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cariantha · 2 years ago

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Hot Ones

Book: Open Heart, Book 3

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 2348

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Warning: A couple curse words.

Prompt: Your MC is on Hot Ones (the show)! How’s their spice tolerance and what are their preferred hot sauces? And best of all, what "spicy/ridiculous/personal" questions would they get asked? (prompt courtesy of @inlocusmads)

“Hey, what’s going on everybody? For ‘First We Feast,’ I’m Sean Evans and you’re watching ‘Hot Ones.’ It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. And today we are joined by Dr. Sawyer Brooks. She’s the youngest doctor to ever join the world-renowned diagnostics team at Edenbrook Hospital in Boston, Mass. A team known for solving some of the nation’s toughest medical mysteries. You may also know her from guest appearances on the show ‘Just What the Doctor Ordered’ featuring YouTube sensation, Doctor Mike. Dr. Brooks, welcome to the show.”

“Thank you for having me, Sean. And please call me Sawyer.”

“I overheard you telling your friend backstage that you are a big fan of hot and spicy things.”

A blush quickly creeps up her neck and to her cheeks. “Oh, god,” she says, letting out a laugh. Sawyer looks past the cameras to the tall figure who is watching in the wings.

She shoots a big smile toward Ethan, then turns back to her host. “Um, yes, I do. But I wasn’t referring to food.”

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SAUCE #1

“So, this first one is the Classic,” the host says.

Sawyer stares at the lineup of chicken wings in front of her with hesitation. “I have a confession that might get me kicked off the show.” She leans back in her seat as if to protect herself from the impending blowback. “I, I don’t like wings.”

“Wait, what!? How can you not like wings?”

“I know! And I’m sure I’ve just opened myself to a ton of hate maiI,” she says, picking up and inspecting the first wing. “Chicken with skin on it kind of grosses me out. Is it okay if I just nibble or lick the sauces off?”

“You can play the game however you want. We don’t really have any rules here,” Sean chuckles as he takes a bite of his first wing. “Is it true you won a spot on the famed diagnostics team after winning a ‘Top Intern’ competition?”

Sawyer huffs a laugh. “That makes it sound like I was on a reality TV show, like America’s Most Eligible or something.” She takes a small bite of the wing chewing with curiosity. “Although the intern competition was not without some TV-worthy drama. It seriously had it all. Catfights, sabotage, backstabbing… even a dramatic ‘exit from the show,’” she says, bringing the wing back to her lips for a bigger bite while attempting to also make quote fingers.

“That’s not too bad,” she says, nodding to the bottle of sauce.

“To answer your question though, I didn’t exactly win the competition. I worked my butt off to be at the top of the list and felt really good about my chances. But due to some unexpected circumstances the competition was canceled.” She looks down at her plate as flashbacks of the day Ethan quit suddenly flood her mind. “Ultimately, I was appointed to the fellowship by the team’s founding member, Dr. Banerji, after I helped save his life.”

“Wow, that sounds like it could be an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.”

“You have no idea how true that statement is,” she nods in agreement.

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SAUCE #2

“The next one is Sauce Bae.”

“Aw, that sounds cute.” Sawyer takes a bite then quickly puts the wing down on the plate and fans her face.

“Not cute. Oh, wow, that’s fever-inducing.” With her napkin, Sawyer makes a show of dabbing sweat from her forehead.

“Speaking of baes, there are a lot of rumors circulating that you and Doctor Mike are an item. Any truth to the dating rumors?” Sean probes.

“Mike is amazing. I love what he’s doing to make medicine even cooler. He’s become a good buddy and I have so much fun when I’m on his show. But we are just friends.”

There is a little bit of commotion behind the cameras. Sawyer notices a crew member rolling his hand encouraging Sean to keep going.

“My crew is begging me to ask a follow up question. Doctor Brooks, does that mean you’re single?”

There is a deep baritone “Ha!” from offstage. Sawyer keeps her eyes trained on Sean.

“I’m sorry… but no, I’m not,” she says desperately trying to keep a poker face.

“Care to tell us more?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head and stuffs the wing back into her mouth to censor herself.

“Fair enough,” Sean says, letting go of the topic. “Sawyer, we have a recurring segment on our show called “Explain that ‘Gram, where we pull interesting pictures from your Pictagram that need more context. I’m going to pull your account up and show you a picture and you tell us what’s going on.”

“Okay.”

“Let me get my laptop set up here.” Sean then pulls up the first photo.

“Oh, this is a fun one. That was from Halloween a couple years ago. One of my besties from med school and I were headed to a costume party. I was an angel and he was a devil. He wouldn’t let us leave for the party until he saw who won the UCLA football game.”

“How about this one,” Sean asks, pulling up the next photo.

With the straightest of faces, she says cooly, “Surfing thirst trap.”

Sean laughs, “And what’s the story with this one?”

“Yoga thirst trap?” she pretends to guess as her cheeks turn pink.

Sean clicks on the next photo.

“I’m picking up on a theme here, Sean.”

“Me too. Thirst trap?” he asks.

“Yep.” She looks off camera and speaks to Ethan. “Remind me to make my account private when we get home.”

“Ok, last one,” Sean says, pulling up the final Pictagram photo.

“Not a thirst trap!” she defends. “My sisters and I were spending a few days together at a resort in San Diego. I had just checked the residency match portal and saw that I got matched to Edenbrook,” she smiles widely. “One of the best days of my life.”

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“We are more than halfway through and moving on to our next sauce. But before we do, how are you feeling, Sawyer?”

“Like my sinuses have been evacuated, but let’s do this. I’m no quitter.”

“Alright then. Our next sauce is ‘Pain Is Good.”

“Well, it can’t be that bad. The guy on the label is making the ‘O’ face,” she jokes, making Sean bust out laughing. He picks up the bottle to take a closer look.

“I can’t believe no one has mentioned that before!” he calls out.

Sawyer trepidatiously picks up the next piece of chicken and gives it a sniff. Her eyes start to water as if she had just been cutting raw onions.

“Now in your line of work, you must deal with a lot of pain. Do you believe pain can be good?”

“Well obviously, the patients who are hurting would disagree, but for a doctor it’s extremely helpful when the patient can tell you exactly where it hurts. It’s so much easier to pinpoint possible causes. It’s often those silent and hidden ailments that make reaching a diagnosis a lot harder.”

