#oikawa loves milk bread and iwa knows it

[iwaoiness]

Every 20th of July since he was fifteen, the first candles Oikawa blows out are embedded in fluffy milk bread. Throughout Kitagawa Daiichi and all of Aoba Johsai, Iwaizumi always managed to prepare this little surprise for him, whether during recess, after or before training, in his room, or in Tooru's room. He would approach Oikawa holding a small cardboard tray of milk bread, shielding the candles with his hand to keep the flames from going out prematurely. He would sing happy birthday to him (sometimes accompanied by the off-key voices of Mattsun and Makki, sometimes alone) and remind him to make a wish. And every year, through snot and tears, Oikawa would scoff at how corny this was (and, of course, Hajime wouldn't waste a second kicking him in the ass).

But he would quickly close his eyes, think of a wish, and blow out the candles with blushing cheeks.

Later, when the distance between them was no longer just the Takahashi house but the vast Pacific Ocean, Hajime continued the tradition, even across the screen, honoring his wish. Every 20th of July, before his morning run, he would prepare the milk bread dough and, by the time he returned, he would bake it just in time for their video call. When Oikawa least expected it, Hajime would place the milk bread rolls in front of the camera with the candles lit.

On his 30th birthday, however, with a few hours left in the day, Oikawa still hasn't made his wish. He has been fidgeting all day since Hajime told him that he won't know if he will be able to connect to the video call because one of the best players on the UCI volleyball team has been seriously injured during training.

Tooru knows he shouldn't be upset about it. He understands that there’s nothing much that can be done, that Hajime is a professional who takes his job seriously, and it’s perfectly normal for him to be focused on his players. But he can't shake the frustration that it all happened on his birthday.

He hates that they’ve only exchanged a few messages. He hates that he hasn’t heard Hajime’s voice for almost an entire day. He hates the distance. He hates that he's spent eleven damn birthdays without Hajime. He hates the damn opposite hitter who can’t train without getting injured.

Oikawa taps his mobile screen twice with his thumb, snorting in irritation when he checks the time. To make matters worse, Santiago had suggested dinner at his favorite restaurant to distract him, but the idiot is already ten fucking minutes late and isn't answering his calls.

“Shit!,” he curses in Japanese, begrudgingly sitting back down on the icy wooden bench where they were supposed to meet. He crosses his arms and scowls in frustration.

And, of course, it’s freezing. Because Argentina is on the other side of the hemisphere, and despite having been here for over a decade, it’s still unusual to celebrate his birthday in a scarf and jacket.

He’s about to get up again, planning to head to the restaurant alone and stuff himself with food—charging it, of course, to Santiago’s account—when he hears footsteps approaching.

“About time, pedazo de pelotud—!” The words die on his tongue as he looks up and doesn’t see Santiago.

His eyes widen in shock, his mouth falls open, and his heart seems to stop.

Hajime is here. In person. Just two steps away, not an ocean apart. As handsome as he was two months ago, dressed in a denim jacket and a thick black sweatshirt with the hood up, just as he always does when he's cold. He wears the dark sweatpants he typically dons for travel.

“Yo” Hajime greets, his smile warm and genuine.

“What…?” Oikawa’s voice emerges faint and quivering. He slowly rises, gripping the bench for support as the tingling in his legs threatens to make him topple over.

That’s when he notices what Iwaizumi is holding in his hand: a small cardboard tray with two milk bread rolls, each one adorned with a candle—one shaped like the number 3 and the other like the number 0. Hajime’s free hand shields the flickering flames from the breeze, preventing them from being switched off, just as he has always done for Tooru.

Tooru’s lips quiver and his eyes well up as he looks up again, meeting Hajime’s gaze. Always so intense, so beautiful, so full of tenderness when look at him.

“I’m two years late, but I finally managed to fulfill your wish.”

Oikawa chuckles softly, sniffling as he wipes away tears from his cheek with the back of his hand.

“So, can I still hope that my wish about Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan will come true?”

“As if” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes in amusement, moving a little closer. “Here, tontito, blow them out before they go out. And make a wish.”

Tooru nods, lowering his gaze to the candles as Hajime withdraws his hand.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, ignoring the moisture on his lashes. He wishes for gold at this year's Olympic Games. He wishes for his parents, Takeru and his sister to come and visit him again soon. He wishes to celebrate the new year with Mattsun, Makki and Iwa-chan. Wishes for his grandmothers to stay healthy. Wishes for January to come so he can go to Suga-chan and Daichi's wedding. Wishes to play beach volleyball with Shoyo once more. Wishes that all his teammates continue to do well (even MadDog-chan). Wishes to win the VNL. He wants to keep playing for CA Boca until he retires.

But more than anything else, what he wishes for right now is—

"I wish Iwa-chan would let go of the tray so I can hug him and never let go again," he whispers before lifting his eyelids and blowing out the candles.

In less than three seconds, Iwaizumi places the tray on the bench and pulls Oikawa from his waist into a firm, strong, and tender embrace that feels like home. Tooru wraps his long arms around Hajime's broad shoulders, burying his face in his neck. He is overwhelmed by the familiar touch of Hajime's hands on his waist and back, the fresh scent of his favorite cologne, the comforting weight of his body against his own, and the gentle tickle of Hajime's spiky hair on his neck.

"Happy birthday, mi vida. I love you so, so much," he murmurs softly, his voice low and husky. Tooru lets out a sob, tightening his embrace as if trying to lock Hajime away in his soul.

"I love you much, much more," Tooru snuggles up into Hajime's neck. "And I hope that milk bread is homemade, or I won't forgive you for lying to me" Adds, smiling tenderly as the laughter of the love of his life reverberates through his chest as well.

His 31st wish will be the one that has been secretly accompanying the rest of his wishes.

Because there hasn't been a single year that Oikawa Tooru hasn't wished for Iwaizumi Hajime to stay in his life forever.

...

AGAAAIN HAPPY BDAY TO THE BEST MAN IN THIS WORLD, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, THE HEART OF MY HEART, THE SUN OF MY GALAXY, MY PRETTY BOY, MY HUSBAND i love him sm u can even imagine

u can find a little bit more extensive version and find me on my ao3 🍉

[worldsxtar]

 THERE WAS NEVER A CHANCE FOR HIM, HUH ?

He was the one in the spotlight. At least, that was how things were usually. When it came to the idea of dating, every girl would pretty much put him as the ideal boyfriend, and dozens would go after him like lost puppies. After all, Oikawa had the qualities to catch one's heart— the charm, looks, personality, popularity. One could only name it.

And yet, in that sea of fangirls at his back and call, there was only one person that had his heart in a genuine sense—

You.

You, whose attention never lingered on him more than needed to.

You, who never swoon at his every flirt and attempt to court.

You,

Whose heart never once beat for him.

And it all dawned on him in that exact day, where his best friend, Iwaizumi Hajime, found a letter in his locker.

A love letter

Nothing to be that alarmed about, right? It was just Iwa-chan receiving an actual love letter for himself. Heck— Oikawa even choked on his own milk bread upon seeing that, but Oikawa was happy to know there was actually someone that wanted his said best friend

Yet that happiness faltered as soon as it appeared, upon finding out it came from none other than

you.

IWAIZUMI'S BOT BUT IN OIKAWA'S POV

© WORLDSXTAR , do not copy, translate or plagiarize my work without permission. I do not own the characters involved.

[sunfish-studies]

Small Talk

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Yes, they were wondering about your almost nonexistent love live.

“Hey, [Nickname]-chan, I’ve been thinking about this really hard,” Oikawa drawled after swallowing his favorite milk bread, cheek resting on top of the desk.

“Knowing Oikawa is thinking hard, must be something stupid,” Hanamaki commented.

“Why did you say that so casually!?” sure enough, the slander managed to revive the captain from his slump–shooting out from his seat almost instantly.

Currently, it was lunch and the third years were hanging out at Iwaizumi and your class–pushing your desks together and pulled up a few chairs to accommodate five people at the same time. While you packed your own lunch and Oikawa brought his milk bread, the rest was taking a short journey to the cafeteria for food.

“I couldn’t help but agree,” Matsukawa added, hurting the boy’s pride even further.

“[Nickname]-chan!” of course, the best way for him to be out of this misery is to call out for your help.

“What is it?” you decided to indulge him this time because the captain seemed to be invested in this certain topic each minute passed.

Oikawa pointed at you before moving to gesture Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi along with him including. “You are surrounded by boys.”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you answered nonetheless. “…I can see that.”

“A lot of boys for more than three years!”

“Well, I am the manager of the boys’ volley club if you forget.”

“What are you on about?” Iwaizumi deadpanned, not liking how this certain topic stretched out–the ‘ridiculous alarm’ in the back of his head was ringing, signaling that indeed this conversation went from least normal to weird in an alarming rate.

“Don’t you see, Iwa-chan!?” Oikawa gasped dramatically, pointing towards you in earnest. “[Nickname]-chan is surrounded by boys for more than three years! You bound to like some at some point! Why have I never heard about this!? I thought I’m your best friend!”

There’s a pregnant silence before Hanamaki broke it by remarking, “You really are a moron.”

Oikawa pressed a hand upon his chest, faking as if an arrow just stabbed through his heart–not believing this sort of betrayal. “I’m hurt Makki!”

“But he does have a point,” Matsukawa, with his saving grace, decided to take this into his account for once. He looked at you for a moment and hummed. “I mean, everyone has been through that phase somehow. Wanna share?”

“Thank you for making my point valid!” Oikawa harrumphed in triumph, which earned him a disgusted gaze from Iwaizumi.

You sighed in resignation, finally getting into conclusion. “To put it simple, you want to know about my nonexistent love life?”

“I’ve seen you getting confessed to by a senior so it’s not really nonexistent.” Hanamaki commented, pulling up a lazy smirk as he rested his chin on his palm–successfully dragged out another resigned sigh. And how did he even know that was beyond you.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Did you have a crush on someone during middle school!?” Oikawa exclaimed–the ruckus he caused managed to gather pairs of curious eyes diverting their gaze towards their table, and received a heartful smack on the back of his head courtesy of Iwaizumi.

“I did.” Your quick answer without a hint of hesitation made the four taken aback–definitely not expecting it. They were more ready with lots of stutter, reluctancy to reply, and flaming red engulfing your face as you confessed to them–the usual routine if someone ever dug other’s deepest secret.

“That was fast,” Matsukawa remarked, shoulders eased up a little. True, even though you’re practically under the spotlight of sudden interrogation you didn’t feel the need to be nervous or flustered–which kind of intimidated them a bit. Contrast to it, they were actually the ones who were tense with whatever answer you had in store–maybe this is what you called an anticipation.

They would declare themselves a hypocrite if not once they thought of you as someone who’s not attractive–considering you were getting attentions from others especially during official matches. They’re the opposite gender so of course they took it to their mind at some moment.

“So, who is it?” Hanamaki asked, rising a brow.

“Tooru.”

“…Please tell me you’re joking.” If short-circuiting is capable to happen in one’s brain, then Iwaizumi had that undoubtedly. You? Had a crush on Oikawa during middle school? At this moment, snowing in tropical regions would likely be more possible than your statement. Even Hanamaki and Matsukawa found themselves rendered speechless by your revelation.

“Sadly not,” all of his hope was crushed in an instant. You then directed a bored stare towards the said mentioned person. “To be honest, I’m questioning myself too. Do my taste really stooped that low?”

“Y-You’re mean, [Nickname]-chan!” Oikawa protested. “But it’s nice knowing my charms works on you!”

“Thank goodness you’ve opened your eyes for the truth, [First Name],” Matsukawa sighed in relief, incurring another series of protests from the brunette and a satisfied firm nod from Hanamaki.

“I’m assuming you’re not currently?” the pink-haired boy added which earned him a nod.

“I’m over it, it’s an old story after all,” You took a short second for swallowing before continuing, smiling playfully. “Knowing he’s vowed his unending loyalty to volleyball, I know when to back off.”

“You are a good person,” Hanamaki hummed in understanding. It’s difficult to recover from heartbreak or backing down from a certain feelings, you managed to do that for Oikawa earn another respect point from him. You thought of the brunette thoroughly unlike the girls he’s been with, you respect and fully support him instead of telling him to tone down his ambitions for aiming higher in volleyball.

“That, I can agree.” Unexpectedly, it came from the mentioned captain. His playfulness vanished as he moved to rested his chin on top of the desk. There’s solemn reflected on his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher; was it guilt?

“If you’re thinking on apologizing then don’t,” Stating firmly, you placed your chopsticks down to emphasized. Because there’s nothing for him to apologize. Not with things which wasn’t in his control to begin with. “I can’t choose to who to like, and it’s my own decision anyway. If I felt hurt, it’s on me. You’re not responsible for any of it, Tooru. Besides, either it’s romantic or not, I still love you.”

