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clubatsumu · 3 years ago

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i saw your request are semi open..maybe something lovely about Oikawa 🤒? (getting to know each other? (i know this is vague))

Ocean Waves

oikawa tooru x reader

wc: 9.4k

cw: long-winded conversations, sexual innuendos sprinkled in between, conversations about infidelity, one maybe r-18 scene but maybe it's not as r-18 as it is r-17.5 really, growing pains, themes of leaving

an epilogue to first love, late spring, just because this really doesn't make sense outside of that. i took a few liberties with the prompt because isn't commitment just getting to know each other everyday, for the rest of your lives? my shitty reasoning aside, please enjoy! i haven't written romance in a really, really long time. thank you for the prompt! im sorry if it took me like, a million years to answer. this is unedited as of now.

on the year before you and oikawa hit thirty, hanamaki and shiori participate in a duplicitous affair, sakura gives birth to a baby boy, and iwaizumi elopes with someone whom none of you have met. it’s nice, oikawa thinks, being a small speck in the universe, and spending his time on equally small, irregular things. he accepts that he will never be large enough to be create a disturbance to the expanding picture, but he thinks now, with all sincerity, that it’s fine. he is content with occupying his time on things like ordering you your pitchers of margarita, watching the mariachi bands you like, and trying to make you laugh in the sea-scented nights when they dedicate a rendition of la bamba to you.

love is a lamplight, the second one from the corner of the street that the house is on. that lamplight flickers, see, and it buzzes like it’s older than the rest. you pass by it as the two of you stumble back to his house together. midnight has come and gone: ten pm was the agreed-upon curfew, but it turns out curfews aren’t much paid attention to when no one is at home to get mad when you come back three hours past it.

“anata, anata,” you call, laughing, hands intertwined and completely, blissfully happy. “let’s gossip.”

the bugs are hoarding under the stream of fluorescent light, billowing back and forth and casting shadows on the cemented pavement. the two of you horde under the bugs.

“we always gossip,” anata replies. “are you drunk? hold my hand.”

what was two buttons undone on tooru’s shirt earlier has now progressed to four, the linen fabric hugging and billowing his tan skin. you’re not in a better state, cheeks flushed from the pitcher of margarita, a giggle always at the end of your lungs, dress more wrinkled than it was when you first left the house. the skin on your shoulders that sting from the sunburn is subsequently soothed by the cool night air.

you do. “i have something to tell you,” you say. “but promise not to tell anyone.”

“hmm.”

“i’m serious. i –” you make the most pained expression he’s ever seen. “just – don’t tell anyone. promise me.”

how do you explain that whatever you know, oikawa has to know too? you can’t explain it – never have been able to – but it’s always been like this with the two of you. it’s as if the tiniest truths are separated like dark oil passing through clear water, and everything comes bubbling up for each other to see. separation of substances, reduction to the truest form when together. cheesy shit.

“you know i won’t.”

“okay – not even hajime.”

“not even him.”

you squint, pausing for a moment, assessing the truth in his face, as if it could spell out to you what he means to do next. the horde of bugs keep buzzing above, pulling towards and pulling apart, changing shapes and changing the shadows – only the two of you are left untouched, unmoved. “okay. so…”

you’re barely through your front door when your phone rings. your hands are tied, carrying a handbag and holding the neck of your suitcase as you wrangle it through your apartment steps. “miwa-chaaaaan —” you call out, nice and long, your voice mixing with the equally annoying bzzt bzzt bzzt in your pocket.

your phone jumps out of your pants and falls quickly and resolutely on the linoleum floor.

she stumbles out of the kitchen. The phone keeps vibrating, working itself up so much it rotates in the same spot. “welcome baaaaack!” she says in an equally innocuous tone, catching your backside as you crouch to pick the phone up. “you’re drowning in bags.”

“i should’ve brought less,” you mutter as your handbag swings in an arch and hits your knee, and your hand fails three centimeters away. “fuck. i give up. i’m tired. nevermind.”

you drop everything on the floor. miwa, lithe and tall as ever, skips to you in a short leap whilst making absolutely no sound, and puts your face between her hands. “you’re so tan.”

you pretend to cry. “my sunburn hurts.”

“you poor baby. i can only imagine how hard it must be for you, having to vacation six months a year with her hot, hot boyfriend…” you tune her out after that.

later, in your room, lying on the single bed that’s exactly as you left it two months ago, you’re gathering the courage to unpack when the buzzing starts again. you feel nasty from your flight, and everything feels overly hot, limbs all overly heavy, and your phone is enemy number one because you know that once you open it, all attempts at unpacking – and assembling yourself into a decent human being to sleep under the covers instead of on top of them – will be forever lost.

you reach to your nightstand to grab your phone.

sorry, is the first message that greets you.

did you get home safe? tooru follows up right after the first message. you don’t have to call me back, you can just tell me you got home. we can talk once you’ve slept.

i’m going to keep calling until you tell me you’re there.

at least have mattsun tell me if you really don’t want to talk.

it rings again. “yeah, hey – sorry, i didn’t mean to make you worry,” is what you say first. there goes any attempts to leave the bed. “i just got home.”

you don’t tell tooru you let the phone ring ten times on purpose, and instead of answering, all you did was stare at it in annoyance.

“ok. that’s good.” tooru’s voice is quiet, subdued. “i’ll leave you to unpack then.”

“tooru.” you shift, sprawling yourself atop your comforter. you close your eyes.

“i’m sorry,” he immediately says. “i didn’t mean to snap at you yesterday.”

“it’s okay. you were tired. i was in a bad mood because…” why were you in a bad mood? because you had to leave again? miwa’s voice comes back suddenly, tugging at you like a guilty conscience. i can only imagine how hard it must be for you, having to vacation six months a year with her hot, hot boyfriend… but then – six months is a heinous exaggeration. you’re only ever in argentina for two months a year. tooru is in japan for three. that leaves seven months of… this. sometimes he comes back for the holidays, for the new year, but that can never much be counted on. you had the urge to scream at miwa earlier, tell her that yes, it is hard, so extremely hard you feel your patience fraying at its edges.

you can only pack so many bags. you can only call your boyfriend so many times. seven months is a long time to not have sex. the prospect of facing another stretch of that makes you feel lost, makes you feel like you’re about to die. “yeah. i’m sorry too; i was shitty to you the night before.”

the two of you have mutually agreed to not talk about the fact that all your fights happen when it’s time for one of you to head to the airport.

“are you unpacking?” he asks. you miss him already. you miss him so much you cry. you cover your hand to your mouth when the first sob escapes you.

it’s a sad picture to paint, made sadder by the hues of blue painting your room: the strips of streetlight spilling from the blinds, falling to your bed. your bed, probably dusty, with your lavender comforter still covering the sheets below. your suitcases on the floor, the zipper of one like a parted mouth, giving only a peek at the clothes inside, knowing it’ll probably stay that way until tomorrow. you, holding the phone to your ear, body heavy and heart weary as you bite your lip and sniffle to keep oikawa from noticing the breakdown that was on the verge of happening since you fought.

“yep. unpacking.”

“liar,” he says. only, you think he feels sad too. you can’t be sure. you can’t see him, and there’s a certain tremor in his voice you can’t hear through the phone. it’s second nature to you to read tooru – to exchange glances in a room when someone does something absurd, and only the two of you think so – but it’s not so easy when he’s so far away. “you’re not going to unpack until you run out of clothes.”

“ha,” you huff. you cry some more. you try to pass it off as a laugh, but that just makes it worse. you steady your chest. one breath, three. easy. you’ll see him again soon. you can handle it. “how’d you know?”

“i know you.”

he knows: he knows you’re crying. he knows you don’t know he knows. he knows you don’t plan on telling him. he doesn’t know why he knows, but it’s the same principle with the one you have – you simply do.

he knows to let it go. “so, you gonna get some rest or what?” his voice tells you. it’s only his voice, and you try to forget that you miss the rest of him. “ i know you didn’t sleep a wink on the plane.”

you squint, pausing for a moment, assessing the truth in his face, as if it could spell out to you what he means to do next. the horde of bugs keep buzzing above, pulling towards then pulling apart, changing shapes and changing the shadows – only the two of you are left untouched, unmoved. “okay. so.”

“so?” tooru laughs.

“okay.” you take a deep breath. a wisp of air whips around you, sticking strands of your hair on your lips. “shiori and hanamaki.”

oikawa is unperturbed. “what about them?”

you stop, hoping he’ll get it without you saying. with deep gravity, “shiori and hanamaki, tooru. shiori and hanamaki.”

his brows furrow. “what?”

you raise your own. his eyes widen. “what?” he says again, but this time more aware of the revelation. panicked, he cries out, “she’s married!” and it echoes on the sleeping street.

“yes!” you whisper loudly. “exactly my point.”

“what?” oikawa whispers back, inching nearer to you, as if asking you to correct yourself so his opinion on his friend doesn’t change. “you’re serious?”

“i wish i weren’t,” you cry, stress bubbling up after so long a time of repression. “wha – my god, my head is aching just thinking about it now.”

“your friend shiori and my friend hanamaki?”

“i don’t know any other people with their names, so obviously!”

a car passes by in the street, a honda civic model from the 2000s, as loud as it’s old. for its driver, the two of you must look like you’re having an argument, a fight. tooru is incredulous, holding his hands atop his head, face flushed and disbelieving as he paces back and forth. you’re standing still, arms crossed in front of your chest as you essentially vibrate with disappointment. someone must have cheated, the driver thinks, and he isn’t entirely wrong.

“holy shit.” tooru rounds back to you, eyes circles. the car has gone down the slope of the street, and it fades into the distance. “when did you know?”

“we were at makki’s izakaya, was it a day before i left sendai? around that time, maybe. she told me five minutes before we went inside. she pulled me aside, asked me what i thought about extramarital affairs–”

“jesus.” oikawa breathes through his nose.

you nod, “so i told her, what the fuck? is your husband cheating on you? then shiori looks at me like she killed a dog, tooru, i swear – her eyes welled up and all. you know i’ve never seen her cry? i tried to console her because she looked so messed up – who won’t be messed up if her husband was cheating on her, then again? then she cried and told me she didn’t mean it. i thought she didn’t mean to kill the husband and the mistress, so i told her, yeah it’s alright, it happens – but then she tells me about how she and hanamaki have been close ever since we got together again, and one thing led to another – with them. the two of them.” you circle brack, breathless. “shiori and hanamaki.”

“who else knows?”

oikawa steps down the sidewalk step, then steps back up to come closer to you.

“me, sakura, ren, you – not her husband, that’s for sure. tooru, what will happen if her husband finds out? hanamaki will die. i swear. he’ll die, like, splat! on the pavement, goodbye takahiro.” you kick away a stone as you reach the gate of the house, thinking of it as hanamaki’s dead body.

tall, smart-mouthed hanamaki takahiro, aoba johsai class of 2012.

oikawa opens it with a clang, and the two of you stumble up the foyer steps, when you sit in front of the front door instead of opening it. you’re tired and easy from the alcohol as you lean your head on his shoulder, from the energy of the conversation, from the lightness of finally being able to tell tooru a secret that you’re keeping that isn’t even yours. “you can’t tell iwaizumi. you can’t even tell matsukawa. you can’t tell anyone.”

“i won’t.” he swats your nose in annoyance. but then he adjusts himself so you can fall sideways and place your head on his lap. “why’d you think she did it?�� oikawa asks, already far away, already deep into the conversation, already past everything superficial.

“who knows why anyone does anything,” you mutter. the terracotta tiles dig onto your tailbone. “she got married… two years ago, i think. but before that she told me she didn’t like her husband’s family. the in-laws are too stiff, the husband is too lax, that kind of jam?”

“i can imagine,” he answers.

“hmm. shiori’s always been – i wouldn’t know how to describe it. free? she’s never thought about what she would do five minutes from now. the funny thing is, when we got together, shiori, sakura, and i got closer to hanamaki and matsukawa as well. we were all in sendai, geographical bonding and all that, maybe? and in my mind, i always thought they’d do well together if she wasn’t so… married, but what she’s doing now is wrong. what hanamaki’s doing is wrong. i keep telling her but she won’t listen. sometimes being a free spirit isn’t reason enough to be an asshole.”

