to that question, ever," he stated in a monotone voice, causing you to let out a teary chuckle.

and so you and your lover were relaxing in the bathtub, surrounded by a warm, comforting glow of candlelight. the soothing heat of the water was helping to loosen your tense muscles, and the bubble-filled surface created a private, intimate space for the two of you.

as you sat nestled between his legs with your back to his chest, he listened quietly, his eyes fixed on you as you vented about your frustrations with the recent game.

he didn't interrupt, but rather offered a sympathetic nod or gentle touch, letting you speak your mind and release your pent-up stress.

"-and then the next thing i knew, i got benched," you shrugged weakly, biting your lip in thought.

he kissed your hair and you eaned back into his body, "s'okay, darling," he soothed.

you huffed in annoyance, waving your hand through the water.

He spoke gently, his voice soft and reassuring in the quiet intimacy of the bathtub. "y/n, you're incredible. I've watched you play and you become possessed by the game, completely pouring your passion into it. and i admire it. how much heart and soul you put into every game. I'm proud of you,"

his words caught you off guard, feeling how much it touched you. no one has ever told you that. and it felt foreign.

like you didn't deserve to hear it.

you hummed in response, grateful that he couldn't see the vulnerable expression on your face.

but he knew you well, and he recognized the underlying emotions behind your subtle reactions.

he gently tilted your head over your shoulder, looking at you intently. "look at me," he said, his voice firm but caring.

as you met his gaze, he repeated his words with a sincerity that resonated deep within your soul. "i'm proud of you," he said again, his voice filled with conviction.

as you processed his words, you felt a mixture of emotions stirring within you. you nodded, managing a weak smile, but the weight of his words and the raw vulnerability they stirred up made you inhale sharply.

it felt like he was touching upon something deep within you, something fragile yet beautiful.

gently, he shifted your position so that you were now straddling him in the water, creating a soft, rippling barrier in the warm, candlelit bath.

he caressed your thigh under the water, the contact sending shivers down your spine. his other hand held your chin, keeping your gaze locked on him, "I am proud of you," he repeated, the truth of his words reflected in his steady eyes.

you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. the variety of emotions building within you were almost too much to contain.

he pulled you closer, his arms enveloping you in a tight, loving hug, and pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss.

you reciprocated the action, resting your hand on the side of his face. the bubbles and water were like a soft, warm cocoon around you both.

he hugged you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. he held you close, anchoring you in the moment with his love.

the water lapped around you both, creating a gentle, lulling rhythm. he trailed his lips down your jaw, cheek and to the column of your neck.

"but i'm not just talking about your skills," he continued, his voice growing softer as he spoke. "i'm proud of the person you are. you're strong, determined, and fiercely passionate. you never give up, no matter how tough things get." his words hung in the air, filling the quiet space with a sense of warmth and reassurance.

you could feel yourself starting to relax in his arms, the weight of his words and their implication slowly seeping into your heart.

you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, letting his words into your hurting heart.

his thumb traced lazy patterns on your back and his other hand gently massaged your thigh, the contact creating a trail of sparks that raced under your skin.

he let the moment linger, giving you time to process the emotions his words had stirred up. the water continued to ripple gently around you as if echoing the turbulence within you.

"you're amazing," he finally said, breaking the silence, "amazing, and worthy, and strong. and i am proud of you for that. always,"

you felt a lump forming in your throat again, the raw honesty in his voice almost too much to bear.

but you also felt a strange sense of relief, as if his words were like a balm to the bruised parts of your soul.

the tears started flowing again, but this time they were different. they were born out of a mixture of gratitude, love, and a quiet acceptance of the truth in his words.

he held you through it, not saying anything else, but just being there for you.

and that was all you needed.

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lunamochii · 10 months ago

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'your love and support is what keeps me going.' oikawa toru x f!reader

"Are you coming? Class is going to start."

You read the message of your friend replied "I am, just buying something." Bowing to the shopkeeper, you exited the shop and prepared your speech on why you are late to your teacher. Thankfully, she just let you in and your friends is eyeing you suspiciosly.

The class went on for an hour and half and with each minute passing by, you can tell your body temperature rising. You thought your fever will go away yesterday since you just stayed all day at your house. You even said no to the date you supposed to have with Oikawa. The moment the class ended, you excused yourself from your friends who wanted to know why you're late, you were never late.

"Shit.." You whine when you felt the throbbing pain inside your head again, you already drink some medicine but it's not doing any good. Looking at yourself at the mirror, you look horrible.

"Are you okay, miss?" Looking up, you notice some first years and you just weakly smiled at them

"I am, thanks." They just nodded and went out of the bathroom, after fixing yourself. You tried your best to get to your classroom, your vision getting blurry and it's like everything is spinning. The moment you open the door of your room, your head began to throb, horribly.

Last thing you heard is the voice of your classmates and friends screaming your name.

The last thing Oikawa wants right now is the attention from his fans, he likes it don't get him wrong but he really wants to focus on their training this time.

"Are you still mad because she declined your date?"

Iwaizumi said when he approach the setter, Oikawa woke him up at the middle of his nap just to cry and whine on how you don't love him anymore. He knows his bestfriend is a lil'bit dramatic so he let him rant and he just went back to sleep.

"We planned it for so long! She knows our schedule doesn't match up so we specifically agreed on that date."

The brunette huff and spike the ball he was holding and let out a sigh, if something came up you would've told him. Iwaizumi stared at his bestfriend before shrugging and returning to practice, some time later there was a commotion at the entrance of th gym

"Please! We need to speak to Oikawa-san!"

"I told you that his busy!"

Coach Nobuteru glared at his captain and Oikawa grimace and went to calm down his 'fans' but before he could speak, your angry bestfriend shove all the girls and glared to Oikawa

"Your girlfriend collapsed!"

He didn't need to get a go signal from his coach and sprinted towards the clinic of their school. He never ran that fast all his life, he was panting, hard, catching his breath as he entered the clinic where he saw you getting check up by the nurse

"Baby.." he manage to blurt out while wiping the sweat off from his face and approach where you are "Rest for 15 minutes first. Oikawa take her home after she take this medicine." He nodded and grab the medicine from the nurse's hand. The nurse excuse herself and slightly close the curtain, enough to cover you and Oikawa.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You look at him and sighs "You have a match coming up, I wouldn't want you catching my sickness."

It's true but you could have inform him, he grab the stool and sat beside you. You laid down on the bed, facing him. Your right hand slowly coming up to cup his cheeks and he groan feeling how hot your palm is.

"I'm sorry. I know we've been looking forward for our date yesterday... I'm so-"

"Shush it doesn't matter. All that matters is you'll be healthy and energetic again, okay? Now, rest. I'll go get our things, when I come back you'll take this medicine and we'll go home, okay?"

Even if you are wearing a facemask, he can still see your smile. He lean forward and kiss your forehead and almost curse when he felt his lips get burn. Even if he misses the practice tomorrow, he'll nurse you back to help. He won't get weak just by missing a single practice. Plus, when you are all well again he'll have your whole love and support and it's enough to fuel his desire to win everything in life.

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mavrintarou · 1 year ago

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [5]

I know, you all have been patient with me on this series. Really want to finish WYE with an explosion lol so please continue to bear with me on that one.

Warning: none, just two humans trying to be better...

Fourth part Sixth part

Y/n waited patiently outside their units by the elevator for Toru and Mateo.

At last, their door cracked open and Toru stepped out with Mateo strapped to his chest in a baby carrier facing outward. “Oh!” Toru’s eyes widen, “how long have you been waiting for? You should have come over.”

Y/n smiled, shaking her head. “I wasn’t waiting long, I figured you guys would come out eventually.” She stepped forward and held her hands, “give me the diaper bag, I’ll carry that.”

Toru was reluctant to but gave in. “Thank you.” He turned so Mateo could see her, “say hi, Teo.”

“Hi, Mateo!” Y/n cooed, rubbing his cheek. He smiled bashfully and Y/n spotted a tiny white tooth appearing. “Is that a tooth?”

“Yep, he’s teething and drooling everywhere,” Toru answered, indicating the bib around his neck, was already damp with drool.

She had gone a few days without seeing them but they had made plans to go out to the new restaurant that opened down the street.

Y/n slipped the backpack pack and pressed the button for the elevator, “shall we head down?” Mateo answered excitedly kicking and flapping his arms.

Toru reserved a private room that was closed off from the public area. Although he played professional volleyball for another country, Toru held a large enough fan base in his home country. He was often recognized out in public and bombarded with questions and requests for autographs.

Mateo sat in the high chair patiently waiting to be fed by his dad.

Toru’s phone buzzed for the second time after he silenced the first call. He sighed, “do you mind if I take this call?”

Y/n nodded, setting her chopsticks down so she could take Mateo’s feeding spoon and his baby food. “Not at all, go for it.”

Toru gave her an apologetic expression and exited the room before answering the call.

Mateo immediately blabbered, eyeing his food in her hand. “Okay, okay,” Y/n giggled quickly feeding him. “Yummy, right?” He smiled, showing his gummy smile. “Goodness, you’re so cute, Mateo!”

Y/n couldn’t deny that he held a special spot in her heart. She has always been softhearted for babies in general but something about Mateo, he had her wrapped around his chubby tiny fingers.

She wiped his mouth and continued to feed him when Toru reentered the room, she could immediately sense the irritation in him even if he quickly tried to mask it with a smile. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated but sighed, he took a seat again and wiped Mateo’s mouth. “It was the head coach for Japan’s volleyball team. He’s trying to recruit me to play for them now that I’m back in Japan.”

“You… don’t want to play anymore?” Y/n grabbed Mateo’s cup, giving him some water.

He remained silent for a few seconds before uttering a quiet, “no.” He inhaled sharply, looking at her before continuing, “with the piano, do you ever have moments where you question your passion? Like you’ve plateaued and don’t know where you’re going with it anymore? That’s where I’m at. I don’t know if I just don’t care for it anymore or I’ve done all that I can and I’m ready to start something new now.” Toru lets out a chuckle, “I never thought there would be a day I would say that,” he looked over at Mateo, reaching over to brush his hair, “until this little guy came along. I want to spend as much time as possible with him because I know how hectic it’ll be if I continue to play professionally.”

Y/n nodded, understanding him. “I feel the same way too.”

Toru’s eyes locked with hers, “about your career?” She nodded to his question.

“For a few months now, I’ve been stuck in limbo contemplating what I want to do with my career now. I was blessed to play alongside some of the greatest and most amazing musicians and traveled for my career,” her voice paused as if she was reminiscing on old memories. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

Toru nodded, “that’s exactly what I feel too, got to play for an international team and traveled, played professionally… what more do I want or can I do now?”

“Do you feel like… you just need a break? A breather?”

“Yes,” Toru answered with a smile, understanding exactly what she meant. “To be clear, I’m not saying I’m done with volleyball, I think I just need a break like you said. A long break.”

Y/n looked over at Mateo who was blowing bubbles, she smiled lovingly at him before looking at Toru. “Well, if you’re looking for a sign to take one, I’ll be the sign. I give you permission to take a long break, Oikawa Toru.”

Toru’s eyes water as he looks down, chuckling. “Why are you always making me cry, Y/n?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, “don’t cry! I’m not making fun of you, I promise!”

He shook his head, looking up and wiping his tears away. “No, I know you’re not making fun of me, it’s just… you’ve been saying everything that I just need to hear and it’s so relieving. So, thank you. Thank you for giving me permission to take a break.”

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Toru came out of the men’s bathroom shortly after he entered and looked at Y/n with a face she couldn’t quite decipher.

“That was… a fast diaper change,” Y/n’s tone was filled with half sarcasm and amusement.

Toru made a face, “I’m really sorry to ask this but the men’s bathroom doesn’t have a changing table…”

“Ah,” Y/n reached for the diaper bag and took Mateo, “come on, Teo – let’s go change your poopy diaper.”

“Thank… you…” he watched the two of them march and disappear into the women’s bathroom happily.

His heart raced with a mixture of emotions. Gratitude welled up within him, an unspoken appreciation for Y/n’s boundless kindness and loving heart. Each passing day seemed to deepen his feelings for her, as he found himself falling for her even more.

Toru knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist letting the scenarios in his mind play out temporarily. Observing how wonderfully Y/n interacts with Mateo, he couldn’t help but envision the possibility of them forming a small, loving family.

He doesn’t have the heart to admit how he has been longing to complete his little family and he knows Y/n means no harm by it but he couldn’t help but just wonder… how does she feel?

Will she be willing?

Can she see a future with him and Mateo?

He knows he’s getting ahead of himself and he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t have such expectations. He should just be thankful that Y/n wants to associate herself with them.

“What?...” Toru mumbled when he felt the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. His balance wavered as he swiftly realized that an earthquake was occurring at the very moment.

