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stargazing | oikawa tooru x reader

Title: Stargazing Fandom: Haikyuu!! Character: Oikawa Tooru Genre: Fluff? Extra Notes: Once again... wrote when i was #goin thru exam season. mess. hate exams. cross posted from dA, originally written in 2017. formatting issues maybe.

The night sky was awake, staring down on the earth and shrouding it with a warm cloak of darkness. The sun had long ago crept behind the staggering horizon that stood far beyond them. The skies had long since transitioned between colours, colouring the skies with mellow pumpkin shades that bled into blushing pinks, then royal purples had begun to dominate the sky.

Thus, the night had once again reclaimed its throne, reigning over the Earth as it slept, safeguarding it from the glaring heat of the sun for but a few hours like a doting parent watching over a child as it slept.

Yet not the entire  country over which the night had taken up residence had subjected itself to sleep. This time ruling over the skies of the Miyagi prefecture, in Japan, the moon was casting a luminescent glow down on the ground that should’ve lulled them to sleep. Yet with every passing moment, every tick of the clock that reminded that dawn was crawling toward them slowly, they only lay evermore awake.

A sigh escaping from your lips, your eyes flitted to the window once more. You knew, really, that it was time to be asleep. Yet there was an irrefragable force that pulled at your mind, coaxing your soul away from the utopian land of your dreams and leading you blindly towards the confliction of your mind as you stared awake.

Two o’clock, and your mind was yet again battling in a war that had gone on for far too long.

One that had been the causation of the dark circles imprinted underneath your eyes and the halfway-there dazed look that always lived in your eyes, even when you were focusing so intently.

“Are you okay?”

“Is everything okay?”

“What’s up?”

Casually spoken words that you’d answer with a lie, a lie that was easier to you than breathing. Just simple syllables that would pass your lips, masking your emotions with an opaque, thick wall that was impenetrable.

Two o’clock, and your mind was treading water in inky liquids that were threatening to drag you under the surface. Threatening to fully submerge you into the freezing, murky waters. Trap you underneath the heavy surface and anchor you to the bottom of what seemed to be an endless pit.

Helplessly treading water; too afraid to yell out for a hand to grasp your’s and secure your safety.

And it was at times like these, when the earth as you knew it had come to an absolute standstill, when the conflict worsened. A conflict that could seemingly only ever soothe once your eyes made contact with the dozens of constellations that decorated the night’s sky with a shimmering, ethereal glisten that lasted but a few hours before fading back; retreating, blending into the dawn’s skies once more.

With a leaden heart, you threw back your sheets, gingerly laying a foot on the floor as though testing foreign waters before they fully connected with the ground. Feet that were softer than felt on the floorboards padded over to the curtained windows, and delicate hands pulled them curtains away, allowing a river of moonlight to stream in through the window. The breathing was caught in your throat once more - this ephemeral beauty that your eyes could behold every night for as long as your heart beated would never once grow old.

Even though the moon was as ancient as anything you could comprehend, it never gave up in its impressiveness. Never once.

And for a while, you were content, cheeks resting in your palms as your face fell into a serene smile that was illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. For a while, you forgot about the conflict, as though the scenery had been enough to fog over the draconian thoughts that taunted your soul.

Then, something snagged your attention. Through your peripheral vision, you could make out a vague silhouette; a male stood underneath a lone streetlight. He was clad head-to-toe in thick clothing to prevent the cold from digging deep into his body, his hair a mass of cowlicked curls that flew off his hair in amber-chocolate soft wisps. He wasn’t doing much, one hand shoved into the pocket of his coat whereas the other held a mobile - the only other source of light sans for the moonlight and streetlight that he was stood under.

But there was something about him that tugged at your memory. A drifting thought that you knew him, the mysterious boy that was out strolling in the early hours of the morning before the sun had dared rise.

There was something about the casual way he stood, the angle of his head as he surveyed the mobile held in his hands and the way his hair sat atop his head. Something in you wanted to pause time, to zoom in on the boy if only to quell the unwavering curiosity that was poking away at your thoughts. Though in a way, this sudden curiosity was something of a blessing in disguise; another layer that masked the conflict in your mind.

In the space of not even thirty seconds, he’d pocketed the phone, his keen eyes searching the vicinity before he went to start off on his walking once more. After a brief scan, he seemed satisfied, and once again went to walk again. But then keen eyes whipped around once more, and for a brief second you felt your heart plummet into oblivion. You could’ve sworn he was staring into your soul, dissecting every thought you were having at that very moment, pinning you to that place alone with his liquid cocoa stare.

He could’ve been anyone, you noted warily. Anyone in the world. A thief, a murderer, perhaps an arsonist. Hell, he could’ve been anyone in the entire world, and he’d noticed that you’d been looking at him. He’d noticed, before walking off at a brisk pace, retracting his phone from his pocket once more. His facial expression unreadable from your distance, you only hoped he hadn’t spied your curious (E/C) eyes despite looking in your direction twice.

You jerked into movement, every nerve awakening at once with a jittering tremor throughout your body as your phone vibrated with a notification.

Shaking hands reaching to it, your arms enclosed around the phone and watched the screen brighten up with a wary, cautious eye. Had he somehow found your number? Was he a stalker? What was he doing, walking around at this time?

1 New Message from: Tooru

Your nerves visibly eased at the name that was displayed on your screen, and you clicked onto the notification to read the message.

Tooru: [02:14] (Y/N)-chan, what are you doing awake at this time?