“i’m glad i can pretend to not know.”

“lucky you,” you grumble.

“we shouldn’t feel responsible for them,” oikawa tells you, all sage. he’s been sage ever since high school, but no one ever really knows but you. the way he’s able to tell what people want is a talent you love watching him perform, but he likes acting daft and dense and pleasing. it’s funny, the way people are always unguarded around him.

“but we still do.”

“it’s hard not to, when it’s about the people you grew up with.”

you tilt your head at him. “do you think they feel responsible for us too?”

“what? us?” he guffaws. “we’re perfect.”

“we’re really not,” you reply somberly.

you think about – well, everything. then you think – no, you’re not perfect at all. you and tooru aren’t very easy to swallow individually, and it’s probably worse when you’re together.

“no,” he admits. “but i think we’re doing well with what we’re given.”

“oikawa, pinch me. you almost sounded satisfied with your life.”

it comes out sad because the root of the statement was sad. sometimes you love tooru too much it hurts. it’s a pain in a place you can’t see, a phantom limb — a memory you know will come but hasn’t yet. this pain — this warped form of love — doesn’t come often, for your usual way of loving tooru is slow, silent, and steady, as it has always been ever since you met him the second time. still, there’s a great deal of goodbyes exchanged between the two of you, it’s hard not to feel like you have a phantom limb. it’s hard not to wait for the other shoe to fall, for the clock to run out. because it always does, without fail.

“you think i’m not?” he traces the hurt in your words, tries to pry it out.

you sit up. you’re hit with dizziness, and the strap that’s been holding onto your shoulder so valiantly all through the night now falls. “are you?”

“you know the answer to that.”

you close your eyes, bumping your nose to his shoulder and smelling the detergent of his shirt mixing with the white rum you’d accidentally spilled on him earlier. “i really don’t. i really, really don’t know what i think these days.”

“i am.” he tells you, determined. “satisfied. i really am.”

the lamplight flickers.

itterashai translated means i will go and i will come back.

it is and – the word sandwiched between the going and the coming back. although you know it’s not supposed to be this literal, it's your job to pick apart sentences until the words unstick themselves from the string of the period; again until the words are shredded into letters; and then once you've done that, the dismantled alphabet look up at you from your screen, lost and alone, waiting to be grouped together again.

this is the distinction: it is and, it is not but. it is not i will go, but i will come back, because the but betrays a tone of remorse. remorse of going, of wanting to stay.

you’re not even supposed to be thinking about this, zoning out in the middle of the departure lounge.

“itterashai,” oikawa says, and you leave your body, silently cursing conjunctions and lack of clarity, the need for context for everything – why can’t itterashai be i will go and i will come back, why must it be take care for the sake of concision? when oikawa tells you itterashai, it is a promise, not a bid to take care. why is concision more important than accuracy anyway?

why can’t he stay?

you swallow, blinking, regaining your mind. you refocus, and he is in front of you, as clear as water. he smiles sadly. he must know. how couldn’t he? the only person who knows exactly how you’re feeling is him. he crinkles his eyes, your tooru. like a child, knowing you’re fond of the joke, he babbles, “ba-bye.”

you take a steadying breath, not wanting to kick up a fuss over something that you’ve signed up for willingly. you take a deep breath and steel the ache in your chest, asking it to save itself for later. “ba-bye. i’ll see you soon.”

ocean waves, you think – ocean waves, he’d told you, at the second goodbye at the second airport, when the two of you were just getting used to this. the ocean waves always come back to shore. trust. wait. we’ll be together again soon. this is the twenty-seventh goodbye. you’re not counting anymore. you thought this arrangement would get easier with time, but it didn’t.

you watch tooru’s back as he leaves through the gate.

tadaima, he’ll tell you two months later when he flies back for the season, and you know you should look forward to it, but you find yourself picking apart tadaima as well – i have just come back home now. you scoff.

there so many words in the world, yet none of them can describe this, here, now. there is no itterashai that is laced with regret, no tadaima that comes with a promise to never leave again.

“lightning never strikes twice,” he says, eyebrows drawing infinitesimally, eyes welling up at the poignance of his monologue. he looks like an airbrushed prince, almost too delicate, fit for a glass museum. there are no pores on his skin. it is a plus surely, fair skin, and yet the absence of pores gives to the presence of insincerity; you can’t help but believe he doesn’t believe what he’s saying, and his monologue, much like everything else, is as deep as the mud of the rice paddy barely touching their ankles. “unless it’s love, takada-chan. unless it’s love –”

you hit the spacebar with alarming speed. it jumps under your finger, as if crying from the force. “i can’t take this.” you announce, slumping down your desk. “it’s horrible. horrible, horrible movie.”

you shudder, and your tongue lols out as you grip your shoulders. your voice is an octave higher, a tone louder. oikawa is at your back two seconds later, and he is annoying. almost as annoying as the movie’s hero. “you seem stressed there,” he booms, all sunday morning radio announcer. “should i hold an exorcism?”

you massage your temples. “get out.”

“it’s my house.” he kisses your cheek, all wet and sloppy. he licks your cheek like an overenthusiastic dog. you get annoyed even more as you wipe it off.

“what happened to equal rights?”

oikawa turns his gaze at your laptop screen. “are they kissing underwater?”

you nod. “there are bubbles.”

“how does that work?” he’s a picture of academic curiosity.

“this movie has no redeeming qualities. none. i have never seen anything as uncharming as this shit. it’s infuriating.”

the warm light hugs the floor. the fan whirs somewhere in the background. the room smells like citronella, warding off the mosquitoes that come out at dusk. it’s sticky hot, and so your hair is pulled up off your nape, and you’re wearing as little as possible.

“lighting never strikes twice…” oikawa slowly repeats, only just now catching up. “yeah, i’ve heard of that somewhere.”

you groan for a completely different reason. the two of you are holding different places in the same conversation. it would be disastrous, were it anyone else.

“it’s the same saying…” he tells you. “you know, falling in love twice with the same person?”

you grab his hand, not hearing what he said, mind already on something else. “come out with me to the pool. we need to try. see if it’s logistically sound.”

“what?”

“let’s kiss underwater. is it possible?”

“possible? sure. but maybe… we’d die?”

you clap your hands, already standing up. “let’s just not die. easy-peasy. let’s go, tooru. up, up.”

iwa-chan’s been calling him insane more and more frequently. oikawa’s used to an average of 12.3 per week, but now, according to his latest calculations, iwaizumi has called him insane and all its synonyms in an all time peak of 20.6.

he balances the phone on his ear as he spreads jam on a slice of wheat bread, feet bare on the cold kitchen floor as iwaizumi rants and grumbles miles and miles away. “... you’re actually deranged if you think – how long?”

oikawa, having not listened the past minute and thirty seconds, takes a bite of his breakfast. “how long what?” he says between a mouthful. “where are you, by the way? you still on that island with that surfer? what about your job – don’t tell me you quit? iwa-chan, is there a wedding? you might get married at the rate you’re going.” oikawa’s voice gets more and more frantic. “hey, have a wedding there, why don’t you? we’ve always wanted to attend a beach wedding – well, i attended one years ago in san carlos, and so i told her, so she’s been jealous ever since –” oikawa cuts his own sentence with a whine, like the thing he’s about to say next is his brightest idea. “iwa-chaaaaaan! have a beach wedding and invite me and my girlfriend so that she’ll be happy.”

silence on the other end, and oikawa puts the phone on speaker as he pitters to the other room to open a few windows to let in the warm breeze, still chewing. “have you been listening to me?” iwaizumi asks softly.

the window creaks, and tooru is hit with a pang of the absence of you. if you were here, the windows would have already been opened hours ago. “‘course.” he hasn’t.

“i told you, i talked to hanamaki. hanamaki’s been talking to shiori.”

“hmm, what about it?”

“oikawa, how long do you plan on keeping this up?” he’s serious now. oikawa goes back to the phone, takes it off speaker, and puts it to his ear.

the sunshine is gone from his face, replaced instead with something somber. “what did shiori say?”

“she didn’t say anything to shiori, if that’s what you’re thinking, but shiori has her own concerns – they were asking me, so then i have to be the one to ask you. make shiori at peace.”

oikawa sits down, feels the cushion dip, remembers fondly that if you were here, your feet would have been on his lap in an instant. he wonders if you really haven’t been talking to shiori, or if iwaizumi is just saying that to protect his feelings. “what concerns?”

“like how long you plan on keeping this up.”

this refers to everything. the expensive plane tickets. the suitcases. now, shiori has something to say about it, so hanamaki has something to say, because hanamaki’s been in love with your best friend since he was old enough to grow a limp excuse for a goatee. in extension, iwaizumi has something to say, even though he’s not even in japan and has all the information delivered to him through group chats, where information is always diluted and inaccurate. of all people, he’d think iwaizumi was the one who’d give him a little credit.

“long distance is hard, and shiori’s worried she’s hurting more than you are… because, well, you got a higher threshold for it. the distance.”

“hajime,” tooru says, and iwaizumi knows he’s not joking anymore, because he hardly uses his first name to address him unless he’s not in the mood to mess around. “we – my girlfriend and i, we talk to each other too, you know. we know what we’re doing.”

“yeah,” replies his best friend, knowing to back off because oikawa hardly ever turns this grave, and if he’s been pushed too far, tooru is exactly the kind of lunatic who’ll never talk to a person again. “yeah, yeah. i know.”

they hang up soon after that, but tooru is left with a nagging feeling. he kind of resents iwaizumi at this moment – actually, he’s been kind of wanting to punch his best friend lately; ever since iwa-chan met that surfer and got all busy, because really? only oikawa has the right to be busy – and he can’t wait to tell you about it. he stops when he realizes he can’t. it’ll be two weeks until you arrive here. he already marked the day on his calendar so he won’t forget to pick you up from the airport.

he starts typing, tries to find the right question – how does he even phrase this? he types and deletes for five minutes, until you beat him to it first. you must have been on your phone too.

what? you message him. you’ve been typing for eternity.

then he finds his question, right that second – are you happy, with me?

he sends a bullshit emoticon instead – he doesn’t remember what – knowing he can’t send you that message, those exact words, because he couldn’t handle it if the answer wasn’t yes.

“oikawa, pinch me. you almost sounded satisfied with your life.”

“you think i’m not?” he traces the hurt in your words, tries to pry it out.

you sit up. you’re hit with dizziness, and the strap that’s been holding onto your shoulder so valiantly all through the night now falls. “are you?”

“you know the answer to that.”

“i am.” he tells you, determined. “satisfied. i really am.”

the lamplight flickers.

“are you?” he asks, before it clogs too much in his throat and he has to swallow it back down again.

“am i?” you hum. what kind of answer is that, you’re not sure of yourself. “you tell me.”

he’s resigned when he says, “are we about to fight?”

your curves around the ball of his shoulder. “i don’t want us to,” you admit softly. “i really don’t.” you grip his arm with your hands. you’re moving far too much, and he is as still as a statue. you know he isn’t taking this well – that, while you were hurting, he was hurting just as much.

he turns his gaze down. “neither do i.”

the keys are on the step below what the two of you are on, along with his phone and your phone, and his bifold wallet where your high school graduation picture is tucked in the transparent compartment.

“do you think we’ll be sick of each other?” you breath raggedly “like shiori is sick of her husband? do you think you’ll wake up one day and realize you don’t love me, or worse, you don’t like me? what if you grow sick of me?”

“i don’t think i ever will.” he places his cheek on your head.

you squeeze. “okay, but how are you sure?”

“i just am. is this your roundabout way of telling me you’re sick of me?”

“no.” you shake your head resolutely. “i don’t think i’ll ever be sick of you, tooru. i love you too much for that. i love you too much – yeah. i don’t know. even though i’m annoyed with you i love you. i think i’ll love you forever, if you’ll let me.”

“so what are you worried about?”

“everyone is moving on.” you fix your gaze on the streetlight. “we’re… stuck. i feel like we’re stuck. i don’t know what’s right or wrong. do you think we’re stuck?”

“you know how i am. i’m alright as long as i have you.”

it’s such a line that you laugh, but you know he’s sincere about it. he really is dense when it comes to it. he could be in the most uncomfortable position and he’d never even notice. but he did notice for you– and maybe, you guess, the only reason he’s hurting about the distance is because you are.