Screams and shouts echoed around him as he scanned his surroundings. Cars had come to a halt, and buildings were shaking violently. The tremors beneath his feet intensified, causing windows to shatter and fall from various directions.

“Y/n!” Toru shouted, deftly avoiding falling debris and frantic people in his rush to reach the women’s bathroom. “Y/n!” he cried out, as a group of women inadvertently surged past him in their haste to exit the restroom. Amid the chaos, he was jostled and pushed back from the women’s bathroom, but he stood firm and pressed onward, still shouting, “Y/n!”

“Toru!” He heard Y/n’s scream, “Toru, we’re still inside!”

With no time to spare, he rushed into the bathroom, pushing aside any concern. He advanced further until he turned the corner, where he discovered Y/n hurriedly trying to get Mateo off the small changing table. He swiftly collected Mateo’s belongings and stuffed them into the backpack. “We have to leave quickly,” he urged.

“I think it’s safest to remain here, the walls are cemented and there’s no windows.” She pressed Mateo close to her chest, a protective hand over his head. She looked down at the changing table, “this table is large enough to cover us, we should get under it.”

Toru nodded and followed Y/n who scrambled underneath the table, securing Mateo tightly in her arms.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly as he started to cry. She pulled him tighter in her embrace, murmuring soothing words to calm him.

Toru’s arms enveloped them protectively, drawing them close as the ground shook even more violently than before. Dust and other debris began falling from the ceiling. The lights in the bathroom flickered and then, with a final quiver, lost their connection.

It was the longest few minutes of their lives holding their breath and praying for the earthquake to pass.

The ground had finally grown still, no longer quaking.

“Is it over?” Y/n whispered, her breath unsteady. She looked down at Mateo who calmed down and suckled his pacifier, staring back at her with wide eyes.

A light illuminated the closed-in bathroom as Toru turned on his flashlight on his phone. He looked at Y/n and Mateo before letting out a sigh of relief. “I think so.” He held his phone up, “I don’t have any signal.”

“Cellular towers must be down too,” Y/n shifted Mateo in her arms and gazed at the baby, “are you okay?” Having no clue what he had just gone through, he spat out his pacifier before smiling brightly at Y/n’s words, his dimples appearing on his chubby cheeks. Her heart melted and leaned to kiss his cheek. Her eyes widened for a split second, realizing what she had just done in front of Toru, and blushed, thankful they were still surrounded by the darkness. “We should… probably wait until they give us the green light to leave, we might be best staying here for now.”

Toru sighed and rolled his neck. “Yeah, I agree.” He reached over and let Mateo wrap his chubby fingers around his, “you are a trooper, not even realizing you just experienced your first earthquake.”

“It’s a story we’ll need to tell him later,” Y/n remarked.

Hearing her say ‘we’ll need to tell him later’ caused Toru’s heart to swell to the point of almost bursting. Those were simple words, but they filled him with hope that maybe she would continue to be part of their lives. He smiled as he watched his son burst into laughter while Y/n made funny noises and tickled him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before uttering the words he’d been dying to say. “I love your interactions with my son.”

Y/n turned her head, eyes wide before she smiled at him, “it’s hard to not adore him, Toru. I enjoy spending time with you two but I hope you don’t think I’m trying to evade your privacy or boundaries. I do – don’t want you to think I’m trying… to be his mother…”

“Can I be completely honest with you?” Toru murmured, gently tucking her bangs behind her ear. When Y/n nodded her head, he smiled warmly. “You are the most incredible female figure Mateo has ever had, and you’ve never crossed any boundaries or invaded our privacy. In fact, I’m sure Mateo agrees with me that we both would love for you to spend more time with us.” He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. “I just want you to know… and I hope what I’m about to say won’t scare you away because I don’t know what Mateo and I would do if you no longer want anything to do with us anymore but I can’t keep it to myself any longer, but God, Y/n, you have no idea how much I wish you were his mother.”

Mateo squealed loudly as if he understood and agreed with his father.

Y/n adverted her gaze momentarily, clearing her throat. “I once heard a quote: ‘Every child deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child,’” she began. Then, she turned her gaze back to Toru. “I won’t deny that what you just said caught me off guard, but it certainly didn’t frighten me.” Her eyes met his, silently conveying that she shared his sentiments. “To be completely honest also, I’ve been longing for a child for a few years now,” she admitted. She shifted her focus to Mateo and playfully wiggled his arms. “That’s partly why I lost my passion for the piano. I didn’t exactly know how I was going to make it happen, but…” she chuckled, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Let’s just say I’ve been on the baby-fever bandwagon for quite some time, and meeting Mateo… it truly was a blessing.”

Toru shifted, sitting with his back against the wall and staring off into the darkness. “It goes both ways, Y/n. You are a blessing to Mateo and me.” He reaches towards Mateo, who instantly grabs a hold of one of his fingers. “I – I was wondering… are you… seeing someone?”

It took Y/n a few seconds before she answered, “no, I’m not. That man you saw the other day was Woojin. He’s also a musician, and that’s how we became acquainted. But that was the last time I’ll be seeing him, we decided to go our ways.”

A small smile appeared on Toru’s lips, his heart was going through all sorts of emotions but at this moment, it was warm hearing Y/n confirm she was not seeing anyone.

“What about you, Toru?” Y/n inquired, “are you seeing someone?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I am not seeing anyone.” His breath trembled and his heart raced as his mind screamed at him, here’s your chance. “Although… I do want to get to know someone.” He glanced at Y/n to see her reaction before continuing, “if I should be so bold as to ask, are you open to seeing someone, Y/n?”

Y/n’s breath quickened, and her heart raced as her mind grappled with how to respond to him. She couldn’t deny that over the past few weeks since she’d met Toru and Mateo, she imagined and daydreamed about what life with them could be like. She also couldn’t deny that after she heard about Lucia, she had secretly wished she could have been the one to carry and give birth to Mateo, the sweet boy in her arms. The idea of considering a man who already had a child with a previous partner had never crossed her mind before, but in this situation, with Toru and Mateo, she realized she wouldn’t mind at all.

She cast him a shy glance, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. “If I’m allowed to be as bold as you,” she replied with a hesitant smile, “and if it’s you, then yes, I’d be open to seeing you.” She is immediately hit with the idea that she might have misunderstood his question and she quickly adds rashly, “oh my goodness, I just totally assumed you were referring to… you and I… I’m so emba – “

Her sentence was abruptly interrupted as Toru gently pressed his lips against hers, hushing her words. He gave her lips two tender pecks before pulling back, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips before meeting her eyes. “I’m referring to you and me,” he whispered.

“Toru,” Y/n whispered.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me again.”

His lips curved into a boyish grin before he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers softly. His hand comes to cup her face, taking it slow…

Toru’s breath hitched with Y/n’s mouth shifted and her tongue teased at his lower lip before he smirked and met her eagerness. He did not peg Y/n as one to take the lead in a kiss but he wasn’t going to complain if she preferred it. Cool chills ran down his spine as Y/n let out a soft moan against his mouth and all he could think about was how he wanted to hear more of it.

The moment was interrupted by their phones dinging with a notification informing them of the status of the aftermath. Seconds later, the lights in the bathroom flickered on.

Y/n was the first to pull away and Toru chuckled at the annoyed and slightly disappointed expression that briefly crossed her face. She then quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed with a blush.

Mateo cooed, reminding the two adults that he was still present. He suckled his fingers, drooling everywhere.

Toru playfully poked his son’s cheek, “sorry son, didn’t mean to make you the third wheel.”

Upon their return home, they found the apartment building’s management making announcements. They explained that the external structure of the building had not suffered any damage, but this assessment did not extend to the interior structure. Each unit would undergo inspection to ensure it met safety requirements.

As soon as the three stepped out of the elevator, Mateo was sound asleep in Toru’s arm.

“That was quite a day,” Y/n remarked, shifting her weight onto her heels. “Get some rest, and I’ll catch up with you…”

“On a date. I’m going to take you on a date, is that all right?” Toru finished her sentence for her.

Y/n nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. “I’d love that.”

“You go in first.” He jutted his chin towards her door, “have a good night.”

Y/n walked backward, maintaining eye contact with him until she gently bumped into the door. “Good night,” she whispered before disappearing into her unit.

She dreaded the idea of finding her place in disarray after the earthquake but to her surprise, when she reached the living room, only a few items lay scattered on the ground. Her piano was not a concern; she had it secure in place specifically for situations like earthquakes, and there was nothing near it that could have caused damage.

She tossed her purse on the couch and turned her heels to head for the kitchen when she froze and turned her heels 180 degrees.

Her hand covered her mouth as she muttered, “oh my gosh…”

A big portion of the thin wall that separated her unit from Toru had completely collapsed, and as Y/n stood there in shock, she met Toru’s mirrored expression of surprise.

. . .

E/n: Will be back to edit.

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shadypeacebouquet · 11 days ago

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Chapter 1 Prologue chapter 2

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Gerne: brother's best friend, childhood friends to lovers. Secret dating

Character: iwaizumi x oikawa's sister! Reader

Warning : there isn't really anything triggering but still 13+ ,oikawa.

Enjoy reading!!

✯♡Off the court ~♡✯

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The gym was alive with the rhythmic thud of volleyballs hitting the court, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, and the occasional bark of instructions from Coach Irihata. It was another grueling practice session for Aoba Johsai High School’s volleyball team.

Iwaizumi Hajime wiped the sweat from his brow, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the drills. He scanned the gym, his eyes naturally drifting toward the far end where you, Oikawa’s younger sister, stood.

Your presence was like a balm to the chaos—a gentle, calming contrast to the boisterous energy that Oikawa and the rest of the team exuded. You were the team’s first-year manager, a role you’d taken on with enthusiasm and grace.

As Oikawa’s little sister, expectations had been high, but you had exceeded them effortlessly. Where Oikawa was loud and flamboyant, you were soft-spoken and serene. It wasn’t just the team that adored you; even the typically stoic Coach Irihata had a soft spot for your kindness.

But for Iwaizumi, it was different.

---

The realization hit him like a well-placed spike during a practice match.

It had been a particularly close game, the tension in the gym palpable. Oikawa was in his element, commanding the court with his usual flair. But even with his leadership, the team had narrowly scraped by with a win.

You had been waiting on the sidelines, your hands clasped together as you watched intently. When the final whistle blew, you sprang into action, handing out water bottles and towels with a warm smile for each player.

When you approached Iwaizumi, your eyes sparkled with pride. "You were incredible out there, Iwaizumi-kun," you said, your voice as soothing as a lullaby.

"Uh, thanks," he managed, the heat in his cheeks betraying his usual composure.

From that moment, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

---

It wasn’t just your kindness that captivated him; it was the way you carried yourself with an effortless grace. The way your laughter lit up the room during breaks. The way you gently teased Oikawa, softening his edges in a way no one else could.

But with those feelings came complications.

For one, you were Oikawa’s sister. Pursuing you felt like stepping into a minefield. And then there was the fear—what if you didn’t feel the same? What if confessing ruined the easy camaraderie you shared?

So, Iwaizumi kept his feelings locked away, content to admire you from afar.

Or so he thought.

---

One evening after practice, as the rest of the team trickled out of the gym, you stayed behind to clean up.

"Need a hand?" Iwaizumi’s voice cut through the quiet, startling you.

You turned, surprised to see him still there. "Oh, Iwaizumi-kun! I thought you’d left with the others."

"Nah," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Figured I’d stick around."

The two of you worked side by side, the silence comfortable yet charged with an unspoken tension.

"You don’t have to do this, you know," he said after a while, his voice soft. "Staying late, cleaning up... You already do so much for the team ,just like you did when we were children"

"I want to," you replied, your eyes meeting his. "You all work so hard. This is the least I can do."

His heart skipped a beat at your sincerity.

"Still," he murmured, "you’re too good to us."

You laughed softly, the sound wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

---

A few weeks later, the team faced a particularly tough practice match against a rival school. Tensions were high, and even Oikawa, usually so composed, seemed rattled.

After the match, the gym was heavy with the weight of their loss. Oikawa slumped on the bench, his head in his hands. The rest of the team milled about, too exhausted to speak.

But then there was you.

You approached Oikawa first, a towel in hand. "Don’t beat yourself up, Tooru," you said gently. "You’ll bounce back. You always do."

Oikawa looked up at you, his expression softening. "Thanks, Y/N-chan," he mumbled, his usual bravado stripped away.

Then you turned to Iwaizumi.

"You were incredible out there," you said, your eyes filled with unwavering admiration. "You always give it your all, no matter what."

Something in the way you said it made his chest tighten.

As the team began to disperse, Iwaizumi found himself lingering, his gaze following you as you packed up your things.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice steady but laced with nervous energy.

You looked up, surprised. "Yes?"