“Ok, you ready for this one?”

“Nooooo… but no pain no gain, right?” She inhales a deep breath, “Here goes nothing.” Sawyer tears off a chunk of meat with her teeth. She winces, dramatically shakes her head back and forth, then reaches for a nearby glass of water. “Oh my god, that hurts so bad.”

Sean takes a big bite of his wing without so much as a flinch. “So unless they’ve been living under a rock, most people heard about the assassination attempt last year on Senator Ed Farrugia while he was a patient at your hospital. But what some people might not know is that you, Sawyer, were one of the senator’s doctors and you were one of the surviving victims of the chemical attack.”

Not able to speak more than a “Mmm, hmm” due to the heat ravaging her mouth, Sean continued.

“In other interviews you’ve talked about what happened that day and how your coworkers synthesized a cure overnight. But what I’m really curious about is what it feels like to be poisoned like that? Were you in a lot of pain?”

“You know it’s funny, I’m such a wimp when it comes to spicy foods, and I thought coming into this that I would have tapped out after sauce number three. But now that you mention the attack, I can say this isn’t nearly as bad as that experience. After inhaling the maitotoxin, my nose, throat and eyes burned so badly. The chemicals settled on our skin. There was this oily sheen that wouldn’t come off and after a while it felt like a bad sunburn and became really itchy. And just like now, I had to keep reminding myself not to touch my face and make things worse.”

Sawyer wipes her hands on her napkin. “I’m honestly surprised I’ve made it this far without rubbing hot pepper sauce in my eyes. It’s seriously become a joke in my family that if there’s chili flake or super glue around, somehow it will end up in my eye.”

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SAUCE #9

“This is the second to last sauce. It’s called Scorpion Disco.”

“Okaaay,” her voice quivers.

“I picked this one because you grew up in the Southwest, right? You split your time between Arizona and California.”

“Uh huh,” she whimpers, still trying to recover from the previous attack on her mouth.

“Scorpions are pretty common in Arizona. Have you ever been stung?”

“Thankfully, n-no. But I d-do have a funny s-story about that,” she stutters.

She gargles some milk before continuing.

“One night I woke up to my mom shouting to my dad, ‘It’s moving up the wall, get it!.’ And I knew immediately it was a scorpion.”

Sawyer throws her head back and blinks her eyes several times before continuing.

“We had just moved into a new home and the new construction in the neighborhood displaced all the creepy crawlies from the desert. We were always finding scorpions, tarantulas, and rattlesnakes around the house.”

She takes another swig of milk.

“Anyway, just minutes after I heard my mom yelling about the scorpion, I felt something crawling up my leg. I just laid there paralyzed, afraid if I moved that I’d get stung. I tried to whisper-scream to my parents, but they didn’t hear me. After what seemed like hours, I finally worked it out in my head that it was the lesser of two evils to just allow myself to get stung than to lay still like that all night. So, I finally flipped my sheets off and looked down. It turned out to be just a big, gross cricket.”

“Ready to get stung now?”

“My answer is the same as the last 8 times you’ve asked… nooooo,” disdain tainting her voice.

“On three… 1… 2… 3,” Sean takes a bite while Sawyer licks the side of the wing.

“God dammit!” she yells, throwing the wing down on the table and reaching for the milk. She chugs it down as if her throat is literally on fire.

“You’ve been in Boston for a couple years now. How have you adjusted to East Coast life?”

“Oh s-sweet baby Jesus… um, aside f-from the cold and s-snow,” her voice was getting hoarse. “I have fallen in l-love in Boston… I mean w-with Boston,” recovering her words as she also tries to recover her senses.

Ethan can’t help the smile on his face catching her first word choice. They haven’t said those three words to each other yet, but her slip of the tongue was a comforting validation.

“Let’s play a little ‘this or that’ and see which coast wins out. Tacos or lobster roll?”

“Ta..cos,” she gags.

“Flip flops or deck shoes?”

She pounds her fists on the table repeatedly. “Flipping a…,” she bites her bottom lip.

“I’ll take that as flip-flops. Earthquake or hurricane?”

“H-hurricane… more w-warning,” she forces out.

“Tina Fey or Emma Stone?”

“Tie. Ow, ow, ow, ow,” Sawyer cries, blowing her nose into a clean napkin. Fresh tears start to fall from the corners of her eyes.

As she moves her fingers to swipe them away, she hears Ethan shout “Don’t touch your eyes!” But it was already too late.

“Ah, shit,” she whispers as she pinches her eyes closed as tight as possible.

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SAUCE #10

“This is the ‘Last Dab.’ We call it the last dab because it's a tradition around here to put a little extra on the last wing.”

“Are you insane?!”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to…”

She looks for and pleads to Ethan. “Baby, please be ready to resuscitate me… because I’m about to die.”

Sean and Sawyer each pick up the final wing. After a short staredown and knowing glance, they both take their final bites.

“Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh,” she mutters, sweeping the napkin into her mouth to scrape the offensive substance from her tongue.

“Alright, Dr. Sawyer Brooks, here we are at the finish line. Ten chicken wings up and ten chicken wings down. You did so good!” he and the crew clap. “Any chance we changed your opinion about wings?”

“H-hate them, hate them even m-more,” she sobs.

Sean laughs heartily. “Sawyer, thank you for being a good sport. We’ve got a gallon of milk over here to help cool you down.”

“Yesssss, please,” she begs.

“Your friend told me during the last break that if I crack a joke while you’re drinking, there's a 90% chance you’ll snort it out through your nose.”

After taking a big gulp and placing her mug down, she chokes out, “Oh, he did, did he?”

She finds and makes eye contact with Ethan who has stepped a little closer to the stage.

“What? It might help soothe the burn in your nostrils,” Ethan responds from next to one of the cameras.

“Mmm, hmm. Well, for calling me out like that, I’m going to dab this Satan sauce on my tongue and come over there and kiss you senseless.”

