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[azucanela]

DAY 9. DAYDREAMS

PAIRING: OIKAWA TOORU X  GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

WARNINGS: CURSING. 

A/N:

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Oikawa spent most of his childhood daydreaming of his adulthood. Of the possibilities that were to come. Primarily of volleyball. It’s funny, being so passionate about a sport to the point that it consumes most of your life. It’d been a problem, often. Unless you were somehow involved in volleyball, there wasn’t really a way for someone to be involved in Oikawa’s life. 

It had resulted in the end of plenty of relationships. Romantic and platonic alike. Though he’d remained one of the most likable people around due to his charismatic attitude, entering a relationship with Oikawa Tooru was viewed as a death sentence.

Few things were constant in his life, and those things just happened to be the very things he loved. His closest friend, Iwaizumi Hajime— whom he’d met through Volleyball, was probably the best example. 

Y/N L/N was not an example of one of those things, up until now. Oikawa hadn’t even known much about Y/N other than the fact that they was clearly one of the more high-achieving students. But they certainly weren’t a constant in his life, at least not until he was forced to use his weekends— one of the only times he had to do things other than volleyball; as much as he loved the sport, sadly, his education was still a factor. A fact that happened to be threatening his future.

Yes, Oikawa Tooru, the perfect boy, was failing one of his classes. And now required a tutor, said tutor happened to be Y/N L/N. 

Except meeting with Y/N weekly became meeting with them daily, and suddenly Oikawa found himself with another constant in his life. And his daydreams began to consist of things other than volleyball, like dates, with Y/N.

Basically, Oikawa had a problem. Or at least, that’s how he viewed it. 

“Are you kidding me?”

Iwaizumi on the other hand...

“Y/N deserves so much better than you, but this is the opposite of a problem, Shittykawa.” 

Didn’t seem to understand what he meant by problem.

Oikawa groaned in annoyance, watching as Iwaizumi rolled his eyes in response, shoving his rather aggressively towards the library door. “Iwa-Chan,” he drawled, “you don’t seem to get it. I can’t like—”

“Clearly you can.” Comes his reply, “you should confess. They’re nice, and clearly you’re going to need a tutor for a while.” Oikawa crinkles his nose at his words, though his Co-Captain was definitely right, seeing as he’d allowed his grades to fall quite a bit in light of their most recent championship and all the training they’d need to finally best Shirtatorizawa. Not that he’d be able to play if he was failing math and science by the end of the term. “Also, you’re lonely, it’s sad.”

Oikawa frowns in response, “I’m not lonely.”

“Not everything is about volleyball Oikawa.” Iwaizumi sighs, eyes shifting between the doors of the library and his friend. “You deserve to be happy, even if you are an idiot. Besides, this is the first time you’ve liked someone in a while, so you should try— I don’t know,” he pauses, searching for the right words, “taking the plunge.” He offers.

Oikawa looks at him incredulously, throwing his hands outwards in exasperation, “are you kidding me?” Oikawa asks as Iwaizumi turns to leave, “also since when did you become so wise, Iwa-Chan?”

“Just make the right choice Shittykawa!” He calls back in response, and without looking, Iwaizumi raises his arm to wave away his friend as he turns the corner.

It isn’t often that Oikawa finds himself daydreaming. Thoughts consumed by ideal realities. He’s never really had the time, always busying himself with schoolwork and volleyball. There weren’t many moments left between for him to relax. And yet, as he sat at the table of the library, awaiting Y/N’s arrival, he found himself doing just that. Mind drifting towards the possibilities that awaited him in the future.

Maybe the fact that his daydreams now included Y/N is the thing that clues him into the fact that he didn’t just like them. And maybe that’s why he gets so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely notices the textbook flying towards him and hitting him square in the face. 

“Oh my god! Oikawa— I’m so sorry!” Y/N cries out, watching as he falls back in his chair and onto the ground with a groan. “Do you have a concussion?”

He’s dazed for a moment, lifting his head up to see Y/N; a worried expression on their face as they make their way towards him, falling to their knees beside him. 

“What the hell, Y/N?” 

Y/N’s brows furrow at his words, “I kept calling your name and you weren’t responding.” 

“So you decided the best course of action was to throw a textbook at me?” He exclaimed, exasperated. “I thought you were nice!”

Y/N scoffs at his words, “I thought you were an athlete!” Comes their response, a crease between their brows as they bring a hand to his head to examine the bump growing on his forehead. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He grumbles out, wincing at the pain that the comes when Y/N brushes their hand over the forming bruise on his head. Oikawa inhales deeply through his nose.

“I don’t know— I thought you’d catch it.” Y/N exclaims, hand gesturing vividly as they spoke.

Oikawa looks up at them dully before saying, “I play volleyball, Y/N.”

“And?” 

Giving them a look, Oikawa continues, “you don’t catch the ball?!” When Y/N doesn’t reply, instead opting to roll their eyes, Oikawa simply smiles. Something that seems to alarm Y/N as they return their attention to him, watching as he allows a small laugh to escape him before letting his head fall against the floor. “You’re lucky I love you.”

A moment of silence. Oikawa can see the gears turning in their mind before they speak, “I— Excuse me? Are you concussed?”

He laughs once more, “not at all.”

“Then you’re just plain stupid.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you this time.” He picks his head up and offers Y/N a smile, “I happen to think falling for you was one of my better decisions.”

Y/N can’t stop the way their cheeks warm, looking away as they exhale deeply. “We have a study session to get to.”

“A study date?”

A pause, one that leaves Oikawa holding his breath. “Sure.”

DAY 8 <— —> DAY 10