"I... I just wanted to say thanks. For everything you do. For the team. For me."

Your cheeks flushed, and you smiled shyly. "It’s nothing, really. I just want to help."

"No, it’s not nothing," he said firmly. "You’re amazing, Y/N. And I..."

He trailed off, his courage faltering.

But before he could say more, Oikawa’s voice echoed from the doorway.

"Y/N! Hurry up! I’m starving!"

You laughed, the moment shattered.

"Coming, Tooru!" you called back before turning to Iwaizumi. "Goodnight, Iwaizumi-kun."

As you left, Iwaizumi stood there, frustration bubbling within him.

---

The next day, he couldn’t take it anymore.

After practice, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the gym in hues of gold, he cornered you.

"Y/N," he said, his voice unwavering.

You blinked up at him, startled. "Iwaizumi-kun? Is something wrong?"

"I like you," he said, the words spilling out before he could stop them. "I’ve liked you for a while now. Not just as the team’s manager or Oikawa’s sister, but as you."

Your eyes widened, your lips parting in surprise.

"Iwaizumi-kun..." you began, your voice trembling.

He braced himself for rejection, his heart pounding in his chest.

But then you smiled—a soft, radiant smile that made the world fade away.

"I like you too," you said, your cheeks flushed. "I’ve liked you for a while now. I just didn’t know if you felt the same."

Relief washed over him, and before he could stop himself, he stepped closer.

"Can I...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, and in the next moment, his lips were on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative brush of lips, but it quickly deepened as the tension that had been building for weeks spilled over.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The gym, the world—everything faded away until there was only the two of you.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Iwaizumi rested his forehead against yours.

"I’ve wanted to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice low and husky.

"Me too," you whispered, your smile lighting up the dimly lit gym.

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Iwaizumi couldn’t help but think that, for the first time, he’d truly won.

#haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #anime fanfic #iwaizumi imagine #x reader #Spotify

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soullistrations · 6 months ago

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quick break from karasuno meltdown hours to talk about my favorite bits from the iwaoi flashback in s1e22:

love that this whole thing starts with iwaizumi saying he's glad that oikawa's smile is actually genuine this time. serves the two-fold purpose of reminding the audience that oikawa's better-than-you cooler-than-cool persona is just that--a persona, and also positions iwaizumi as The Guy That Sees Behind The Mask

so then the flashback is a peek behind that mask!

i love the juxtaposition of the 'i' language oikawa uses in the flashback--i have to win, i can't lose--with iwaizumi's 'we' language in his narration--we wanted to reach new heights, but we were always shut down. like, glaringly apparent that oikawa is falling into the same trap kageyama did in middle school. (except, as stated earlier, he had an iwa-chan, and kageyama did not)

'and then a genius setter swooped in to take OUR place,' iwaizumi narrates--not oikawa's, OUR. i should check the sub and see if this language is similar.

love how like. it shows that middle school oikawa was working really really hard, but it was completely unproductive work and he was making a ton of mistakes, specifically because he was still using i language--'i'm not good enough'

i'll say it again. just sticking someone on the bench without having a conversation does not work oh my god kitagawa coaches do better

completely forgot that the whole 'oikawa tried to swing on kageyama' thing happened the same day he got replaced by kageyama and then ran himself ragged practicing serves like. truly a breaking point moment and he looks so stunned after that he didn't even realize his mindset had gotten this bad. like. it is a shitty moment but also. he's in middle school have you ever been in middle school it sucks.

the culmination of 'all you ever say is me me me!' from iwaizumi as an echo to kageyama's/asahi's you can't win alone/you can't lose alone--oikawa shouldering the burden of 'not good enough' is a selfish dismissal of the strength of his team

and then! after iwaizumi's Big Speech where he says The Thing: the best team of six wins! and then oikawa pulls out the 'invincible' language as a callback to kageyama's 'when you're with me you're invincible'--literally no one can be invincible alone! it's connection with others that makes you stronger!! ah!

(but that connection does not extend to kageyama bc he's apparently the one guy that can crack the cool-guy facade. and as oikawa said earlier, a bad habit is hard to break)

i'm also really. having feelings about kageyama being a 'genius' and how that doesn't help him at all at kitagawa, and in fact breeds paranoia and distrust from everyone around him who could be helping him with his issues but that's for another post

bonus:

present oikawa: he noticed our unbreakable bond of trust

iwaizumi: we don't have that and you know it

sure, iwa-chan. sure.

#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #i'm sure people better than me have said all this but oh well #i continue to write posts that i'm sure will be just a couple paragraphs and then. they're not #uh. sorry #rebs watches haikyuu #rebs watches things #rebamble

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sleepyxxhead · 1 year ago

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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 1: Troublemaker!Matsukawa x Goody-two-shoes!Reader

CONTENT: fem!reader, partying, underage drinking, drunk!reader, Mattsun calls reader “princess”, “doll”, “doll face”, etc.

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

CHARACTERS: Mattsun x fem!reader

NOTES: FLUFFTOBERRRRR YAYYYY!! I’m definitely not going to be posting at consistent times each week but i’m hoping to do each saturday. idk tho maybe i’ll post late probably

Matsukawa was crazy in love with you. The class president, the volleyball team manager, you were constantly consumed in extracurriculars; it seemed as if you were focused on everything except for him. Every other girl in school wanted him -- except you.

“Matsukawa-san! I got you chocolates!” Another one of his crazy fangirls squealed before scurrying away.

“Thanks,” he replied dryly, before tossing it into the pile of chocolates he had received for Valentine’s Day.

“Wow, Mattsun, that’s more than usual,” Hanamaki mused, chewing lazily on some of the sweets from the pile.

But instead of swatting his friend’s hand away, Matsukawa stayed silent - much to the former’s confusion.

“...Mattsun?” Hanamaki waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “Earth to Matsukawa~”

“What’s this idiot up to?” Iwaizumi asked, entering the gym alongside Oikawa.

“Looks like he’s staring at president-chan~” Oikawa hummed.

“What? No I’m not,” Matsukawa grumbled, snapping out of his trance.

“Sure,” Makki teased, slapping a hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m nOT sTArinG..?” Iwaizumi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fucking dumbass.”

“Mattsun likes Y/N-chan~!” Oikawa sang repeatedly as the four boys started stretching for practice. “Aw, look! His cheeks are turning red!”

Matsukawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was never going to hear the end of it.

You hated Matsukawa Issei.

He was disruptive, annoying, and very good-looking.

“‘Sup, coach?” Matsukawa draped his arm over your shoulder, using the nickname he had given you ever since you became the volleyball team’s manager. You could smell his cologne despite him being all sweaty from practice. “No chocolates for your favorite volleyball player?”

You shrank under his weight, face heating up at the touch. “It seems like you have plenty already, Matsukawa-san.”

The boy didn’t seem to like your answer, because, in an instant, he had your back against the wall outside the gym, one hand planted beside your head.

“Come on, darlin’,” he breathed into your ear. “Nothin’? Really..?”

You could feel heat shoot up into your cheeks, his bold actions yet again flustering you.

“Look at you, cheeks all red f’me,” Matsukawa rasped. “So cute.”

With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled away, casually turning around to catch up with his friends. “Later, princess,” he called at you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

You covered your crimson-red face, trying to process what had just happened. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You muttered to yourself, grabbing your backpack to walk home.

“I hate him,” was all you could mumble as you headed towards the train station, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your fists. He made you feel so…uncomfortable. Whenever you were around him your heart would pound, and your stomach would do flips, you’d get all sweaty -- the list goes on.

But the more you thought about how you hated him, the more you thought about him. His dark, curly hair; his lazy eyes; his crooked grin. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter.

You groaned in frustration, finally realizing your feelings: you had fallen in love with one of the dumbest, most annoying -- but somehow most highly sought after -- boys at your school.

You knew that he didn’t like you and he was just teasing, you knew he was going to break your heart if you confessed, you knew all of his fangirls would hate you for the rest of eternity, but you just had to go and fall in love with him. He just had to make you fall in love with him.

As your week went on, you had hoped that your little “crush” would subside, but it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger the more he pinned you against walls or called you flirty nicknames.

He came up to you more frequently now, draping his arms over your shoulders from behind just to see you jump at the sudden touch. Whenever a guy would approach you he’d become even more relentless, calling you more nicknames, finding more excuses to pull you close.

He was driving you insane and he knew it. Now whenever you were around him your face would turn so red it looked as if you were ready to explode. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he flustered you so easily and didn’t share the same feelings.

“Yahoo~! Manager-chaaan~!” A high-pitched voice caught your attention as you finished up some classwork at lunch.

You raised your head, looking around for the voice. To your left, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking up to you.

“Over here! Hi! Can we sit?” Oikawa asked you, sitting down before waiting for an answer. Iwaizumi stayed standing, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, sure,” you told him, turning back to your homework. “Do you need something?” you asked the boys with a sigh.

“Manager-chan~ no need to be so cold!” Oikawa whined as he snatched your homework away from you.

You looked at him, a small pout on your face. “Yes?”

“Great!” Oikawa chirped. “Do you want to come to the bonfire by the river tonight?”

“What? No,” you answered immediately. “I hate parties -- bonfires, whatever. Plus, I have work to do for the student council.”

“C’monnn Y/N-chan~! Loosen up a bit, you’re always working. You need to relax a bit, have some fun, y’know?” Oikawa whined, filing his nails.

“I just can’t Oikawa-san. You know I love hanging out with you guys but I’m not that much of a ‘party animal’ like you two,” you said, drawing air quotes with your fingers.

“President-chan! Don’t be such a party pooper,” Oikawa complained. He leaned in close, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Mattsun’ll be there~”

Your eyes widened, hoping the two boys wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your face. “W-what makes you think that’ll convince me?”

Iwaizumi chuckled, lowering his voice. “It’s pretty obvious, y’know?”

“What’s obvious?” You sat up straight, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh our sweet, sweet manager…” Oikawa cooed. “Her face is so red thinking about Mattsun~!”

Your hid your face with your hands.

“Come on Y/N,” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t have to drink or anything, just have some fun.”

The ace raised his eyebrows expectantly at you; he almost reminded you of your mother. You were a third year and had never been to a single house party, why not have some fun? You groaned, knowing you’d regret your decision later. “Okokokok, fine!”

“Yay!!” Oikawa clapped his hands together. “We’ll pick you up tonight!”

As you got ready, you couldn’t help but notice a nervous feeling rising in your stomach. It would be the first real social event you had gone to, after all. Not some student leadership meeting or team bonding experience. You had no clue what to expect; the only vague images of parties or bonfires you had were scenes of huge house parties in movies that you watched with your friends a long time ago.

Just as you were grabbing your purse, your phone buzzed, indicating that your friends were here. You checked that you had everything that you needed -- or thought you would need -- and headed out the door.

“You really got her to come,” Makki remarked, grinning at you as you climbed in the back seat next to Mattsun. Iwaizumi was driving, Oikawa in the passenger seat, and Mattsun and Makki sat in the back seat with you.

“That’s right! I told you she would~” Oikawa responded, snatching five dollars from his friend’s hand. Makki rolled his eyes, looking out the window.

The car was fairly small, causing you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki to be squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back.

Looking out the window you caught Oikawa wiggling his eyebrows at you through the sideview mirror, to which you gave him a confused look, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“So, Coach.” Matsukawa leaned impossibly closer to you, causing warmth to rush into your face. “How did this shithead convice you to come?”

“Not nice, Mattsun!”

“I-I dunno, we’re all third-years now and I’ve never been to anything like a party before. I just wanted to experience it, I guess,” you pondered.

“That doesn’t sound like you at all Y/N-san,” Makki said with a snicker.

“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to relax for once.”

“Makes sense, you’re constantly working -- I don’t even know how you have time to manage the volleyball team,” Makki thought aloud. “Have you ever had alcohol before, Y/N?”

“Uh, no? I wasn’t planning on having any tonight either,” you answered.

“To be expected of Mrs. President-chan!” Oikawa commented. “You know, you really should try some at least!”

“Eh, maybe,” you responded sheepishly. To be quite honest, you weren’t even thinking about alcohol until Hanamaki brought it up.

As the five of you arrived, you started to feel even more nervous. Despite being outdoors, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke overtook your senses, nearly knocking you over.

“Feelin’ woozy, princess?” Matsukawa asked under his breath, bringing his hand up to your back to help balance you.

“Just don’t like the smell of alcohol is all,” you responded, grateful for his hand. You watched Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Hanamaki walking up to some other friends, saying hi.

You saw many other teenagers, just like yourself, walking and sitting around, holding cans and bottles and cups of alcohol. You couldn’t help but feel like an outlier as you followed your four friends around, staying behind them and looking at the ground nervously.