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tagalog-dsmp-quotes · 3 years ago

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“Loko, isang tao akong...okay, hindi ako tipong taong maii-scam nang ganun-ganon lang. Meron akong paraan na madalas papayag sa akin na...makuha ang anumang gusto ko, base sa kakayahan kong magsalita, kaya kung may nais na sumubok pumunta s'akin para makuha yung shulker box, hindi niya mamalayan na nakikinabang na ako sa kanya.” - Tumakboo

↳ “Foolish, I am someone that...alright, I can’t be scammed, alright? But I have a way, I have a sort of way to...be able to get my way most of the time based on...well, the ability of me speaking, so if anyone did come and try to get the shulker box, they’re gonna be giving me things without even realizing it.” - Ranboo

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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xiii. “Interhigh” • Part Three

Smau Masterlist

You missed Oikawa Toru so much and you regret not giving him the chance to talk to you. You knew you were being irrational but what were you supposed to think? How could he take you seriously and see other girls at the same time?

Pushing all doubts and thoughts aside, you descend the stairs, finally reaching the ground floor. You’ve decided that whatever you were to him, it wouldn’t matter, you just wanted to apologize and let him know how you feel.

Makki’s eyes widen at the sight of you as you get nearer, the boy knew something interesting was about to unfold. Iwaizumi can’t help but facepalm himself because he knew it wasn’t the right time, Toru’s possessive fuck buddy was there after all. He simply sighs as he sees his best friend take pictures with his fans while receiving their gifts.

“Trashykawa,” Mattsun calls and the oblivious boy looks up to see you, standing beside his friends. He was so puzzled he doesn’t have a clue on what to do, he wanted to run away, how was he supposed to deal with his feelings?

He just stands there though, debating whether to ignore you or head over. What the hell was he supposed to do? And were you always that pretty? For a second he got scared his heartbeat would be heard all over the lobby.

“Toru, can we talk?” And just like that, his heartbeat got even faster. Did you miss him as much as he missed you?

His fans mumble among each other as he approaches you quite slowly, he was afraid, what were you going to say? But despite that, he was just so happy to see you up close.

“Toru can we go somewhere else to talk?” You ask him again once he was merely small steps away from you as you look down on your feet, refusing to stare back at his eyes.

“Here’s fine,” he says, he didn’t mean for it to sound cold, he just couldn’t handle how overwhelming his emotions were right now and being alone with you might actually cause him to do or say something impulsively.

You flinch at what he says, but let the sting in your chest go with a heavy sigh.

“Toru, I’m sorry about that day,” you start, your voice was only loud enough for him to hear. He doesn’t say anything so you go on. “I do like you, I like you a lot,” you mumble, the fact that you were confessing with such a huge crowd surrounding you made you nervous.

Not having heard you well, though he knew what you said, he takes a step closer to you and swiftly bends down so that his face was right in front of yours. You were too stunned by his bold actions, your breath hitched, you ought to take a step backward but he grabs your wrist to keep you in place.

“You’re gonna have to speak louder for me to hear y/n,” he says, however composed he looked, he too was flustered at how close your faces were, loving how you reacted to his touch on your wrist and the breaths that you fanned against each other.

“Toru I don’t think I can speak to you this way,” you nervously say, tilting your head back down.

“That won’t do, you have to look at me,” he says. “You did hurt me after all,” he guilt-trips with a pout.

“I really like you Toru,” you blurt out in frustration. Surprised by your sudden outburst, he drops his hold on you and leans away.

“I like you a lot,” you say again, your cheeks flushed and your heart rapidly beating from your newfound courage to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry I said all those things to you, I was scared,” and he was surprised to hear that. What were you so afraid of when he liked you so much more than you liked him?

“I don’t know what I am to you Toru, the last months might’ve been just some fun or whatever for you or maybe I did mean something to you too,” he understood now. He knew why you were so upset. He feels so guilty because he could’ve proven his sincerity instead of resorting to Jen for distraction.

“I just want you to know that I care about you, no matter how weird you are or how freaking annoying, I love every text message I get from you, even if it’s at 4 in the morning, asking me what I’d do if aliens invaded,” you chuckle. Never in his life has he received such an honest and nerve-wracking confession; he wanted you so badly, the more you talk the more he wanted to smash his lips against yours. How could you stand there all pretty, not knowing he was completely wrapped around your finger?

“Y/n,” he says, and you look up at him not knowing what to expect. Were you going to get rejected? The fear of rejection took over you so you cut him off.

“Look, Toru it’s ok—

“So talkative,” He rolls his eyes before he places a hand at the back of your head, pulling you close and kissing you for everyone to see. You couldn’t even process what was happening but find your hands against his broad shoulders anyway.

He was kissing you gently at first, savoring the warmth and softness of your lips against his. Heat tingles within you as he deepens the kiss, he had entered his tongue in your mouth and his arms found its way around your waist pulling you even closer. He made sure to express everything he felt for you, the pain of your words, the love he felt, and the anxiety of not knowing how to handle such strong feelings.

Giving you one last soft peck, he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “I’ll show you how much I care for you y/n,” he says, wiping the sides of your lips which were a little bit too wet because of him with his thumb. “Y/n-chaan I missed you so much,” he sighs as he slouches and burries his face on your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around your waist, the exhaustion from his game earlier taking a toll on him.

“Can you give me a hug?” His voice was muffled but you heard him anyway. Wrapping your arms around his muscled back, you genuinely felt so happy; being in Toru’s arms felt like the rightest place to be. “Is it only me Toru?” You ask, making him chuckle as he pulls away from you once more.

He slings an arm around your shoulder as he faces his fans and his friends who were bewildered at how Toru acted. Some of the girls recognized you from his tweet, glaring daggers at you. Makki was just so proud of you two he was recording the whole thing.

“I would like to say that I am now off the market,” he grins and Makki and Mattsun goofily clap their hands for the both of you.

“Is she your girlfriend Oikawa-senpai?” One of the fangirls ask. Curious to know what he’d say, you look up at him and you felt your knees weaken because he was already looking at you so softly with his beautiful chocolate eyes.

“Uh no, but if you’re not her then I won’t kiss you, get what I mean?” He lightly says with a chuckle and a polite smile. “She’ll be my girlfriend soon enough though, just you wait and see,” he grins at them before kissing your cheek, chuckling at how red you were.

All was well, there was no intervention from anyone, Iwa just looks at the two of you from outside with a pissed-off Jen he blocked from entering the building. The smiles on both your faces were enough reason for him to drag Jen out when she was about to interrupt you two.