You: [02:14] … how do you know I’m awake?;;

Tooru: [02:14] Educated guess from my usual neighbourhood stroll^^

You: [02:15] Wait that was you?

Tooru: [02:15] Yep!!^^ Did you wake up to watch my beautiful figure pass by your house?

You: [02:16] Ok first of all, why were you walking around at 2am do you know how dangerous that is tooru???? Second of all, what beauty Third of all, the moon is especially beautiful tonight.

Tooru: [02:16] I agree! The moon is gorgeous~ Next time you’re awake, you should text me. We could go watch the sky at night sometime~

You: [02:17] Hahah no thanks Tooru, why are you walking around at this time, though??

Tooru: [02:18] The moon is especially beautiful tonight, as you said. We should stargaze. Sometime. After exams. Maybe. Sleep well, (Y/N)-chan!

You frowned at his answer, beating around the bush through his round-about way of inviting you on a date. Yet you said nothing in return sans for a quick goodnight message, shutting off your phone entirely before returning your focus yet again to the masterpiece that was laid out in the skies above you. A massive, open canvas of endless blues and sparkling whites.

Stargazing with Tooru… a small smile graced your features as you watched the scene above you.

Perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea.

[hq-cuties]

hello! could you write something fluffy about oikawa and how his gf is a first year college student and the libero for her volleyball team so she’s short but a year older than him?xx

Yes I can! I’ve always thought of Oikawa as someone who’d date someone older than him, so I love this request! This was honestly so fun to write, and I hope you like it as much as I do

                                                        sunrise

    You place your chin into your hand as your elbow rests on the class table. Your foot taps anxiously against the cement floors while you wait for the instructor to end his lecture. He finally releases everyone, and you stand, pulling your stuff off the table and into your bag.

    You take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through the spam messages that your boyfriend had been sending you throughout class. It’s a Monday, so he had no practice, and was apparently very bored when his school day ended.

    [Tooru~]

    (y/n)!!!! get out of class :((((

    I have a surprise~~~~

    You smile down at your phone before texting him back.

    Class just ended, love, what do you need?

    (y/n)! guess what!

    Hmmmm you’re bored?

    well, yes, but that’s not it! I’m at your school

    What??

    I don’t have practice today and you have that important game, so I came here. just come outside!!!

   Omw, stay at the front gates.

    yes ma’am

    You shove your phone back in your pocket and sigh. You told him a few days ago that your volleyball team had a match against your rival school today, but you didn’t think he would go this far to see it. Most matches are televised, so he typically watched those and called you afterwards.

    Walking up to the front gates of the university, you see his form leaning against a building. He turns and smiles at you, and you jog over to give him a hug. His chin rests on your head as he drapes his arms around your shoulders.

    “Ah~ I forgot how short you are (y/n)..”

    “You say that every time you see me,” you mumble, and he laughs brightly. You smile at the sound of his laugh- you haven’t heard it in real life in a while.

   The two of you walk back to the gym, as a warm-up practice was starting soon. He slips his hand into yours and you squeeze it lightly. Although he makes jokes, he loved your shorter stature. You both arrive at the changing room doors, but you stop before pulling the handle and notice a small note taped to it.

    “The game was cancelled due to a scheduling error, and practice was cancelled as well. Get some rest, we will start up again tomorrow at the regular time.

     -Captain Haruka”

    You sigh dramatically before turning to Oikawa, “I’m sorry, Tooru..” you squeeze his hand, and he tilts his head slightly.

    “For what?”

    “You came down here to watch my game and now there’s no game to watch,”

    “First off, that’s not your fault, and secondly, that just means we can go back to your apartment and watch movies,” he laughs, pulling you back towards the gates. You smile back at him as the two of you walk together.

    You unlock the door of your apartment and allow Oikawa inside. He immediately goes to your bed and flops into it before reaching for the remote. You sit down next to him, and he wraps his arms around your waist.

   “See, this is so much better than that volleyball game,” he mumbles, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You laugh at him and wipe your face with your sleeve before laying down and pulling the covers over the two of you.

   “Yes, it is.” You turn over to kiss him, and he returns it sweetly. You both lie there and watch dumb movies for hours, wrapped up in each others arms. His soft scent envelops you, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist lulls you into sleep. He smiles down at your sleeping figure before doing the same.

    You wake up slowly, still wrapped in his arms, and notice the time. The sun had now begun to set, and an orange-pink glow fills the room. The TV has been paused with the message “Are you still watching” covering the screen, and you lean over to power it off.

    Flipping over, you see Oikawa sleeping soundly beside you. You smile softly at his relaxed face, and pull yourself closer to him. He shifts and hums as you kiss his forehead.

    “Go back to sleep..” he mumbles, still half asleep. You laugh quietly as you run your fingers through his tousled hair.

   “Don’t you need to get home soon? It’s getting late.” You continue to massage his scalp and he groans before responding.

   “I’ll call my parents later and say the train is shut down or something..” his eyes remain closed, and you sigh at his words. You kiss his cheek softly, right next to his lips, and slide your hand from his hair to the side of his neck.

   “Fine by me,” you hum, closing your eyes once again. You feel his hand grip yours and his lips as they softly kiss your knuckles.

   “I love you, (y/n),” he whispers quietly, his lips still against your hand. You shift closer to him, pulling his arms around your body, and fit your head into the crook of his neck.

   “I love you too, Tooru.”