You soon found a spot to sit down, leaving your friends to go enjoy themselves. You watched them mill around, having fun and laughing with other friends.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

Turning your head, you found a girl that looked your age. She had dark hair and a big smile across her face. Judging by the way she acted, she had clearly had a couple of drinks already. She held in her hands two cans of beer as well as her phone.

“I’m L/N Y/N, and you?” you asked politely.

“I’m Nakamura Megumi! You want one?” she asked, holding out one of the cans to you as she sat down beside you.

“Uh, sure,” you responded, taking the can. You took a small sip, almost making a face at how foul it tasted. “I go to Aoba Josai, how about you?”

“I go to Johzenji!” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Ohmygod, do you know Oikawa Toru?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the manager of the volleyball team actually.”

“Oh my god! He’s so hot! Is he here?” she asked you giddily.

“Yeah, he’s right over there.” You pointed to him.

“Oh my gosh, isn’t he so hot?!” she fawned, noticibly slurring her words. “I’m going to go talk to him!”

You let out a sheepish exhale, watching her run stumble towards your friend. You took another sip of the awful liquid in your hands, deciding that you would finish it, not wanting to waste anything -- even if it was so horrible.

As the evening went on, you finally finished the contents of the can, throwing it to the side as you tried to focus your vision. Your head was spinning and your face felt horribly warm. You stood up, almost losing balance as you tried to spot your friends.

“Y/N?” Matsukawa said as the four of them walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing. “What’s goin’ on princess?”

“‘Wanna go home…” you whined. “‘M tired.”

“Okay, let’s get you home,” Matsukawa muttered, steering you towards the direction of the car.

“How much did you have to drink?” Oikawa asked you.

“Mmmm, like…one can?” you drawled, leaning into Matsukawa.

Your friends chuckled as you all got into the car. “Of beer? Damn, Y/N I didn’t know you were such a lightweight,” Hanamaki commented.

“Hey..! Not nicee!” You grumbled in Matsukawa’s shoulder.

The rest of the carride was silent, the thrumming of the car’s engine slowly lulling you to sleep.

As Iwaizumi finally pulled into your parents’ driveway, your eyes fluttered open. “Are we home?”

“Yeah, are your parents home?” Matsukawa asked, reaching across your body to open the door.

“M-m.” You shook your head. “Business trips…”

Matsukawa sighed in relief as he awkwardly climbed over you to get out of the car. He bent down, back facing you, sticking his arms out behind him. “Get on my back princess, I’ll carry you inside.”

You slowly draped your limbs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You guys can go, I think I’m just going to stay with her to make sure she’s okay.”

Iwaizumi nodded as Oikawa winked at his friend through the open window. “Use protection!” Makki called out teasingly as the car backed out of the driveway.

Matsukawa used the spare key under your doormat to enter you house. “How did you know ‘bout that..?”

“You told me about it awhile ago,” he said as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. “Take a shower, I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

You nodded, getting off his back. You stumbled into the bathroom with your pajamas under your arm and turned on the water.

Matsukawa walked back downstairs, grabbing two packs of instant ramen for the both of you. As he waited for the water to boil, he left a glass of water as well as an Advil on your nightstand.

The smell of ramen convinced you to take a quick shower, feeling your empty stomach grumble. Opening the door to the bathroom, you found Matsukawa sitting on your bed, watching a show on your laptop and slurping up a bowl of ramen. He nodded towards your bedside table on top of which was a glass of water, an Advil, and a steaming bowl of ramen with some chopsticks. You almost drooled looking at the ramen.

“Have some water and ramen, then you should take the Advil,” Matsukawa instructed as you climbed under the covers next to him, grabbing the bowl of ramen and chopsticks.

“Watcha watching?” you asked him, looking at the screen.

“Spirited Away,” Matsukawa chuckled.

You gasped. “I love that movie!”

“I know, princess. Eat up.”

Once you finished your bowl and took the Advil, you snuggled up into Matsukawa trying to focus on the movie.

“Tired…” you told him, rubbing your eyes.

“Alright, doll,” he said, shutting the laptop and putting it to the side.

You wrapped you arms around his neck, hiding your face in it.

“I like you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “But don’t tell anyone though, ‘t’s a secret…”

“I like you too princess.” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back. “Go to sleep now.”

NOTES: AHFDSLAKJF flufftober is here!! anyways matsukawa is more flirty/bold than a troublemaker BUT THAt’S OK. this is the longest work i have posted here 💀

anyways i’ve been trying to get my 2 REQUESTS done AND IM SO SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG but i’m having writer’s block rn idk and i know that’s like a really shitty excuse but i just can’t write LFDMSAFD please be patient as i try to write those 👍

have a nice day cutie <33

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sw33tsuccubus · 1 year ago

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Oikawa fic, and it's Oikawa having a rivalry with reader, who is the captain of the basketball team. They end up needing to kind of share the same sports court since the volleyball one is going through maintenance, so they have to agree on schedules to use it

Oikawa and reader don't hit it off at first, but they end up needing to be stuck with each other to make reports about the court usage to the school's council

Oikawa starts to crack a bit and buys reader a soda, then they start to get warmer to each other, and it's that sweet hand holding while they still can't admit their feelings for each other

Rival Captain

tooru oikawa x male reader

summary: the basketball team shares their court with the volleyball team while their court is in maintenance.

genre: fluff

requested by anon

word count: 1k

A/N: this request was a pain, i wrote it wrong the first time

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I groan, gripping my hair and turning to our teams’ co captain.

“They can’t go to a sports center or anything?”

He shakes his head, glancing around.

“It’s a big court, Y/n. It won’t be too bad sharing. Besides, we could make friends!”

I scowl at him.

“This isn’t a kids show, Soma. We aren’t making any friends.”

He sighs.

“Would it hurt you to loosen up a little? If you go to university and you see any of those volleyball members, you’ll know someone!”

“I don’t care! They’re all so weird, I don’t want to see them in my court or anywhere else.”

“It’s not even your court, it’s the coaches. Shut up and deal with it, Y/n.”

Soma slapped the back of my head and I groaned. He can be annoying sometimes, but he always has reason on his mind.

I roll my eyes, playfully shoving him back.

“Fine. But if I see them on my court during our practices, I’ll blow a fuse.”

Soma rolled his eyes.

“You’re so dramatic.”

~~~

After classes that day, I had scheduled to meet with the volleyball team captain, Tooru Oikawa. I knew who he was, sure. He was some annoying lady’s man who was probably gay and was really good at volleyball. His best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi, was alright. We had some classes together in second year and we got along.

Oikawa is a whole different story, though. He has a fake nice aura about him, like he’s secretly some evil person. Walking to where we agreed to meet, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

I appeared in front of the gardening club shed and leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for the volleyball captain. After a while, I checked my watch and scowled.

Seven minutes past when he agreed to show up.

I gave him some more time, and just as I was about to leave, he came jogging over.

“Sorry for being late, some girls wanted to chat.”

He smiled, and I gave him a look of disdain.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask. You’re late.”

He blinks at me and crosses his arms defensively.

“Ladies first, man. I had to chat with them.”

“Why, so you can keep up your high school Q? Pathetic.”

He gave me an offended look and scowled at me.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we plan this thing?”

I roll my eyes and nod, pulling out my phone.

“Do you guys do morning practices?”

“Yeah. Afternoon too. You?”

“Same.”

I grimace, writing some things in my notes app.

“Hmm.. what are your practice days?”

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday.”

“Yeah, that won’t work.”

He huffs, shifting his weight to one leg and placing his hand on his hip.

“And why not?”

“Those are our days too. We’ll have to split things up.”

He nods in understanding.

“Sure. One team takes Monday and Thursday and the other gets Tuesday and Friday?”

“That works.”

I tap at the keyboard on my phone, writing it down.

“As for Wednesday, one team can take the court during the afternoon and the other during the morning.”

He hums in agreement.

“My team can take Tuesday and Friday, as well as afternoon practice on Wednesday.”

“It’s my court, Oikawa. Don’t get greedy.”

I eye the boy, before typing on my phone again. I was perfectly fine with my team going Monday and Thursday. He sighs.

“Then we can go M-“

“It’s fine. Now.”

I put my phone into my pocket and glare at Oikawa.

“If I see any volleyballs or any of your equipment on my court on any of our days, we’ll have problems. Got it?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine.”

~~~

Telling the school how the usage of the court was going was strange. I was used to doing it by myself, or occasionally with Soma. Doing it with Oikawa was weird.

“Nobody is doing drugs.”

I glare at Oikawa. That came out of nowhere.

“We clean up after ourselves after each practice. It’s just the basketball team and the volleyball team.”

The council nods.

“The teams are getting along?”

I shrug.

“Yeah. We don’t fight at all, but we don’t talk much.”

“The basketball team is very hospitable towards us. It’s quite nice.”

The council nods again, taking in our facial expressions and body language.

“Are the captains getting along?”

“For the most part.”

Oikawa smiled nervously and I roll my eyes.

“We don’t talk much. It’s normally nice banter.”

I could tell the council knew we weren’t being completely truthful, but they didn’t seem to care.

Leaving the room, Oikawa sighed. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and rolled my eyes.

“You would say we weren’t doing drugs why?”

“It’s a genuine response!”

He clicks his tongue.

“It’s dumb to say, they’ll think the opposite.”

“They know me, L/n. They know I make jokes.”

He shrugs, walking to a vending machine. I have half the mind to stay with him and half the mind to walk away.

I walk away.

“Hey, L/n, wait up!”

Oikawa walks over, handing me a soda while holding one for himself. I raise an eyebrow at him and he looks away.

“Just enjoy it. You were here and I didn’t want to be rude.”

I sigh, cracking open the can and taking a swig. Strangely, he knew one of my favorites. I looked at him curiously, and he was sipping at the same kind. Maybe he just liked the flavor.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going home and then something’ll happen. Why?”

“It’s just something to talk about.”

He shrugs.

“How’s the team doing?”

“We’re alright. Kyotani gets out down by Iwa-chan whenever he tries to start something. Or by Yahaba, he listens to him too, strangely.”

I think back to the volleyball club members. Iwaizumi, the ace and co captain. Kyotani is a second year with anger issues Oikawa likes to call Mad Dog. Yahaba was a second year who didn’t contribute much but was a good player nonetheless.

“You could try practicing with us, if you wanted.”

“I don’t play volleyball.”

He scoffs.

“So? You could just join us. Doesn’t matter if you’re any good.”

“Why do you want me there so bad?”

His face turns red and he looks at the floor.

“Forget it.”

He walks away, presumably to try e basketball court. I shrug, watching his back.

~~~

A few days after that, Oikawa and I got stuck in the rain. He had come to watch basketball practice, saying the sport could be interesting to learn about, and then stayed behind to help Soma and I clean up.

Soma left, since he had an umbrella, but here I was with Oikawa. The chocolate haired boy grabbed an umbrella from his bag and opened it up.

“Walk with me?”

I sighed, taking it from him and walking with him to my home. It was kind of peaceful. The rain sounds above and around us, the smell.

He would occasionally look at me but wouldn’t say anything. He’s very strange.

Sometimes he would step in a puddle and curse, but then would quiet down and we would be silent again.

We got to my house, and he said a silent goodbye before leaving. Normally he would chat with me, tell me some things, but he’s been awfully quiet today.

~~~

Oikawa would shy away whenever he saw me. Weird, since we still report to the council and I have to unlock the gun every morning the volleyball team practices.

Once, I tried striking up a conversation with him and he walked away like I hadn’t said a thing.

Today, I entered the gym and found him cleaning up after their afternoon practice with Iwaizumi.

I walked over to the volleyball captain.

“Hey, Oikawa. What’s up?”

He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I sighed.

“What’s up with you, man? You seem to dislike me even more.”

He shakes his head.

“Never disliked you.”

“Then what’s up? Tell me.”

“After I finish cleaning.”

I roll my eyes but agree, going outside the gym and leaning against the wall. Iwaizumi leaves first, saying bye to me and going on his way.

I zero in on Oikawa when he steps out, and he groans.

“I’ll get right to it, okay?”

I nod, staring blankly into his eyes.

“I’ve got a crush on you.”

I furrow my brows. Not what I was expecting.

“No way.”

“Yes way! And, that time I got you a soda, i thought I could ask you out then, but you were being weird, like you didn’t like me at all, so I chickened out!”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Ignoring someone isn’t the way to go. Should have told me, Tooru.”

He looks at his feet, and I rolled my eyes.

“I guess I can give you a chance.”

He looked up, his eyes full of hope.