People would take it as cringe worthy or too dramatic in modern era such as currently. However, that’s how feelings worked; sometimes extremely hard to put into words, sometimes it didn’t even need to be vocalized. Your words held honesty–no matter what, you cared for Tooru, Hajime, and the others immensely.

“[Nickname]-channn!!” As usual, there’s fake waterworks involved as soon as Oikawa successfully comprehended. As usual, he bolted from his seat to threw himself on you. Though, you keep it to yourself when you took a notice on how his hug was firmer than the usual playful ones.

Then there were more hands joining in; one settled on your head, one resting on your shoulder, and a little finger intertwined itself with yours. It was quite a sight to see, but you couldn’t care less.

You love your boys.

[moon4nge1]

- Tōru Oikawa Headcanons!!

✧ ☽ ✧

His Features/Expressions!

⤻ crow feet! -because Tōru smiles a lot, whether it be a genuine smile or a fake one, he’s developed cute little smile wrinkles by his eyes!

⤻ wears contacts -he prefers these over his glasses! His eye sight isn’t terrible, but he does have trouble from seeing far away. He started to wear contacts in middle school because a girl complimented how much cuter he looked!

⤻ genuine soft smile! -when he is actually expressing his true happiness, he isn’t showing of his broad smile. No, instead he goes for a more softer one. This is because he feels like it shows he actually means it!

⤻ rough hands! -Tōru spends hours upon hours in the gym. Constantly hitting the ball and perfecting his form. Over time his hands became littered with calluses, and they aren’t as smooth as they once were. But you don’t mind, because whenever they make contact with you, you can’t help but to fall more in love with his battered hands.

⤻ soft lips! -contrast to his hands, Tōru’s lips are super soft! He takes very good care of them, and doesn’t like it when they get chapped. His main motivation is for you to enjoy his lips against yours!

His Locker!

⤻ always filled! -there is never a time where his locker is empty! There’s always a couple of milk breads along with lover letters from admirers. A lot of times he gets really tired of having to clean out his locker everyday. He even went to the principal to secretly change his locker; his request was denied. His first rejection, he definitely cried that night.

⤻ pictures everywhere! -he takes pride in his team, even if he acts very childish to them. He dedicates a whole wall to team pictures ranging from: wins, losses (even if it hurts his ego), team hangouts, even practices! He even has a small photo of you, but denies it. He doesn’t need you teasing him more.

⤻ mirror, brush, and chapstick! -this man needs to look good. He needs the girls to chase him somehow! He definitely checks himself out during every passing periods. Iwa has hit him multiple times for making them late to class.

⤻ inspirational quotes -honestly he doesn’t even mind them. Even on his bad days, they only seem to upset him more. There was this one day he was so upset with himself he tore down the quotes; he ended up putting them back up after reading through them.

Lover Boy!

⤻ clingy!! -Tōru is a massive clingy person! Whenever he sees you in the halls or passing by your classroom; he can’t help himself and just has to give you a hug! He’s especially clingy at night, you can’t, for the life of you, pry his hands off of you!

⤻ protective!!! -with his growing fan base, he knows that it sometimes takes a toll on you. He tries his hardest to protect from the girls. The girls are not his only worry, the boys that surround you drive him insane! He once has to punch a guy because his hands became a little too adventurous for his liking. Let’s say you thanked him that night! Jdjd

⤻ “honey” or “y/n-chan” -he really loves to use ‘honey’ because it sounds like you guys are an old married couple. That’s his goal for your guy’s relationship; being an old married couple!! ‘Y/n-chan’ is only used when you are not giving him enough attention.

⤻ drama queen!!! -PLEASE THIS MAN IS JUST SO OVER THE TOP WITH EVERYTHING!! You won’t give him a kiss? He might actually cry. No hugs in the hallway? He will loudly express how hurt he is. No cuddles at night? Good luck sleeping! He’s so over the top, but you can’t help but to give into his tactics and love him more.

⤻ all-nighter dates>> -he still does take you out on dates during the day time, he just prefers when you stay the night kinda date! On days before matches, he’ll call you to come over. You guys will have tea and cuddle up together, while watching the upcoming rivals matches! Tōru will have his head on your shoulder as he points out the weaknesses of each member after rewatching the clip several times. “Honey are you getting bored of this?” He mumbled out, eyes never leaving the screen. “No baby, I enjoy doing this because you’re with me!” You whispered back, gently pinching his cheek.

©moon4nge1 - please do not steal, copy, or repost on any other platforms without my permission!

✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I had accidentally deleted my account! So I’m having to rewrite everything! If you had already saw this, then I would appreciate it if you liked it again! T-T

[ennoshitas-princess]

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮

This is the last of my Autumn Treats Request: Pumpkin bread with milk for Oikawa Tooru (your crush Oikawa and you do arts and crafts) (fluff) Word Count: 500

Oikawa just loved fall so much. For one, he fell for you during this beautiful time of year. For two, because of the thought of Halloween costumes. He just couldn't wait for you to show up at the front door of his home, ready to go and trick or treat with his nephew.

His imagination ran wild to all the possible things you wanted to put on. He imagined you as a sweet princess with the most cutest baby blue dress. Maybe the cutest angel costume because in his eyes, you were the most innocent thing he had to protect from the cruel outside world. Or maybe you were going to show up at his front porch as a fairy with the nicest flower crown right on your head and glittery wings ready to grab him and take him to a magical place.

The doorbell rang as he got up to scream to his nephew it was time to get going for the free sweets that were later to cause him a belly ache. By him, it means Oikawa since he could remember.

“Hey Iwa-chan~ Who is this you brought?” His eyes glanced up and down at this nightmare.

“Shittykawa, this is l/n-san.” He deadpanned to his childhood friend.

His eyes felt like they were going to come out of his face. How is this scarlet-covered, looking like a corpse, could be his sweet and innocent l/n-chan? She looks like a princess, so why would she dress up like this ugly looking thing?

“L/n-chan, you're supposed to be a cute princess or a fairy, not this- this hideous looking demon thing!” His blood boiled at the thought of his sweet l/n-chan dressing up like this. If he could, he would clean all of this up.

“Silly Oikawa, I was just trying to impress your nephew, I am pretty sure he will be. Plus, I find this to be cool. I even made it myself. The ebony cape, the staff, and the makeup I didn't even look at references.” You look at him with a ray of hope in your eyes, wanting him to know you dedicated yourself in doing this for him.

“Still, how dare you!” He made a pout.

“C'mon, let's get going! Or else I will beat ya for wasting my time.” Iwaizumi left from the front porch as you grabbed Oikawa’s hand.

“Why would you ever think of dressing up like this? I wanted you to be a princess for me, and I'm your knight. It just makes sense! C'mon, l/n-chan.” His cheeks burned at the touch of your hand intertwined into his.

“Well, I look cool. To be honest, I really thought you would love this. I could be your bloody corpse bride.” You blush at what slipped out of your lips.

“You know, I will accept that. But tomorrow you will dress up as a princess for me.” His face turned even more beet red.

“Deal!” You smiled at him.

A/n: thanks for this request!! Sorry it took so long :( this is a bit too late since it is centered around Halloween. I will be doing more requests eventually, but I will need a theme!! I will soon be posting a poll to ask to all of you!! Suggestions will be appreciated!!

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[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, yuji terushima, yu nishinoya, shoyo hinata, daichi sawamura, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa + takahiro hanamaki, kotaro bokuto, tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi

gender neutral! reader

     ➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  he would definitely take you out to get milk bread with him before taking you in his car to go to his special spot where he admires the stars

⌗  seeing as oikawa is a total geek who believes in aliens, i'm sure some part of him also finds astronomy interesting so he'll definitely start going on about that

⌗  "ahh y/n-chan! i'm so glad you're okay with this, iwa-chan's always making fun of me for liking this kind of stuff!!"

⌗  while you guys could just lay down on the grass — he prefers wrapping his arms around you and resting your head on his chest

⌗  "i'd say you're as pretty as the stars, but it'd take an infinite amount of them to compare to you, y/n-chan~"

     ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  cat café for sure, then movies at home;  i don't make the rules 😗✨

⌗  you'd think he was bringing you there to pet cats and stuff but in all honesty — he wants to do it just as bad

⌗  "oya? y/n-chan, you should totally try these ears on, hmm? it'd be a cute look for ya~ i'm sure the team would enjoy it. wouldn't you agree?"

⌗  the teasing would never end, i can tell you that at least..

⌗  after you guys finish up — with kuroo complaining about wanting to take all the cats home, you two end up snuggling on his couch with hot coco while putting on all the classic and iconic movies 😌

    ➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i hope you guys know how to skateboard cuz —

⌗  you can't tell me he won't take you to a skating park. i mEaN loOk aT hIM😭

⌗  if you don't know how to skate he'll definitely take the time to teach you, ofc while holding your hand so you don't fall and hurt yourself. surprisingly — he's hella patient when it comes to you.

⌗  "don't push yourself too hard y/n, i wouldn't want you to fall for me all over again!" — he would totally laugh and use cheesy pickup lines but you still love his dumbass😌

⌗  once the sun sets, y'all would definitely take cute pictures before heading off to buffalo wild wings or sumn to get sum dinner

     ➫    𝓝𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗔   𝓨𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  why go to one place for a date when you can fit like ten different dates into one?

make sure you slept the night before cuz this boy is taking you EVERYWHERE and you already know he has a never ending source of energy😭 you might need to stop for a coffee at some point — bUT DON'T GIVE ANY TO NOYA.

⌗  "y/n-chan we're totally going swimming, to the amusement park, the mall — OH AND WE NEED TO GET GARIGARIKUN POPSICLES!!"

⌗  he'll drag you everywhere, but you're happy to get tired as long as you're with him and having fun🥺💗

⌗  after going to like ten different places, the last destination would be at sakonoshita's where you guys would have your popsicles together and share a kiss ♡︎

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⌗  the amusement park, that's where he's taking you — but first, he'll ask you to set for him at the park before going LMAO

⌗  on his way to pick you up he'll bring you meat buns while asking you to hop on his bike with him to go set at the park🥺

⌗  surprisingly the amusement park isn't all that far away and you guys manage to get there early enough to get stamps + tickets so you can try all sorts of rides out

⌗  just like he gets nervous for matches , he gets nervous for rides.. please take him to the bathroom before he finds another scary tall ass mf —

��  "y/n-channn this embarrassing.. i can go on my own y'know! i doubt dai ou-sama's here today.." — idc if he says no, go with him😐

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⌗  alright dadchi here is hella classy, so he'd either take you to a really fancy dinner or — dinner at home cuz he can definitely cook :D

⌗  he'd pick you up from your house and say hi to your parents while assuring he'd take care of you🥺

⌗  he'd get you roses for sure or some sort of pretty flowers 😭💘💘

⌗  "wow i thought these were beautiful when i got them for you, but they could never compare to you, y/n" — he'd be blushing too, daichi doesn't use a lotta pickup lines 😭

because my man knows chivalry and how to be a gentleman, he'd pay and even get you a dessert to split together :'o

     ➫    𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘   𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  after successfully dragging kenma away from his gaming console, you end up taking him to an arcade. it's a small improvement, okay??

⌗  he's reluctant, but sometimes going to retro arcades can be fun and they have GOOD ASS snacks so he luckily wasn't all that difficult with you — you'd have to tell kuroo about this later cuz 🕺🏽✨

⌗  after playing a bunch of fighting games and even air hockey — you end up dragging his ass to dance dance revolution😭

⌗  "y/n you do realize i can hardly roll out of bed, you really expect me to do this?"

⌗  he complains a little at first, but after dancing a few rounds, you coulda sworn you saw his lips curl up a just a little 👀

    ➫    𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜   𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i feel like iwa would take you to the park for a cute picnic. simple, but sweet

⌗  he'd bring a whole picnic basket with snacks and i headcannon that he can cook, so he definitely made sumn

⌗  because he isn't good with romance, he reluctantly went to tooru for help — who could NOT stop running his mouth.. he got hit with a volleyball afterwards tho😔

⌗  "so i went to that trashykawa for help, what does it matter?! i wanna be able to make shit nice for you!" — iwa are you blushing??🤨

⌗  i imagine there somehow being fireworks that night — don't ask me why and he'd totally lean in to share a kiss with you — while you're caught off guard ofc🚶‍♂️

     ➫    𝓜𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡   &&   𝓜𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  ramen date for sure cuz mattsun is lazy but wants some good ass food and who doesn't like ramen😗

⌗  lowkey feel like y'all would run into makki who just — ends up joining your date 😭 oh to be blessed by the presence of matsuhana✨

⌗  these two would seem normal at first , definitely no bad intentions until you see less noodles in your bowl each time you look from one to the other😐

⌗  "it was makki / mattsun —  " in sync :^

⌗  honestly your date with them is just pure crackheaded energy.. but you have a good time with them and they end up walking you home where you kiss both their cheeks before going inside🥺💘

     ➫    𝓑𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢   𝓚𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  y'all are going to get sum good ass bbq at a secret but underrated place in tokyo✨

⌗  this crackheaded owl will definitely show up to your house uninvited and drag your ass out cuz he's cool with your family😭

⌗  "y/n-chan i'm amazing aren't i?! even akaashi said this was a good idea!"