“yeah, you are absentminded. cheesy. corny. i hate shiori. i hate your friend hanamaki.”

“i hate iwaizumi,” he admits. “he told me you weren’t happy with me.” his tone is petulant. you’re startled at what he says, replying immediately, “did he say that?”

“is it true?” he casts a short glance at you, stuck by his side.

“i’m not happy with the situation, it’s true. maybe they picked up on it. but i’m happy with you. please understand that i’m always happy with you.”

he takes a steadying breath as he places his hand on yours. “i can move back to sendai in a year. maybe six months, if i start my paperwork.”

sakura gives birth to a healthy baby boy, seven pounds to the decimal, on a balmy summer day. the night before, her contractions come, and she rushes to the hospital after dropping her other kid – the one who has already been pushed out of the womb five or so years ago – at your apartment. miwa is gone, moved to kansai closer to her father and their farm. there was no going around it, she sighed, i was always supposed to go back to manage it for him once he got older – i guess the future is now. at least my rice will be free for the rest of my life, no? that’s a good thing, babe. don’t start crying or else i’ll cry too– goodness.

kaori, the older sister of the baby currently being pushed out by her distressed mother, is full of questions about where her mommy is and where her daddy is, and if she’s getting a little brother now? right at this moment? what does giving birth mean? how do babies come out? and everything else within that sphere. you explain to her with as even a tone as possible to soothe her, that yes, her mommy is fine and that the two of you will come visit tomorrow morning. tonight though, she and auntie will have a sleepover, how does that sound?

“where’s uncle handsome?” uncle handsome is tooru. anyone with a brain can guess how that came to be.

you roll socks on her feet to keep them from getting cold, crouching in front of her very nice princess-like position on your living room sofa. you grab for the remote and turn on a movie for her. “uncle handsome is in argentina right now, baby.”

“ar-ta-gi-na? what’s that?”

this is her 57th question. she has been with you for a total of two hours. you smile exasperatedly, wondering why you can’t seem to run out of patience. you should have already, human nature dictates, but you haven’t. you like this – here, now. a kid. “that’s a place. somewhere far away.”

“is it very far away? far-er than okinawa? gramma and grampa live in okinawa, that’s why they can’t take care of me tonight.”

“farther than okinawa. very, very far.” you open your arms wide to show her. “like that.”

“why is he there?”

“because he has work there.”

“but auntie pretty –” this is also tooru’s doing. sometime, you can’t remember how long ago, he placed kaori on his lap and pointed at you, isn’t she pretty, your auntie? the prettiest girl in the world? and so now to the kid, the two of you are a boxed set. “why? why can’t he work here?”

“because,” you start, flopping yourself down on the cushion beside her, snuggling close to her hair. “because he has very important work there that he can’t take here.”

“when can i see him again?”

“soon, darling. very soon. i’ll bring him to you as soon as he comes back, okay? promise.”

the next morning, you and kaori ride the train to the hospital as you deliver her back to her parents, all limbs complete and intact. before you come home, you pass by the nursery where all the babies are displayed, kind of like bread at a bakery from behind a glass.

you facetime tooru, bring the camera up so he can see all of them, but especially the little one wrapped in a blue blanket with yellow rocket ships and white stars. sakura’s baby. the same sakura who cut your bangs at fifteen and made a mess of it, too much so you wore a hat the next day to school. sakura’s all grown up now, you think softly. you imagine being responsible for something like that takes some really grown up courage. so you call tooru, and the call connects, and you don’t have to tell him how sentimental you’re feeling for him to know.

“they’re kind of like little pieces of bread when they’re displayed like that,” he tells you, voice scratchy from the transference, and you laugh.

tooru follows your request, obedient as he is. so there you are, in the pool, neck deep and on your tiptoes. “okay, we can do this.” you put your hands up in a pumping-fist motion. you’ll prove that shit movie wrong.

tooru has the audacity to question you. “i thought we weren't supposed to? i’m not sensing any consistency here.”

you roll your eyes. “shut up and follow my lead.”

your lead, as it turns out, is choking on water. it gets into your nose, your airways, your everything, the moment you try to kiss him, and it’s the most unpleasant feeling you’ve had since a bout of diarrhea eight months ago. both of you emerge, and you gasp, splutter – check off every conceivable reprieve. tall as he is, you latch onto his neck with your arms to keep yourself from just finishing the deal and drowning.

oikawa like rubbing salt on wounds, especially yours. in heavy juxtaposition, he keeps your head from the water by holding your hips up. “follow my lead, she says.” you sputter and cover your face, already laughing and already embarrassed as he rolls his eyes, mocking you. “let’s kiss underwater, she says. let’s prove a point.”

“i’m breaking up with you,” you say in the most gnarly voice known to man. you cough some more.

“no, you’re really not. let’s try again. close your mouth until i open it, understand?”

you look at tooru from under wet eyelashes. there are many sides to him, you think, but the competitive, bloodthirsty one, you rarely get to see unless you catch him after the end of a loss. but even then, he separates himself from you, locks himself in another room like he’s choosing exile to avoid conflict. this side – the bossy one, comes with the competitive one, and something must have ticked in him to want to succeed in your silly request.

he rubs your back as you expel your last few puffs of failure. “ready?” he asks, brows drawing up, and you think – not for the first time – how handsome he looks. “i’ll go down again.”

tooru is victorious. you keep your eyes open, chlorine stinging, waiting until he presses his cold lips on yours. his hair is floating around him, the world is different underwater. you float up and out, back to reality. “so it’s possible.”

he pats your back. “only ‘cause you got an awesome boyfriend who’s talented at everything.”

“only ‘cause i got an awesome boyfriend who’s talented at everything.” you smile, movie long forgotten. “it’s true.”

“aw, shut up,” he looks away.

“what?” you ask imploringly. “you think i’m lying?”

“i’m not used to it. shh a while, let me bask in the glow of your compliment.” he tilts his head up to the maroon sky.

“do i not compliment you enough?” you ask worriedly.

“you can compliment me twenty times a day and i’ll still aim for twenty-one. it says more about me than it does about you, i promise.”

you stroke his hair. “since when did you get so mature?”

“i dated a fifty year-old woman once –” you punch his shoulder. “joke! it was a joke!”

you swim away from him. the water ripples around you as you kick.“she was forty-two. woah, woah, don’t leave, i was joking! there are a lot of things we can do in the pool.”

“like? laps?” still, you swim away.

“kissing.” he wiggles his brows. you scrunch your nose in response. you reply, swimming away, “i’m not a fan.”

“if i got water in my nose like you did, i wouldn’t be either.”

you splash a few to his direction, laughing. “will you let me rest?”

“i read something last night.”

“yeah, i saw you at two am with your phone still on. has your insomnia gotten worse?”

he stays on his spot easily, leaning his arms on the poolside. you swim back, a funny doggy paddle until you reach him. you put your palm on his head, like the insomnia will reveal itself to you through that. you wish you could take it from him. he doesn’t sleep well, and you worry all the more when he’s not with you. last night, you were burrowing under the blankets when you blinked awake to the light of his phone. that was when he told you to go back to sleep in a quiet whisper, and an offer of his left hand to you. you grasped it with both of yours and went back to sleep, too tired to argue or ask him to go to sleep with you.

“it wasn't insomnia. i’ve been sleeping well recently, actually.”

“really?” you ask, surprised.

“yeah, it was because i accidentally drank coffee yesterday afternoon – anyway, i read an article about the top ten best kisses, ranked in an actual survey with a decent sample size.”

you bark out another laugh. “tooru, you really fascinate me.”

“i know, right?” he blinks. “i fascinate myself too. now, i have taken it upon myself to share my knowledge with you, unknowing peasant.” he grabs your face with his two hands, squeezes your cheeks with the heels of his palm until your lips turn kiss-y and fish-like.

“this is such a roundabout way of telling me you’re a pervert.” you say in a garbled voice. “i know that already.”

“top ten is the underwater one. which is why i remembered it only today. i’ll show you top nine, come here – ”

you crane your neck away. “are you going to spit in my mouth?”

“no. not until top five.”

“let’s just do the top ten to six then.” you nod.

“i think you’ll like the number one kiss.”

you’re incredulous. but you let him continue. as is what the two of you do. “top nine is called the french kiss –”

you laugh so loud a few birds shake themselves off the trees and flutter into the night. “are you fourteen?”

“our first french kiss happened when we were fifteen.” he corrects you.

“our last one is going to happen when we are twenty-nine.”

“i’ll change your mind.” the french kiss happens, and unsurprisingly, it’s the weakest, most libido killing french kiss in the history of french kisses. he tastes like chlorine, and you’re pretty sure the two of you are killing years off your lifespan with what you’re doing now.

“okay, done?” you raise your brows. “eight. go.”

“easy.” it’s his turn to crane his neck away. “i’ve been thinking earlier while you were choking on water and flailing like a fish, about that line?”

“cute.” you pinch his rib and he winces away. “the one about the lightning?”

“yeah, i think it’s pretty nice. out of context and everything. about not being able to fall in love twice. anyway, number eight is called a lip trace.”

“are you making up the names?” you giggle against his mouth as he very aptly traces your lips with his tongue, a barely there flutter that was much better than the outright sucking from earlier. you repeat what he did on you, to him.

“you know me so well. seven. you decide what to call it.”

“nibble?” you grasp the word in english. his teeth are nice and white, and incredibly gentle as it nips at your bottom lip. “that one’s nice. nibble. phonetically speaking, it’s a nice word. who’d you fall in love with twice? let me guess, the fifty year-old?”

“yes,” he deadpans.

“hmmmm. six?” you implore now, flushing closer to him.

“six.” he points his index finger up, as if just remembering. “not on the lips this time.” he tells you as he kisses from your jaw to your neck. “i just think it’s nice to fall in love with someone twice. can you fall in love with the same person more than two times? is there a saying for that? whatever language.”

“yes. english. it’s called ‘down bad’.”

he tilts his head up. “you serious?”

“only half. five?”

“don’t get distracted.” he bites your shoulder softly. “i said i was going to spit, did you forget?”

“christ.” you snort. “in broad daylight?”

the world has fallen to dark blue skies, and the streetlights from down the hill are opening slowly, one by one. the light from the house spills to the poolside, but it’s only warm, and there’s nothing much it can do. “it’s getting dark. should i postpone spitting?”

“yes, later. four?”

“four is a hickey on the neck.”

you laugh, tracing it. “i figured. so? do you love that fifty year-old woman more everyday? what’s her name?”

“ha. no. but i came to very sudden realization while you were –”

“choking, i know.”

“yep. that i love you, even though you’re embarrassing.”

“thank you for your bravery.” you whisper gravely, kissing the corner of his mouth. there’s a lot of kissing, and even more hands. you smile.

tooru smiles back, eyes closed. “anytime.”

he knows – he knows you have a weakness for that face. “what’s number one?” you ask suddenly.

“oh – lightning will strike you for sure with number one.” he laughs as his hand creeps under your swimsuit.

you stay there, because going up takes too many steps, too many minutes, and you’re all wet anyway, so that’s another problem waiting to happen. besides, the sun’s been down for a while, and while the poolside might be uncomfortable (the man’s knee is busted, or at least close to it, and you take it within yourself to massage it as often as you can), the pool itself is very conducive.

oikawa’s eyes crinkle at the sides now, you notice, and so you tell him, “aren’t you too young to be aging?” and he loses it.

he buys eye cream, and wrinkle cream, and whatever else cream your vain boyfriend finds in top recommendation posts, or the most expensive ones in the drugstore. you laugh at him until a package of another type of fucking cream arrives at the door and the bill to pay is much too large to be serious and it isn’t funny anymore.

you put his brutally expensive eye cream on him, warm fingers on cool balms on warm skin, and he talks you through it like you’re still somehow getting it wrong. you’re sure no one can get wrong wiping eye cream can go wrong. tooru huffs for the seventeenth time. “it needs to be an upwards motion.”

you frown and pull downwards on purpose.

he opens his eyes in a threat, and you stare right back. “one more, tooru, and i swear i’ll stick my finger in your eye. then you won’t have to see your wrinkles anymore ‘cause i’d have made you blind.”

he doesn’t say anything. out of fear? definitely.

you clear your throat. “so, this abuela down the street that sells pancho, you’ve seen her right?”

