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Adoration

Oikawa Tooru x reader, light angst

My first post on here, but it's one of my older works! I hope you all enjoy! Comments are always welcome! MDNI!

Adoration: fervent and devoted love. That’s what the basis of the relationship was, it was purely adoration. No matter the time nor the distance that the couple spent apart, the love was always there, even if it hurt to be away from the other, but that’s how it worked for them.

Tooru opened the door to the winter home that the couple was sharing for the seasonal break, desperate for any time together. The house was dark and quiet, as if no one was in the house before he got there, but Tooru knew where his partner would be. He knew her like the back of his hand.

He wandered down the hallway, checking each area that had a window and a windowsill large enough for her body to curl up against. A smile played on his lips as he could picture her right now, curled up on the windowsill, her hair framing her face, a sweater hanging off one shoulder, her eyes focused on something that had caught her attention outside. That was her. That was his girl.

He finally made it to the last room that had a window, the master bedroom. There she was, sitting on the cushioned windowsill exactly how he had imagined her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, pleased to have finally found his love.

“Hey,” his warm voice echoed through the quiet room, earning a glance from her beautiful orbs.

“You’re back.”

He took tentative steps towards her, not wanting to startle her. Oh man, when was the last time he got to inhale her scent? They must have been apart for months on end. It hurt her and it hurt him, but two very different jobs didn’t allow the young couple much time.

“Of course. I’m sorry to make you wait for me thought.” He stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder, while the other was in her hair.

“It’s no issue, Tooru. I’m just glad you’re back.” She leaned her head back into his firm and toned stomach.

She had been sick for the past few months, needing to sleep more frequently than she went to work, resulting in her income freezing. Tooru had to send money just to keep her housed and fed, which the chocolate haired man had no hesitations in doing. His profession, volleyball, kept him away from her more than he liked. Yes, volleyball was his first love, but the woman in front of him was able to fill an emptiness that even volleyball could not fill.

Tooru picked up the woman in his arms and hugged her body close to his. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands searching for purchase as she was lifted as though she weighed nothing. Tooru took the girl outside to the snow-covered, vegetation-filled backyard and sat with her on the patio.

“How’s work been?” she asked softly.

“It’s nothing without you there with me,” Oikawa said, a sigh leaving his lips.

He never set her down, making the woman curl up in his lap. He needed this, not only for himself but for her. If he was able to improve her health, even in the slightest, by holding her, he would do it. A shaky hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt as her face made room for itself in the crook of his neck, her skin burning against hers.

Tooru frowned. It looked like his hugs weren’t as helpful after all. Time for the next idea.

He caught her chin, making her look up at him before kissing the sickly woman. Red tinted her cheeks, and she snuggled into his warm body, craving the heat that just radiated from him. Nothing made her happier than to be with Tooru. He knew that she didn’t have much time until her health took a turn for the worse, and honestly, he didn’t know if she would recover again. That thought wasn’t important now, not to him anyways. The pair knew that each time they saw each other, it would probably be the last, but the stress of the illness never stopped the love they had for each other. Their relationship was simple yet complex at the same time. It was the embodiment of undeniably devoted love.

This was true adoration, and that’s all that mattered.

[haikyuuorhaiku2]

Adoration

Oikawa Tooru x reader, light angst

My first post on here, but it's one of my older works! I hope you all enjoy! Comments are always welcome! MDNI!

Adoration: fervent and devoted love. That’s what the basis of the relationship was, it was purely adoration. No matter the time nor the distance that the couple spent apart, the love was always there, even if it hurt to be away from the other, but that’s how it worked for them.

Tooru opened the door to the winter home that the couple was sharing for the seasonal break, desperate for any time together. The house was dark and quiet, as if no one was in the house before he got there, but Tooru knew where his partner would be. He knew her like the back of his hand.

He wandered down the hallway, checking each area that had a window and a windowsill large enough for her body to curl up against. A smile played on his lips as he could picture her right now, curled up on the windowsill, her hair framing her face, a sweater hanging off one shoulder, her eyes focused on something that had caught her attention outside. That was her. That was his girl.

He finally made it to the last room that had a window, the master bedroom. There she was, sitting on the cushioned windowsill exactly how he had imagined her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, pleased to have finally found his love.

“Hey,” his warm voice echoed through the quiet room, earning a glance from her beautiful orbs.

“You’re back.”

He took tentative steps towards her, not wanting to startle her. Oh man, when was the last time he got to inhale her scent? They must have been apart for months on end. It hurt her and it hurt him, but two very different jobs didn’t allow the young couple much time.

“Of course. I’m sorry to make you wait for me thought.” He stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder, while the other was in her hair.

“It’s no issue, Tooru. I’m just glad you’re back.” She leaned her head back into his firm and toned stomach.

She had been sick for the past few months, needing to sleep more frequently than she went to work, resulting in her income freezing. Tooru had to send money just to keep her housed and fed, which the chocolate haired man had no hesitations in doing. His profession, volleyball, kept him away from her more than he liked. Yes, volleyball was his first love, but the woman in front of him was able to fill an emptiness that even volleyball could not fill.

Tooru picked up the woman in his arms and hugged her body close to his. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands searching for purchase as she was lifted as though she weighed nothing. Tooru took the girl outside to the snow-covered, vegetation-filled backyard and sat with her on the patio.

“How’s work been?” she asked softly.

“It’s nothing without you there with me,” Oikawa said, a sigh leaving his lips.

He never set her down, making the woman curl up in his lap. He needed this, not only for himself but for her. If he was able to improve her health, even in the slightest, by holding her, he would do it. A shaky hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt as her face made room for itself in the crook of his neck, her skin burning against hers.

Tooru frowned. It looked like his hugs weren’t as helpful after all. Time for the next idea.

He caught her chin, making her look up at him before kissing the sickly woman. Red tinted her cheeks, and she snuggled into his warm body, craving the heat that just radiated from him. Nothing made her happier than to be with Tooru. He knew that she didn’t have much time until her health took a turn for the worse, and honestly, he didn’t know if she would recover again. That thought wasn’t important now, not to him anyways. The pair knew that each time they saw each other, it would probably be the last, but the stress of the illness never stopped the love they had for each other. Their relationship was simple yet complex at the same time. It was the embodiment of undeniably devoted love.

This was true adoration, and that’s all that mattered.

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