⌗  he would talk your whole ear off about his accomplishments in volleyball and would even start talking about akaashi LMAO but you find it cute to watch him be so positive and energetic

⌗  please watch your food cuz you already know he's gonna grab those chopsticks and snatch every piece even out of arm's reach🖐

     ➫    𝓚𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  mr. awkward here doesn't know any better so he bought tickets to a professional volleyball match😪

⌗  he's just a lil blueberry who loves his milk and you can't possibly say no to him, so of course you go. surprisingly it's extremely fun and watching him light up like a little kid is just the cutest sight

⌗  "  i.. dumbass, i'm not blushing!" yeah ok

⌗  you'd tease him for sure after the match finishes and in response — ah.. expect him to get you back for that later😭

⌗  since he found it a little selfish that he made you do something of his interests, he ends op offering to buy you ice cream at a cute vintage parlor so y'all can take cute pictures of sharing ice cream ✨

     ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓐𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  did someone say beach?

⌗  okay but fr — he wants to take you to the beach and even try out volleyball on the sand there too — aside from swimming ofc and possibly dragging you to try out some kind of crazy watersport😭

⌗  y'all would have some seafood in a cute little restaurant on the beach and have snowcones afterwards

⌗  "oh? y/n-chan, you've got a little something there," he says this as he wipes your cheek and totally gives you the side eye while licking his finger😐

⌗  you already know this man finna come from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and sprint to the shore as he tosses you in before joining🐒

    ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i feel like osamu would like to spend your date together at home with takeout — probably chinese and i don't blame him😍

⌗  y'all would play some board games together — with you complaining halfway about losing monopoly to him for the 36289292th time🧎

⌗  y'all would stay up LATE just playing those games and then watching movies afterwards

⌗  LOTS of snacks and we can't forget that glorious takeout food. he'd make tea somewhere in between too

⌗  "y/n, i understand you want to win, but we can't play all night y'know — you need your rest for tomorrow."

     ➫    𝓢𝗘𝗠𝗜   𝓔𝗜𝗧𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  do not tell me he does NOT have money — hE GOES TO SHIRATORIZAWA COME ON Y'ALL

⌗  he's taking you to the mall cuz he wants to shop for some new clothes and spoil you rotten, i mean it —

⌗  you'd try and hold the bags at the very least since he paid for everything, but in the end he ends up taking everything in one hand and uses his free one to hold yours🥺

⌗  "hey, if i'm taking out, i'll treat you like complete royalty," get your sunglasses ready for that smile you guys —

⌗  after a good two hours of shopping, he'll take you to a cute bakery nearby and split your favorite dessert with you ♡︎

notes. reviving the hq tag? ahahaha.. anyway don’t mind any typos these are old asf..

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[cynoswifey]

Toru Oikawa Headcanons

A/N: Oikawa is 100% a babygirl

warnings: none ^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•^°•

° Oikawa is a gentleman for sure but most of the time he's the woman in the relationship what can I say he's a queen

• He's clingy like he's always holding your hand or hugging you but that's just the way he expresses his love

° Whenever you are there during games he shows off. He loves it whenever you are there to cheer him on and of course, give him his good luck kiss before the match

• When Oikawa catches you staring he'd wink and poke his tongue at you and of course, he'd follow it with a "Wow can't keep your eyes off me huh"

° Whenever Iwa is mad at him he'd hide behind you though once Iwa explains whatever stupid thing he did you end up hitting him on the head

• When you both go out he loves dressing you up so you both wear matching or similar outfits. He also loves seeing you in his clothes so he always gives you his jacket

° Always walks you home even if you live far from where he does Oikawa always make an effort to be the best boyfriend ever. He also buys you something from the convenience store and gets himself some milk bread

• Oikawa loves beaches his favorite in the Miyagi prefecture is Kodanohama Beach he loves watching the sunsets with you

° On the topic of the sky you better believe he loves stargazing with alien onesies on. Just imagine if you had a trampoline you both would put pillows and blankets around it and just lie there looking at the beautiful stars.

• You can't watch scary movies with him. Oikawa claims he can watch them and is all high and mighty until you actually put one on and he screams at everything and keeps you up because he can't sleep

° Oikawa knows how to cook but not bake it's actually funny the way he tries so hard to bake but he gets better after a while.

• If you start calling him shittykawa he would die. He'd just look at you in shock. He also loves it when you give him nicknames just not shittykawa please

° Imagine house shopping with this guy in Argentina of course you both found a beautiful home and now spend your days eating delicious food and hiking with Oikawa

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[seijorhi]

Beg, Borrow & Steal

Mattsun & Oikawa Soulmate Commission for a lovely nonnie <33 Oikawa Tooru x female reader, Matsukawa Issei x female reader w.c 6.7k tw: noncon, smut, nsfw, forced infidelity, general yandere themes

The first time it happens, it’s a miracle. The world flips and colour – the glistening ocean lapping at your heels, the bright blue sky, the green of your best friend’s two piece – bursts across your vision, stealing your breath away.

Twenty yards down the shore, similarly moonstruck, your soulmate gapes back at you – at least until the next wave comes, knocking into him and sweeping him right off his feet.

The second time ‘round, it feels more like a hurricane. 

In the space of a heartbeat, the life you’ve lovingly built brick by brick is ripped apart, right down to its very foundations.

—

“They’re gonna love you, will you please stop worrying?” he laughs, and you can’t help the warmth that floods your cheeks. 

“I know it’s stupid. I know, but–”

Smiling – perfect, beautiful – Tooru pulls you into his arms. Takes a moment to admire your face. “Iwa already thinks you’re too good for me, Makki and Mattsun’ll like you just fine.”

He’s joking about the first part.

You’d been introduced to Tooru’s best and oldest friend only a few months after meeting, and had been pleasantly surprised at how well you’d gotten along with his ex-teammate. There’s no reason for your stomach to be fluttering the way that it is. You’re Tooru’s soulmate, you love him with everything you have. Whether or not they like you as a person, surely they’ll be able to appreciate that much. 

You don’t need them to love you or anything so dramatic, you just don’t want them to hate you. 

Initially, the plan was for the three of them – Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa – to meet you both at the airport, after over a full day’s worth of travelling, though, you managed to beg a nap and a long, hot shower from your boyfriend first.

Instead, the plan is now to meet them downtown for drinks, followed by dinner at some semi-famous hole in the wall ramen joint that Iwa and Makki, both having found a home in the bustling city, apparently swear by. Low key, casual, easy.

“Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?” Slowly, his gaze dips, surveying the little red number you’ve chosen for the night. A grin that’s not entirely innocent teases at his lips. “I love that dress on you.”

Oh, you’re well aware. 

Tooru was the one to buy it for you. Truthfully, you’ve always thought that the drab hue washes you out, yet whenever you wear it you’re rewarded with that slack jawed, smouldering expression that never fails to make your knees just a little weak.

It’s one hell of a confidence booster.

“Huh, I had no idea,” you cheekily reply, stretching up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips with a grin of your own. 

Rolling his eyes, he huffs a half hearted “Tease,” when you part, but laces his fingers back through yours all the same. Squeezes your hand reassuringly. “You know, it used to be an old tradition of ours. Ramen, I mean,” he elaborates at your confused expression. “I don’t even remember who started it, but whenever we lost a game, we’d go out for ramen and eat and eat and eat until we were ready to burst.”

He chuckles fondly at the memory, and it seems an odd thing to you. 

Then again, Tooru’s always had somewhat of an interesting relationship with defeat, that he’d continue to enjoy a food inextricably linked to that probably shouldn’t come as a surprise. 

“What about when you won?”

“Milk bread.” He says it with such solemnity that it takes you a second to realise he’s joking. You giggle, and Tooru’s thumb sweeps along the back of your palm, a pleased twinkle dancing in ash eyes. 

Lapsing into conversation over old volleyball habits and traditions, the two of you arrive at the bar in no time at all. Iwa’s settled into a booth up the back, another man, one you recognise from pictures of Tooru’s high school days, making his way over to the table with a bottle of sake and glasses in hand. 

“Ahh, the famous soulmate,” he grins, setting them down as the two of you make your way over. “This idiot doesn’t shut up about you. I’m Hanamaki– Makki, though, since we’re friends.” He winks and you can’t help but laugh in response, ignoring the indignant cry from Tooru. 

“It’s great to finally meet you guys.”

“Mattsun’s just–”

Over Makki’s shoulder, you spy him. Tall, dark haired and handsome, there’s no mistaking it. He’s busy shoving his keys and wallet into the pocket of his jeans when he looks over. Catches your eye.

And just like that day on the beach in Argentina, colour explodes. 

New and vibrant, so bright that it blinds, steals the breath right from your lungs. Hues you never knew existed – reds and pinks and yellows. Browns. Mixing in a vivid symphony that burns across your vision like a meteor.

Your dress and the TV screen playing behind the bar, the colour of Matsukawa’s shirt. 

This time there’s no pleasant, warm tingling feeling, there’s no giddy delight. You already have a soulmate, this has already happened once, it’s not supposed to happen again–

You can’t tear your eyes away from him. Can’t hear the shocked ‘holy fuck’ that falls from his lips over the roaring in your ears. 

You feel it, though. The body that stiffens beside yours. The sharp intake of breath that cuts like a guillotine.

It seems a cruel twist of fate that the first time you see your soulmate’s face in colour – true colour, eyes not the grey tint you’ve come to adore but lovely and deep and swimming in pain – he’s looking back at you as if you’ve ripped his still beating heart out of his chest and squeezed the life right out of it.

He blinks, and there’s nothing.

“Tooru–”

Shaking off Iwa’s hand, ignoring the broken syllables of his name as they fall from your lips, he walks out.

You don’t think, lurching to chase after him.  

Mattsun–

No. You can’t worry about him right now. 

Ducking and weaving your way through the crowded bar, you don’t realise that Matsukawa’s followed you until you burst out into the cool, autumn air and his voice cuts through the night.

“Hey just– just wait a sec, would you?”

His grip is iron as it closes around your wrist, softening – but not loosening – when you finally stop for him. His mouth opens. Close. Wide eyes searching yours. 

On the other side of the street, Tooru’s already climbing into a cab.

“I– I can’t, I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head. “I have to go.”

And he doesn’t fight it when you pull yourself free.

—

The lights are off when you get back to the hotel room. Tooru’s out on the balcony, staring blankly out over the twinkling city lights. He doesn’t so much as blink when you slide the door open to come out to join him. Doesn’t move as you press yourself against his back, arms encircling his waist.

“I didn’t know,” you mumble, “I didn’t realise it wasn’t… everything. You have to know that.”

He tenses beneath you, and you lay your cheek against his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

“I don’t care about any of it. I love you. You’re my soulmate.”

He’s silent for a long time. 

“… But it’s not enough, right? I’m not enough. Otherwise–” he breaks off with a humourless laugh and it guts you. “Otherwise you wouldn’t need another soulmate.”

Pulling him closer, you don’t fight the tears that spill from your lashes, dampening the back of his shirt. “I don’t want him, I don’t want anyone but you.”

—

You wake to the sound of voices, the door to the bedroom closed over. Tooru’s side of the bed is still warm, the sheets rumpled. Pausing only long enough to quickly throw on a robe, you open the door to carefully peer out. 

The scene that you’re greeted with isn’t the one you’re expecting, although all things considered perhaps it should’ve been. Tooru, still in his pyjamas, arms folded across his chest and scowling, Matsukawa standing opposite, glaring right back, looking every bit as exhausted as you feel. 

“She’s my soulmate, too. You can’t bury your head in the sand and pretend it didn’t happen, Oikawa. It’s a shitty fucking situation but it did!” He exhales heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. When he continues, his voice is quieter. A touch calmer. “Look, I’m not trying to steal her away from you, I’m asking for some time.”

You can see Tooru mulling over the request, the unhappy set of his jaw. Deep down, you recognise that what Matsukawa’s asking for isn’t unreasonable, and if the situations were reversed, you’d be pleading for the same.

So would Tooru – whether he’d admit it or not. 

But things aren’t that simple. They can’t be, not when you’ve already given everything to Tooru, built a life with him, planned your future with him. 

You never counted on another soulmate. You’re only ever supposed to have one.

(What kind of person does that make you, to not be satisfied with that?)

Rather than let Tooru speak for you – or maybe because you can’t bear the thought of what he might say in your stead – you decide to use that moment to make yourself known. Both heads snap towards you the second the door creaks open, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Neither speaks, though, as you walk to Tooru’s side, slip under the arm he offers. 

And god, the weight of your relief at that simple gesture nearly brings you to your knees. 