“mhmm,” he replies. “rosita. should i buy dinner from her tomorrow?”

“no, i was talking to her – you know her grandson’s this, like, mariachi band? and they play down by the bay sometimes. i was thinking we should go when you’re free. when are you free?”

“never,” he laughs wryly, then thinks about you with the smell of sea salt clinging to the strands of your hair, and the dress you’ll wear, and the way you’ll twirl in it under the warm embrace of cheap lights strung above as they tighten and loosen from post to post. He thinks about your smile when the music starts to pick up, because you like the strings of the violin twining with the exhale of the saxophone. “i’m never free – but now. i’m free now.”

so you go down to the beach holding hands, and the wind does pick up your hair, and he stares down the side of your head, and sees your eyes engrossed at the sight. you take to pieces of san juan like the bustle, and the noise, and the constant streams of heavy syllables and rolling consonants. and san juan, thinks tooru, takes to you, opening its arms wide to let you in. the mariachi band of rosita’s grandson dedicates a song to you in the next act, and you’re so pleased, uninhibited, and you ask tooru to dance with you at the center.

the two of you stumble back to his house together when eleven thirty rolls around. what was two buttons undone on his shirt earlier has now progressed to four, the linen fabric hugging and billowing his tan skin. you’re not in a better state, cheeks flushed from the wine and a giggle always at the end of your lungs, dress more wrinkled than it was when you first left the house.

“anata, anata,” you call, laughing, hands intertwined and completely, blissfully happy. “let’s gossip.”

you like watching tooru with friends. he’s outgoing – smart, witty, funny, and his charm multiplies with the number of people in the crowd. you pinch his thigh under the table everytime makki and shiori talk, and everytime he winces in pain before firmly taking your hand in his and squeezes once, twice, to remind you not to say anything.

this was the agreed upon action. the two of you made a plan in argentina, sealed it and confirmed it final as you were washing the dishes – that was after a particularly long and rough paragraph ren sent to your group chat with the four of you, about the legal and technical ramifications of affairs. you had oikawa read it to you while you lathered the plates with soap, pausing only in between to exclaim, “this is so fucked up.”

“you’d think a normal person would hear the word affair and immediately decide that it’s bad. your friend ren is a show off.” it’s always your friend this and your friend that when someone does something embarrassing.

“she needs to show off because shiori is as blind as a bat.”

now, back in sendai you squeeze his leg again, and he hisses and jumps again and puts his lips straight to your ear. “my thigh is as purple as an akebi. please stop, darling. i see what you see.”

you acquiesce. then he goes outwards again, and you are left watching him. you’ll miss him acting like this. it’ll probably come in shorter intervals, watching the group tease him, make him whine and laugh. in san juan they tease him from time to time, but there’s always an underlying tone of respect. here, between the walls of the mahogany booth, there is no respect for oikawa whatsoever as they make him chug another shot. you pat his back lightly as he does, and he turns to you with his cheeks flushed pink and squinting, offering the half of the tiny glass to you, an admittance that he can’t finish it.

you take it from him quickly before anyone can react, because you are nothing if not dutiful, in love with him, and willing to make him as happy as possible – even if that means taking all the drinks he cannot take. you chug down and place it back on the table.

“unfair?” sakura points at the two of you.

“loser,” matsukawa deadpans.

you and tooru laugh.

after it’s over, they hug you tight, tell you goodbye, and you and tooru walk home and away, off to sleep until tomorrow’s flight. sakura tells you that kaori will miss you, and in return you promise to send her the nicest gifts for her birthday every year.

“ito-san!” you call. you place an extremely large paper bag on her table, inside it is a lot of green tea and a lot of canned mackerel– the good kind, of course, because the uranishi would talk shit about you if it were anything less. “what’s my fortune?”

“i don’t know.” she squints at you, leaning back on her foldable chair. “i sense you’re going away.”

“shit,” you say, eyes wide. you lean closer. “you’re really good.”

“it’s because your passport is peeking out of your handbag, you doofus. give me your hand.”

you comply after sheepishly tucking your passport back. you lay it on her red mantlepiece as she runs her fingers over your lines.

“how long?” she asks, gaze still focused.

you figure it shouldn’t take this long, your reading, but you’d like to believe she’s stalling because she’s as fond of you as you are of her. “i’ll come back in december, but not always, i think? maybe once or twice a year? i applied for a teaching position there and got it, so it’ll really depend on the schedule surrounding that.”

“and love?”

what a… surprising thing to ask about. still, you reply, “is won, etcetera, etcetera. but you already know that because you know i’m a winner. my boyfriend’s a winner too, if you’re asking. you want to see his picture?” you show her when she nods, opening your phone and landing on the one with the two of you - a decent one.

“you’re not married.”

“i don’t have to be.”

she huffs and leans back again. “i’m about to have a stroke listening to you young people talk. don’t tell me the man hasn’t proposed to you? he’s too handsome. i don’t like him.”

you tilt your head, waiting for her to continue. it’s a nice day out, clear and cloudless, and your flight isn’t for another four hours. the hangover is throbbing, but only it’s dull. you cleaned your mother’s grave earlier already, and with tooru there to help you, it was ten times faster. the uranaishi says, about the future, “i’ll be here when you get back.”

you nod. “of course you will.”

“visit me.” she implores.

you smile. “of course i will.”

“i can move back to sendai in a year. maybe six months, if i start my paperwork.”

“maybe you shouldn’t.” you start. you feel him stiffen before you continue, “i like it here, tooru.”

the decision catches you off guard, but then, a second after you say it out loud, you realize you’ve been making it all these years. slowly saying goodbye, basking in as much of it as you can. you’re luckier than most, the way you can pick your going-away period – miwa wasn’t as lucky. a call, a week, then she was gone. you’d visited her in kansai before you made the trip here, and she still looks good. but then, leaving doesn't connotate the end of something. leaving is simply what it is. leaving. and life carries on, just someplace else.

“i know you do. is that enough?”

is it? you ask yourself. but then again, there really aren’t any rules to follow with this. you could move with him here, or he could move with you there – nothing will change about the fact that you have to be together. it has to be you who’ll move because… you want it to be you. you want to be here.

"i'm happy with you anywhere, but i'm happiest with you here. i've been reaching this point for some time now." you didn’t foresee that when you taught tooru argentine spanish in the confines of the violin club classroom, you’ll be using it for yourself decade and a half later. “everyone there… will be fine without us, right?” you say quietly.

“they will. maybe they’ll miss us sometimes, but they’re caught up in their own messes too. they can’t miss us that much. we can always go back. just -- together. we'll do it together, the next time we move. you and me.”

you love him too much, you think. you love how he would process his papers if you wanted him to. you’re relieved that he doesn’t need to leave, because you see him here, and honestly, you can’t see him growing old in any place else. "i like the way men look here," you say, which is greeted by his bark of laughter.

“what did your mother say? takeru and tamaki? maybe they’ll think i’m keeping you farther away from them?”

“you know it’s impossible for them to hate you, right?”

“you sure?”

he huffs. “mother said to me last time i called her, tooru, if you break up i��m never speaking to you again. that’s that. if you keep proofreading my dad’s emails for him, he’ll like you better than his whole family combined.”

you smile. “hmm. nice to know.”

“if takeru vacations here, will you mind?” he asks suddenly, as if it’s a concession.

“no, ‘course not.” your feet tap themselves on the cool tiles, toeing the edge of your sandals you’d taken off earlier. maybe it’s three am now, you remember as you stifle a yawn.

“‘cause it’s your house too, you know.”

you smile some more at how much tooru is giving. “takeru can stay however long he likes.”

oikawa snorts though. “not too long, i hope. i like having sex with you on the kitchen, and the pool. and the – you get the picture. outside the bedroom.”

“we can lock takeru in his room? like, install a lock from the outside. imprison him for a few hours in the afternoon. do you think that’s illegal?”

“no,” he answers, standing up and pulling you with him, spurred by your yawn, he must realize you need to get inside the house now. “he’s my nephew, so i don’t think so”

you let yourself get pulled to your feet. it’s an uncoordinated dance. you bend down again to fish your sandals. you point at his phone with your mouth when he forgets to pick it up. when the two of you finally stand upright – as much as the pitcher of margarita will allow – you raise your palm. “hi-five. i had a nice night tonight, tooru.”

“i had a nice night too.” he kisses your temple, holds your hand. you know he’s happy. “wanna know something?” you raise your brows to ask what. “i fell in love with you again today.”

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #i said i would stop at 1.5k at most. and here we are.

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❝ haikyuu boys reacting to getting headlice ❞

an - i couldnt possibly tell you where the motivation to write this came from but here you go

HINATA SHOUYO

-> he doesn’t care. they’re little bugs living rent free in his head? who is he to kick them off his head when they’ve probably settled, made a nice home and got a growing family started? considerate king but disgusting

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

-> disgusted. but also thinks just a few rinses of water will do the trick. he doesn’t understand he’s actually got to get in there and pull them out. miwa is horrified walking into the bathroom to see tobio leaned over the bath with a tub full of cold water he’s ultimately wasted. he’s lucky miwa knows what she’s doing

TSUKISHIMA KEI

-> no mercy. rips the little mfs off his head like nobodies business. his brother can only stare in awe and disturbance. kei isn’t scared over a few bugs they’re only a minor annoyance. he won’t tell a soul he had headlice though and if anyone were to snitch on him, he’d probably shake a few off his head and onto yours.

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

-> stressed. his hairs kinda long so they’re a pain the ass to get out some may think he’d be a little hesistant to tackle them alone but yams has several lice killing lotions in his bathroom ready to use. he is sympathetic but no way is he letting little bugs crawl around his head while he’s around tsukki

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

-> the bugs don’t even get to step on this kings prestine head,, next caller !!

NISHINOYA YUU

-> merciless. who tf do these bugs think they are stepping onto his territory? feral. probably put a few in a jar after pulling them out to bark at them and show them that they’ve crossed the line stepping onto his head

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> have sympathy for the guy they’re gonna be a nightmare for him. more upset than anything. now he’s being reduced to being ridiculed by tiny ass bugs too? give the guy a break. gets them out within the first day because he’s not going to suffer longer than he has to and continues doing the treatment for the rest of the week even though they’re certainly long gone

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

-> brutal. like tsukki he’s got no shame in just ripping them out. suga is the type of guy to catch spiders and gently let them out the window and not kill them. lice don’t get that treatment from him. will straight up throw them down the drain and smirk in the process

DAICHI SAWAMURA

-> just another minor occurrence for him. he’s got short hair it’s no biggie. will probably get his mother to help just to make sure he does it right but overall he’ll get rid of them effectively and quickly you wouldn’t even be able to tell he had them in the first place

KINDAICHI YUUTAROU

-> good. he deserves them. maybe this will teach him to get a good haircut. at least the lice like your cut g

KUNIMI AKIRA

-> tortures them after. probably wets a paper towel to keep them stuck to and jabs at them with a thin needle after he’s got them out. sadist little bitch probably has a deadpan expression while doing it too. the lice fear him across the country and avoid him from now on

KYOTANI KENTARO

-> again he’s got short hair so they’re not too big of a pain to get out but why the hell did they have to pick his head? probably picks them out and just throws them wherever he has no regard for where they land and who might catch them from him

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

-> little bugs are just chilling no biggie. probably tells the team he’s got them and shakes his head near them to piss them off. oikawa keeps his distance approximately 5 metres and refuses to be included in any rotation makki is in during practice. even after he gets rid of them he doesn’t tell the team and continues shaking his head near them just to ‘keep them on their toes’

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

-> won’t tell anyone other than makki. the two probably pick them out and throw them in oikawas direction leaving their captain confused as to why the hell the two of them keep throwing ‘nothing’ at him. probably gets rid of them within a week and sleeps with a shower cap on so they don’t touch his pillow, that’s his only rule while they spend their vacation on his head

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

-> isn’t scared of no bugs. probably would keep one and press it down just to stick in his childhood bug diary and sneers at how inferior the lice is compared to the other cooler bugs he’d caught before. his hairs short so again it’s not a huge issue for him. he’ll get rid of them quickly and effectively without too much hassle

OIKAWA TOORU

-> screams. begs iwa to take them out for him insisting that it’s his hobby but iwa rejects and leaves oikawa to handle it alone. oikawas sister dips as soon as she finds out and oikawa believes this is the end of his life. after a week of moping and being a brat, iwa gives in and sorts it out for him to finally give him a peace of mind.