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

~~~

Dating Oikawa was quite interesting. He was sweet to you, very nice. Always offered to pay for your things and opened doors for you, although he acted like a princess.

You could feel yourself falling for him, having the urge to pamper him and kiss his cheeks. Maybe he wasn’t ready for that.

You cleared your throat, handing Oikawa a bento box. He swooned at you, thanking you and taking your hand as he put it safely into his locker.

He walked you to your class before leaving to go to his.

You sighed as you watched him walk away. What a sweetheart.

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animemocha · 1 year ago

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Tobio Kageyama: The King of the Court (Essay)

One of the most exciting concepts in Haikyuu is something set up in its 4th season. The concept that certain athletes are just born to play volleyball. Players that feel like they need to be on the court just to survive. The concept of the monster generation.

Of the 6 members of the monster generation, one stands out in particular. A player of unmatched skill, but also someone who fails to treat others with any respect. A player that is shunned by his own team.

Tobio Kageyama is undoubtedly one of the most talented players in Haikyuu, and yet despite his immense skill, we’re reminded time and time again of his shortcomings, of his failure.

So what happens when this tyrant king is dethroned? Does he crumble under defeat, or rise again transformed?

Wait wait wait wait wait. Let’s quickly get something out of the way because it will save me so much wo- I mean because it’s important to the story! Yeah… Let’s go with that.

The words “Genius” and “Monster”.

According to the show, a “Genius” is someone born with a supreme talent for volleyball.

A “Monster” is someone that realises this talent to become a truly world-class player.

Therefore the “Monster Generation” is a collection of these world-class players.

Now then, is Kageyma a genius?

Yes. Without a doubt.

But is he a monster? Welllllll… That’s a tough one. Because he has so so so many flaws.

His journey doesn’t start off on the best path. He had extraordinary talent yes, but lacked a crucial skill that any player needs to be truly great. A skill that’s honestly really basic.

Teamwork.

Volleyball is played with seven players. Good teamwork isn’t optional, it's a necessity. So how can anyone be a genius without this skill? Are we looking at a failed setter in the making? Or the early stages of a monster?

Part I - The Tyrant

Kageyama’s nickname, “King of the Court”, wasn’t just a title. It was a testament to his relentless pursuit of victory, even at the expense of team harmony.

But what does “King of the Court” mean exactly?

Sure, we know it was given to him because he played volleyball like a tyrant. Where his obsession with winning overshadowed his responsibilities to his teammates. A style of play that said, “It’s about me”.

Let’s compare Kageyam’s initial phase with his old teammate, and current captain of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa, with his charismatic leadership and empathetic setting style, seems to embody the ideal setter. And yet, he himself admits to feeling threatened by Kageyama’s sheer talent. Interesting, isn’t it?

Despite being on a team with a player like this, Kageyama could not have been more different. He constantly berated his teammates for not living up to his standards and for not keeping up with him, which lead to him being given the infamous nickname.

He was a tyrannical, egocentric king, who would never settle for anything less than perfection from his teammates, and who disregarded anyone that wasn’t able to keep up with him.

But I mean, be honest. If you were by far the best in your team and everyone around you was dog poo by comparison, you’d get pretty annoyed too.

And you can probably guess what happened next. His teammates lost faith in him and his coaches lamented his wasted potential.

So what did Kageyma do?

Well, he did what any twelve-year-old would do. He never wanted to feel that way again, so after joining Karasuno, he changed.

Part II - The Servant

Kageyama never wanted to feel lonely again. And, he didn’t.

He wanted to make sure his teammates were always there for him. And, they were.

Karasuno are without a doubt the perfect team for Kageyma. They tought him the importance of team work. He learnt to let go of his ego. He became someone that rarely ever criticised his team, giving them the exact sets they wanted.

He did his best to perfect a new quick. Yes, he did it so that he could improve. But he also did it to help his team, to help Hinata.

So how did he do this exactly? How did he learn to be a more selfless setter?

Well, he went to the person, who in his mind, was already a perfect example of that ideal.

After this meeting. Kageyama gets a new philosophy.

He learns that he is there in service for his team, not the other way around. It’s his duty to give his teammates the exact sets that they ask for.

He becomes a selfless setter.

Surely that’s a good thing, right?

Well, Kageyama definitely thought so. But that all changed during a certain training camp where he met a certain player.

Atsumu is one of the best high-school setters in the country, and Kageyama knows this. So what does it mean for him, when Atsumu tells him that everything he has been doing is wrong?

Does this mean he’s still a failure?

This dilemma nags at Kageyama. He’s just been playing with some of the best players in the country, and when he returns to Karasuno, while his teammates are certainly good, there is an obvious difference, and Kageyama notices this, and eventually, he snaps.

Part III - The True King

The problem with what Kageyama has been doing up until now is that he was so afraid of history repeating itself, that he overcompensated.

He always gave his teammates the exact sets that they wanted, and in doing so, reinforced their bad habits.

He knew he could push them higher, push them further, push them to be better, but that scared him. What if they hated him for it?

And that was his dilemma.

He wants to win, not just for himself, but for his team too. But how does he do this? What if he ended up becoming the old tyrannical king again?

Fortunately for Kageyama, there was someone on the team that knew the value of the King of the Court.

Kageyama had always been egotistical and prideful. But that’s just the nature of a talented athlete. Unfortunately for him, his communication was poor, and it resulted in a rather traumatic past.

But at Karasuno, he was given the greatest weapon a setter could ask for. Not a super fast decoy, or a powerful spiker, or an amazing libero.

What he found at Karasuno was a team that supports him, one that will make sure he was never alone.

Conclusion

So, the question remains, is Kageyama a failed setter?

Well, the answer is not too different from real life.

Humans make mistakes. That’s a given. What’s important is how we learn from them.

In the same way, perhaps Kageyama’s journey to becoming a successful setter is paved with lessons learned from his failures. Perhaps being a so-called “failed setter” is a necessary step towards greatness.

There’s no doubt that Hinata wouldn’t be the player he is without Kageyama. But I’d argue the opposite is also true.

Hinata teaches Kageyama that what he’s been ashamed of, can be something that he can be proud of.

He learns that there will always be mistakes and setbacks, but his teammates will always support him.

And so, he knows exactly the kind of setter he needs to be. It might not be what works for Oikawa, and it might not even be what works for Atsumu.

But, for him, it’s perfect.

And with this, Kageyama goes from a tyrant, to a servant, to a king at last.

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euphoricimagination · 2 years ago

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Summary: the day of the practice match against Karasuno finally happens, meeting a certain orange boy and a grumpy setter. Kenma is slowly realizing his feelings thanks to a cute cat-cafe date

Kenma x reader; Haikyuu x reader [platonic]

Year 1: Inarizaki

Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

The day before Karasuno’s match the coach gave all of you the afternoon free, and since you were near Shiratorizawa, you decided to walk around the town with Kuroo and Yaku

“Chibi-chan, you sure it is a good idea to tutor him? Both of you practice 'til late” Yaku asks recalling what Oikawa had asked you yesterday

“That, and I don't trust him. What if he makes you uncomfortable?” Kuroo adds

“If he does, I'll hang up on him and tell Iwa-san about it so he does something. And it's going to be for an hour, it should be fine” you say

“To be honest, you stay in Kenma's house 'til late anyway, so time it's not really a problem”

“Exactly, by the way Ken can I...Guys where is Ken?”

“How did he get lost? Even if he’s on his phone he always follows us” Yaku says annoyed “Text him chibi-chan, he probably will answer you faster”

“On it” you write him a message, which he responds immediately “he says he is sitting on a fence waiting for us”

“I'll go and look up for him, you guys head back to the bus. God, this kid, you better say something to him when we comeback, Chibi-chan” Kuroo turns around to leave right after

“Oh, I will”

You and Yaku head back to the bus to explain everyone else the situation. After a few minutes waiting, the door of the bus opens, Kuroo and Kenma entering right after, Kenma sitting quietly besides you while looking down to avoid eye contact with everyone

“Kenma...” you start

“Don't call me like that, it's Ken...I'm sorry”

“We have talk about this. You can play with your phone as much as you want, just don't get too distracted”

“I know, I know” he lays his head on your shoulder, a little pout appearing

“Interesting enough, he was talking to an small, orange hair dude. And he didn't seem that uncomfortable” adds Kuroo rolling his eyes, making Kenma snuggle even more

“Wow Ken, you? Talking to another person? Got a fever or something?” You tease him while playing with his hair

“It wasn't that hard actually, he had a Karasuno t-shirt, he said he was a middle blocker too”

“You used chibi-chan technique to know more about our opponent?” asks Yamamoto

“I didn't really ask, he just told me”

“You literally used his first name, Kenma” adds Kuroo

“I just felt like it, and he didn't seem to mind” he says, then he whispers to you “Yn can you make them stop, please?”

“Ok guys, let it go” you tell them, making them disperse and leaving him alone for now

“Thank you” he mumbles, moving so he can slowly pass his arms through your waist. Once he realized that you weren’t going to stop him, he hugged you a little tighter than before while you continued playing with his hair, and before you could process it, your lips were kissing the top of his head. He gets startled by the sudden contact, but he doesn’t move away, instead he tries to snuggle closer.

“You’re adorable” you say while putting your head on top of his and staying like this for the rest of the ride while talking to the rest of the team.

You went to take a bath as soon as you arrived at the hotel. Once you have your pajamas on, you went back to the room only to find Kenma already there playing, two drinks from the vending machine on the floor

“Thank god I dressed in the bathroom, what would you have done if I walk here naked?”

“I…didn’t really think of that” he blushes “are we playing Mario Kart today?”

“Of course, I still want to beat you properly”

“Like you could. Here, for you” he passes you one of the drinks. You play a lot of rounds, Kenma winning every single one even though he wasn’t playing with nearly as much effort as he usually does

“This is not fair! How are you so good? It doesn’t make any sense!” you say frustrated putting down your PSP. He also puts his down, looking at you with a playful smile

“I’m just better at playing than you”

“You are so cocky sometimes” you cross your arms dramatically trying to act annoyed, but your smile doesn’t want to leave your face

“But it’s true, and you know it” he lays down in your lap while closing his eyes, your hand immediately going to his hair “you still are really good though”

“Ahh, you just said that I’m good! I made it; I received a compliment from you”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s annoying” he chuckles

“You like it enough to come to MY room every day”

“Shut up”

Before you can continue talking, you hear quiet whispers ‘Kenma has grown so much thanks to chibi-chan’ ‘I know, he complimented her!’. Kenma sighs after hearing the voices, shades of red appearing on his cheeks.

“Sorry...” he says

“It's okay, it makes me really happy actually”

+++

The next morning you get up and get ready, since the match was schedule to be at 01:00 pm you had time to set things carefully. When you arrived at the gym, you decided to stay near the entrance while the teams went to say hi to each other. Soon enough you see another girl coming to where you are, wearing a Karasuno jacket and presenting herself as Kiyoko Shimizu.

“I didn't know that Nekoma had a manager” she says

“I started this year, they didn’t have one before”

“I've been their manager for the last 3 years here in Karasuno, the new ones can be a handful”

“I get it, luckily my cats are more on the relax side, but my foxes were...something else” You continue talking for as long as the teams finished meeting each other. Once you see that your team started to appear, you excuse yourself when you see that Kenma was talking to a Karasuno player right in front of the door.

“Why you didn't tell me that you were in Nekoma?” whines the orange hair dude

“You didn't ask”

“It's this the dude that Tetsu told us yesterday, Ken?” you ask appearing behind him, making Kenma look at you

“Yes”

“Hi! I'm Hinata Shoyo! Are you Nekoma's manager?” the orange dude says brightly

“Yeah, I am. I'm Yn nice to meet you” you smile at him

“Is Yn your last name?”

“No, no, it’s my name, just call me that, I don't like using my last name”

“That's such a cool name! Sounds foreigner!”

“She is a foreigner” says Kenma while you nod

“You are? That's so cool!!” his eyes shine amazed. You hear a low chuckle from Kenma, making you look at him with slight surprise . Before you could properly answer, you heard loud screams from your side. When you look at the direction where the sounds came from, you find 2 Karasuno's boys looking at you with eyes wide open, being held by another one from their backs.

“Oi kid what is your business with our setter and manager?” Yamamoto arrives to your side while looking down at the small boy

“It’s fine” Kenma looks away at the same time Hinata answers timidly

“S-sorry”

“You too, what business do you have with our first year?” says one of the Karasuno players that was being held, arriving too. He looked and acted similar to Yamamoto

“Is there a problem?”

“Wanna fight city boy?” the two of them were intimidating each other while the three of you just stand there, Kenma looking tired, Hinata was terrified while you look at them confused

“We are going to fight, we're are having a match” says another Karasuno player with silver hair “and please stop saying city boy, it's embarrassing”