Meeting Matsukawa’s steady gaze, you swallow uncomfortably. “You’re right,” you tell him softly, hating yourself even as you speak the words that damn you both. “This isn’t a situation any of us want to be in. I’m sorry, really I am, but…”

“But you’re with him,” he finishes for you. 

Not angry or bitter, no, the inflection of his voice gives little insight into his true feelings on the matter. His expression, on the other hand – you recognise that look, it’s one you’ve seen countless times shining in Tooru’s eyes; a steadfast resolution.

A refusal to back down. 

“Okay, fine. You guys are together, I don’t care. I’m not here trying to get in the way of that.” His eyes flicker to Tooru’s, “You’re only in Tokyo for a few more days, right? Give me today, or– fuck, just give me a few hours. ”

If he were anyone else, you think, there’s no way Tooru would’ve let him through the door. Then again, if he were anyone else, this situation wouldn’t be what it is. 

He matters to Tooru, and so you can’t just shove him aside and pretend he doesn’t exist. Because you can’t shove him aside, you’ll inevitably end up hurting him – over and over and over again. You won’t ever be able to give him what he wants.

To be what he wants.

That’s all you’re supposed to get; one soulmate. One happily ever after. 

You sigh, “… I don’t–”

“All I’m asking for is a few hours before you disappear back to Argentina – as friends, that’s it.” He grins; a strained attempt to lighten the tension in the room. “You owe it to yourself, don’t you think?”

“As… friends,” you echo, a small crinkle appearing between your brows.

He nods. “Friends. If you’re sticking with this asshole, we’re gonna be in each other’s lives one way or another, right? Why make it awkward?”

At your side, Tooru remains unnaturally stiff. Silent. Frowning as he stares (would you go so far as to call it a glare?) not at you, but at Matsukawa.

Friend or not, you realise that he wants you to say no to him. 

This isn’t his decision to make, though, and so with a deep breath, you nod, forcing yourself to smile. 

“Okay, fine. As friends.”

—

“I love you,” you remind Tooru, raising yourself up on your toes to kiss him. 

His arms encircle your waist as they often do, a familiar smile teasing at his lips, “I know.”

It’s a shame then, that it doesn’t reach those lovely brown eyes of his. 

—

“So you never so much as suspected–?”

“No,” you reply. “It probably should’ve clicked, I guess; all the colours I thought were so dull and boring. Things that back then looked the same shade that shouldn't've, but I thought that was normal. I thought everyone saw the world like that.” You shrug haplessly, “And I was happy, so why would I think I was missing something?”

Perhaps it’s not the kindest thing to admit that out loud to Matsukawa. He had been the one to ask, though.

The two of you are settled on the couch in Hanamaki’s living room – his temporary residence while he’s staying in Tokyo – Tooru off being distracted by Makki and Iwa. 

To Matsukawa’s credit, he’s trying. No amount of awkwardly skirting the conversation can distract from the giant elephant in the room, though, and it’s hard on you both.

Because it isn’t difficult being with him. 

He’s funny, yes and undeniably handsome – maybe not in the way Tooru is, with his pretty features and big, brown eyes, but attractive all the same. The moment you relaxed and stopped worrying about what to say and how you were supposed to act around your not-soulmate soulmate, everything fell into place. It became easy to talk with him. To laugh and giggle at the stupid jokes.

Like breathing.

“Missing something, huh?” he grins, waggling his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Yet the grin remains. “Sure, ‘course I do.” Then, changing tracks before you can retort, he asks, “You hungry?”

You can pretend that you haven’t noticed the sky outside’s no longer pink and golden, sunset long since having come and gone. A few hours, that’s it, you’d promised Tooru, I’ll be back before dinner. 

Your fingers curl into the hem of your skirt, twisting.

“Actually, I should probably–”

Before you can rise, Matsukawa’s hand falls on your thigh, stopping you. “C’mon, stay. We’ll get takeout – there’s a pretty good dumpling place just down the road.” And, as if he knows full well exactly where your hesitation lies, he adds, “You’re already here, what’s the harm in another hour or two?”

You sigh, “Matsukawa–”

“He gets you for the rest of your lives, you can’t give me one dinner?” he interrupts.

His tone doesn’t betray any bitterness, still, the words hit you like a slap in the face, cold and biting.

He’s not lying. 

In a few days' time, you’ll board the flight home to Argentina with Tooru, and you know in your heart of hearts that it’s unlikely he’ll ever bring you back, not now.

… And yet a part of you wants to be here. The part that glows when you’re around him, the part of you that beats and lives and breathes solely for Matsukawa Issei. 

You can’t live a life split between two soulmates.

“Don’t pretend you don’t wanna stay,” he continues, watching your expression closely. “And stop with the Matsukawa bullshit.”

You arch a brow. Really, that’s what he’s concerned with right now? “You’d rather I call you Mattsun?”

Matsukawa chuckles, shaking his head. 

His hand still resting on your thigh, you hadn’t realised how close he was. Is. You can count every eyelash if the desire struck, your breath mingling with his in the few inches that separate you from him. 

You should push him away, you think distantly, but you don’t. 

“Nah,” his voice is deep; a soft, commanding rumble that sends heat flushing to your face, your heart trilling like a hummingbird’s. ”I want you to call me Issei.” 

Mouth suddenly dry, you manage to stutter out a breathy “O-okay,” much to his amusement.

It softens, though, shifts into an expression more contemplative as the seconds tick by and neither of you move. 

“… Stay,” he repeats. Gentler this time. 

He’s not just talking about dinner. 

“The dumplings are that good, huh?” 

Rather than take the weak rejection for what it is, Issei merely shrugs, settling back into the couch – finally putting some much needed space between you, “Company’s better.”

And he’s telling the truth – at least insofar as dinner’s concerned. 

An hour later finds you knocking his chopsticks out of the way to steal the last perfect, delicious pork gyoza for yourself, “Snooze ya lose,” you laugh between bites. 

“Greedy.”

You grin wider. “For dumplings? Absolutely.”

Tooru would’ve pouted, jokingly accusing you of loving food more than you loved him. 

Issei, on the other hand, snorts.

“Yeah, well I can work with greedy,” and then there’s a warm, calloused palm cupping your cheek and he’s kissing you.

For a split second – a heartbeat – you lose yourself in it. The way his mouth moves against yours, the roughness of fingertips grazing your skin, his tongue in your mouth – the taste of him. 

Issei kisses you like salvation itself lies between your lips, and for a split second (no more than a heartbeat) you kiss him back.

And then realisation sets in – ice dousing your system, shocking you back to reality. You break away with a gasp, physically shoving him back.

“What the hell are you doing?” you hiss. 

There’s a flicker of something dangerously close to hurt in his eyes, but it’s gone in the blink of an eye. “I would’ve thought that was pretty obvious,” he drawls back. 

“I told you I’m with Tooru! This,” you gesture between the two of you, “can’t happen. I told you that!”

The muscle in his jaw clenches. “So what? ‘Cause he’s the one to find you first, he gets to keep you all to himself, and fuck everybody else?”

“You’re making it sound like this is something we chose!” you snap. “I committed to Tooru, we have a life together. I live on another continent for god’s sake! I thought you understood that…”

That’s what you’d both agreed; friends, nothing more. You couldn’t ever be anything more. 

The silence between you is heavy. Uncomfortable. Eventually, Mattsun sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“That’s how it is, then; he gets you for the rest of your lives and I get left with nothing?” 

The comment doesn’t sit well with you – you’re not some prize that either one of them gets to keep. Yet recognising that he's more than justified in being upset over the situation and, more importantly, that calling him out on it serves neither of you, you shove your indignation aside. 

“Depends on whether you think having a friendship is nothing.”

He doesn’t have an answer for that, jaw working as he glares a hole into the wall over your shoulder. 

Sensing that there’s no salvaging the night, you stand, making the few short steps to the table where you dumped your purse on your way in – far from blind to the eyes that follow your every move. 

“I think I should go.”

If anything, Matsukawa looks even less happy with that, but he rises to his feet and nods stiffly all the same. “Yeah, okay. I’ll drive you.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I can find my own way back.”

—

Your boyfriend smells of sake when he returns, winding his arms around you to pull you close, pressing kisses to your cheek. If Tooru notices the salty dampness beneath his lips, he doesn’t pass comment. “Missed you. Thought you were comin’ home for dinner,” he murmurs, his tone carrying a bitter edge the alcohol can’t mask. 

“I’m sorry,” the words come robotically. 

Hoarse. 

And then, without warning, you shatter. Sobbing, heaving for each and every breath as your legs give way beneath you. Only Tooru’s arms, strong and lithe, tightening around your middle keep you from falling. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cry. 

Sorry for staying out later than you’d promised.

Sorry for kissing Matsukawa.

Sorry for hurting him. 

Sorry for causing this whole stupid mess in the first place.

The two of you sink to the floor, Tooru clutching you tight. Frantic touches, hasty words spoken between kisses, he tries – and fails – to bring you back from the brink. Back to him.

It’s white noise, all of it.  

Something inside of you is breaking, fracturing into tiny pieces you‘re not sure you’ll ever be able to put back together and mend, and it hurts. 

Oh god, it hurts.

—

The two of you fly home the following afternoon. 

Tooru makes up some excuse about Coach calling him back last minute for pre-season preparations. He tells you to pack your suitcase with a peck to your cheek – and you do.

What other choice is there?

Matsukawa’s there to see you both off – along with Makki and Iwa – though he barely speaks more than a few words to his old friend. Instead, he stares until you disappear beyond the gate, arms folded across his broad chest, expression inscrutable.

And it feels as if you’re leaving behind some vital piece of yourself. 

Jet engines roar and Tokyo becomes nothing more than glittering lights out your window. In the seat beside you, Tooru smiles, lacing your fingers with his. 

“I love you,” he reminds you.

—

Months pass. 

You… adjust. 

It’s not easy – on either of you – but you make it work. Tooru was your entire world before, he’s your entire world now; that’s all there needs to be to it. 

And if you notice how he hovers, how lately you seem to spend less time out with your friends and more alone with him, how the sex is different, and sometimes you wake up to find him staring, only for him to smile and sweetly kiss you good morning, you push those thoughts aside.

You’re both trying, and that’s what matters. 

Then, late one afternoon, a knock sounds at your door. Assuming that it’s Tooru and he’s left his keys at home (again), you leap to throw it open and welcome him home – not bothering to pause and check the peephole. 

Only it isn’t Tooru.

Matsukawa stands on the other side, a backpack hanging off one shoulder, shadowy circles beneath tired eyes. Eyes that snap to the hand you have resting on the doorframe and narrow.

More specifically, to the ring that catches the golden rays of the afternoon sun; glittering and pretty and expensive looking.

Your heart thuds unevenly.

Twisting your arm to shove it behind your back – and out of his sight – you swallow, “Tooru isn’t here,” you tell him. 

As if that’s why he’s at your door, having travelled halfway around the world after months of complete radio silence between you; to visit his friend.

(As if you aren’t distinctly aware that he and Tooru barely speak any more.)

Matsukawa ignores it entirely. 

“You said yes.”

A statement, not a question. 

You know what he’s referring to, of course. While you’d kept fairly quiet regarding your engagement, at least insofar as your social media was concerned, Tooru had practically screamed it from the mountain tops.

Post after post, pictures of the two of you looking loved up and blissfully happy, of the ring. Bringing it up in interviews and post match press spots. You would’ve been more surprised to learn Matsukawa hadn’t heard about it. 

Not that that does anything to assuage the guilt currently eating its way through your insides. 

“I did.”

His throat bobs, eyes narrowing.

Your mouth opens, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re supposed to say to him. Do you try to justify it? Apologise? He can’t be that surprised, you told him that you were with Tooru, committed to him – surely he knew that this was coming. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Matsukawa drops his bag, licks his lips–

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking mine, too.”

– and shoves his way inside. One large hand curls around your neck, the other pulling you flush against his front. Kissing you like his life depends on it.

He’s big enough – strong enough – to lift you up, his arm slipping beneath your ass to anchor you, marching the two of you further inside. And unlike last time, he doesn’t give you the chance to protest or break away. The fists that beat against his chest ignored, every muffled cry lost to his lips and tongue.

It’s desperate and angry, bordering on painful, and when he drops you on your bed – the one you share with Tooru – he’s panting. 

He watches you with a razor sharp intensity, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, seemingly waiting for you to make the next move. To run. Slap him. Grab him by the collar and kiss him back, twice as hard.

Like he’s giving you the chance to make this choice with him – a knife to your throat, the two of you dancing on the precipice. 

And for the first time since you met him and that precious, devastating bond snapped into place, you feel a distinct twist of fear. Oily and insidious, it creeps like vines across your chest, cruel thorns ripping into flesh, tearing at your vital organs as it constricts. Strangles.

The Matsukawa staring back at you; you don’t recognise him.

But surely… surely he wouldn’t go so far as to hurt you, right? He might be upset – angry, even – but if you can talk him down from… whatever this is, everything’ll be fine. He’ll stop if you ask him to, won’t he?