LEV HAIBA

-> never had lice before and is genuinely interested rather than concerned. where did the little bugs come from? why do they like his hair so much? is he the chosen one? probably let’s them live on his head for a while until they become infuriatingly itchy and yaku finds out he’s been letting a cult of lice live on his head and forces him to get treatment

KOZUME KENMA

-> thinks bleach with solve it. everyone who hates kenma’s dark roots better be ready for them to go because he will just bleach the shit out of his hair and assume it’s killed them all. for the next few months his hairs gonna be nice but he’ll let his roots grow out again and you’ll secretly hope for him to catch lice again just so he’ll touch up his damn roots again

TAKETORA YAMAMOTO

-> it’s the blonde mohawk that’s the issue. why tf did he have to make his hair to awkward to work with. doesn’t take him long to get out but he probably picks them out walking home from practice or school and just chucks them in bushes or drains he walks past

MORISUKE YAKU

-> you really think he’s about to let some stupid bugs live on his head and not pay rent? absolutely not. has several different brands of lice treatment lotion and uses at least 4 in one go. that amount of chemicals probably isn’t good for you in one go but his only goal is to kill the lice which he achieves. these bugs are mercilessly killed, revived and killed again all in one treatment session

KUROO TETSURŌ

-> this hurt to write knows exactly how to kill them and won’t hesitate in doing so. by that i mean he’s going straight to his grandmother to do it for him because as much as he knows about treatment and such, nobody does anything better than his grandmother and he’ll sit in a chair with a towel around his neck chattering on about his day as his poor grandmother slaves over his head ripping out the stupid bugs from his inconviently styled hair. kuroo’s lucky his grandmother knows he’s her boy

AKAASHI KEIJI

-> bless his soul he’s horrified. disgusting little creatures, believes they’re vermin of the world. mutters in disgust at them as he watches them drown in the pool of water in his bathtub sink eventually sending them down the drain where he hopes they suffer a painful afterlife

KONOHA AKINORI

-> he’s grossed out but doesn’t make a huge deal about it. probably violates himself and gives himself the nickname ‘nitty nori the bug explorer’. he can take a joke and get rid of them in the same week. ugh king shit

BOKUTO KOUTARŌ

-> pain in the ass. he’s excited about these bugs but also worried? do they want to suck his blood? will they crawl into his ears at night? his sisters are the ones responsible with dealing with them and the whole time he’s asking a abundance of random questions regarding the lice and why they chose his head to make their residence

TENDŌ SATORI

-> probably sings at them to make them uncomfortable as he pulls them out. his fingers work magic as he flawlessly picks them out and sends them on their way down to the depths of the drain. the last thing these bugs hear is the terrifying voice of the man who mercilessly sent them to their death beds

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

-> his hairs short it’s okay it’s not the end of the world but rather than killing them he believes they have more use to them. he’s going to throw them in this soil in the garden and assume they work the same miracles worms do. he’ll be disappointed to know that they had no effect on his soil and he wasted his damn time making sure to evenly spread them out of the compost heap

MIYA OSAMU

-> will eat with a hat on. if these bugs are gonna live on his head no way is he sharing his food too. they’ve already taken enough from him. atsumu probably bullies him for his lice but freaks out when osamu tells him that because they’re twins, the lice will seek out his head too and they’ll both be infected. he only survives the short period of time with his lice because of the amusement he gets from watching atsumu consciously stay away from him even to the point where atsumu moves onto the couch. maybe he should let the lice vacate a little longer next time

MIYA ATSUMU

-> hates them. calls them every name under the sun but doesn’t actually effectively try to get rid of them. he doesn’t actually know how to get rid of them but is too embarrassed to admit it so he just lives with it. luckily, the lice decided to move in a few days before his hair was due for a touch up so like kenma, he just bleached the shit out of them and it seems to do the trick. it would be concerning had his hair not needed a touch up though who knows how long he would’ve had them.

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> his little sister notices his hand scratching his head constantly and begins to refer to suna as ‘nit boy’ and only ‘nit boy’. he doesn’t really care at first because surely a single shower will do the trick but his sisters provoking gets so annoying he just ends up treating them 7 times over but not before threatening to leave a few dead ones on his sisters pillow if she doesn’t stop calling him names

ARAN OJIRO

-> again, the lice don’t even get to step on his head. they see aran and they respect him. he seems like a nice and reliable guy so why would they go to the efforts of bothering him? probably nod their tiny ass antennas from atsumu’s hair and let aran go about his day in peace

KITA SHINSUKE

-> lice simply don’t exist in kita’s presence. the second a lice stepped foot on kita’s head, he senses it and ripped the mf off before it could even find a nice area to settle. lice keep away from kita at all times and never intend on crossing paths with him

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

-> an indescribable level of disgusted. refuses to accept it at first, insists that lice simply wouldn’t have been able to touch his head but alas he is wrong. tempted to shave his hair off but then again why should he have to suffer just because some stupid bugs said so. has no mercy, will treat his hair every day for the next month and a half and cusses the bugs out as they fall down the drain

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shadowgeist-stars · 4 years ago

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Kitagawa First: So Heavy the Crown

It should've been like any other Monday. Toru and Iwaizumi should've gone about their day off from practice as they usually did. He'd brought his nephew home and the two had intended to get something to eat together.

They should not have seen Tobio, of all people, standing in the cemetery.

It was already unlike him to be away from practice with the other crows this early in the afternoon. Especially wearing an oversized jacket vaguely similar to what they wore back in middle school. The strange hoodie he wore was familiar, but somehow not quite right; it even looked a little big for him.

“What in the world is he doing out here?” Iwaizumi wondered.

“Let’s go check it out,” Toru suggested with a smile. This could be a perfect opportunity to learn something about their former junior.

He was talking, they realized as they drew close. To himself, most likely, but Toru decided to take the stealthy route to hear exactly what Tobio was saying.

“I didn’t make it to Shiratorizawa like you did… but I think I still found a good team… At least, I hope you’d like them. Shiratorizawa might be too different from when you were there anyway… I still think about what you told me, back then… how if I got really good at volleyball, someone even better would come find me. I thought I found that person in middle school where you used to coach… But I guess it didn’t work out how I hoped…”

A small pang in Toru’s stomach told him that was probably about him. He was able to look at the name on the gravestone Tobio stood in front of, though, as well as the birth-to-death dates.

Kazuyo Kageyama… 1936-2010… sounds like a grandparent. And a volleyball coach, as well? Hmm... Volleyball must simply run in the family.

“But now, I think I found someone who is like what you were saying,” Tobio continued to the gravestone. “He may not look like much. He’s short, super annoying, and kind of a dumbass… but he’s the fastest and highest-jumping spiker I’ve ever seen… And sometimes, he’s the best friend someone like me could ask for.”

His head eventually lowered, his body starting to curl in on itself like he was going to fall to his knees. The third years almost thought they were starting to hear him sniffle.

“I just wish you could meet him, and everyone else… I think you’d like meeting them all. Sugawara and Asahi and Daichi… All the second years like Noya and Tanaka… maybe even Tadashi and Tsukishima and our managers and our coach and Mr. Takeda…” He crumbled to the ground with a sob. “I just… I miss you, Grandpa. More than Miwa or our parents. I have ever since…”

That was when the name finally clicked. Kazuyo Kageyama was the old coach of the infamous local ladies volleyball team, the Kitagawa Birds, who was forced into retirement due to illness. If both Tobio and this Miwa were related to him and he taught both of them volleyball from a really young age, it would’ve made sense that Kageyama would be such a good player so early on. And since the date said he died during Tobio’s second year in middle school… that had to have hit him hard.

Possibly… hard enough to make him into what Kunimi and Kindaichi called “the King of the Court.”

Iwaizumi took a small step closer, flinching when he stepped on the grass in just the right way that would make noise. Enough noise for Tobio to flinch away from the source and twist backward to see them both standing there. And more importantly, for them to see the tears starting to dribble down his face.

“Uh-um… what are you two doing here?” he asked, trying to clean his face with his sleeve (most likely to be his grandfather’s jacket).

“We’d ask you the same thing, but we heard enough to answer for us,” Toru replied. “Please, don’t let us stop you.”

Iwa slapped him on the back of the head. “Ignore him. We were just wondering what you were doing away from your team in a place like this.” His eyes scanned the gravestone once more, guiding Tobio into a position where the three could sit together. “You never really told any of us about your grandfather back in middle school, did you Kageyama?”

The first year shook his head.

“Didn’t think so… Well, if you’re feeling up for it with your old upperclassmen… care to share?”

Tobio drummed his fingers on top of one another for about a minute, before nodding slowly.

“Alright, let’s start small. Was your Grandpa the, uh… reason, why you got into volleyball?”

Tobio looked to his grandfather’s grave. “Sort of. He and my sister, Miwa, would always tell me about how I managed to get my hands on her volleyball when I was… a baby… and how I didn’t wanna let go of it. That might’ve been where it all started, but since Grandpa is the only one I really remember raising us, we’d both usually be with him when he was coaching the Kitagawa Birds, playing with some of the ladies, helping them practice, or just passing a ball to each other in a corner of the gym or practicing ourselves with the wall.”

The small story piqued Toru’s interest. Frankly, he found the mental image adorable, seeing a baby Tobio holding onto a volleyball and somehow keeping a grip on it with hands no bigger than the end of his thumb. His memory might be a little faded, but something similar could’ve happened with his nephew Takeru. And Tobio Kageyama, not actually being an only child… He couldn’t help wondering if that sister of his looked all that similar.

Iwaizumi seemed to like how it was going so far. “Okay. We remember you wanted to go to Shiratorizawa even back in middle school. Did your Grandpa have something to do with that?”

Tobio nodded. “He used to be a middle blocker for their team. Showed me his old yearbook and everything. Probably before the current coach showed up, though.”

“So it really does run in the family,” Toru commented. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised though.”

The smaller boy shrugged. “Miwa wound up quitting volleyball after middle school. She was getting more into fashion and stuff anyways, and didn’t like how she was always being told to cut her hair. At least, I think that was the reason.”

Wow. That, Toru could get behind, no questions asked. Sure, he wouldn’t give up volleyball for the world, but he’d definitely take offense if he was always being told to do something like change his looks or cut his lovely hair. That said, it was good to hear Tobio’s sister found her own calling, even if it wasn’t sports-related.

“Kinda wish you were able to introduce your sister and grandfather to the team, Kageyama,” Iwaizumi remarked. “They sound like it’d be pretty interesting to meet them both. Wasn’t your grandfather still coaching in middle school?”

The dark heaviness returned to the young setter. “No… Grandpa was already in and out of the hospital for a long time by then; more one than the other, though. He was able to keep on a brave face for me… but in second year, after you left, he… he…” his voice started quivering, the tears starting to return with new fury. “He left us behind… left me behind… I couldn’t even cry at his damn funeral because it never really hit me! And then after he left… Miwa had to get ready to move away for university… Our parents were distant enough even before he died, and… and then my own team left me!” He wrapped himself tight in his grandfather’s jacket, hands even moving to tangle into his hair. “I was all alone… I didn’t even know what I did wrong… Why all of a sudden I didn’t have anyone anymore!… Why?... Why, why, why?!”

Iwaizumi was quick to hug Tobio from the side, glaring over at Toru until he mirrored the action. It had already been clear enough that Tobio had been holding this all in for a long time. How just losing one person -- closer to him than anyone else in the world -- made him go from a sweet and eager-to-please junior (who still reminded Toru of Ushijima in some ways) to the bad-tempered dictator whose team got so fed up with him that he was given the boot.

No wonder, Toru thought to himself, sadness and guilt pooling in his stomach again. No wonder Tobio became so self-reliant. No wonder he underwent such a change in temperament. What kind of void did middle school leave behind while no one else was able to see?

First, he lost the two of us.

Then he lost his grandfather.

Then he lost his sister.

…Then he lost his team.