“Iwaizumi what the fucking hell do you think you’re doing? Let me in I’ll make sure that ugly bitch knows her place,” she hisses with so much hate and Iwa simply gives her a glare which was enough for her to back down.

“That girl who’s much more beautiful than you is my friend and Crappykawa’s happiness alright? Don’t ruin it,” he casually says, not wanting to sound mean because after all, he was in no position to get involved. Lmao but he did sound mean, serves her right for calling you ugly

“Did that girl get fucked good by him last night? No I don’t think so,” she smugly says, looking at you with Toru, wanting nothing more than to ruin your life.

“That’s all you ever were Jen, a fuck buddy, you knew that from the start,” Iwa says before heading back inside, punching an overjoyed hyper Oikawa who was about to hug him. He smiles at you though and pats your head.

Jen merely grits her teeth at the sight of Oikawa acting so gentle and loving towards you, she felt sick seeing him kiss your forehead, hold your hand and do everything else he doesn’t do with her. There was no way in hell she’d allow you to be happy.

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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 4 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,320

warnings/notes: i’m posting this early because i’m so busy this weekend! hope you enjoy!

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal

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You wanted to hate Sana. You wanted to resent her, wanted her to be a bitch. But she wasn’t. She was beautiful, and kind, and she just wanted to date Tooru Oikawa. Who were you to blame her for that?

“What is your skincare routine?” Sana asked. She pulled you closer, eyeing you as if she could see into your soul. “You have to tell me what you do with your skin.”

“Only if you tell me what hair products you use.” You told her before thinking. Sana also happened to be very easy to talk to.

She turned to Oikawa, smiling with her hand wrapped around yours. “I’ll see you later, babe, but right now I’m going to get some incredible insight. I might steal her from you.”

Oikawa just stood there. You had never seen him more confused in your entire life. He looked out of place. Like he wasn’t expecting things to happen the way they were. “Go for it.” He said. Stoic.

Sana basically dragged you away, arm in arm. She was taller than you, so you had to put in effort to keep up (something you happened to be very good, all your friends were giants). The two of you spoke nonsense about skin and hair and some other things you couldn’t remember.

“You know, I was scared to meet you.” She told you as you stopped in front of her locker. You gaped. “I know, I know. I just didn’t want you to blame Tooru for not telling you about us. I asked him not to.”

“Can I ask why?”

She giggled. It was soft. “I wanted you to like me.” She pulled out a book and shoved it into her bag. “I needed the soulmate stamp of approval.”

“..Soulmate?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sana turned to you. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she did, her bangs never leaving the perfect place across her forehead. “You guys are literally inseparable. You and Tooru. A lot of us joke about how the universe put you guys together, platonic soulmates.”

Platonic soulmates, she said.

“I couldn’t possibly let myself be with him if you didn’t like me.” Sana continued, not really gauging how you were responding. “That’s why he hasn’t really talked to you. I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have told him to keep his distance.”

“I guess I just thought he was mad at me.” You told her. Again without thinking. “We’ve never gone this long without talking, ever. And he was…” you paused. “He asked me for his jersey back and I didn’t really..”

“He asked you for his jersey back?” Sana slammed her locker shut. “I swear I’m going to kill him.”

She mumbled something about how he doesn’t listen. You stood beside her, hands at your sides.

“I literally told him not to do that.” She told you. “He offered me the jersey, and I told him that it was not my place as his girlfriend of a god damn week to take a jersey you’ve worn for years. He’s an idiot. Keep it, I’m serious.”

You didn’t know what to say.

You wanted to hate her, you really did. You tried to find a flaw, something to stick to, but nothing came up. God how you wanted her to be a bitch.

“You don’t hang out with girls often, do you?” She asked. You were walking to class now, her arm linked with yours as her bag hung over her other shoulder.

“I only hang out with ‘Kawa and the boys.” You shrugged.

“Well consider me your official girl best friend. Starting now.” Sana stopped, gasping as though she came to a sudden realization. “Oh my god! We should go to the mall together this weekend!”

You shifted your backpack on your shoulders. “I.. I don’t think..”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be super fun.” She continued, her face lighting up. “We can even have a sleepover after! Please!”

“I’ll have to talk to my parents… I..” You gave up trying to make her the Bad Guy. “Yeah. That sounds fun. We can stay at mine, if you don’t care.”

Sana sent you the brightest smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your arms were unlinked, you heading down a different hallway to your class. “Oh, and Sana?”

“Yes?”

“You have the soulmate stamp of approval.” You turned around before you could see her response.

“You’re not mad at him?” Iwaizumi asked you. “How are you not livid right now?”

“I am mad.” You twisted a pencil in your hand. “But I’m more mad at him for completely ignoring me than having a girlfriend.”

“If I were you I would beat the shit out of him.” Matsukawa spoke up from beside you. He gasped. “Oh my god, I can beat his ass for you. Do you want me to?”

You chuckled. “I’m flattered, but no. Not worth your time or energy.”

The three of you were in the library during lunch, again. You know you should go back to the cafeteria, find a new spot at the lunch table (your previous spot next to Oikawa, in between him and Iwa at the circle tables). But the three of you liked to have a break and just hang out and talk shit at lunch. It became a thing between you and Iwaizumi, but you were happy to have Matsukawa join.

“Speaking of me being pissed off,” you changed the topic. “I’m pissed off that I’m the only one who knows about you two? Um, hello? When will you guys just say you’re dating and get it over with?”

“Hanamaki knows, though his suspicions are unconfirmed.” Matsukawa said.

They were official, you knew. The two of them never told you “hey we’re dating!” or anything like that, but you knew. The same way Iwaizumi knew you were (are) in love with Oikawa. And, it doesn’t held that both of them call each other nicknames and have each other as “bf” with about three trillion hearts in their phones.

“We’re going to wait.” Iwaizumi said. He wasn’t uncomfortable. “I have to tell my parents first. Then we can tell everyone.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Iwa I didn’t even think…”

“Seriously, don’t apologize.” He smiled at you. “You just want us to be happy. And right now, we are with what we have.”

Matsu put his arm around your shoulder from beside you. You were happy for them, too. Though the same couldn’t be said the same about your love life.