“Yamamoto stop picking fights it's also embarrassing, you look stupid” adds Yaku appearing behind. The two boys look down ashamed

“Tora, you don't need to protect anyone here, it's fine” you look at him, making him nod “I'm going inside, are you coming, Ken?”

“Yeah, let's go”

“Yaku-san...Oh hello” you say when you realized that you interrupted the two boys while they were apologizing to each other “I'm going inside with Ken, can I leave you in charge of Tora?”

“Sure chibi-chan, go ahead” you and Kenma enter to the gym not before hearing the loud scream of Yamamoto saying ‘You also have a beautiful manager!’. You shake your head while laughing, even if you were used to be around men, you never had to encounter this much chaos, your foxes were never like this “I get that all of you are teenagers and all, but man, they act like they never seen a woman before”

“I know, it gets annoying sometimes” Kenma adds

“Like, I get it, Kiyoko-san is beautiful, but acting like that is just uncomfortable” you explain while getting your notebook out and sitting down, both teams starting entering one by one. Kenma puts his head on your shoulder and stays silent while you look at the note, noticing that some Karasuno players look at your direction confused while talking to Yaku or Kuroo.

“You're also beautiful Yn” says Kenma so quiet that you barely hear him, feeling your cheeks burn while smiling

“Thank you, pretty boy” you whisper back

“P-pretty b-boy?!” Kenma stutters flustered, cheeks red and eyes wide.

“Yeah, you're pretty. Nobody has told you that before?”

“N-no” you can see that he's trying to hold a smile back while looking at the floor “you really mean it?”

“Yeah, I thought about it as soon as I saw you. You are really pretty Ken”

“T-thanks” he tries to look at you, a smile appearing

“As much as I find you two adorable, please stop flirting in front of the single souls” Kuroo interrupts the moment arriving with a smirk on. Kenma let’s a grunt out, annoyed at the comment, and hides his face right on the crock of your neck “the Karasuno third years were so shocked, apparently you and their manager act so different”

“Guys! let's start a meeting!” calls the coach before you could answer. You go to the coach, Kenma still with a red face, and tell them the typical speech and ideas

“So, I looked them up yesterday. There aren't a lot of videos from their recent matches, but we do know that they used to be good. Apparently, they have been slowing down quite a lot the past years” you add to the speech

“Aren’t they called something like ‘The crows without wings’?” says Kai

“In general, yes. However, they have a lot of changes this year. I texted Iwa-san, Seijoh’s Ace, the other day, and told him about his match. Seijoh already played against this team so he told me some things. They have 3 first years in their line up, the tall blonde one, the orange hair one and the serious black hair one. The two first ones are middle blockers, the other one is a ‘genius setter’ that Oikawa-san seems to hate”

“Wait the shrimpy there is a middle blocker?”

“Yep, Iwa-san told me he can jump really high and he’s fast. He also said that they have a monster attack, but he didn’t describe it. I don’t know much about the others though”

“We know more than before, we can always count on our sly fox for that. Anyways let’s get together”

They go to do their speech before going to the court and greet Karasuno, the referee whistling to start the match. Before Kenma goes to serve you see him say something to Hinata, however it’s impossible to make up what he’s saying. Kenma serves and immediately after Karasuno does an extremely fast quick attack, Hinata being the one spiking, leaving everyone shocked.

“He had his eyes closed” you say

“Sorry Yn-chan?”

“The number 10, he wasn’t looking at the ball at all”

Once again you notice that Kenma approaches Hinata and tells him something, probably how shocking that move was. Karasuno repeats the move a few more times, each time marking a point to their favor.

“Have something?” asks you the coach

“I think so, yes” and with that coach Nekomata asks for a timeout. You go around passing them their bottles and towels end up next to Kai “so that’s what Iwa-san meant”

“I can see why he called it monster attack, it’s extremely quick” adds Kai

“Shoyo just seems to be running to where there’s no blockers” says Kenma

“Shoyo?”

“The number 10” you explain “he doesn’t seem to have much skill though, he had his eyes close for every single attack he did”

“It’s that even possible?” asks Yamamoto

“Not normally, the only reason he’s doing anything at all is because of the setter, Hinata alone isn’t particularly good. He is able to hit that ball only because the setter has been sending it straight to his hand” you continue

“He knows that that setter will send the ball just right, so he just runs to the opposite side. We just need to narrow his range of attack so he cannot do that” says Kenma

“Someone can follow him around so he never has a clear path” you add

“I was thinking that Inuoka can do it, you’re fast too. Even if we can’t have the first round of the game, we will adapt to their movement”

“You two are truly terrifying, but it works in our favor so I can’t complain. Let’s go with that plan. Can you do it Inuoka?” Kuroo asks to the tall boy

“Of course I can!”

“Let’s do it then”

The guys go back to the court while you look at Karasuno number 9, the setter, only to find him screaming something at Hinata. Despite being a first year he excels a confident aura, you can recognize that since you met the twins.

“So that’s why Iwa-san said you were a genius setter, huh?” you mutter to yourself

The match continues with Inuoka executing the plan. At first, he fails a lot, but after repeatedly chasing Hinata, he manages to touch the ball. When this happens consistently you notice that their setter face starts to show a little concern. Right after another touch by Inuoka, Kenma dumps the ball to the other side, successfully gaining a point and putting more pressure into the setter; you also realize that the other middle blocker, the blonde one, doesn't really stand out that much compare to the rest of his team, but he seemed good and analytical; however, Kenma was able to fool him by doing a subtle look to his right before sending it to the other side. When Nekoma reaches their set point Karasuno asks for their final time out.

“The blonde dude could be so much better if he tried” says Kuroo

“He clearly thinks a lot, that's why he fell for the faint” Kenma adds laying his head against your shoulder after drinking some water

“He's tall, and clearly analyzes every move, but it feels like he's not there” you add “You guys are doing good. Inuoka you're doing amazing, well done”

“Thanks Yn-san! I’ll do my best!”

As the game continues, Inuoka gets used to Hinata's spikes and manages to block him multiple times. At some point of the match, the orange boy starts spiking with his eyes open, failing almost every single one of them. The match finishes with Nekoma winning both sets, but to everyone's surprise, Hinata asks for 1 more match. Coach Nekomata agrees, saying that this was the whole purpose of practicing matches.

It's around 6 pm when they finally finish; Nekoma winning every single game in two sets. By the end everyone is exhausted, so you go around helping them to feel better and making sure to praise everyone for their good job. When you arrive next to Kenma you can see the exhaustion on his face

“You did really good today, Ken; I know how much you hate moving around”

“Thank you…I’m so tired”

“I know, I’ll give you a snack before cleaning the place up. And after you shower and freshen yourself up we’re going to eat a proper meal okay?” you say brushing his hair away, making him smile

“Okay”

After everyone got out of the shower, they helped clean up the gym, even though Kiyoko and you had already done most of it when they were showering. After talking to some of the third years of Karasuno, who kindly offered to help you with some boxes, you were on your phone near the entrance waiting for everyone to be done. Out of nowhere you hear a soft, yet intense, mumble of words nearby, making you look up only to find Kenma coming to you quickly.

“That setter is scary” he says

“What did it say to you?”

“He was asking some questions, I don't know, it was too much” he gets closer to you, so you raise your hand to brush his hair, making him lean into your hand

“So you just ran away? He doesn't seem that bad, you know. Plus, that's rude”

“I know... but”

“E-excuse me? Are you okay? You run away” says the Karasuno setter, startling Kenma who looks at you with some panic in his eyes before turning slightly

“Hi, he's okay don’t worry, he's just a little shy and your intense aura didn’t really help”

“Oh…I-I didn’t mean it…sorry”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Did you want to know something?” you look at Kenma before looking back to the setter

“Yeah, but it’s okay…our coach said that you were watching our plays closely. Were you a volleyball player too?”

“Me? No, I only took full interest in it last year. My friends convince me to be their manager, so I watched them play a lot and I ended up learning about it” you explain; noticing Kenma shuffling there uncomfortable, you take his arm and pull him towards you slightly, in hopes he relaxes “your sets are one of the most precise that I have seen so far, you’re really good”

“O-oh thanks. You’re also really good, your faints are incredible, I feel like I learned a lot today” he says looking at Kenma

“Thanks” Kenma answers quietly, you immediately feel a little tug in your jacket alongside Kenma pleading eyes.

“Anyways, I actually needed to talk to Kenma, so if you excuse us…”

“ Oh yeah, yeah go ahead”

“It was nice to meet you ehh…”

“Kageyama Tobio” he says with a big bow

“I’m Yn, he’s Kenma. It was nice to meet you Kageyama, hope we can see each other again so I can see even better sets from you”

“I’ll do my best, thank you so much” you leave the gym with Kenma, now fully relaxing, and start walking towards the bus together

“I told he wasn’t bad”

“I know, I’m just not good at talking like you”

“KENMA! YN!”

“Yes Shoyo?” you ask once he got closer

“Yn, do you know how to play volleyball? Our coach said that you understood our plays fairly easy”

“I know the basics of it, my friends taught me” you chuckle by how similar the questions from the two of the boys were “I was the manager of a really offensive team, so I learned a lot by watching them. And I don’t know how I notice stuff, it’s mostly a guess”

“You’re soo cool Yn!” he says excitedly, looking at Kenma right after “Kenma, how did it feel winning? Did you enjoy it?”

“It was…just normal”

“Oh…one day I’ll will play a game and make you play so hard that you’ll have no choice other than say ‘That was fun’”

“I’m looking forward to that” says Kenma making you smile at how easy it was for him to talk to Hinata

“And I promise that it will be harder for you to understand our plays Yn-san!”

“Sounds fun, you’ll need to practice a lot more though, it’s was really easy today”

“I will!”

You go to where the rest of the team is only to find Yamamoto and Tanaka hugging each other and saying how lucky the other was, Kuroo and Daichi shaking their hands aggressively while Sugawara and Yaku say how scary they are. With that you say goodbye to the rest of Karasuno. Karasuno leaves first, so you go to the hotel to have dinner and rest, since you will be leaving Miyagi early in the morning. After organizing all of your things and packing them in the bus, Kenma goes with you to your room like always.

“You seem comfortable with Hinata despite just meeting him” you tease him slightly

“Yeah, it’s weird”

“It’s good though, I’m happy that you’re comfortable with other people, and he is nice. It’ll be interesting seeing them again, specially since you seem more excited now”

“I know. But I’m not more excited than before”

“You are”

“I’m not”

“Whatever you say pretty boy” you say laying down on his shoulder, feeling a smile tug his face

+++

July came faster than usual between all the practices and teaching Oikawa Spanish. Despite still being a flirt sometimes, you became good friends. It’s always surprising by how much effort he puts in despite being tired after practice.

Now it’s Friday, around 3 weeks away from the first Interhigh of the year, so everyone's a little bit more on edge than usual. You’re writing down some notes about Lev practices when the coach approaches you.

“Yn-chan, we are organizing a weekend full of practices here with the Fukurodani group in two weeks. Do you think we should invite any other team?”

“I would love to invite Inarizaki...”

“We can do it, I'm sure you also miss your friends”

“I do, but sadly they already have a lot of practices with other schools for the next weeks”

“I see, we can invite them for our training camp if they’re up to”

“That would be awesome, I’ll ask them. What about Karasuno? They had a lot of potential”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same, they probably don't have a lot of practice matches either. Let me call them”

The coach goes to call Karasuno's coach while you finish writing the notes and go to where Lev and Kuroo are, one annoyed and the other exhausted.

“Yn-chan!!! They are being mean!”

“What are they saying?” you ask to the tall boy

“I said that I wanted to practice spikes with Kenma-san again”

“Why do you want to practice with Ken?”

“He's the official setter, if I want to be the Ace I need to practice with him, but Kuroo-san and Yaku-san are saying that I'm bad”

“But you are” you say, making Lev let out an offended sound while Kuroo and Yaku laugh “your blocks aren't that good despite being tall, your receives are terrible and the few spikes you've done were pretty mediocre too. How can you be the Ace that?”

“Yn-chan! I thought you were nice!”

“I am nice, but if you want to be the Ace of Nekoma, you need to hear the truth. You barely made progress these past months”

“You heard our beautiful manager, let's keep practicing Lev” Yaku yanks him away

“Good luck!” you go to the other side of the court to look at the other team practicing, only to not find Kenma nowhere around. After giving some feedback to the guys you asked them if they have seen the blonde setter. Once they tell you what they knew, which wasn’t much, you look around for him only to find him in the stairs going up to the stands. He is so concentrated on his phone while playing a game that he doesn't even notice you arriving “Ken? What are you doing here?”

“I was...ehh...I was”

“You can't just leave practice Ken, not with the Interhigh coming so soon” you say sitting down next to him

“I know, but I was tired”

“C'mon Ken, you could have told me and I would have let you rest. Do you think I'm that mean?”

“No, no, you're amazing, I just...didn't want to bother you again”

“You will never bother me Ken” you push his hair out of his face, making him close his eyes at the contact “Let's go back to practice, ok? And if you get too tired tell me”

“Okay…let's go” you stand up and go down the stairs “thank you for not getting mad”

“You will need to do a lot more for me to get mad”

“Still, you probably should be anyway. Are we inviting Inarizaki for that weekend practice? Your friends are there” he asks