He understood now, to some extent. Kazuyo Kageyama didn’t just introduce his grandson to volleyball; he was the reason why the boy loved it so much. But when he left, so did the better parts of Tobio. There was no family or friends to help him carry that weight; it was just him.

Him, and the weight that threatened to crush him, that so many were so willing to call a crown. A tarnished, broken, absurdly heavy crown that they were only beginning to realize here and now.

Until by some miracle, Karasuno and that little shrimp brought him back to some semblance of his old self. Before them, he was left with nothing and no one but himself to rely on. He carried all of that grief, guilt, and frustration on his head for the better part of two years, not knowing what to do with it or with himself.

So they let him cry. They let him drop those long years of forcing down his grief over who he loved most, in loud, chest-ripping wails. Iwaizumi ensured they both kept him wrapped up in their arms, maintaining that small reminder that he should’ve never had to endure that alone. The spite Toru felt for Tobio all that time seemed to melt as well, filling in all the blanks for why he was such a good player and so eager to please and so not deserving of such hatred. Every assumption he made was dissolved by the knowledge about a single person.

“Huh? Toby, what are you doing over there?” a new voice inquired after a time they didn’t give any thought to. “And who are your friends?”

Toru looked through blurred vision at an approaching woman. She was probably around their age, with black, meticulously-styled hair and -- once he blinked away the mist -- deep blue eyes very similar to the first year he and Iwaizumi were hugging.

“Mi -- Miwa…” Tobio managed to hiccup out. The woman held a hand out to him, something he looked at with an almost painful mix of confusion and disbelief before he took it and let her pull him up. And even then, he barely maintained his composure long enough to droop over her shoulder, gripping at her in a desperate hug.

“Shh… I know, Toby, I know…” she soothed, rubbing circles into his back. “I miss him, too… I’m so sorry, Toby…”

He stayed there a little longer before numbly stepping away, wiping his face with his sleeve again.

The Seijoh players were shattered by the look in his eyes. The way they looked so… dead, and tired.

How did no one realize he was becoming like this?

Tobio almost swayed another direction before Iwaizumi stepped in and grabbed him. “Easy there, kiddo. Just lean on me -- there we go.” He looked over to the woman with a dip of his head. “I’m Hajime Iwaizumi, and this jerk over here is Toru Oikawa. We knew Kageyama back in middle school.”

The woman seemed to scan the two of them, almost skeptical.

“We’d be happy to help you out with Tobio,” Toru offered, all too happy to take on the diplomatic duty he was so used to. “He was telling us about his grandfather, you see, and it’s clear how much has been on his shoulders since his passing. We were doing what we could as his old upperclassmen.”

“I see…” Miwa replied, turning on her heel. “Follow me. My car’s not far from here.”

Iwaizumi had decided to sit in the backseat with Tobio, keeping him steady as he all but dozed on his shoulder. Toru rode shotgun while the Karasuno player’s sister drove them to the Kageyama household.

“I can’t believe he’s held onto Grandpa’s old track hoodie this long,” Miwa commented. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Because he and his grandfather were that close?” Toru inquired.

The woman nodded. “Even closer than I was with either of ‘em. Grandpa was really all he had, ever since… well, there was always that one thing our parents didn’t like for some reason.”

...Secretly, Toru had a feeling he knew what exactly “that one thing” was. He had his suspicions of the way Tobio behaved, almost entirely fixated on volleyball. The way he subconsciously reminded him of Ushijima. Who knows? Perhaps even the famous Ushiwaka was introduced to volleyball that early on as well, and had the same sort of mind.

“I suppose that’s simply an unfortunate truth with some people,” he replied offhandedly. “I’ll admit, I and some of our current teammates weren’t exactly fond of him in middle school. But then again, none of us had a clue about his personal life, and I’d wager Tobio didn’t even give himself time to grieve.”

“I guess I can’t blame you there. Toby never consciously dwelled on things that he didn’t think he had to, for better or worse. He wanted to be just like Grandpa, but after graduating from middle school not being able to get into Shiratorizawa, he figured volleyball was the only thing he had left.”

“And even then, he was all on his own,” Iwaizumi finished from the backseat when they stopped at the house. He even helped carry Kageyama inside. “We all knew how Oikawa gave the poor kid a hard time when he was still an eager-to-please prodigy in his first year, and even heard how his sudden change in attitude in his second year left him ostracized by the team. Though we never saw the other side of the story until now.”

He didn't even need to say it was because they refused to hear it.

After the Aoba Johsai players put the younger boy to bed, they both went to the bathroom to wash their faces of tears. On the way back down, they discovered the pictures that littered the house. A happy family that comprised of parents, a grandfather, and a little girl. But when a baby boy appeared, there was only one of all five before the parents all but disappeared. The only ones after were the two children and their grandfather.

In all of them, the grandfather in question sported a wide, proud smile. Whether it be with a far younger Miwa trying to brush his hair, tossing a volleyball with the even younger Tobio, or all three of them together, he still had that smile. A sort of light that went missing when he passed away, leaving both of his grandchildren behind.

“Your grandfather must’ve been quite a splendid role model for the both of you,” Toru said softly. “A light that even Tobio didn’t deserve to lose.”

Miwa hummed thoughtfully, leaving some tea to steep in a pot. “I don’t think Toby even realized how badly he was hurting. Honestly, I kinda wish I didn’t have to leave him so soon. If I knew how badly he was affected by Grandpa’s death, I would’ve held off on school just to make sure he’d have at least someone to be there… Maybe I just put too much trust into his teammates supporting him.”

Because Kindaichi and Kunimi thought he was nothing but a dictator at the sport. They didn’t think for a second that he might’ve just been lonely or in pain.

…Then again, neither did we.

“I don’t think you have to worry much about him now, though,” Iwaizumi pointed out. “We know we failed the poor kid, as his former teammates and as his upperclassmen, and we’re far from the only ones who did so. But I plan to make sure we fix that.”

Toru smiled at the ace’s declaration, looking towards Tobio’s room. Even if the now-sleeping boy may never really trust Toru again, at least his beloved might be able to get through to the younger setter. If they find the chance, they might even get Kindaichi and Kunimi to understand as well, and enlist their help in making amends.

“Besides, ever since joining Karasuno, we can tell he’s doing a lot better,” Toru added. “He’s… finally found a place where he fits in. And I for one doubt those crows will leave him the way we did, especially not his new little go-to spiker. Whether he finds it in him to tell them about this or not, I can at least be confident that they’ll stand with him.”

Miwa smiled at them both, finally pouring the tea for all three of them. “I’m glad for that, you two. Toby needs a lot of friends to make up for not having anyone before. Whether they know about Grandpa or not, I just want him to find a family of his own, if only to make sure it’s not just the two of us looking out for each other.”

The two young men could only stick around for about another hour, conversing with Miwa and looking after their former underclassman. They told her about each of the crows to the best of their ability, the woman occasionally throwing in her two cents about whoever Tobio actually told her about. When the sun said they had to head home, they gave Tobio one last check before they left with a final goodbye and thank-you to Miwa.

As they left, though, Toru couldn't help but take a final look at the almost foreboding Kageyama household, holding onto his boyfriend's arm. "Iwa… do you think Tobio will tell his other teammates about his grandfather? Should he?"

Iwaizumi sighed. "It would probably be a good idea, but I doubt it. He'll probably tell the little sunspot and Karasuno's other setter, if no one else, but only time will tell."

…I guess that's true, Toru thought to himself dully. Only time will tell, and trust as well…

#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa torū #tobio kageyama #Kazuyo Kageyama #Miwa Kageyama #Grief #kitagawa daiichi #hq #shittykawa #He realizes he made a big fucky wucky #someone's gotta do it

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shadyhorsedragon · 4 years ago

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I have some headcanons regarding Kageyama's birthday :

▪Shouyou takes him to play beach volley.

▪maybe with their sisters.

▪maybe to play against/with Kunimi and Kindaichi.

▪in Brazil, where he'll meet his old friends and present them to him. (In addition, the weather is better than in Japan)

▪bonus points if they meet Iwaizumi, Oikawa and/or Ushijima along the way, who would be here for a holliday break.

▪they stay there for a few days, actually, which marks the return of "Ninja Shouyou"... alongside "King Tobio". Few people have beat them to this day.

▪when they play with their sisters, they take turns :

so we got :

- Kageyamas vs Hinatas (cool team vs energetic team)

- Tobio & Natsu vs Miwa & Shouyou (Tobio gets along well with Natsu's style, as she was greatly inspired from her brother, even if she has some tricks of her own up her sleeve).

- Tobi & Shou vs Miwa & Natsu (the boys won, obviously, but not without putting up a good fight. Natsu is a great player, smart yet impulsive, basically, she Shouyoued this one. Miwa had to adjust but she's actually pretty smart and remembered some good tips from her early vb years.)

-> They have to use their given names.

Did they do this to have fun ? Did they end up taking this way too seriously ? Maybe. In any case, the evening ended up with a dinner with Hinata's Brazilian friends.

▪they probably took turns during the Kindaichi & Kunimi match as well. (I have no headcanons for this one but it'd be pretty awsome, finally the middle school rematch !)

▪boiiiii if they meet IwaOi. Imagine of Hina called them over for a few matches ? Well, Oikawa would probably refuse, and Iwaizumi would probably be back in Japan, but one can dream 😭

▪"Tooru-san !" For Hina or Kags. "Tooru !" For Iwa-chan.

▪BONUS POINTS IF TOORU CALLS IWA-CHAN : "HAJIME".

▪Hina made sure that Kags didn't have any matches in the near future, he asked Miwa & Kags' teammates to keep him updated (if it's during the BJ vs Adlers period, then he's ask Hoshiumi. He could ask Ushijima to help as well, but he gets along more easily with the Tiny Giant), Kags suspected something at one point, fortunately he let it slide, *intense Hinata sweat*, he contacted Kunimi & Kindaichi to ask if they were available (he contacted them through Koganegawa, they had each other's numbers from high school, and if he had changed, he could ask Tsukki, did he win tickets for a week in Brazil or will he pay for them ? Idk), he contacted his Brazil pals to ask for a good place to rent for the week, they told him they'd help him for their arrival, the Karasuno team greeted them upon their departure in Japan

▪best birthday ever with the people closest to Kags and his life-long passion with a good training in the sand, and the last evening, as Hinata and Kageyama were sitting on a hill nearby the beach, the wind refreshing their warm and exhausted bodies, Kageyama asked why would Hinata do all of this for him, Shou just answered : "well... to thank you for believing in me, for giving me a goal to reach, for being on the same wavelength as me, for teaching me how to 'jump', and stuff... that means a lot. I... I owe you a lot." Tobio turned to him, studied his face for a moment, and bursted out laughing and realizing all that Hinata had brought to him, on and off court. "Well", he answered, "then I owe you everything."

▪Hina and Kags kept on calling each other "Shou" and "Tobi" since then.