Tooru Oikawa invented a game when the two of you were kids. It was a stupid game, and you were pretty sure it was just a game he found while playing with other kids, but it was so fun to you.

You would invite kids over, including Iwaizumi, and would play it all the time in your backyard. The game was simple. Someone was the Catcher, and whoever was Catcher had to stand with their back to the players as the players stood against your house. The Catcher would then shout out a color, and if a player was wearing that color, they would have to run to Oikawa’s house (and touch it) before the Catcher caught them. Oikawa called it “Rainbow”.

One day while playing, Oikawa caught you while you were sprinting. He snatched you by the waist and basically bear hugged you. Everyone was a giggling mess, as kids are.

“Got you!” Kid Oikawa exclaimed. “Got you, got you! You’re it!”

Sometimes, you wished you had the ability to see when you grew up.

Sana ended up becoming a pretty decent acquaintance, despite only knowing her for a day. She was very nice, and extremely fun to talk to. Sana just wanted a girl friend; and after talking to her, maybe that’s what you wanted too.

You were walking in the hallway with her, arms linked as Sana preferred, talking nonsense about classes and the game that night. It was the beginning of the day, so the halls were filled with people who weren’t in class still.

“Are we still on for tonight and tomorrow?” she asked you.

“Yeah. If you’re cool with staying at my house, I think my parents were excited to hear me bring a friend whos a girl over.” You said.

“Oh my god, yes. That sounds perfect!” She nudged you with her arm.

“Okay.” You thought for a second. “If you like to drink, we can get some bottles or wine coolers or something before going home. I know a place.”

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

You stopped in front of your class and she unlinked your arms. “I’m not kidding when I tell you that I’m excited. I’ve told you before that I was nervous about meeting you when I started dating Tooru, but you’re so cool. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?” you laughed. “For what?”

“For being the coolest friend to Oikawa.” A bell. “I got to go to class, if I get another tardy my parents will have my head. But I’ll see you at the game! Wear the jersey!”

She sent you a wink before heading to class.

“Thank you!” you called, and she turned around. “For being the coolest girlfriend to Oikawa.”

After school, Iwaizumi came over. They had a bit of time before the game, so most of the guys like to come home to eat a little bit or hype themselves up.

Like most days, you were sprawled out on your floor as he sat up against some random object in your room. That day, it was your dresser. He was exhausted, and you could tell.

“Iwa, can we be serious for a minute?” you asked.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” he said, and you sat up. “You’re in love with him. You’ve been in love with him for years. How did you know?”

Your eyes flickered between his. “What do you mean? I thought you already asked this before.”

“No, no.” he was nervous to ask you. “No, how did you know that you were in love with him? Like what does that feel like?”

You couldn’t hold back a gasp and a smile. “Oh my God! Hajime Iwaizumi, you’re in love!”

“No..”

“Yes you are!”

The teasing went on like that for a while. It went on and on, the both of you giggling and bickering about teenage love. You didn’t remember exactly how it ended up like this, your head resting on his lap and Iwaizumi’s hand in your hair. You felt your friendship with him, in that moment.

“I think I am, in love with Matsu I mean.”

“I think you are too.” You spoke. “I see the way you two are with each other. The glances and feeling. He definitely loves you too.”

“We’ve been together way longer than when you found us in the closet.”

“I know.”

“Are you still in love with him?’

A pause. “Yeah.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“’Kawa may be the stupidest person I know.”

“…but..?”

“No but. He’s just the stupidest person I know.”

A chorus of laughter. You didn’t even hear yourself, didn’t hear Iwa. You missed this.

You also didn’t hear Oikawa come in, and didn’t notice him standing at your doorway.

“Right.” Oikawa said, bringing a silence to the room. He just turned and left.

You stared at the now-empty doorway. You didn’t remember when you sat up.

“Go.” Iwaizumi pushed you at your waist. “Go get him.”

Without thinking, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs. You finally caught up to him outside, in the middle of your houses.

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” You called. You were angry, upset.

Oikawa’s back was toward you. He wasn’t walking, but you didn’t get any closer. It was like talking to a fucking brick wall.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He said simply.

“We almost kissed, ‘Kawa.” You said. Your hands were in fists at your sides, shaking. “We almost kissed. And you haven’t talked to me, haven’t even looked at me since. You don’t get to be mad at me. You don’t get to be mad I’m hanging out with Iwa when you haven’t talked to him either. And you can’t hide behind Sana asking you to not tell me about you two, not anymore. Please just talk to me.”

“Like I said.” He still had his back toward you. “Nothing to talk about.”

With that, he walked back to his house. You stayed on the sidewalk until you felt Iwaizumi pull you back to reality.

You were pretty sure that anger took over every emotion that night. As you sat at the game, in that stupid fucking jersey you put on as routine, you stared daggers at the floor from the bleachers. You weren’t even in the student section.

You were slouched in the bleacher, arms crossed, when you felt a body sit next to you.

“You seem far too pissed off to be watching a volleyball game.” The boy told you. “A game you’re winning.”

You stole a glance, not leaving your slouched position between the bleachers. He was cute, dark hair and definitely tall (though it could just be because you were sitting). He wasn’t even looking at you, so you turned your eyes back to the court.

He offered you an already open bag of chips, holding them in front of you.

“You don’t go here.” You ignored his offering.

“You’re not wrong.” He looked at you. “I’m here from another school. Trying to see what some friends of mine are up against.” You finally looked up at him. “What’s your name?”

You deadpanned. “What’s yours?”

“I asked you first.”

“Second the best, first the worst. I win.” You said. “What’s your name?”

The boy set his bag of chips down and held out his hand. “I’m Kuroo, Tetsurou Kuroo.”

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aijiology · 3 months ago

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SIR????????!!??!!!???

#maii speaks #tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker jiro #jiro kirisaki #I'M SCREAMING HELLLPPP

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miyaniacs · 4 years ago

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Exchange - Miya Atsumu & Osamu SMAU

ROUTE: OSAMU

not a random girl

smau masterlist / masterlist / previous

a/n: welcome to the emotional rollercoaster and the pep talk I always give myself ✌🏼

Starring at your messages you reread your last conversation with him, tears streaming down your face.

How could you be so blind? So stupid? How could you actually believe he’d choose you over her?