“I wanted to, but they already have practices planned. I’ll tell them to not schedule anything for the one after the Interhigh, I miss them a lot”

“At least they will make it to the Nationals, we can go and see them there too”

“Yeah, I hope so. We invited Karasuno though, we need to see if they accept. Now go to practice”

After a small reprimand from Kuroo, and Kenma putting a tiny bit more effort in practice, the three of you are going back to your houses; as always, Kuroo and you are talking while Kenma plays his games.

“By the way Chibi, how are your grades? Do you need any help studying something?” the tall boy asks

“They're pretty good actually”

“They are amazing, you got a 98 in Japanese Language, the highest grade in our class” corrects you Kenma without taking his eyes of the screen

“I bet everyone was surprised that the highest grade was a foreigner. Well done chibi-chan! I'm proud!” Kuroo ruffles your hair playfully

“I never understood why they always mention that, even our teachers say it. It’s like they don't expect a lot from Yn just because she's a foreigner when she’s probably smarter than everyone in the class” Kenma says with annoyance in his voice

“It's normal at this point Ken, I don't care”

“I know that you’re protecting your girl, but just so you know, I wasn't saying that Chibi is dumb. We know that she's not and also that she puts lots of effort when she doesn't understand something. That doesn't take away my offer, if you need help at something let me know” Kuroo insists

“I will, Tetsu, thanks”

You go straight to Kenma’s house once you arrived there; even though you were helping Oikawa with his studies, you always did it in his house, a habit that both of you became accustomed for a while now; even if you were doing completely different things, being in the same room was more than enough.

“Ken, can I use your computer to talk to Oikawa-san? My phone is almost out of battery”

“Sure, let me set it up for you”

“Thanks”

He sets up the computer and the camera before noticing that he also plugged in a charger for your phone, which is surprising because your phones are completely different brands and had different chargers. You smile when you connect it, knowing that he must have got it exclusively for you and that if you say something about it, he will completely deny it. You put the headphones on to start the call with the other setter

“Oikawa-san, Iwa-san hi! You need help with something Iwa-san?”

“Hi Yn-chan. Not really, just making sure Trashy-kawa don’t stays practicing after, you just do your thing”

“So mean Iwa-chan. Hi chibi-chan, looking like a gamer today, change on set up?”

“Yeah, it's Kenma’s, my phone was dying”

“Ohh, your blondie, right? How interesting”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Anyways, should we start?”

You start with the lesson by explaining some words and their meanings, teaching him how to pronounce and write them properly. Before finishing you decided to send him a mini test with everything that you have taught him to see if he remembers everything, so while he does his it, you take off the headphones and scroll through your phone, noticing that a café opened nearby.

“Ken?”

“Mhm?”

“A cat café opened nearby and I want to go, do you want to join?”

“You know I don’t like going out. Can’t we stay here tomorrow?”

“And you know that I like staying here with you, it’s comfortable, but sometimes I want to go out for a while too and, you know, do things that I like. It’s okay if you don’t want to go, I’m not forcing you to go out, I can ask Testu to go with me anyway”

“Chibi-chan! I finished” you hear Oikawa from the headphones, interrupting the conversation

“Good, let me look at them right away” you check the answers quickly “Damn Oikawa-san, almost everything is right, you spell two things wrong but pretty good overall. Well done!”

“Yes! I have been studying a lot”

“I still don’t know why you need it, but I’m happy that you put so much effort into it”

“If my plan works out you will be the first person to know, I don’t want to tell you yet in case it doesn’t happen”

“It’s alright, I’m happy just by the fact you’re learning it. Anyways we’re done for today, tomorrow we’re talking so get ready”

“Yes ma’am. See you tomorrow chibi-chan”

“See you tomorrow Oikawa-san, see you Iwa-san!”

You end the call and take the headphones off one more time, stretching your arms before standing and going to sit next to Kenma on the floor. You noticed his eyes shifting between his game and you, despite not looking nearly as concentrated as normal.

“Are you okay Ken? You seem distracted”

“…I’ll go with you” he whispers

“To the cat café?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to”

“I can do things for you too, you know?”

“I know, thank you. It opens at 9.00, we can go early so there’s less people” you lay your head on his shoulder

“Yeah, let’s do that” he says, slowly laying his head on top of yours.

The next morning you get ready and leave the house, Kenma already outside looking at his phone wearing a simple pair of jeans, a black hoodie and a bucket hat. Despite being early, at least for Kenma’s standard, he has a lazy smile, which just grows bigger once he sees your deep blush after he compliments you and takes your hand; his confidence growing each day you are with him. There’s no other people in the café once you arrived, only the kitties walking around you.

“Hi there” you say petting one, immediately sitting on the floor to play with them “look how cute that one is Ken”

“It is, you should stand up though, the coffee may come soon”

“But look at them, they’re so cute “ you say, standing up nonetheless.

“I’m sure they will come to you, they probably like you already” he looks at you softly. You hear him say something, but you couldn’t hear it because a yellowish cat caught your eyes.

“Ken, that cat looks like you”

“No, it doesn’t”

“Yes, it does”

“No”

“Yes, look, it even had that bored expression of yours” you sit near the cat, testing if he lets you pet him. The cat smells your hand and slowly walks up to your lap, cuddling into your arms and making you look at Kenma excited.

“…I guess he does look like me” Kenma mumbles while sitting down in front, however you couldn’t properly understand him because of how low it was, and failed to notice Kenma’s eyes on you. You stayed in the coffee shop for around an hour, talking while playing with the cats after Kenma finally warmed up to them. At some point the yellowish cat went into Kenma’s lap and sat there, so you took a picture of the two kitties.

“Delete the photo” he says with no malice

“No”

“Please?”

“When am I going to get a photo of you with the cat version of you? Never, so deal with it”

“Fine, just don’t show it to anyone, please”

“Deal. As much as I want to stay with the cats, we should go. There’s people paying to enter and I promised you to try to avoid them'

“Thank you” You quickly leave the cat café, much to your dismay, and go back to your neighborhood, when you are a few houses away from your houses he asks

“Are you coming to my house?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“…yes”

“Then sure. You weren’t on your phone while we were there” you tease him with a smile

“I didn’t need one, I like being with you” says like it’s the most normal thing, ignoring your flustered state

“I like being with you too, it’s comfortable, but I’m sure you’re dying to play. Let’s go so I can finally kick your ass”

“You wish you could” he chuckles while slightly pushing you; you were having so much fun that both of you failed to notice Kuroo, who was just about to enter his house when he saw you, with a happy smile on his face.

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fenikorg-talks · 10 months ago

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it has come to me that for some reason all setters are, like, superawesome players in every thing

when i first read haikyuu i didnt really liked volleyball, the sport was just a meh for me, but reading the manga was very life changing for me. i don't know if you have noticed this before but haikyuu is not only a story about vollebyall

back to the point: i read haikyuu, i started playing volleyball, and now I'm a setter for my team, but I don't feel like I deserve that title. because my team is a little tiny whit obsessed with the sport they all send me videos and posts and memes about it, and more than half of them are about how great are setters and how they can do everything and how they are the backbone of the team and blah blah blah, but I'm none of those things.

in haikyuu, all setters are special in some way: Kageyama is a prodigy who just wants to play volleyball with the very best and even tho he is one of the better players he continues to improve. Oikawa may not be a prodigy but if you tell me he's an average guy I will punch you in the face, that man's obsessed with it and so it drives him to push harder and harder until he wins against all monsters. Atsumu genuinely loves volleyball because its his entire life, his safe place, and he's a prodigy all by himself, he's witty and cocky and enjoys winning more than anything he works hard. and i'd be lying if any of them had an average serve, they're strong, not only them but also Semi, Shirabu, and Kogane, they're all strong players who can take whatever's demanded of them, they have nasty serves and get the job done

two months ago my team got into a local tournament and we haven't lost a match yet, let me tell ya it was not my doing. In fact, I spent four out of six matches on the bench because of an injury. They're all strong and smart and have a lot of strategies that I don't know of because of my absence, they know each other pretty well by now and know what to do or what to say in certain circumstances. I don't. Yet they still choose me in the starter line up in a 5-1 play and half of them wanted me as the captain.

i dont have charisma or am i good with words, I don't know these people as they know each other, I'm not half as good as any of them; yet they still choose to trust me and put me in the most important place in the game

how can i reciprocate my gratitude when I cant even get my serve to pass the net, nor I can set the ball like they want me to set it, or cheer them up when they're down?

I like reading and watching haikyuu, I really do, but i cant stand watching the setters doing a good job knowing that I don't do the same for my team. I want to get better, but my injury draws me back some days and other days is my mental health that is lacking

how can i prove them right when all I'm doing is proving their trust wrong? they're expectant of me and I cant make them feel proud of their decision. not to my team, not to my coach.

yesterday was the last day of coaching of one of our teachers, and I couldn't prove him, not even once, that his teachings had borne fruit. he was expectant of me, he tried so hard to teach me so many things, he even stayed late after practice with me so i could finally do something right... i cant shake the feeling that i might have made him feel useless because i couldn't do what he expected me to do. I wanted to make him feel proud, but all i got was a look of disappointment when we said goodbye.

#vent post #haikyuu #volleyball #setters #fenikorg talks #i want to cry #its not like anyone will read this anyway

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kookie-doughs · 2 years ago

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Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 15: Cookies

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You frowned. You were home alone and there was a practice that you weren't informed about. It was upsetting...

Until you realized you could finally proceed to your valentines surprise to the team.

You werent exceptional baker. It wasnt amazing or unique but it was good. You rummaged through your kitchen gathering the ingredients.

You took note of your missing ingredients. And went out to get them.

Atthe grocery, you got the ingredients and some other extra stuff as well.

To your surprise you find Yahaba at the chocolate section. He looked at you in shock.

You waved at him, he smiled awkwardly. You see his cart and you dont know what got to you when you approached him.

"Is that for Kyo?"

Yahaba was shocked you were talking to him but he nodded.

You smiled, "Youre gonna bake him something?"

"I wanted to... But I'm not really that good..."

"Wanna come over? I'm baking one for the team too." He looked at you confused. "Im not really that good either but im decent! I can tell salt and sugar apart." You laughed

He blushed, "I dont think we should..."

"Im over Kyo dont worry too much about my feelings" you rolled your eyes. " Plus..." Oikawa's face flashed in your mind and you blushed. "I like someone else now..."

Yahaba's firm look softened. "Do you wanna talk about stuff?"

You nodded and grinned. You both decided to pay for the ingredients and head to your place.

You both made a mess. Him having no experience and a mixer, it wasnt a good idea. He almost put too much of everything but the experience was fun.

You started cutting out the the cookie. And you saw him drawing on his dough.

You tapped his table and he looked at you.

"He likes volleyball you know..."

He smiled, "I do too. He told me about it... he wasnt accepted. "

You blinked, "But he's good at it?"

He looked at you sadly, "They didn't let him try out because of you."

You frowned. That's Oikawa's fault. You knew immediately.

You ran to Iwaizumi's room and grabbed 2 papers and a pen. You went back to him and wrote.

"Dear coach,

I am writing to recommend Kyotani Kenjiro. I am the manager at Aoba Johsai and Kyotani was someone that displayed much potential as someone who's worked with other varsities. Kyotani had displayed prowess and strength as a spike. I am only asking for a chance for him to display his abilities without any biased opinion.

Thanks,

Y/N L/N."

You gave it to Yahaba, and scratched the back of you head.

"Im not really good at those stuff. Do you think thats good?"

He nodded eagerly. And handed it back to you. "Thank you so much!"

You gave him thumbs up and spent the rest of the time talking until the baking was done.

After he decorated his. He thanked you and left. You looked at my batch. You decided to make your fondant.

You thought of how the boys would react to your cookies. You smiled. Then...

An image of Oikawa bluahing at the cookies he'll get from you made your heart jump. You definitely be embarrassed or be too shy or something. Then you thought of Iwaizumi getting angry again. You shivered at it.

You were gonna leave it on his table.

Then you realized. You've been thinking about Oikawa so much, the cookie you made him looked much different from the others. Your head steamed.

His cookies were in shapes of hearts and had romatic words written on. Your heart was beating out of your chest upon the thought of giving this to him.

He cant know you'd do this. I mean why would you even do it when you know he doesn't like sweets. He wouldn't think its from you.

You didn't leave your name on his pack.

You then took your cookies and hid them in your room. Then you cleaned up your mess at the kitchen.

Your stomach grumbled, so you decided you were going to eat out for lunch. And maybe pay the boys a visit.