Because Mattsun can’t… he wouldn’t–

You don’t dare finish the thought. 

Sucking down a gulp of air, you curl your fingers into the soft sheets beneath you – if only so he won’t see how badly they’re trembling. He’s upset, but he won’t hurt you.

He won’t hurt you.

Repeating it like a silent mantra, you breathe again, and in the calmest voice you can muster, call his name.

“Issei.”

He groans appreciatively, eyes briefly rolling shut as he presses closer. With his body wedged between your thighs, it’s impossible not to notice the growing bulge beneath his jeans. Your stomach flips; is he seriously getting a hard-on from this? 

Towering over you, he takes your face in his hands – each palm nearly swallowing your cheeks – and tilts it upwards. “Yeah?”

Your skin prickles, goosebumps rising. 

“Issei, you’re scaring me,” you whisper, desperately searching his face for any semblance of understanding. Regret. Remorse. Shame.

Anything.

You come away empty.

“I don’t want this.”

And you wonder whether he can feel your racing pulse beneath his fingertips, the shiver that wracks your body when he strokes the delicate skin. 

“We don’t always get what we want.”

You rear back like you’ve been slapped, but he’s already pushing your shoulders down to the mattress, climbing on up after you. “But ‘m gonna show you you fucking need me.”

“Matsu–”

“Issei,” he growls, and attacks your lips once more.

 You’re squirming, legs kicking out ineffectually, and the pink cotton of your sundress gives all too easily under his rough, greedy touch. 

Your bra follows suit, torn down the middle and cast aside, Matsukawa’s mouth tearing away from your lips to suck and lave at your breasts. His tongue swirls around the soft mounds, licking and mouthing til you gasp and keen and your nipples stiffen into pretty peaks for his teeth to nip none too gently at.

“Issei, please!” 

There’s marks there already, bruises and hickeys in mottled shades of red, burgundy and yellow. Possessive, adoring marks left by Tooru’s mouth – marks that he’s now trying his utmost to overwrite. 

And while his face is buried in your chest, his hands wander down the span of your waist, holding you down yes, but squeezing and groping, exploring the bared flesh beneath the tattered remains of your dress. 

Matsukawa’s impatient. His movements rushed, an urgency edging every touch. Is he worried about Tooru coming home, you wonder, or simply fed up with waiting for what he believes himself entitled to?

Your stomach turns at the thought.

That he’s spent days thinking about this, planning it. Did your refusal ever factor in? Or in this make believe world of his, were you always willing to throw your relationship with Tooru away and cheat without a second thought?

When those rough, calloused fingertips rub along the seat of your panties and he groans against your tits, deep and satisfied, tears spring to your eyes. You don’t bother to try keeping them at bay – if your pleas weren’t enough to sway him to stop, you can’t imagine the sight of you crying will move him any differently. 

Yet he does notice them, dark eyes dilating at the sight, his mouth – preoccupied still with your breasts – curling into a smirk despite himself. 

He’s enjoying this, you realise sickly.

Spurred on by the tears spilling from your lashes, thick fingers push aside the seat of your panties, swiping at your folds. They come away glistening, and you want nothing more than for the ground beneath you to open up and swallow you whole. 

Finally parting from your chest, he sucks the digits into mouth, simmering eyes burning a hole into you, savouring the sweet taste of your cunt. And as if your humiliation – your heartbreak – is not enough already, he takes them from his lips and drags them down your stomach, leaving a lewd trail of saliva and slick in his path. Your hysteria builds when they reach your underwear once more, but Matsukawa hushes you.

“Trust me,” he murmurs lowly, his voice more a growl than anything else, “you want me to do this. Gonna hurt you otherwise.”

Yet he doesn’t look nearly as put out by the prospect as he should be. 

“Please, please Issei, I don’t–”

He kisses you again, muffling your protests with his tongue as his fingers, pointer and middle, force their way into your sex. 

And oh god, oh god, it’s not that the thickness isn’t anything you haven’t taken before, only that you’re not prepared, and it stings as your cunt stretches around the sudden intrusion.

It’s graceless, the way that he curls the digits, fucking them into you. 

Graceless, but effective. With every squelching prod, the walls of your pussy relax a little more, a whisper of pleasure taking the place of pain. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to pretend that it’s Tooru touching you, kissing you. Fighting him off when he’s so much bigger and stronger than you might be an exercise in futility, but maybe you can get through this if you imagine it’s him. If you pretend that this is an act of love and not a violation of your body and trust. 

It’s Tooru who’s doing this.

Tooru who loves you, who wouldn’t so much as dream of hurting you. 

It’s Tooru.

It’s Tooru.

… It’s all wrong, though. Your body knows it. Tooru isn’t rough, but coaxing. He likes to use his mouth as well, talented tongue teasing at your clit while his fingers seek out your g-spot to bring you to a shaking, shuddering orgasm. Usually, the first of many. 

He talks, too, whispering absolute filth into your ear, laughing when you whine and beg – he loves it when you beg for him.

Tooru likes to take his sweet time. 

Matsukawa, on the other hand, waits only long enough for your body to stop outwardly resisting him before he breaks from you with a heavy exhale. “Fuck.”

You keep your eyes shut as he sheds his clothes – first his jacket and then the shirt beneath. The clinking of his belt buckle brings a fresh wave of sickening fear, and he rolls off of you only long enough to kick his jeans off and into some corner of your bedroom along with the rest of his clothes.

His nose nudges at your neck as he climbs back over you, broad hands pushing your thighs apart to settle in between.

And still you don’t look.

Can’t bear to.

“I forgive you,” he mutters, hot breath tickling uncomfortably at your skin. 

He says it like an oath, absolution for the wrongs that pale in comparison to the act he’s about to commit, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip, drawing blood. “I love you, even when you’re being stubborn and fucking difficult.” You hear him shifting above you, a quiet, shuddering grunt as the blunt head of his cock slides along the outside of your wet pussy. “But I’m not gonna let you keep running away.” The tip brushes against your clit, and your hips jerk in response, drawing a sharp hiss from the dark haired man. “You’re mine, too,” he growls. “…Look at me.”

Childishly, you ignore the request. Why should you humour him when he’s about to violate you in your own bed.

“Look at me,” he repeats, his voice deepening. 

When it becomes clear that you have no intention of complying, he makes an exasperated noise, like you’re the one acting out. 

“I love you.” With neither gentleness nor care, the mushroom shaped head of his cock spears into your wet cunt – and your eyes fly open regardless, a strangled scream ripping its way free from your lungs. 

No amount of prep would make this any easier to take. His cock is thick, throbbing as it splits you in two. It’s only the hand he has braced on your hip that keeps you from scrambling back, forcing you to take it as Matsukawa feeds it in, inch by inch. 

And it’s only the tip.

Tooru’s by no means small, and yet Matsukawa puts his dick to shame. The sheer girth of it has your eyes watering, heart rate picking up. Even his balls, hanging beneath the thick, veined monstrosity that is his cock, lie heavy and full. There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to take all of him, not unless he plans on rearranging your insides!

He has the nerve to grin and chuckle, “Told you you’d need the prep.”

There’s no disassociating this time. No fantasy you can conjure up to pretend this is anything other than what it is. His cock rocks inside of you, twitching and eager, and through the breath-taking haze of pain and discomfort, a thread of pleasant heat coils inside of you.

Traitorous. 

Wanting.

Once upon a time, you imagined how this might go. 

If things were different, and you’d met him before Tooru. You’d lain back on this very bed, your fingers dipping between your thighs as you’d shamelessly imagined how he’d take you the first time. How he’d start off gentle, not wanting to scare you with his size, taking it slow to ease you onto his cock, praising you ‘til you were a flushing, panting mess beneath him.

And then, when he was sure you were adjusted and ready to take more, when you were almost mad with want, he’d hold you down, grin that wicked, irresistible grin of his, and fuck you like there’d be no tomorrow.

Maybe this is retribution, you think, another pained noise slipping out as you stretch impossibly around him. For wanting. For being greedy.

Why wasn’t Tooru enough?

Already, you’re stuffed too full. There’s no room left but he keeps going. All you can think about is the pain between your legs, the heat of him, radiating with each pulse of his dick, your cervix crying out as his cock bullies its way forward despite the barrier.

Finally, he bottoms out, his head falling back with a deep, throaty curse. 

You can’t think. Can’t move.

Can barely breathe. 

Pain, pain, pain–

and pleasure, curled up in one. 

And Matsukawa opens his eyes to find yours. There’s no words, only a maddening lust that bleeds over his features. In one fell swoop, he’s looming over you again, a muscular arm sweeping under your back to lift you from the bed, crushing you to his front. He draws his hips back, ignoring the way you wince and whimper at the sting, and with that same awful grin, slams them forward once more, stuffing himself balls deep to the sound of your choked cries.

He fucks you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Uncaring about the tears that spill down your cheeks (or perhaps urged on by them), Matsukawa presses hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, your jaw, moaning your name in between vicious, pistoning thrusts. With one hand braced against the mattress, his pace is relentless.

A bead of sweat runs from his temple down to his chin, dripping onto your skin before rolling to the sheets beneath you. Your own hair is matted to your damp forehead, your body running hot, burning under the heat of him. He’s everywhere. It’s all you can do to grasp at the broad planes of his back, fingernails sinking in, scratching him while he takes his pleasure with little care for your own. 

“Is-sei” you gasp – a plea.

One he ignores.

Another guttural groan, and he shifts – flipping you over, lifting your hips, “C’mon, up on your knees for me, ah, good girl.”

Your top half falls back to the mattress, Matsukawa squeezing your waist. He gives you only a moment, no more than a second, to brace yourself before he resumes that brutal pace. And when his cock slides into your aching pussy, instead of a wail, this time you moan, wanton and whorish, a zing of pleasure surging from your core.

A slap rings through the room, the flesh of your ass stinging even as his palm rubs soothingly at the abused flesh. 

“That good, huh, baby?” he laughs. “Knew you’d come around.”

The punch of his cock robs you of any indignation. Every noise dragged from your lips sings with reluctant pleasure, a chorus to accompany the lewd slaps of flesh, Matsukawa’s grunts, both of your panting breaths. 

And the tears spill quicker, wetting the pillow you’ve dragged beneath your face. Clutching at it like a lifeline. 

You hate him. 

Hate him, even as your hips rise and roll back into his, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

Matsukawa lowers his chest to your back, sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Another mark, another claim, your spine arches and Issei’s grip tightens. No longer does he pull out completely, choosing instead short, rabbiting thrusts that burn and ache and have the warm, velvety walls of your pussy fluttering and clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he curses again, picking up the pace. “Fuck.”

Like wildfire, it consumes you. His lips dragging along your back, the heat of his body sliding against yours. Most of all, that awful, addictive feeling of fullness, his cock pumping your guts. The rippling shockwaves that have your toes curling, your body crying out for more, more, more.

You hate it, you hate him and you hate yourself more than either of those things, but none of that matters when Issei roars your name, fingers sinking into the fat of your hips as hot, viscous cum spurts from his cock into the warmth of your pussy. 

And you unravel completely.

—

The cherry red tip of his cigarette glows in the dying light of the afternoon as he takes a long, slow drag. 

Issei holds you to him, a muscular arm draped over your shoulder, keeping you nestled into his side. In all honesty, though, you haven’t made much of an effort to slip away.

Where would you go? You can’t leave. You can’t pretend that it didn’t happen – not when your body is littered with undeniable proof that it did. 

You can’t outrun him.

Or Tooru, once he finds out.

His cum hasn’t yet dried from your thighs, your cheeks shining with tears that spill silently, and Issei hums contentedly, exhaling a breath of smoke. Idle fingers trace lazily at your arm, he takes another drag.

Distantly, you recognise the sound of your front door opening, your name being called and the soft tread of footsteps approaching. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, but Issei has no such compulsion as your soulmate stops dead in his tracks at the open doorway. 

Exhales again, smoke billowing from curling lips. 

“Captain.”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑 Being Seijoh's Manager 👑

🏐Miss Manager Plays Volleyball🏐

*not me using any excuse to use all the Seijoh gifs

Seijoh 4/ Aoba Joshai Team x Female Manager/Volleyball Player

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This is a request from @foxysdump!

The undeniable talent you hold YN

Not only are you freaking awesome in every single way possible

But now you play volleyball too 😱

Seriously tho, how cool!

Let's just say you are the captain of the Aoba Joshai's Girls Volleyball team 🙌🏻

The Queen of the Court?