The whole week there was neither a call or message from him. He wasn’t at one of his classes too.

Your friends asked if you knew where he was, but as petty as you are - you just shrugged. You didn’t dare to tell them what you saw, you didn’t want it to be true. Because... there is no way he‘d switch you for some random girl. Osamu isn’t that type of man, he wasn’t a player.

So you kept up a smile on your face - it’s Osamu, you kept on reminding yourself, he would never just forget you.

The smile was up for about three days, until Atsumu grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the campus after your classes.

“Atsumu? - What are you doing?” You ask him confused. The two of you haven’t talked that much the past days, it still hurt him, knowing that you’ll never be his. But now? After he saw her again - he knew the tables have turned and now he has to put his emotions aside and focus on being your friend.

Atsumu didn’t answer you, instead he kept on dragging you away, away from other people until he stopped at a bench, away from all the others.

He sits down and pats the spot next to him, signaling you to sit down.

He stayed silent. Was he really going to be the one again to break your heart?

“So... you see... uhm-“ he stutters. How should he tell you?

“Yes?” You ask him, actually confused of what is up with him.

“There’s this girl..”

Oh.

“I saw them.” You tell him, the memories from that day coming back all at once.

“Oh. Uhm... “ he again, doesn’t know what to say.

“Who is she? Please Atsumu be honest now.” You say and look directly at him.

“Her name is Emma. We know her since we’ve been children. The three of us have been inseparable. We did everything together, shared all of our secrets, had sleepovers almost every day you name it. But her and Osamu... they always had a special connection. So at some point - they realized that it was love and they got into a relationship with their ... what did she call him ... oh - their other half. For real we all thought they’d marry right after Highschool...” he mumbles the last part and stares at the ground. You don’t say anything, your throat being so tight it already hurts to breath.

“But then... out of nowhere she and her family moved away. Osamu was heartbroken - I’ve never seen him that sad before. Even though they tried to make it work... but eventually they realized there was no way they can still be in that relationship and be happy. They needed each other yes. But they really needed each other ... like ... in a physical way, I swear there was no second they haven’t had their hands on each other. It was disgusting honestly. And I was so jealous, jealous of him finding the one.”, he sighs, “ They we’re sure it was meant to be. To be honest we all knew it was. So they made a promise. And that promise helped Osamu through that time. They promised to wait until they meet again.“

“And what happens then?” You choke out.

Atsumu looks at you, hesitating to answer you.

“Atsumu. Please.” You whisper.

“Originally they planned to get back together and continue what they had...” he mumbles.

The hope you had, is now completely gone.

You saw the way he looked at her.

Non of his feelings flew away over time.

Not in the slightest.

Getting up you started walking, Atsumu hurried behind you, trying to catch up. “No.” You whisper as he catches up with you.

“But Y/n.” He begs, yet you shake your head. You just wanted to be alone now.

That night you cried yourself to sleep again, ignoring all the knocks on your door and calls and messages from your favorite chaotic trio you, also known as your roommates.

Then after two weeks of having no contact to Osamu, he messaged you.

Only nine words.

Nine words were needed to fully destroy your heart.

She wasn't a random girl and you’re now fully aware of it.

“I am so sorry, but I still love her.”

So why are so stupid? You could have imagine something like that happening. It was only a matter of time until he realized just how fucked up you really been and how much better he can do. You really hoped that with his help, you can get over everything that happened and to be able to trust again. yet you’ve made the same mistake as always. You linked your own happiness and well-being to a guy.

Leaving your phone in your room, you walk downstairs, your blanket. Still wrapped around you. Your vision is blurry - it’s a wonder how you’ve managed to walk down the stairs without slipping.

The second Bokuto hears you walking down the stairs he jumps up and hurries over to you. Kuroo is already in the kitchen preparing a tea and Kenma is lining up all the snacks they’ve brought just for this moment.

As soon as you reach the end of the stairs, two strong arms pick you up bridal style and carry you over to the sofa. With you still in his arms, Bokuto sits down and nuzzles his face in you hair. Kenma sits down and places his hand on your knee: “Y/N... you’re ready now?” He asks softly and looks at you with his big eyes.

“The tea IS ready” Kuroo says and holds a big cup in front of your face.

“I don’t want any...” you mumble.

“Yes you do! This is a special tea I remember my mum making me whenever I felt sad.” He huffs and with a sigh, you take the cup out of his hands. Carefully you take a small sip of the still hot tea. You can’t make out the ingredients, yet you’re immediately filled with a warm feeling that feel like home.

“Thank you Kuroo...” you mumble and a small smile form on your lips. Kuroo simply pats your head and sits down on a cushion in front of the three of you.

They all look at you with expecting eyes.

You open your mouth and close it again. Taking a sip of the tea you try to speak up again, but you just can’t find the right words. Everything you think of feels wrong. It feels so wrong to sit here again and cry over the almost same guy again.

It was stupid of you to assume that after you’ve chosen him, he’d also choose you. And now you’re crying again? Because in your head it was save to say that he’d only choose you too. So you’re really sitting here crying over something you kind of just made up in your mind? No. Your friends always give you support and you keep on coming back crying over a man. Hell when have you become that kind of girl? The twins really fucked you up. You were independent. You haven’t linked your happiness to having a boyfriend. Open your eyes Y/n. You’re surrounded by three amazing friends, who immediately drop everything they’re doing when you need them. Who are down to fight their own friends, just because they made you cry. You managed to go to this college and full fill your dream.

Isn’t this enough?

Isn’t this enough to be happy?

You open your arms and pull Kenna and Bokuto in a hug, while Kuroo smiles and gets up, wrapping his arms around you three.

“I love you all so soo much. I’m sorry for not really being a good friend, while you been the best friends someone could wish for.” Small tears roll down your cheeks and you feel Kuroo’s soft lips kissing your forehead.

“That’s what friends are for.” Bokuto says.

“I promise you’ll be the only guys I focus on from now on.” You laugh.

“ I’m glade Y/n... but can you all let go of me now?” Kenna asks and desperately tries to wiggle out of yours and Kuroo’s grip.

“Kenna! Stop ruining the moment!!!” Kuroo exclaims and only tightens his grip.

You laugh happily and feel your heart lightening.

Yes. This is enough to be happy.