Furudate content that fueled my imagination :

#haikyuu!!#hq!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kageyama miwa #hinata natsu #happy birthday precious boy #I'm late but oh well #merry christmas btw #holy crap wait #if they stayed for a bit #would they celebrate christmas together ?#omg #anyway

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! characters + dating the Eldest Sister in a POC family

(feat. kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, akaashi, iwaizumi, osamu, kita, semi)

okay i know this is super specific but if you were the eldest sister in a poc (or non-western/non-white family since poc is a very western term) family, you probably had to be second-mom to your siblings, manage the household, and even help out at the places where your parents worked. i kind of just like the idea of the boys dating this kind of girl and helping out however they can (as someone who would like to be taken care of for a change). not all experiences are the same so i tried to capture a number of ones that i’m familiar with

kageyama:

i feel like he lowkey hates being the younger brother because he keeps being ordered around by his older sister

one time he was complaining to you about how much his sister would order him around and you were like 'maybe she just has a lot on her plate?'

and he didn't really get what you mean until he came over to your house to study

you had two other, much younger siblings that you had to pick up from school on the way home. once you got home your parents were also busy so you had to help your siblings with their homework and then cook dinner on top of all the schoolwork that you did

you guys were always hanging out in the living room instead of your bedroom so that you could always keep an eye on your siblings.

kageyama realized just how much work you were doing and also how patient you were with having to tutor not only him but your siblings as well

this boy actually felt sorry for miwa when he came home to her making dinner that he immediately offered to wash the dishes every night.

there was this one time you were out shopping with your siblings and then you bumped into your boyfriend and miwa. kageyama (tobio) introduced you to each other and miwa took an instant liking to you because you had that Eldest Sister Connection

kageyama actually likes being a bit of an older brother to your siblings and seeing the smile on your face when he offers to help. he'll sit with your siblings in front of the TV so that you could take care of dinner and do your own homework

he’s a bit awkward at first interacting with kids. your youngest sister told him that his hair looked weird and kageyama was like ‘so does yours’ and she cried to you

you had to have a long discussion with your boyfriend after that

he probably remembers how his sister used to entertain him so kageyama would definitely play games with your siblings, probably even teach them volleyball

when one of the windows in your house breaks you know who to blame

tsukishima:

okay this guy was also severely doted on, i mean have you seen his brother?

although he's generally quite independent i bet akiteru spoiled him more than miwa did kageyama

he kind of noticed that you were always late and managed to forget at least one thing at home every day and thought it was just you being careless at first

that was until he saw you running errands on the week dragging your younger brother with you and felt bad especially after watching you apologize to a store owner for your brother knocking over a shop display

whenever he’d come over to your house for study dates, you two would always be interrupted by your little brother walking in and asking for homework help. sometimes you’d give good advice, but you had your own limitations

tsukki will be snickering watching you struggle to explain math to your brother and then you get frustrated and toss your brother’s textbook at him

‘you do it then’ you pout. and tsukki’s just like ‘sure fine.’

he’s so much better at explaining stuff your brother loves him instantly. he’ll always ask if ‘tsukki’s coming to help him with math’ and as much as you wish you were better than your boyfriend at math, you love that tsukishima can bond with your brother that way

tsukishima’s also taken a liking to your younger brother. sometimes he’ll ruffle his hair playfully when he’d get something right, like what akiteru would do to him

thanks to that you have a bit more time to sleep in the afternoons. sometimes tsukki would tutor your brother in his room and then pass by your room to put a blanket over you while you nap on your bed.

oh my god but with you gone, your brother spills all of your embarrassing secrets to tsukki like the picture of him that you keep in your drawer and how you squealed and ran around the living room the first time he walked you home

tsukki teases you endlessly about it but don’t worry he’s super soft too

kuroo:

since he’s an only child who lives with his grandparents and dad, i feel like he always wanted younger siblings? that’s partly why he’s so overprotective and doting around kenma because sometimes he imagines him as his younger brother

therefore he was so excited when you finally agreed to let him meet your two younger sisters. however, the reason why you didn’t want them to meet kuroo yet was because your sisters were basically little devils

kuroo comes to your house, bringing some sweets for you guys to eat, and your second-youngest sister just looks at him and says ‘are you sure you want to date that’ while pointing at you

kuroo is caught off-guard even when you chase your sister around the house. and then he meets your youngest sister who spills that you have a picture of him in your room that you kiss every night before bed.

the three of you fight a lot and kuroo ends up having to mediate for all of you. but he thinks its cute that at the end of the day you’ll still make them dinner and your sisters will try to help clean up

he’s just as invested in taking care of your sisters though. like, he’ll ask about how they and what they’re doing. since your parents are both busy, you and kuroo go to all of your sisters’ recitals and school projects

its so cute though kuroo videoed your entire youngest sister’s ballet recital and high-fived her after

he also gives your second-youngest sister dating advice and warning her about what guys she should stay away from

overall the best boyfriend. even your parents love him for helping you take care of your sisters

akaashi:

as the eldest daughter and child in your family, your parents put a lot of pressure on you to focus on both your studies and taking care of your baby sister. and they made it clear that they didn’t want you to date anyone until you’ve finished college

and it’s not like you had plans to date anyone until akaashi came into the picture and he kind of became a break from the stress you’ve been experiencing. plus, he was always super understanding when you didn’t have time for him

you kind of dated in secret for a while. akaashi got used to climbing out of your window whenever your parents came home he’s surprisingly good at it

and then you felt sorry for having to subject him to that so you decided to let akaashi meet your parents once and for all

at first they were very disappointed in you but you begged them to invite akaashi over for dinner and so they did, fully expecting to point out that you couldn’t make time for him and your responsibilities

and then they were absolutely blown away by akaashi’s sheer perfection. he was also super responsible and did good at his studies. he washed the dishes after dinner and even managed to calm your baby sister down when she had a tantrum

your parents found nothing wrong and gladly approved of you guys dating.

and boy do they LOVE akaashi. your mom even makes you bring him food that she made or containers of sliced fruit

akaashi, after receiving his fifth container of sliced apples for the week: i guess i didn’t have to climb out of windows for three months

iwaizumi:

the two of you met at university when iwaizumi was studying abroad in california. your parents had immigrated there while you were still young and the two of you got along really well

both of your parents managed a store and didn’t make much money but just enough for you to be able to go to university. you also had a scholarship and felt a lot of pressure to graduate early, get a job, and help your family

iwaizumi knew the kind of pressure you were under and tried to help you as much as he could. he’s an awesome listener and you’d share your stories about having to help your parents learn english and working at the store when you were just five years old

you also have to do things like manage the deliveries to your parents’ store which interrupts your schoolwork sometimes

iwaizumi actually once took over your delivery management duty and carried three boxes of canned goods from your supplier to your store and you cried and thanked him for it

your parents love that about him (lowkey always ask about whether he’s going to pass by so that he can help out with deliveries)

your mom: where’s that good-looking, strong fellow you’re always with who’s good at carrying stuff?

you: you mean my boyfriend?

they give him lots of food though iwa no longer needs to buy or cook for himself

he also loves your siblings, both of whom are still in grade school and always greet you and iwa when you come home for the weekend

he loves your big family and they eventually see him as a part of it (your parents already have the marriage documents ready for you two)

osamu:

the first time he met you was at a diner when he was still in grade school and so were you, except your were also practically the waitress at that diner since your family owned it

in asian families: children = free labor

the food at the diner was delicious but osamu also found himself distracted by watching you expertly clean tables and call out orders

you also went to the same school as him and the two of you eventually became friends (osamu hung around you at first because your parents fed him and he liked your food)

when you were in high school, you were no longer the only child in the family with two younger brothers

osamu knew you kind of struggled with having to balance your sisterly duties, helping out at the diner, and your schoolwork so he volunteered to help out at the diner

your parents were lowkey like ‘but,, we have to pay him’ and you convinced them that you needed an extra pair of hands anyway

that’s how you two eventually got closer. osamu noticed how hardworking you were taking orders and feeding your brothers dinner, even during the busiest time at the diner

once you guys got together you had very little time to date so you made the most out of the downtime hours at the diner. you’d eat dinner together every saturday night after hours and laugh and talk about stuff while washing dishes

osamu would also take over your shifts when he knew you were especially busy, sometimes he’d even amuse your brothers by making them play the ‘see who can sit still longer in the corner’ game during work hours

or he’d just get atsumu to watch over your brothers (atsumu loves it)

kita:

as the eldest daughter in your family, you not only had to take care of your younger brother and sister, but your grandparents who lived in your house too

after you and kita got together in university, you had to tell him that you were a super busy person and you barely had time to date since you were taking care of your siblings and grandparents

you knew kita would understand completely but you didn’t expect him to offer to help you out

before you knew it, kita was showing up at your house every day with shopping ingredients for dinner. you tried to tell him that he didn’t need to do that but too late, your man is already putting on your apron and chopping onions

you smile gratefully at him before leaving to break up your younger siblings’ fight

kita knows you love your grandparents very much and he’s very close with his own grandmother so he likes to take care of them too

after dinner, he’ll sit with them at the dining table and peel oranges for them, listening intently to their stories even though they forget that they’ve been retelling the same ones

i feel like he’s an only child so he’s a bit awkward around your siblings at first and then realize that they’re just like atsumu and osamu

kita will sometimes play with them and bring them snacks that he made. your siblings end up fighting over who kita likes more and he pats their heads, saying that he loves them both equally

while watching your boyfriend play with your siblings, you feel your grandmother tap your shoulder and say ‘he’s a keeper’ and you couldn’t agree more

semi:

part of your struggles growing up was your parents dictating what you should study for college and what job you should take when you grow up

they also told you that since they’re paying for you through college, you’ll have to do the same for your younger siblings. you always kept that thought in the back of your head

and then you met semi in one of your classes. you loved the fact that he was pursuing his dream of being a musician even though it wasn’t really The Path to Financial Success

you guys grew closer and you opened up about wanting to pursue a different area of study from what your parents wanted you to do but you were too scared to bring it up with them

semi understood your dilemma and advised you that either path is fine because he knew you loved your siblings too

if you decided to go through with your dream, he’ll be the one to help you work up the courage to tell your parents. semi would be waiting outside your door, crossing his fingers that your parents will accept it

if you decide not to, semi will also understand. he’ll tell you that you don’t have to give up completely on what you want to do and cultivate it as a hobby that you’re invested in

on a lighter note, you love bringing semi over to your house because your younger siblings like him so much, especially when he brings his guitar

semi likes to hold mini-concerts where he’ll be sitting on the edge of your bed with you and your siblings on the floor. he’ll sing a few songs before opening it up for ‘requests’

he probably had to play an acoustic version of ‘baby shark’ more than a few times but he doesn’t mind entirely

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haikyuuishete · 4 years ago

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I’m here now

Kageyama x reader

Genre: fluff, tad bit of angst

Words: 1.276

Summary: Kageyama has been through a lot when he was younger but now he has you to call home once again

It was hard to imagine happiness when he was living in the dark. He knows what happiness felt like, he lived it.

His parents were barley home making his grandfather closest to him, even looked up at him. His sister Miwa was his best friend, along with his grandfather who introduced him to volleyball that later turned into his passion.

The memories that he would never forget, the laughter he shared and even the races against Miwa who always won.

Even in junior high he looked up at Oikawa for being talented something that his grandfather talked about being the most successful in games. He didn't care how Oikawa bullied him because he admired him to the max ignoring Oikawa's outbursts of dislike he had on Kageyama.

On the day his grandfather passed away, the one who introduced him to volleyball, the one he would always go up to play volleyball was gone.

The breaking point to his negative thoughts, the crashing point of these negative emotions around him that he hated. Even worse when Miwa graduated, a new beginning of adult hood making him stand alone in the end.

Then the king appeared, he wanted to win, to be the best even if he had to do it by himself he will win no matter what.

His teammates disliked him for being a tyrant, his team members would complain to their coach of not wanting to play with him anymore.

At the end when he tossed the ball up no one was their to hit it, which ended him on the bench.

No once in his life did he feel so much pain of not playing, instantly crushed him.

Came along highschool meeting his new team that believed in him and Hinata who was a ball sunshine, even though he changed he was still lonely in the end.

No one to come home to, no one to cheer for him during games saddens him when he sees family of other players come and cheer him on.

Not until you came along, the one that made him open up more. At first he didn't know what to feel, all he thought about was volleyball but now all he could think about was you

Took him by surprise but was happy in the end because now he had someone to come home to......

Trying to ignore the ringing alarm in your ear, almost made you ears bleed. Slapping the alarm with weak force to shut it up, grumbling tiredly at it. Turning to your side to see another body next to you. The sight was an absolute masterpiece, his shirtless and unbothered state amused you. The way the rays of sun shined on his honeydew skin making it glow, his flawless features almost glowing in the heat that was hit from the sun, the way he flutters his eyes a bit trying to ignore the sunlight that was hitting him, almost blinding him.

"Please close the curtains" his rasps out trying to go back to sleep, "we have to get up Kags" you sigh, "we should hurry up" you poke his side but you two have another hour to get up

"Also you have to stop sneaking into my room! You scare the crap out of me!" You slightly scold, "I can't sleep without you in my arms and my bed is not comfortable like yours is" he presses a gentle peak on your lips trying to calm your anger a bit. Rolling your eyes laying back down, wrapping your arms around his waist, head on his chest as he gently strokes your hair.

“It’s so cold” he whined out making you scoff, “you don’t have your shirt on” “oh” leaning to the side he sweeps up his hoodie, pulling away from him letting him put on his hoodie.