Nah we wouldn't want to impose on Oiks

But seriously, everyone knows who you are 😍

Everyone adores you

You are smart, kind, funny and an amazing team leader

You are friends with everyone in school

Including the Seijoh 4 ✌🏻

Well mostly Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun

A certain SOMEONE 👀 gets a bit jealous of you

I wouldn't whom ever that could be 🤪

NE WAYS, you hang out with our favorite dream team often

So when Iwaizumi brings up that the team needs help to prepare for fall prelims, you happily offer your assistance 😊

They immediately take it

Iwaizumi because he knows how helpful you will be

And Makki/Mattsun because they know it will grind Oikawa's gears 😅

So when you show up before everyone else and start setting up, it's not a surprise

I mean you are driven

ITS ABOUT DRIVE, ITS ABOUT POWER

God someone take tik tok away from me 😃

Back on track

Ok so you are setting up when a certain someone just happens to be walling through

You 👉🏻 😇🙋‍♀️

Makki/Mattsun 👉🏻😗 🎶

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😐😑

The rest of Seijoh 👉🏻🍿🧎‍♂️🧎

Oikawa 👉🏻😳🤨

Mans is going through denial

"What is she doing here?"- jerky-kawa

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😠👊🏻

"IWA-CHAN" 😭😭😭

"I invited her Shittykawa so be nice!"

Honestly you don't know what just happened

It kind of feels like a fever dream 😅

This team gives me whiplash

Anyways, Oikawa will stare glare at you the entire time

You've done nothing wrong

You help Yahaba with his form

Kindaichi and Mattsun with their read blocking

Even Mad Dog is listening to you 😲

Makki and Kunimi are laughing with you about a meme

Meanwhile Oikawa is off sulking

Like come on YN, you really think you could just waltz into HIS practice

We need a plan 📕

What's one thing Oiks loves more that Milk Bread?

Praise 👏🏻

We will win him over

So when Iwaizumi asks you to set for him, you glance to Oikawa

"Hey Toru-"

That's good YN, using first names is good 👍🏻

"Do you think you could show me how Iwaizumi likes his spikes? I mean you really are the expert"

Like you could have just asked Iwa YN

He's right there like 🧍‍♂️

But it's a process, trust is

"Pff, I suppose"

Stage 1 is complete 🏆

Next we include him

I have a great idea 💡

Let's have a practice match!

Team Oikawa vs Team YN 👏🏻

Battle of the captains!

Oikawa happily agrees

Mattsun and Makki are stunned 😲

Iwaizumi is rolling his eyes 🙄

You choose teams

Everyone wanted to be on Team YN

This made Oikawa SO mad 😅

You get Makki, Maddog, Yahaba, Mattsun and Watari

Solid Team YN, solid 👌🏻

Of course Oiks is up to serve first

His serve blasts past you

No chance anyone could get that rocket 🚀

It's fine, we use the opportunities we are given

"OMG TORU THAT WAS AMAZING! CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO DO THAT?"

Remember how Noya responded to Oiks serve in season 2

Give us that energy YN 👏🏻

"Well I mean I can try"- Oiks

He starting to come around YN

The nail in the coffin comes during the second set

Of course, you are graced with one of Oikawa's beautiful setter dumps

God we all love to see them 🙏🏻

"Holy CRAP! That was so perfect Toru! I'm so bad at dumps! I'd love to learn from a pro like you"

Lay it on thicc YN

Don't worry we forgive you 😘

Oikawas is just like

"👁👄👁 ummm yeah I guess that was pretty great. I mean people expect greatness from me!"

Barf 🤮🤮🤮

Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki are all rolling their eyes 🙄🙄🙄

But Toru is now completely team YN 👏🏻

"Iwa-chan, why didn't you being YN earlier to our practice? It's clear she can use all the help I have to offer"

You have to push Oiks out of the way before he gets a concussion YN 🙅

Kindaichi is holding Iwa back again

Makki and Mattsun are laughing 😂

Kunimi is totally recording the whole thing 🤳🏻

Oiks has his hand around your shoulders

He's planning bestie dates for after practice

What did you expect YN 😘

[lunaevangeline]

Wrong Size

warning: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, suggestive

You love the breeze when you do a morning jog. The 7 am sun is not too fierce, friendly enough to keep your body warm. And the birds chirping as they fly freely to the blue sky sounds relaxing.

You can feel your heart thumping, pumping more blood. It sends electricity to your fingertip and supplies more oxygen to your cells. And as the endorphins release, your body feels relaxed and exhilarated.

But today doesn't seem really good. You don't find the same excitement - instead, you breathe in desperately, your lungs screaming for more oxygen. Your eyes wince in pain as you try to keep your breath steady.

"Hey, you okay?" Iwa asks in concern to which you answered with a simple nod and a barely audible yes.

You refuse to give up, it's only a halfway to your usual distance target. You keep going and take several pushes on your ankle. But as you continue to jog, the pain intensifies with tightness in your chest - you're out of breath. You slow down your pace before finally start walking.

"Haji, you can go first. I will catch you up later."

You say incoherently, still catching out a breath. Your hands are placed on your hip for support.

But he doesn't go anywhere. Slowing down his pace, he jogs side-by-side with you.

"Let's just go home, you don't seem well."

"I'm sorry Haji, maybe I haven't got used to our morning jog," you send him a wry smile.

As you come back home, you take off your t-shirt, looking at your figure in front of the mirror. You stare there, finally finding the culprit that tortured you for the past hour.

You extend your arm to your back, trying to reach out for the clasp, only to get help from a bigger callous hand. Though the pain stays, you finally feel free as you hear an unclasp sound - the piece of fabric hanging loosely, still covering your mounds from the front side.

He frowns. "Why didn't you wear a sports bra?"

"I run out of stocks. It's still in my laundry piles," you pout.

The worst thing is you were wearing a piece from two years ago - you should've just thrown it away since the size doesn't fit you anymore.

"Besides-"

"Don't forget that you broke two of my sets!" you pinch his cheeks which only makes him let out a careless chortle.

You remember the last time he rampaged on the innocent fabric, ended up tearing the piece, and involuntary bent the hook.

Iwaizumi smiles cheekily, arms wrapping your waist as he buries his face on the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll make sure to buy you a new one plus a bonus set of black lingerie."

His alluring voice sends you a shiver since he breathes over your sensitive skin. But instead, you rolled your eyes and snorted.

"It's not my necessity, it's your wants."

He let out a low chuckle as a yes. Suddenly placing his sturdy arm behind your knees and others to support your back, he picks you up in a bridal style.

"But Princess, we have to clean up ourselves first before getting you the new pairs of underwear."

You really want to protest, but Hajime always knows how to shut your mouth.

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[hottieshawtty]

Pairing: Toru Oikawa x reader

Genre: Slight angst with a happy ending

Warnings: none

He remembers..

He still remembers when you both were little kids when you would force him and Iwaizumi to play house games with you. Where he would play the role of your servant and Iwa playing as your partner. He remembers how you would laugh imagining living in a bungalow with riches of every kind when in reality you would be in his home playing under a pillow house, but he was content with just having this friendship with you and Iwaizumi.

He remembers every single time that you canceled your plans because of him. Whether it be for attending his volleyball matches or holding study nights to help him study. He knows that if it weren't for you he would've never passed a single test in his life and he is grateful for it.

He remembers all the times he has nagged you asking for that girl's number or preferences over matter. Going on dates almost every week and then coming back to you complaining about her but what he failed to ask was for your preferences on his action that was clearly making you sad which he failed to notice as well.

He remembers how you were there for him when Aoba Johsai firstly lost to Shiratorizawa holding him like a baby, when he was crying in humiliation and you were encouraging him while your own tears were threatening to fall.

He remembers when you were also there when they lost to Kurasono. When he locked himself in his room refusing to come out but you visited him every day to talk to him. When he did come out he was greeted with the sight of you wrapped in a blanket peacefully sleeping against the wall with a pack of milk bread in your hands. The sight itself was enough for him to fall in love.

He remembers when he finally confessed to you, which came out of the blue. You happened to be going to a date night to move on from your one-sided love and he just happened to know (more like Matsukawa told him)

Preventing you from going on the date he held you and told you about his feelings and when you told him the feeling was mutual, you two had your first kiss. Though you scolded him why he chose to confess at the last moment the poor date

He remembers how you reacted when he told you about him going to Argentina for volleyball, how you gave him a smile through your tears. Even if the long distance was full of hardships, you two still fought through it. You two were the "they're still together?" couple which he was proud of.

He remembers how much you've taught him through the years. How you were still with him even after his fame, how you moved to Argentina for him, how you trusted him even with fan girls fawning over him. All the nights you spent sleeping with him not being home, all of the sacrifices you made for him.

He still remembers your promise to each other to stay together forever which you guys made when you both were kids which 'then' had no worth nor sense but you always fulfilled your side of the promise,

He remembers the silver diamond ring laying in the red velvet box in his safe for you because just like you, he also intends on fulfilling his side of the promise as well.

_________________________________________

[iwaoiness]

Nicknames

—; they are the kind of people who meet each other and make love a work of art. 

There is only one thing that makes the great Oikawa Tooru (29), new setter of the Tachibana Red Falcons and still the starter setter for the Argentine National Volleyball Team, really nervous. And not those nerves that make him contemplate murder as the only solution (like when Ushiwaka changed his stupid you should have come to Shiratorizawa to you should have come to the Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team), but those nerves that make him too shy, like a teenager who just got his first kiss from his crush.

And that thing is the English nicknames he gets from Iwaizumi.

Sometimes it's sweetheart or baby, especially when Hajime greets him or asks what he wants for dinner or lunch.

Sometimes it's my life, especially when he's had a horrible day and needs Iwa-chan's arms to hide in.

Sometimes it's my love, especially when Hajime's proud of him.

Sometimes it is my beloved or my soulmate, especially when Hajime talks about him to other people.

Sometimes it's babe or my pretty boy, especially when they get lost in the bed sheets.

Sometimes it's darling, especially in the early mornings when Hajime is tremendously clingy.

Sometimes it's angel, especially when Tooru wears his best outfits for their romantic dates.

And there are also nicknames that are definitely not cute patootie at all, but Iwaizumi manages to sweeten them in a way that makes Tooru want to grab a pillow and cover his face with it as he kicks like a schoolgirl. And maybe it's probably because of Iwa-chan’s deep, too-hot-for-this-world voice when he says dumbass or fucking brat or the way he laughs between Shitykawa or Sillykawa or how Oikawa knows that behind every bastard or dickhead there's no annoyance or anger.

But if there is one nickname (even if it is not a nickname per se) that makes Oikawa melt to the ground and feel not butterflies in his stomach but real woodpeckers, it is Tooru. Because Hajime savours every kanji, imbues it with pure tenderness and love, especially when he accompanies it with I love you so much or you're my half or save that damn milk bread for tomorrow or I won't buy you any more until the next fucking year even if he has a new packet in the kitchen the next morning.

For Iwaizumi, Oikawa is a myriad of the cutest (and not really cutest) nicknames in the world.

And for Tooru, so is Hajime, sometimes in Spanish (especially mi amor, mi vida, mi sol, mi hombre, cariño, bebé, mi rey, cielo, tesoro, chiquito) and sometimes in Japanese (especially Iwa-chan).

[soranihimawari]

Love Me…?

Pairing: timeskip!oikawa x reader (yn-san)

Word count: 2.8K

Rating: OTF [[oikawa tooru fluff]] (no angst!)

Warnings: allusions to sex, not explicit nsfw// makeout scene?

Notes: what a fun time to write for Oiks.

Seven dates in the span of six months. Seven dates spanning three time zones outside of your hometown one; three of those dates were on approved leave in your home city; two of those dates were done via FaceTime; one was for Christmas; and the last one? The airport. Not necessarily in that order, but alas, here we are. Well, we, as in you and Oikawa Tooru—established two time Olympic medalist, three time world champion, and two time MVP of loving you. The first time was a practice run to get his fans in high school to turn down their fawning over him; the second one is still being worked on as you speak. He doesn’t tell you he’s at the airport waiting to board the next flight home, so you keep it brief, making a mention of the event the JVA is hosting a month from now. 

You pick him up at the airport a little after three in the morning, stiffing a yawn while you’re standing at the arrivals gate. You’re wearing comfier clothing, ie just yoga pants, sneakers, and an old high school music club shirt. Curls that bounce with every step is soon seen grazing atop peoples heads. 

“Mí amor!” 

The nickname sticks for what seems to be years, yet you never tie listening to him call you that. Bicoastal love had always been easy with Oikawa, who the moment he spots you, runs to you—burying his face in your neck, he smiles at you when you cup his face and look directly in his eyes.

“Hi,” you whisper against his lips. “Welcome home.”

Throughout this off season break, you and your lover(?) spend time together: you visit his hometown, passing his old high school. You stop by the fence leading to the track, he points out the gym building not too far around the corner.

“Three years here and not once did I make it to nationals,” he smugly says. 

You raise an eyebrow at him before tilting your head back to look at the building.

“But that was small time,” you tease. “You’re an international sports Olympian now.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “Damn right. And I have you, something an eighteen year old me didn’t know I needed.”

His arms wraps around your shoulders, guiding you to walk back a familiar path to an arcade he mentions he still has the hi-score in: “It was two against two, me and Iwa-chan versus Mattsun and Makki.”