-Meanwhile at Osamu’s shop-

“Emma?” Osamu asks annoyed.

“Yes Osaaa~” Emma looks at him innocently.

“Why do you have my phone?”

“Oh sorry, my internet wasn’t working working and I needed to look something up.” She says and quickly deletes the last messaged sent to Y/n.

“Ahh... you know I have WiFi here?” He says and rolls his eyes.

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#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #osamu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu headcanons #osamu x y/n #haiykuu x reader #osamu smau #haikyuu smau

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maiis-old-shit · 4 years ago

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uh ramble alert

ok so basically I have maladaptive daydreaming right? and this person that I've never spoken to before in my LIFE, shows up, like I know them, I know they exist, but like no conversation ever- And they arent some sort of celebrity, theyre just some person and yet they show up in my paracosm and im like "haha h i" even tho im freaking out and im telling everyone in my paracosm like im telling beth "yo i have no idea how this person got here" and beth has no idea whats going on and so i try talking to said person and yET, i cant have a proper convo with them either bc i have no idea what theyre like-

#uhh yea #kinda wack #wish i could actually speak to them irl #maii speakz

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askku-chan · 8 years ago

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Sends you Chenny for the positivity

That got kinda personal long.

We're different but we somehow ended up being friends. You like old vintage things, and gramophone seems to be the best gift for you, and I could just surround myself with electronics and click it all the time. You can cook, I can't - your omelettes are the best. You have books in three languages and they perfectly reflect? odzwierciedlają your interests. You speak two languages better than I one. You seem to come and go all the time, but you also stay at the same time. I'm not going everywhere and I learnt by that time that you'll always come back.

My favourite place is your lap when you play on my laptop. I love your hair because when you mix green and blue they look beautiful. You look cool in daisy ducks and if it weren' for you I would never dare to wear them. I wish I can't buy you everything in the world. Seeing you is one of those rare things that make me smile genuinely.

If you didn't tell me that drawing is something that can be learnt, I'd never try it.Also thank you for your muses. If you didn't play Maii, I would never see chemistry in my rping life. And thank you for Roy, because you made possible something I always considered impossible and you made it happened even though I told you it's not going to work.You put up with me even when I talk about characters you don't like.

PS. Podbiał says hello and misses you.PS.2. I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRAW ME ANY ICONS BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN ASDFGHJKLPS.3. How about in next life we live together and become spinsters with three dogs?PS.4. When are we going on an adventure next time?

#emeraldowl #thank you for sending!#Chenny is a sealy sealy owl #someidioticurl

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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 7 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,184

warnings/notes: um.. haha?

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal @wedojustbevibin @shigarakiskitten @shittykawaa @saeranoppa @srirachibi @tpwkatsumu @sempiternal-amour @bokutos-h0e @pinknugget @intheawks

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“Oh.”

You couldn’t look at her. How could you? You felt her eyes stare into your head, but you focused all of your attention onto your hands as though they would help you escape the most awkward conversation you’ve ever had.

“You’re in love with Tooru.” Sana said, as a statement rather than question. You didn’t move, frozen. “Oh my god, and I’ve been a total bitch! I asked you on a double date… oh! Oh no, I totally just said he doesn’t like you back…”

“You’re not wrong.” You let out a small (and very emotionless) chuckle. You finally looked up at her.

“Seriously I cannot believe you are letting me be your friend when I’m dating the man you’ve been seriously in love with. What does that make me?”

“A girl who’s dating a guy who likes her back.” You told her.

The thing was, you weren’t mad at Sana. You never had an ill thought toward her. Yet, Sana was so guilty about something she (1) couldn’t control, and (2) had no idea about. You wanted to hate her, yes, but you didn’t. And Oikawa was your best friend.

“Sana, stop.” You cut her off in the middle of another rant as Sana continued about how mad she would’ve been and asking you again why you didn’t tell her about your love for the boy. “Sana! I don’t care! Truly. I told you when we first met that you had my full approval. Oikawa likes you, and I like you, and I seriously would’ve rather died than have this conversation.”

Sana gave you a look, then looked at Iwaizumi, and then back to you.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

You faked a smile. “That seems to be the question of the decade, huh?”

Tooru Oikawa showed up at your house for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was after the other two had left, and you were just lounging around (and just got off of facetime with Kuroo, which is beside the point).

“Hi.” He smiled as you swung the door open. “Please tell me that I can stay the night.”

You smiled, instantly forgetting about anything else. Because Oikawa was back to being the Oikawa you knew, and he was standing in front of you asking to stay the night.

“You can stay the night.”

You remember the very first time that Oikawa had slept in your bed with you. As kids, it never really counted, and your parents did their best to make sure the both of you slept in either separate beds or on blankets on the floor.

But, one night, Oikawa had showed up in the middle of the night. You were both still kids, basically right before puberty. He was soaking wet from rain.

“Oikawa?” You turned your head. He grew a lot that summer. “What are you doing here?”

“I hate the lightning.” He admitted, stepping in and taking his (very wet) shoes. “Can I sleep here? My brother keeps teasing me.”

“Of course! O.M.G! We can have a sleepover. I have chocolate in my room.”

He followed you up the stares, the both of you giggling and ready to stay up the entire night. You both lied, though, as you fell asleep before midnight. You woke up in his arms.

Sana was still your friend, you assumed. After she left, she never told you that she wanted time or space or anything of the sort. You figured that you’ve held your feelings down for this long and she noticed and it didn’t bother her.

It would’ve bothered you if you found out a friend was in love with your boyfriend.

Still, you were surprised when Sana linked her arm with yours at school. She still sent you her shining smile, waited for you before class, and talked nonsense.

“Sana, I’m confused.” You told her. She was grabbing her books out of her locker and you were standing beside her. She didn’t speak, so you continued. “I… I’m in love with your boyfriend. And you’re… you seem to be okay with the whole thing.”

“You’ve been in love with him for longer than I’ve known him.” Sana turned to you, the most serious you have ever witnessed from her. “Who am I to be mad about that? And I like our friendship, even if it did start with him.”

“You… you’re probably the coolest person ever. Actually.”

“I try to be.” Sana shut her locker, finally giving you a smile. “I’m not one to be jealous, but if this becomes some kind of kdrama I might have to use your weaknesses against you.”