“Come here” he grabs you pulling you on top him closing his eyes again holding onto you so tightly almost afraid you would disappear from him.

“It’s your first day off of practice Kageyama, I have to make breakfast you know” on cue your little brother slams the door open waddling to your bed, “VOLLEYBALL!” He shouts fist bumping the air.

“And we have to take my brother to his volleyball class” you poke Kageyama’s cheek getting out of the bed, while your brother crawls into the sheets snuggling into Kageyama.

“Hurry up and change you two I’ll go make breakfast”

It was the cutest scene, after finishing making breakfast you watch your two best boys brushing their teeth together.

Almost made Kageyama look like a father, it was hard to believe your awkward boyfriend to socialize with kids since but your brother wasn’t even scared of him, he just went up to him and only turned out that Kageyama rubbed his volleyball obsession with your baby brother.

Eating breakfast was joyful as your brother told you stories of his dream meanwhile Kageyama stuffed his face with a lot of food nodding along.

It didn’t take long to leave your house, everything was set, walking together to the classes. He couldn’t help admire you, the way you just smile at your sibling with so much love made him just sigh in content. During the classes a lot of kids wanted Kageyama to play with them leaving out your brother out, he started to panic in the inside but he made a circle for everyone to receive the ball back and forth funny part was for him to get on his knees to play since your brothers classmates were way smaller.

“Gaaahhh your boyfriend has a future” one of the coaches gushes, “Yea ever since all Japan youth camp invited him a lot of people started to watch his games at Karasuno” Just watching him play made you happy, he made you happy the most.

Seeing them so happy made you heart swell.

After classes both of you decided to just enjoy the rest of the day getting some ice cream, only to bump into some of Aoba johsai’s players.

The whole time was Kageyama and Oikawa bickering as you and Iwaizumi just watch it unfold in amazement.

It was finally the end of the day, your brother was sleeping as Kageyama gave him a piggy back ride.

Holding your hand on the way was a bonus, he walked up the same road he used to race with Miwa and his grandfather.

He stopped mid way staring at the road, “To-” “At first I was alone for the most time being ever since they left” he sighs, “then I met my team at Karasuno who slowly helped me” you could see the reddish flare on his cheeks redden ever more, “I was still lonely, my parents weren’t ever home so basically I lived alone” walking down to your house slowly as he talked, “but then I met you” he stopped once again. “If I’ve known you were going to be their for me I wouldn’t believe it but now you are” he smiles, pulling your hand toward his mouth softly plant a kiss on your knuckles.

Ever since he started to date you, he opened up more than before, “let’s go home” you whisper pulling him with you.

Putting your brother to sleep, you finally had alone time with Kageyama. Wrapping your arms around him holding him closely.

“I’m here now” you whisper softly kissing his forehead while squishing his cheeks together.

“I love you Tobio” you plant kisses around his face only to break down in quiet giggles. He wouldn’t change you for the world, being their for him now was his salvation from the never ending darkness.

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fayeimara · 4 years ago

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Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

6. By My Side | Pt 4

"You've got to be kidding me."

Your group has already grabbed a table on the second floor balcony, overlooking the crowded paths below, at one of the nicer restaurants at the heart of the park's main food district and you've been checking updates on your phone after messaging Tobio and Hiro when Oikawa's unamused voice breaks through your thoughts.

You glance up to your left at him to see a look of disbelief on his face and when you follow his line of sight, you see the two stragglers everyone has been waiting on heading your way, weaving through the tables to reach you all.

"Tobio!" A smile breaks across your face at your cousin's grumpy visage. He seems a little closed off, studying the additions to your group with what you think is apprehension.

"Tobio?" Toru's head literally snaps towards you in question.

You turn to him as Tobio and Hiro come to a stop and pull out the two empty chairs at your table.

You hear Iwa murmur a low, "Oh shit." but you have to dismiss it because you're clearly missing something.

"Yeah," you watch Toru with a question in your own eyes, "My cousin, Kageyama Tobio. And Hiro, Hana's brother.."

Iwaizumi is actually facepalming while Maki and Mattsun are chuckling, but you can't see what's so funny so you continue with the introductions, "Tobio, this is-"

"We already know each other, Y/n. I went to school with Oikawa-san and Iwaizumi-san until they graduated this year."

Okay, small world. All you can really say while you digest this information is, "Oh."

But then, "Hiro doesn't know them... right?"

"No, not yet!" Hana's a lifesaver that steps in to make introductions with the rest of the guys while you chew it over. There's clearly history here, right?

Then, you kind of get an answer because Toru turns to speak with you while the others greet each other, "So let me get this straight. Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan are both your cousins?"

"Um. Yeah. Pretty much." You watch his eyes narrow on your response.

"Pretty much?"

"Yeah, Tobio's actually Shin's cousin but they're both more like brothers to me. I guess it's the same situation with Toshi but on my dad's side... we're not directly related either."

You can see the understanding light up his eyes for a moment, "You choose them, huh? As family?"

"Exactly."

"Interesting taste. So family but not."

"No. They're definitely my family, no question. Nothing will ever change that."

You and Toru stare at each other for a moment as you both try to work out what's going on in the other's head and where the lines are. When he doesn't reply back, you raise an eyebrow and prompt, "So.. you and Tobio..?"

He lets out a laugh that might be just a little bitter, "Please, there's no me and Tobio."

"Hm." You let it sit there because you're not one to pry more than that when someone is clearly somewhat unhappy. You'll get it out of Tobio later anyways.

And, cue lightbulb, "You were on the volleyball team together."

A cavalier smile spreads across his face at your question, it's definitely not sweet, teasing, or nice. It seems carefree but the expression in his eyes is almost telling you to back off. However, he still answers, "We were on the same team once, sure."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." You smile with what you hope is the kindness you want to relay and not the awkward uncertainty you're feeling, "Why? Do you have more you want to say?"

He studies you a moment longer before turning away to pick up his menu and study it instead. You still hear his quiet answer, "No."

You look away as well and your eyes fall over Tobio, who's looking back at you. His expressionless gaze doesn't convey much but, for once, even you can't read beneath it, and then the connection's cut when he glances away to the rides in the distance.

Okay.

The lunch goes surprisingly well considering the amount of tension around the table at the start. Mostly between Toru and Tobio, but even Iwaizumi seems more... engaged in the situation. Everyone else continues to get along fairly well and make up for those three, however, and the atmosphere eases out eventually. It probably helps that Tobio is quiet as per usual and Toru is unerringly good at pretending all is well in Oikawa-land.

When everyone heads out for the rest of the rides, you do catch Toru watching you interact with Tobio and Shin but you don't know what's so curious about your relationship with your cousins. What you do think is curious is his interest and attention when you're joking around with Karu or talking to Hiro. See, he doesn't seem to mind if you sit with your cousins, his friends or Hana, but somehow always manages to slip into the seat next to you if it looks like one of Hana's brothers will.

It's so obvious that you can't help but bring it up as you exit the picture booth at one of the rides, "Not that I should have to ask you permission, but are you going to let me sit with Karu or Hiro?"

"Do you want to sit with one of them?"

"Don't answer my question with a question."

"I like having you by my side."

"Still not an answer to my original question."

"Do you not want me next to you?"

"Stop avoiding my question or I'm going to assume you're jealous."

"Sounds like you want me to be jealous."

"I didn't say that."

"You also didn't deny it, Angel."

"Toru." You mean to admonish him for the little games he's playing but when his first name slips out and you see the wide grin start to spread across his face, you have to close your eyes in defeat.

It's with your eyes closed, as you're taking a breath to find your calm, you hear a soft smile in his voice as he calls to you, "Y/n."

And when you open your eyes he's holding up a printed picture from the ride you were just on. You and Toru are sitting next to each other, your hands interlocked between you again and you're trying to hold your hair down with your free hand, while strands still fly everywhere from the wind, to look over at him. Your expressions are caught in that moment, now eternal, as you're laughing at the cute pose he's trying to make for the picture but he's looking back at you and not the camera, with the happiest grin on his face.

"Why this one out of all the others?"

"I've been getting those too, just electronically. I wanted you to have this one."

"It's for me?"

"So you can remember how much I like you by my side."

You can only smile and take the picture from him, responding with a soft, "Thank you."

"Say my name again, Angel."

"Oikawa."

"My first name."

"No."

"Please." He's giving you the cutest puppy eyes, but-

"I said no." And you turn to walk away before he can actually convince you, the smile still stretching your lips as you carefully tuck the picture into the hidden pocket, between your phone and cards to keep it from crumpling as much as possible.

-x-x-x-

Your group and Toru's end up going separate ways after an early dinner, which Miwa and her friend joined you all for. She got along famously with the unexpected additions to the group which you found pretty ironic. So did Toru, you guess, since he made it a point to state his delight at meeting a better Kageyama. No comment, you're biased.

You did have to promise Toru that you'd see him again before you left the park which, oopsie, you guess you never mentioned you'd also booked rooms to stay overnight. Haha. Yeah. You wonder if that means you can message him in the morning?

No, he'd just message you tonight if you don't first. He's already texting every so often and it's just been about fifteen minutes since you both went separate ways. So you end up texting him back to promise you'll see him in an hour or so, after some quality time with your cousins.

Back with the original group consisting of just your family, you all head over to one of the themed lounges to grab desserts and drinks. Tobio, of course, sticks with milk, while Miwa is all about getting her drink on with Sakepolitans - a cosmo made with sake.

Ren manages to convince her to order him an old fashioned or two, stating he's almost legal anyways - you roll your eyes at that - but you and Shin decide to experiment with the house recommendations. He goes with the Uji Matcha Latte while you go your typically coffee route with the café mocha.

An hour flies by fast as you all catch up on your day and make plans for the next but, by the end of it, Miwa is definitely in need of a bed, maybe with a trashcan by the side, and Tobio might actually be asleep on the table.

After telling Shin to stick with you and Tobio, Ren hauls Miwa away to get some sleep, letting you both know he'll be meeting back up with his friends after she's tucked in so to call if any of you need him. He does hesitate briefly, glancing between you and Shin, and you swear he mutters, "Just how much trouble can they get into here?" before shaking his head and leaving.

Hm. You throw a look over to Shin as he shakes Tobio awake and state, "Why don't you get him back to his room while I finish my coffee?"

He eyes you warily, considering your offer, "Right. Like you'll go to your room straight after?"

"What? Don't tell me you're not meeting up with Karu after you drop Tobio to bed."

His mouth opens but literally no words come out. Yeah, that's what you thought.

"What about you? Meeting up with your boyfriend?" Never mind, he found his words. Well, you can too.

"Why do sound like a elementary school kid? Oh right, emotionally you are one."

"I'm telling Ren that you're sneaking out." Rat. He would never, would he?

"You're literally just proving my point. Please, keep going."

"Why are you like this?" Ah, there's the crack. But you need to push a little more.

You lean back with a mocking smile, "Better than you at everything?"

Yup, now he's pouting. "Mean."

"It's genetic. You should know, you are too."

"Wow, I can't believe we're related."

"Me neither. Now, should I let you do your thing and have fun with your friend? Or do we call Ren and both end up stuck in our rooms for the night."

"How do you always...? Never mind." He grimaces in complete defeat, "Fine. Just keep your phone on and answer me right back if I message or call."

He's about to turn away but stops and adds, "And obviously old rules apply. You call immediately if you run into Ren so I can have my story together or make sure I'm back."

"Obviously." You smirk up at him over the mug before taking a sip.

But he didn't even have to say it. Whatever shit the two of you pull on each other, you also have each others backs when it counts. Especially with your older siblings. That was the pact those of you within a one to two year age range made with each other when you were all kids, as if any of you even had to. It's kind of cute you guess, but you'd never say that to any of them or they'd never stop harassing you.

As he heads off, you pull out your phone to message Toru and then decide to drop a picture of your drink on your twitter while you wait for his response. Which is unnecessary because the boy responds almost immediately. What, was he waiting by his phone?

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-Y/n also stopped to get pics... at all the rides

-Toru might have been telling the truth and got them all lol and he was def caught looking at her in more than just that one ;)

-Not that she wasn't... I don't know about you, but I definitely think I know which ones they'll both get printed :)

A/N: Really getting there.. one more part left in this episode! Buckle up, it's the longest one <3

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