“Oh?” you try to hide your smile while peeking inside at a particular cabinet game.

“Mmhm, but we won because the timer was running out on the Marvel vs Capcom 3 fight,” Oikawa says. He puffs his chest out when you say you think you could have easily defeated his ‘top-score,’ only for you to be dragged inside by him. He had a bold, competitive look in his eye: “Prove it princessa.”

“You’re on Oikawa Tooru!” 

Three hours and after many tokens were spent, you’re sitting next to him at the combini window, facing the street. Your open box of meat buns and milk bread is laid out between you both. He’s got such a sour face on, it amuses you so. You lean your head against his arm, politely pushing a piece of the milk break up to his pursed, pouting lips.

“Grew up with five cousins who loved video games my ass,” he grumbles when he playfully nips the tips of your fingers.

“Oi!” you roll your eyes at his comment, but shake your head when he presses kisses against your open palm. You’re sure he’s completely smitten with you. Even the following night when you’re out with his old teammates and kouhai, they ask him a bunch of questions like, ‘how long have you two been a thing?’ and ‘yn-san’s cute.’ Oikawa hugs you closer to him while you take a swig of your pint of beer.

“Yn’s mine, get your own!” he blurts. 

“So spoiled,” you murmur into your glass. 

Iwazumi stands to the right of his best friend who chuckles at your statement.

“But it’s been the happiest we’ve seen him since he moved,” the friend shared a secret with you.

You hum a “me too,” back to iwazumi who just nods.

When the appetitzers hit the bar high top table, you take it upon yourself to share the karrage chicken and umeboshi bought. These five guys surrounding you and Oikawa Tooru realize you’re going to be around for a while with the way the newly naturalized Argentinian steals glances at you. His eyes are only ever for you, suffice to say those old girlfriends from high school never stood a chance. Later on, right before parting ways, you excuse yourself from the group allowing for the guys to grill their old friend and former captain.

“You’ve been seeing yn for how long?” Mattsun asks. His pint is almost empty as well.

“Since last December, why?” Oikawa answers.

“Because we’ve only met them like three times and,” Iwazumi smirks. “You’re falling harder every minute you spend together.”

“...” Oikawa doesn’t scowl nor does he nod. His expression is hard to read, until Makki and Yahaba point out the distinct blushing glow under his cheekbones. Mattsun is apparently seen slipping both Iwazumi and Kyoutani a few yen notes. Kyoutani, who had arrived late, had witnessed how easily it is to call out his captain’s emotions for years, says something a bit poetic and profound:

“Never thought you’d find true love, huh?” the punk fashioned boy says with a glint in his eye. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oikawa presses for an explanation.

“Y’don’t meet people with as much patience like them every day,” Kyoutani expands upon his answer. “You’ve been traveling the world, Oikawa, so yn having patience and diligence to wait for you to come back is astounding.”

Iwazumi nods, yet Yahaba hints at what or who has Kyoutani, the once Mad Dog, wrapped up in a sea of rose colored lenses. 

“It’s that new nurse on the team, ain’t it?”

“Shut yer trap,” Kyoutani growls.

OIkawa raises his brows before laughing at the banter shifting focus away from him and you and now all questions and exclamations are sent toward the outside hitter.

By the time you return from the bathroom, you hear the guys now grill the blonde about the new work crush. Looking at the group of them, finally settling on checking out your partner, you smile to yourself uttering a, ‘they really are a rather eclectic bunch.’

Toward the end of the week, as you are putting on the finishing touches to your outfit for the announcement dinner at the JVA, your boyfriend (officially, now you love to add), leans against the bathroom awning. Your hair is tied in a cascading braid and the pants suit you wear is highly accentuating every dip and curve of your body; those same dips and curves hid bruised skin from a few hours ago where promises of being in love were whispered against them. Being in love with love was what you coined Oikawa’s bright cinnamon colored eyes reflect when looking at you–”I can hear you undressing me, ‘Ru.”

“Can you blame me?” his hands rest at your hips, turning you around to peck your lips. Your hands press against his chest prior to looping around his neck. 

“You’re staring,” you smirk up at him. He chuckles, curling a finger to caress your cheek. You make a mention of the time as the car his contact in the JVA sent  is being pulled around the corner. 

The dinner goes well. You make your way in the social circles with Oikawa leading the way–you meet formidable players and even two other setters who try to one up Oikawa to get under his skin. Iwazumi was thankfully in attendance to drag Oikawa away before he made the front papers after insulting the blonde standing across from you. He introduces himself as Miya Atsumu and the red-head next to him is Hinata Shoyo. 

“You two seem chummy,” you nod between the pair. 

“Yep, we’re on the same team,” Hinata points to Miya. “He’s a setter too.”

The blonde nods with a devilish smile. “Can’t believe ah get to play with Oikawa, not against.”

“Oh? I take it you’re still sore about the medal match a few years ago?” you can see the irkmark forming on his brow. Just in case Oikawa was the only one Miya had to worry about, Iwazumi had passed by with another helping of drinks to give to Oikawa (who was talking to other players from various clubs), Iwazumi halted for a second. Did he hear you right? Oh, oh these two for sure are a match made in hell sent to torment me, Iwazumi thought before trudging toward where his best friend was.

“Obviously,” Miya says with an air of finality. If he were still six, you’d think he’d stick his tongue out at you like on the playground.

Hinata, though, chuckles a bit nervously before switching subjects. “So, how did you and the Grand King get together?”

“Funny you should ask,” you teasingly bite your lip before glancing at where Iwazumi had taken your boyfriend. “I had to upgrade my ticket at the airport because my connecting flight was canceled. We were seat mates.”

The three of you continued to talk together, eventually exchanging numbers with the promise of tickets for the next home game the MSBY would have. Miya is a bit of a brat, but he does have a sense of humor when he openly says he’d like to see how many service aces he can do compared to Oikawa (who humbly accepts the challenge one practice before the match). Hinata, on the other hand, is a ball of sunshine that must be protected, your brain reasons. Essentially you follow both of their careers starting then. Oikawa a few minutes later rejoins your side whining about how the two of them had more time with you than he did. 

“I blame Iwa-chan,” he complains. 

“Don’t worry,” you hold his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “I’ll only have eyes for you.”

Racing, that was what your words did to his heart. It’s at a marathon runner’s pace right now, did you know how dangerous that is for a very passionate man like OIkawa? 

“You’re going to drive me insane,” he says loud enough for you to hear when he leans down. 

“Am I really?” you flirt back, lifting his hand to place around your waist.

Suffice to say, when you wake up the following morning, you’re in his unbuttoned dress shirt from the event. There is a dull ache between your legs, but it was worth sleeping in a bit. Not that it hasn’t been a while since the last time, but knowing how much you care seemed to have put you both in a flirtatious mood. Perhaps the promise of making you truly his exclusively in the future had you nod affectionately trying to stifle a moan of his name between your teeth. His mouth pressed hot kisses down your throat, discarding extra linens so you could only grab on to him when he picks you up to settle your self on his lap. His hair is damp with a light sheen on sweat and you once envision a play ground crown on his head. Being in love with you had him in a chokehold and he nearly growls a praise in your ear as you lose yourself via letting go of all your inhibitions when you lean back, a wicked smile on your face as lets you ride him through your high.

“Shh,” he says, wiping away your excess glossy tears. “I’ve got you.”

Pulling you back into him, he brushes your hair aside, saying how one day you won’t need to take your pill nor will he be buying any more contraceptives. The thought of running around a home with one (?) or two(?) kids seemed like a possibility with him. You laugh, agreeing he’s worth sharing the future with. Both of you keep at it until he hoists you up to escort a very worn, yet satisfied you to the tub. You’re listening to him hum melodies of songs he’s heard abroad and in your drowsy state, you rest your chin against the lip of the tub. The warm water splashes behind you when he joins you, dropping a sea breeze bath bomb for you both to enjoy. He’s holding a necklace he gifted to you ages ago in his hand and as you lean back into him, you hear the clasp close. Uttering a thanks, you tell him you love him and he too returns your confession in the warmth of his embrace.

Hours later, Oikawa’s bare chest stares back at you when you blink awake. The remnants of last night are seen on the love bites on the side of his neck as you push a bit away from him. He groans before his hands wrap around you again pulling you half-way across his body. You’re trying so hard not to laugh in case your boyfriend below you has very ticklish abs. You hug him, pressing an ear against his sternum, allowing his steady beating heart to lull you back to sleep. When you wake up again, you’re surprised to be sitting upright, almost straddling the athlete. You don’t have an opportunity to apologize because he keeps you steady against him.

“Easy there darling,” his voice is a bit groggy; hair disheveled, but he readjusts his position, almost teasing you by rocking his hips to help you adjust yourself. You’re chest to chest now, slowly blinking up at him, a tender hello greets your lips as his trace over yours lightly. The sun stays hidden behind the curtains as you come to terms with being exclusively his. Your shirt in a series of smooth moments, is rolled off one shoulder of yours as his mouth travels to kiss the sweet skin there. You push him more into your shoulder, whispering words of affection. His hands grip the fabric again, a worried look hovers heavily on his brow; he was cleared ages ago to play at this match, even going so far as to pack extra knee supports. This afternoon was a self-practice kind of day before the official ones began tomorrow morning.

“Everything will be alright,” you say when he expresses his nerves about his knee’s condition. “Take it easy before you head out. You’ve got this, Toorū.”

“Ok,” he says before kissing your cheek once more. His smile presses against yours.

Two years. You had been dating happily for two years. Media outlets has been reporting on your relationship after every game your boyfriend has. Sure, there had been rumors about Oikawa still being a playboy lover while abroad, but you are always reassured by staff and public relations managers alike, he still only has eyes for you. You’re quoted by the athlete that you are the thing he looks forward to the most when he returns from any game. There is a sign he makes after the games during interviews (a sigil for crown), the cameras make a note to always showcase it in the highlight reel. Many fans on the Argentine social media account have varying ideas as to who the crown is for (after someone finally traces it in realtime on their live-youtube feed). 

Two years (not counting the first series of seven dates), Iwazumi receives a call. You’re asleep in the hotel room after surprising your boyfriend at the abroad location for his next game. His teammates knew you were flying in close to the end of their practice, and without saying anything their co-captain’s wife said she had to run off to do something real quick (pick you up). Suffice to say, once your luggage was brought up by hotel staff, you waited with her while the team was walking through the lobby. Oikawa shrieks picking you up in his arms twirling you around. The players just laugh at their setter’s reaction to seeing a loved one. Surely, there were two days after the game scheduled for downtime, much of which would be discussed later on after dinner. Your feet touch the ground and though Oikawa doesn’t let go, he laughs when his team behind him yells various versions of, “have fun guys!” and “don’t stay up too late!”

The line rings until Iwazumi groggily answers the phone.

“Shittykawa, it’s three a.m.,” he grumbles.

“I’m gonna marry yn,” Oikawa blurts out, a puff of air before chuckling into the receiver is heard. For this, Iwazumi sits up, joining in the laughter. 

“What brought this on?”

Oikawa switches to facetime for a moment to show his best friend your sleeping figure atop the mattress in the hotel (jet lag was the worst on this trip). You’re breathing deeply, turning over, nose scrunching, running a hand over the empty sheet.

“Finally,” Iwazumi explains in his one worded answer, how everyone since the first time they met you, were playing the waiting game. “Looks like you got some shopping to do, buddy.”

“Yeah, yeah I do. Later,” Oikawa says, hanging up the line. He walks back to the bedroom, laying himself down next to you. The next instance your hand moves, Oikawa takes it in his and presses it against his chest prior to drifting to sleep.

Three months of browsing, finding out your ring size thanks to a very supportive co-worker, you’re standing face to face in a rented out planetarium. The stars are projected above you both. You’re dressed casually in ballet flats and a simple belted dress; he’s in a business casual style, slacks and an ivory top. A unique date idea is all you’re given to as a hint. In the wings of the auditorium there stands your cousins and the alums from Seijoh. 

“Tooru,” your voice grounds him before you see his feet shift a little to stand at his full height. For once you seemed a bit small, but not by much. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” he tilts his head a bit before your hand turns his head to face you. 

“You’re acting strange, hun,” your finger rubs against his jawline, a look of poignant concern, but he kisses your palm, inhaling deeply. 

“Yn, babe,” he sputters a bit, shaking out the last bit of nerves. The ring in his pants pocket presses against his thigh when you kiss the corner of his mouth. You smile when he seems back to his normal self. His next words seem to catch you off guard when he holds your hands. It’s now or never Oikawa decides.

"Every time I think of the future, I've got you right beside me. And I never questioned that, not once,” Oikawa starts. 

“Mmhm,” you’re grinning like it’s one of the most natural things to do when you’re with him.