“I can agree to that.”

You ate in the cafeteria for the first time in a long time. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sat to the right of you at the circle tables, and Oikawa on your left. It felt normal. The only thing was, Sana was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Sana?” You asked Oikawa after a little bit, to which he shrugged.

“I don’t know. She said that she had something to do.”

You looked at Iwaizumi, as if he always had the answers you searched for, but he only gave you a confused look. Hm.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You and Oikawa stood in the hallway, arm’s length away and walking in opposite directions. It was after lunch and before class, the perfect time to have an awkward conversation.

“You never stopped wearing my jersey. I saw you in it last game.” He said, sending you his priceless smile.

“I plan on wearing it again tonight. If that’s okay.”

“It’s always okay.” He kept smiling, but you could see it was a little more forced than usual. “I shouldn’t have ever asked you for it.”

“If you start to apologize again, I will punch you in the face. In front of everyone here.” You told him.

His hands came out of his pockets, reaching to you. “Deal. Oh! By the way, your tie is crooked.”

You gasped, looking to your chest, only to find your tie in perfect condition.

“Make you look.”

“You child!” You laughed, smacking his arm. He laughed too, sticking his tongue out at you.

Suzuki Sana had been dating Tooru Oikawa, officially, for a month. She liked it, for the most part. He adored her, truly, and made her laugh more than ever. He also happened to be a good kisser, something she would never admit.

The only thing was, she felt way closer to you than she did with Oikawa. Not in the same ways, of course, but it was true. She wasn’t expecting to be such close friends with you so quickly.

Sana tried her best not to be jealous, or upset, about you being in love with Oikawa. But it was hard. She was a lot of things but a jealous girlfriend was not one of them. Until she watched you and Oikawa talk.

It was just a small conversation between you and him, a short one in the hallway after lunch, but it was like a spotlight shone directly on the two of you and made everyone else disappear. She could almost see the love dripping off of your face when you smiled at something he said to you. And she definitely didn’t miss the way Oikawa looked at you with stars in his eyes.

So, yeah. That’s when something changed and Sana knew what to do.

There was only one fight between Tooru Oikawa and you that resulted in multiple days of no speaking. And it was your fault. It was something stupid, but it was important.

When you were young (probably around nine or ten), you had accidentally ripped Oikawa’s permission form to go to a volleyball summer camp. It was only a couple of weeks during the summer where he would be away, and they needed to turn in the paper by mail.

Oikawa was mad at you for two full days. He yelled at you, thought that you ripped it on purpose because you didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want him to go, of course, but the rip was on accident.

He apologized on the third day. And spent the rest of the summer forcing you to play volleyball with him. By the end, you still didn’t completely understand the sport.

You have known Oikawa your entire life, your parents being best friends since their high school days. It wasn’t unusual for your parents to have dinner together and leave “the children” (you) to hang out while they’re away.

It was one of those nights, and Oikawa was trying to convince you to throw some serves for him in the backyard. You sat on the porch, next to Oikawa’s older brother, refusing to do so.

“So, I hear you have been dating someone lately.” Oikawa’s brother turned to you, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. Oikawa froze from his position, ball in hand. You didn’t notice. “Tell me the details.”

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You told him, face flushed.

“Ah! You’re so flustered right now!” He teased you. “Who is he?”

“No one. I’m not dating anyone.” You crossed your arms. You looked at Oikawa, trying to gauge his reaction. He had his back turned to you.

Oikawa’s brother noticed your focus, and you swore his grin got wider. “I see. You’re not over it.”

“Not over it.” You replied, both of you sharing a secret as old as time.

Tetsurou Kuroo had facetimed you one day after school, before one of Seijoh’s games. It was a filler game, one that didn’t count towards championships, but you were excited to go to a game when everything was back to normal.

“Hello, jersey.” He greeted through the phone. He was laying in bed, one arm under his head. You had a very thirsty thought, but you will keep that to yourself. You didn’t like Kuroo that way.

“Hello, hair.” You joked back, pointing out his hair (which was flat and on his face and not done per usual).

“Why are you still at school? The game doesn’t start for like half an hour.”

“I forgot something in my locker.” You told him, turning the corner towards your locker. “And my mom dropped me off before going to run some errands, so I’m here early.”

Kuroo talked to you for a minute about something volleyball related, and then something about something else you couldn’t remember, before you ended up at your locker.

The lockers were a bit shorter than the ceiling, so there was a space between the top of the locker. Right above yours was a blue athletic water bottle with an “O” on it. You chuckled, rolling your eyes, reaching up to grab it (using a shelf in your locker after not being able to reach).

“Hey, Kuroo, do you mind if I call you back later?”

“Yeah, cool. Talk to you later?”

You smiled at him from your camera. “I’ll probably text you during the game.”

He smiled and waved you goodbye. You clicked the end button as you twirled the full water bottle in your hand.

You walked into the gym, towards the boys who collected around the chairs by the coach. The minute you seen the back of Oikawa’s head, you knew that he wasn’t the happiest.

It was like the cheerful Oikawa from earlier had vanished.

“Hey, ‘Kawa…” you started, but before you could get any closer or say anything else, he pivoted.

His eyes met yours, and he was livid. The air was immediately tense.

“Dude can you fucking leave me alone for one minute?” Oikawa deadpanned. He was angry, his voice loud enough to cause most of the crowd to go silent to listen in. You froze in place. “Seriously, get off the court and let me play this fucking game without worrying about you. You know Sana broke up with me because of you? Did you know that? You always have to have some kind of interference for literally everything good happening in my life. Why don’t you go? Leave me be? You don’t even fucking like volleyball.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and your voice caught in your throat. You couldn’t move. You blinked.

“God, it’s so fucking annoying. I get it, you’re in love with me or whatever, but Jesus Christ dude find someone else to follow. ”

You swallowed. Not only did your heart shatter, but he also pointed every insecurity you had. Annoying him, being a bother… You couldn’t breathe. He knew. Of course he knew. How could he not know?

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice was small, and you were surprised that it didn’t waver. You held the waterbottle to him, hands shaking. “I was just bringing you your water bottle. You left it on top of my locker.”

You placed the water bottle on the ground next to the coach before walking out of the gym doors, and then sprinting down the hall.

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