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skippysartq · 11 months ago

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HQ 2nd gen Story WIP Previews 2

*Kuniko Ushijima and Uta Oikawa - Sea salt chocolate*

Ushijima Kuniko had the sweet scent of Chocolate, Oikawa Uta had the salty scent of the ocean.

They encouraged the other to do their best so their could watch the other at nationals.

Shiratorizawa wins.

After the match they agreed to meet up, sitting together nervous. Kuniko offers Uta some Pocky and they smile happily started talking when, they both get a text message from their parents.

The Japanese men's volleyball team.

Wakatoshi and Hajime unaware that they would be meeting each other's sons today. Leaving the rest of the team to do as they do going to pick up their sons from the Sendai gym.

Waiting for them out side was their sons.

"My dad is gonna be here soon to pick me up." Kuniko sighs. Uta perks up. "Hey, hey, we should swap contacts Kuniko." he says grinning. Kuniko's face lights up nodding his head fast.

Wakatoshi and Hajime get out of their cars and surprised meeting in the carpark. They walk to find their sons together talking about how practice went.

The two boys exchanged numbers, and look up noticing the two older men talking. Uta in shock whispered to Kuniko who was smiling like an idiot. "Is that the southpaw Ushiwaka?" he asked the two men now noticing the boys sitting fairly close together.

"Huh? Oh yeah, well that means I gotta go." Kuniko stood bowing and went to run off. Uta didn't let him, grabbing his jacket stopping him. "You know him?

"Yeah, Uta he's my dad. Ushijima Kuniko and Ushijima Wakatoshi." Kuniko points to himself then Wakatoshi. Uta was stunned, how he didn't notice.

"Thats kinda why my school mates call me Ushiko when cheering."

"Wait then, that Oikawa Hajime, my dads training coach over there..." Kuniko pointed over to the two who were kinda watching the interaction between the boys.

"Oikawa Uta." he says quietly with Little jazz hands. "Arh and the Kageyama on your team, I know him, his dad was my parents underclassman in middle school, he has a twin brother that you guys went up against before us."

"Yeah I know the whole team was surprised. Kageyama-sempai never really talked about his family so it shocked everyone to find out he was at Karasuno and they wore the same number crazy right?"

"Yeah it sure was, I was watching in the stands with Moriani-hana and Genki, despite him falling asleep at times."

The two laughed together.

"Come on they look like they are waiting for us." Uta stands taking Kuniko's hand and pulling him over to their dads.

"Oh, Kuniko how was your game!" Wakatoshi says not noticing the boys still holding hands as they stood there. Hajime on the other hands trying not to look at it. "I'm going to nationals! Papa!" he lifted both hands up. They all realised their hands wrapped tightly together. The two boys quickly let go Uta, hugged himself, Kuniko rubbing his hands awkwardly.

"Are you two?..." Hajime started, pointing between them. but was quickly stopped by a frantic Uta all red in the face. "N-no dad look we only met properly today, we didn't even know each other's last names until a minute ago, when you showed up." the two men looked at each other laughing.

The boys looked up the men, laughing, feeling confused as to why they were. "You like who you like, it's fine boys." the two sigh. Then hugged and waved goodbye getting a good smell of each other's scent so won't forget their scents.

"Good luck at Nationals, I'll be cheering for you okay Ushiko!" Uta yells as they went their separate ways until the next time.

The last team they had to beat was Karasuno, to everyones surprise, they found out that Kageyama Shun was a twin to Karasuno's own Number 5 and setter Kageyama Kento.

And the two really fought it out on the court.

Although Karasuno was tough, that crows still fell and Shiratorizawa moved on and claimed the raining powerhouse champions of Miyagi prefecture.

Maybe it was because they didn't have thier captain or acting captain and best spiker on court due to injury. But the White swans got through to the National tournament in Tokyo.

Uta in the stands yelling out a congregations!.

They texted for weeks sometimes practiced together on off days.

At nationals Shiratorizawa made it to day 5 and lose the second match. Regardless of the lose Uta watched the match's, cheered him on from the stands with their parents and celebrated with The two families, on them making it so far in the tournament.

*Shun Kageyama - The aftermath*

Shun's eyes widen as that instant of regret hit him in waves but hardly showed on his face.

"Shun Nikko, GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" The enraged voice of Shoyo boomed in everyone's ears, the sent of Anger and worry reach all of thier noses, as Tobio snapped out his head and rushed to help save his son. Kadashi holding an unconscious Kento in his arms and handing him off to Tobio.

Shun slammed the door to his own bedroom. Something he got to himself not even a full year at this point.

The steam of anger seething from his tightly clenched jaw. But he lets his breath go as he started feeling a bit dizzy. flopping down on to his bed facing the wall, the sudden feeling a guilt rushed through his body.

'I didn't mean to push him that hard. God what is wrong with me?'

He asked himself, hands over his mouth as he began to uncontrollably sob, eyes wide open, then shut tight, trying so hard not to let his mind stray that way,

'What kind of brother does that, pushing him into the water, he was bleeding and you did nothing. You felt it was okay to just get mad at him like that? You must love hurting him. You must of felt so good seeing his blood spill through the water like that, and you did nothing to help him.

And now your moving away to another school, leaving him all alone!'

"He. won't be alone.. He has friends and Kadashi, unlike me. I-I have nothing, I'm not even good at the thing I like."

"Mum, Dad, Grampa Kazuyo, Aunty Natsu, All our uncles, all played amazing volleyball in highschool and are professional now. How am I meant to be like them and keep up with Kento if I can't even get off the sideline as a bloody cheerleader, because I am no good at volleyball.I HATE IT!"

He got up again feeling the anger return. He didn't know what to do, all the pent up stress, from his life with his brother.

"I HATE IT!" he started swinging his arms around, knocking into some small items like, a trophy.

He smaked it off his draws, sending it flying across the room with some Colognes and pictures, the glass in the frames smashed loudly. Frowning Shun stamped right over to the photo, picking it, and his expression softens when he catches eyes of the photo in question.

It's of a younger him and his brother with Oikawa Uta, all in swimmer shorts standing together, smiling big, on the beaches of Brazil.

It felt like forever starring at the photo in hand. They where so much happier together on that beach, it was thier favourite day then, playing beach volleyball with The Oikawa's and Brazil fam, sad to say good bye to everyone when they had to leave.

The frown returned to his face when he remembered how everything changed since all those years ago.

Screwing his eyes up tight, Scrunching up the picture and throwing it where ever just nowhere near his line of eye sight.

Stomping around his room. Pulling at his hair, taking heavy, small breaths. "Can't stay here right now. Its to much." He grumbles, chucking on the nears shirt, walking to the door grabbing his school bag throwing it over his shoulder, he quietly left his room not to alert his parents.

Sneaking thought the halls, down the steps, keeping an eye out for anyone that could catch him.

Finally he made it to the front door slipping his joggers on at the Genkai not looking back as he left out the door and sped off down the street.

"Shun! Where are you going is everything okay over there?" He paused half a ways out of street when he heard his Aunty Natsu's voice calling to him.

Looking back to her, long orange fluffy hair tired in a bun wearing a nice outfit and light makeup. It looked as if she might be going on a date, as she was walking to her car parked outside the Hinata family home.

Not wanting to say anything, about what happened and that his is technically grounded right now, he waves and continued his run in panic.

He just needed to be away from that house, away from other people, away from Kento.

Huffing and puffing Shun soon came to a wide open field with just grass and a playground in the distance. That was okay there was only a few pups on the playground, and by the looks of it, they wouldn't be coming up and distributing him anytime soon.

This was the perfect place. He quickly jogged far into the middle of the field and grass, away from where anyone would notice him along the pathway the sliced right through the open space.

Shun threw down his bag and lay down his head on in, adjusting it for the best comfort as he starred up at the sky, wide blue and nothing blocking his vision. In the corner of his eyes the sun beamed down of his still body, the heat from the rays warming up his skin, the swaying grass, from the little breeze he had, tickled the exposed skin.

His hair falling over his face, limbs spread out as far as he could reach, the sun's rays of warm feeling like a nice secure blanket rapping around him, seeing some clouds rolling into his vision over head, Shun could only imagine of how a soft and comfy bed felt laying on it and the almost no unnatural Sounds came to his ears, he began to close his eyes.

There wasn't a lot of places like this where they lived so it was nice to have found it.

Shun felt as if he was back in HIS own bed on a cool summer night. It was so nice. He was undisturbed by any black haired twin brothers or nagging parents.

Taking a deep breath in and out like his parents had taught him.

"Hmmmm, this is nice." The orange haired teen spoke to himself aloud. Only he didn't expect a reply to his words.

"Yeah you're right to lay down out here it so good." The voice of a stranger was heard.

"Aarh!" Shun jumped, sitting up quickly and starred over at the stranger laying down next to him.

He had been enjoying himself so much that he hadn't noticed this person sneaking up on him.

The stranger in question, wore a jumpsuit that looked to be from a private school in the area. They had long light brown hair tired up in a ponytail with a green ribbon tie, and large greeny blue eyes, with a thin eyeliner wings.

"What are you doing?" He questions them as they too now sat up, facing him, he could see they had a light redness in thier checks.

'probably from running or something?'

"Well I was jogging along with my team and I saw you laying here, you looked so peaceful like you were about to sleep, thought I could join you." They say brushing some loose strands behind their ear.

Shun swallows the saliva forming in his mouth, nodding, before speaking up. "Well yeah it was pretty peaceful."

They smile and lay right back down again. Shun starred for a moment, the stranger's left eye opening looking right at him. "Well come on, you can't relax like that sitting up, silly."

The brunette reaches quickly taking hold of Shun's arm pulling him back down. Thier hand slipping under his head as not to let it bang on the ground to hard.

Shun tired to turn away, but the guy had a hold of him. Holding tightly to his shirt with his other hand forcing Shun to stay on his back starring straight up. "Just breath." They told him taking a deep breath in and holding it, as if to say they were waiting for him to do the same.

So he did, drawing in a deep breath and they both let it out together, after a few more times the stranger chuckled letting go of his shirt.

It was silence for a few seconds, before the red heard spoke up. "Who are you?" He questions, head rolling over to meet the others eyes. "I'm a 2nd year from Shiratorizawa, on the boys Volleyball team."

"Oh, what position do you play?" Shun asks now more curious about the guy. "I'm the Libero, in the starting line up since last year."

*Ruka Haiba-Yaku - Voiceless* CW// Violence, Mentions of R*pe and sl*t shaming

"Shut up!" They screamed rage seething for every pore of thier body, hot tears show themselves quickly.

They'd had enough of this. But this sliver of control they had was only for a moment, snapped back to the other.

He was taller then the Light brow haired teen, wider and stronger, picking them up by thier shirt, he made it so Ruka had to just tippy toe to reach the ground.

He slammed them back against a wall, twisting the shirt to become a little tight around the wind pipes. "You don't get to tell me what to do shrimpy whore."

"You think you can get what ever you want, such a big ego after you fucked MY omega." Poisonous words spitting out of his mouth, as the smacking of his lips echoed close to and in thier ear.

The horrible sound so close to thier ear, made them shiver and a sudden nauseous.

"And had the nerve to turn her against me." Growling as some of his Silvia lands on the brunette's cheek. "You didn't love her like she needed, what you did to her is rape, and force bonding doesn't make her belong to anyone." Ruka says slyly through clenched teeth, eyes narrow, shady but full of anger they held in for so long for people like this guy.

Alpha's that needed to be put in thier place and to respect who they choose to love and bond with.

Even if they never understood romance themselves, they knew the right and wrong of it all.

The Phenomenons coming of this guy wrank, blinding him by rage, he pulled a fist back, and it lands Ruka square in the nose, and with a knee to the gut to finish it off, dropping the smaller teen to the ground leaving them to cough and wheeze gasping for air if only for a moment.

The alpha is gone now, Ruka left sitting hunched against the wall they were previously held up choaking on.

Raggered breath, as they wring a hand around it to see in the pain would go away quicker. Head pounding and a warm substance trickling down thier face, they lift a hand, fingers touching it and blood.

"Great just what I need, to show up back home in this state. As if my parents don't already ask me enough questions."

They lean back huffing "and if I tell them I did it to save a girl, well who knows what kinda questions of a romantic gesture they will bomb me with." They clasp thier hands together, flutting thier eyelashes mockingly. Falling back to the with a small grunt, waiting out thier pain.

They should be used to this by now. That Alpha was right about them having sex with that girl, only because she asked them to. She had heard rumours of them being a kind and gentle as people needed them to be during sex.

He wasn't wong to call them a whore either. That's basically what they were. Only in it for the sex, nothing emotional. And well it helped other people emotional and with thier romantic lives, who were they to deny a person help they needed, it was doing good, they liked it.

They had always been able to help others that used the service they provided to be more open with themselves. But Ruka, for some reason was never really able to have the same courage as the people they helped.

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