“Maybe I've been in love with you this whole time, and I'm sorry it took me this long to figure it out,” he goes on, chuckling with you when you say seven dates isn’t that long. Oikawa waits for you to blink away as you hear him move a little bit before calling your name to turn your attention back toward him. A shadow of a ring is projected against the wall and you nod excitedly. A rushed whispered yell of “yes! of course!” is said before you’re pulling him to stand reaching for his lips as his fingers place the jewelry on your finger. He looks like he’s about to cry and if he does, you wipe his joyous tears away with a flick of your wrist. Oikawa hides his face against your neck before peppering your face with short kisses, causing you to giggle a bit saying there will be time for that later before saying something a bit profound:

“We have the rest of our lives to figure out how much I love you too,” you tell him with a look in his eyes.

To him, you couldn’t be more radiant than the upclose shot of Saturn’s rings. Truly, the ring now resting against your knuckle shines when a few familiar faces approach you both extending heartfelt congratulations. 

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Oikawa Tooru's significant other.

Imagine standing among the player bench, the way your stomach twist in discomfort as your felt your heart drop as you heard a loud and deafening whistling indicating the match has ended. Auba Johsai lost to Karasuno.

Imagine the lost of words, the way words were stuck on your throat as the players, including your boyfriend have gone back into the bench. And yet as your (eye color) iris met those amber ones of his, he just have you a smile yet apologetic glaze, as if he was sorry for losing, sending a painful squeeze in your heart.

Imagine being there, inside the gymnasium as he said his thank you to the rest of you 3rd years. You were there as the rest of you all started crying upon his words. You having to lean up on his back as you cried silently like the rest of team, gently clenching on the hem of his jacket.

Imagine as the three of you walked home in silence, having to grow up in the same neighborhood as the two, being childhood friends with them along the way. You stand in between of them like usual, holding hands with your boyfriend. And in the middle of that silence, they had a talk.

"-but I'll still give my all to defeat you." "Bring it on." Then their eyes set upon your figure in the middle of them. That causes you to blink. "Now, which side are you on?" As the two look at you demanding for an answer, you chuckle. "Sorry Hajime, I'll stay by this stupid guy's side" "HEY-"

Imagine waiting for him outside the office of José Blanco, once in a while anxiously glancing on your watch, hoping his talk with his biggest inspiration in volleyball goes well. He have been inside for a while now.

Imagine the relief on your face when he comes out in what it seems to you was a good mood. The smile on your face couldn't help but to feel a squeeze his heart as he have made up his mind.

"I-.." He seems hesitant as he set his uneaten milk bread down, unable to look at you. "I?" You repeated, taking a piece of your dessert in your mouth. "I'm planning to go overseas after graduating.. Argentina." He said, finally looking at you.

Imagine him feeling nervous as he finally said the words he have made up his mind to. He wants you to be the first person to know his next step, at the same time he was afraid of what could possibly happened to your relationship. He was afraid you won't understand, but you do.

"I like that, you should go." "Yeah of course you don't- whattt?" He looked at you eyes wide. You end up rolling your eyes at him as you take a slice of dessert at trust it to his mouth to shut him up.

"Look here babe, you can do whatever you want. Go overseas if that's what it takes for you to reach your goals, I'll always be here to support you." You smile at him, wiping off the crumbs on the side of his mouth.

Imagine how much of a relief he felt when he heard you said those words, the laugh of relief that he did afterwards. He swore to himself he just fell in love deeper once again to you.

Imagine as spending the rest of his days in japan going on dates, Iwaizumi once in awhile tagging along you two as the third wheel like he always does, probably half of his life. Spending the rest of his days in japan with you, Iwa-chan and the rest of the gang.

Imagine on the day of his departure, you stand in front of him as he bid his goodbye to others and now that it comes to you, this damn boyfriend of yours just won't let you go as he hug you.

"Tooru.. Babe, you're going to be late." "Just a little more.." He spoke on your neck. "Damn. I should have made you come with me." He joked and you gently push him away from you. "Alright, alright I know. I'm talking to my parents about it, I'll probably come after you in a month or two." You said with a sigh, done with his whines.

Imagine the shock look on his face, his mouth opening and close like a fish. Iwaizumi on the side face palming at both of you before giving Oikawa a push.

"Wait! You are for real (First name)?!" He asked, shocked. "Yeah, I've thought about it. I want to be with you while you make your goals, I'll do the same. With you by my side." You chuckle, kissing him in the lips before pushing him lightly. "Now go. You're going to be late for real babe."

Imagine a month after that, there he stands at the airport in Argentina. Ready to welcome you upon your arrival. It didn't took him that long to spot you upon your arrival nor did you not notice him waiting for you. So it didn't took you too long to launch yourself at him, a smile on your face as he hugged you tight.

"I'm here now." "Hmmm." You smell like home.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

[kagehinafromtheconcrete]

wholesome headcanons (oikawa edition ft. iwaizumi)

in honor of oikawa tooru's birthday (7/20) i'm doing another round of wholesome headcanons, this time specifically for our favorite ✨ sassy jellybean pretty boi ✨ i've got a request in my ask box for kagehina headcanons so that'll be next!! <333

despite having a huge fanbase in & outside of his school, oikawa is an absolute bi disaster

he gets flustered really easily (you can't tell me he didn't have some kind of bi panic when he first met suga)

oikawa has a pretty solid skincare routine and if he doesn't do it every day he gets self-conscious; it's such a good routine that ppl approach him to ask what his secret is for his clear skin

iwaizumi was there for all the experimenting and also follows a similar skincare routine, at first to show his support but then he admires the difference in how his skin feels so he continues to follow it

for all of his insults and teasing, oikawa doesn't actually hate kageyama—more like he sees him as an annoying little brother

this means that if someone hurts kageyama and he finds out abt it, there will be hell to pay

oikawa is very flexible with the concept of gender & sexuality and has no problem supporting any of his teammates or fellow classmates

imagine there's a non-binary kid in his class and that kid gets bullied for their form(s) of self-expression? disaster bi oikawa to the rescue

oikawa gets cold easily and so he's drawn to warm things (i.e. hot chocolate, sweaters, blankets, heaters/furnaces, iwa-chan)

oikawa is easily bribed/cheered up with the promise of milk bread

oikawa keeps up with the sci-fi subgenres of alien invasion/conspiracy & space opera and could write entire essays on the proof of aliens and it's just really endearing to hear him talk about it cos he's got that level of passion that rivals his love for volleyball

he's really good at calming people down when they're in a state of panic or distress

oikawa is perpetually sleep-deprived due to staying up late practicing, watching movies/anime/youtube/vb game recordings, studying, etc., and so sometimes he dozes off during the day and if that happens around any of the team, they get respectfully quiet

one time ushijima bluntly agreed that oikawa is attractive around other ppl, including oikawa ("yes, why wouldn't he know he's attractive? he owns a mirror" - a snippet of dialogue from @thursday-26, posted with permission) and oikawa was so surprised he couldn't do anything but stare and blush like the disaster he is

oikawa still has the little plushie takeru gave him when takeru was like, 3 or 4

sometimes oikawa watches the sunset and sends the pics he takes to iwaizumi, mattsun, and/or makki

that's it for now!! <33 happy birthday, oikawa. you deserved to go to nationals.

seijou edition // karasuno edition

requests?

[taro-im]

Hi Lovely! Congratulations on 100+ followers!!! YOU DESERVE ALL OF THEM PLUS A BAJILLION MORE <3 YOUR WRITING IS *chef's kiss! This is my first time requesting, so feel free to ignore if it's not done properly or if you just dont wanna do it! I love your "when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you" angst to fluff, so if you could do more of those with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, or whoever else you fancy! I will read all of your work no matter what!

tysm, it means a lot to me😳💕💕💕💕 I’m honored that you think my writing is good😳

ofc I’ll do both!!!!!! :) Kuroo’s part will come out soon!

when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you…

Iwaizumi:

you liked everything about him, his laugh, his dark hazel eyes, his persona, your feelings for him evolved in third year and Oikawa noticed both of his best friends acted strange so he tried to pull something

“Iwa chan” the brunette said “what is it trashykawa?” Iwaizumi said “ouch that’s mean Iwa, anyways how are you and y/n chan?” Oikawa said with a smuggish smile “what do you mean y/n and me?” He said cheeks stained pink “I mean when are you going to ask her out?” He said sighing “what do you mean I don’t like her like that” Iwa said annoyed “Iwa I dare you to ask out y/n” the annoying brunette said “why would I do that?” The confused boy said “If you don’t do it I’ll send those messages you said about y/n” Oikawa said teasing him “alright fine I’ll do it Shittykawa” Iwaizumi said getting out of the classroom heart pounding, Oikawa shocked that he would go that far to keep what he said about you a secret

Iwaizumi was now the first time overwhelmed…. One time in the middle of the night Oikawa and him made a group chat and forgot that you were in it and Iwaizumi started venting to Oikawa about reasons why he likes you… yeah in this situation the both of them were idiots, before you could see the text messages they kicked you out of the group chat, you were angry for a week but they made up to you and Oikawa swore to secrecy but guess what the secret might be revealed today

Today was the day before spring break after school , Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you were at a cafe buying pastries, “Kawa your buying way too much milk bread ” you said teasingly “there’s no such thing as not enough milk bread y/n” he said raising a brow, both laughing while you were trying to find your favorite pastry “here y/n I got you the last one” Iwaizumi said avoiding eye contact “thanks haji” you said face reddening, the three of you sat at one of the tables about to order your drinks,

“Iwa nows your time” Oikawa whispered leaving the table to buy the drinks “dammit” he muttered looking at you scrolling thru your phone “hey y/n” he said clearing his throat “um yeah?” You said a little unaware “I need to tell you something” he said not looking you in the eyes “yeah sure” you said hiding your nervousness “I like you y/n” the shy brunette said slightly loud looking you in the eyes face red “y-you do?” you said blushing “you really do? I like yo-“you said gettin cut off by Iwaizumi, he knew he couldn’t do this to you, and one day he will truthfully confess to you, just not now… “sorry y/n I can’t do this” he said avoiding your gaze “what do you mean Haji?” You said heart throbbing slightly in pain knowing somethings up “I-it was a dare from Oikawa I’m sorry for doing that to you” he said trying to touch your shoulder but you jerked away from his hold, you pretended there was a message on your phone and said “ah sorry Hajime san, my dad just texted me he told me to come home now, something important” you said trying to hide your teary voice “wa-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence and you already left with your things “I’m backkk with the drinkkssss” Oikawa said in a cheery voice only to see that you left and Iwaizumi’s face full of guilt ���now what happened?” Both boys looking at each other

Finally you got two weeks for you to avoid Iwaizumi and Oikawa from hanging out with you, tears ran down your puffy eyes thinking about how of course he wasn’t going to like you like how you like him, While Iwaizumi was trying to contact you but you wouldn’t reply or answer poor dence boy was anxious and wasn’t able to sleep, Oikawa didn’t know Iwaizumi was that bad with girls so he decided to fix it himself by coming to your house

it was the second week of you ghosting both of your friends, today Oikawa dragged broken-hearted Iwaizumi with him to your house but the catch is for Iwaizumi to wait outside while Oikawa will settle things because Iwaizumi might mess it up

“Hey y/n channn” your unexpected guess Oikawa came into your room “what are you doing here” you said avoiding eye contact “why haven’t you answered my texts?” He said pretending not to know why “I just didn’t feel like it” you sighed “look if it’s about Iwa chan he didn’t mean what he said” Oikawa said in a positive tone “you don’t have to rub it in I know he doesn’t like me” you said heart hurting more not understanding what he meant “nonono I’m talking about the dare, he does like you!” He said worried “that’s not funny I know it was a dare from you” you said in the verge of tears glaring at him “no y/n… I thought if I gave him a little push he would of actually confess to you but that didn’t happen” he said trying to not cause anything else bad to happen “look… remember that day we kicked you out of the group chat?” Well here these were the messages”

You took his phone and read the messages from that day, it was just Iwaizumi talking about how much he liked you, there were so many messages…. So he does like you? “so y/n do you believe me now?” He said raising a brow “shut up that still doesn’t mean I forgive him or you” you said face red “he’s been waiting outside if you want to talk to him” Oikawa said getting back his phone

You went outside of your house and saw Iwaizumi standing out there pacing back and forth not even noticing you “hey Iwa” you said trying to act normal “oh hey y/n!” He said startled “so um why are you here?” You said avoiding his gaze “I just want to say sorry again…” he said “you know I expected Tooru doing that but not you doing that”,,,, “I know… but I really do like you, y/n I’ve really liked you for a long time I just didn’t have the guts to tell you ” he said looking into your e/c eyes “I accept that apology and I like you too Haji” you said with a smile “you really do?” Iwaizumi sighing with relief “yeah of course I do” you said both of your faces red while Oikawa was looking thru your bedroom window enjoying the show, Iwaizumi and you went back to your house now officially dating

“Hey Haji, Oikawa showed me those messages” you said with a devilish smile “he did? Shittykawa I’m going to beat your ass!” The man said angry try to catch Oikawa, while Oikawa was running for dear life