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OIKAWA'S GROWING PROBLEM

Sypnosis: OIKAWA HAS A TOO-CHILL-TO-BE-GOOD PARTNER. (Gender Neutral)

Oikawa Tooru was naturally good with people, his ability to make girls fall for his charm somewhat made boys his age wish they were him (or wish he’d fall down the stairs). During his career in Argentina, Oikawa’s fanbase exploded. What once was a local swarm of schoolgirls had become an international community of fans, cheering for him from all corners of the world. He’d be swarmed by admirers, girls giggling as they handed him homemade chocolate, boys crying their eyes out as their girlfriends asked Oikawa for pictures. And he never even tried to hide his satisfaction. 

His life was going good, no one was stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter. But that was his exact problem. NO ONE was stopping him, not even his FUTURE FIANCE. When they first started dating, he knew his partner was chill, easygoing, the type to go with the flow and not cause a scene. It was refreshing, really. No clinging (Perfect since he has volleyball practice almost everyday), no dramatic jealousy (Perfect for his fangirls), no constant need for reassurance. But as time went on (It's been 3 months), he found this “chill guy” act was starting to make him grow restless. To be more specific, once, after a particularly intense match, he barely had time to catch his breath before he was swarmed with female interviewers flashing cameras, girls chanting his name, gifts being pushed into his arms like offerings. The sheer amount of fangirls could make anyone suffocate. And honestly? It was starting to get to him today. He was scanning the crowd, almost instinctively looking for an exit, when his eyes landed on his s/o, standing a few feet away. Calm. Unbothered. Giving him a thumbs-up and a lopsided smile like “You’ve got this.”

No jealousy. No possessiveness. And weirdly, it made something twist in his chest. “H-hey, Wait!” He tried reaching out before his s/o disappeared into the locker room. This was his first time having to face a crisis like this. His last girlfriends or partners were all demanding. They were the definition of high-maintenance. They needed constant texting, nightly calls, reassurance every five minutes, you name it! tracking his location, mood swings over liked photos, cryptic “we need to talk” texts at 1 a.m. leading to them breaking up with HIM. But this? This calm, steady presence beside him who didn’t ask for much, who didn’t even seem to want anything and thought out everything before telling him, that was new. And he didn’t know if it was comforting… or quietly terrifying. He's scared that one day they’d just decided to break up with him. Leave him high and he’d only realize it when he came home to an empty apartment.

Nah, that wouldn’t happen, but he also thought that would happen and decided to test the water anyways😊👍. One night, after a long shower and an even longer day, Oikawa flopped onto the bed with damp hair and a towel still slung around his neck. His skin was warm, his limbs tired.

“Jeez,” he muttered, propping himself up lazily, his voice still laced with disbelief. “One of the reporters shamelessly asked me out on live TV today. Even though the team explicitly told everyone I’m not available!” There was a pause. Then, without looking up from their phone, his partner replied, “Wow, you really attract gremlins!” giggling. “She slipped me her hotel keycard afterwards!” he added, sitting up straighter now, eyes more focused like he was looking for something. That earned a real reaction from his partner, their eyes widened slightly, caught between surprise and disbelief then quickly changed.

“Well you probably told her off like you always do to girls who go too far right?” they asked,  flashing a thumbs up and a big smile. Oikawa stared, disbelief again. “Yeah of course I did! I threw it away, alright?” he added quickly. “Didn’t even look at the room number.”

A long pause.

“…Was it a suite?” “I don’t know! I didn’t check!”

They laughed, flopping back on the bed while he groaned dramatically beside them. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “This is the thanks I get for being loyal?”

Then that classic Oikawa half-pout appeared again. “You could be a little jealous, you know..” A silence followed after. Instead of answering, they leaned in and started smothering kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, practically everywhere relentlessly. “Wha—hey! Wait—!” he laughed, squirming under the sudden affection. “Okay, okay! I get it! You care, you little menace—” “Jealous enough for you?” He looked dazed. And a little pink in the face. “...That’ll do.”

"Love you too, Tooru."

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A SETTER'S SILHOUETTE

Part 1 Sypnosis: Kageyama spends too much time sleeping in class with his back facing you, and somehow, you ended up remembering the curve of his shoulders more clearly than his face. After graduating, you travelled abroad to continue your studies and the king of the court's silhouette is engraved in your mind. Now that you've both grown up what will happen?

(Story could contain cliche scenes BUT ONLY WHEN BOTH WAS IN HIGHSCHOOL)

 “Kageyama?” 

You stood there staring at the silhouette of your highschool days. The world was really small wasn’t it?

 Though your voice was barely above whisper compared to the swarm of fans surrounding him, somehow Kage turned around, eyes locking with yours like no time had passed at all.

-

Kageyama pov

 His eyes immediately flashed with recognition. Without missing a beat, he made quick work of signing the autographs and motioned to your place immediately.

 He couldn’t believe it, you finally returned to Japan after so many years abroad and he didn’t know a thing?! Was this a dream? probably not. But he slammed both hands on his face on the way to make sure he wasn’t anyways.

Slam

 (The slap was hard enough to make a few fans nearby jump.)

“When did you get back?” was the first thing he said after he made his way to your place.

You froze, for a second but he saw it. Then your hands flew to your hips. “Well, aren’t you fast? A ‘hello’ would be nice. Is that how you greet your good old tutor?” You smiled widely.

He blinked, his mouth parting slightly. He hadn’t even realized the words had come out. “I—sorry. Hello.” Then, without thinking, he gave a small, stiff bow.

You laughed like this was very amusing. “Still as socially graceful as ever, huh?”

 Honestly, he didn’t know what to say, so he instinctively scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking toward the few lingering fans still whispering nearby. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.” 

He quickly changed the subjects to something else, eager to change the subject rather than dwell on his awkwardness.

“Yeah, well… surprise.” You shrugged. “Didn’t expect to see a familiar face (or should I say back) either.”

He let out a soft breath, he wasn’t sure whether to smile or tense up.

“So,” you said, tilting your head “How have you been? Still having a hard time learning English?”

He felt himself jumping slightly at that. His mind wandered to the old cheat sheet you made for him during your highschool days. Still tucked away in his work desk, he’d still sometimes revise it whenever he had an international interview.

“I… might’ve.. a little,” he said, as he glanced away. “But don’t ask me to prove it.”

_

Reader pov

 The answer came out awkward, stiff, but undeniably Kageyama. You tried your best to hold in your laugh from Kageyama’s behavior. 

First, his face was RED (from his slap). Second, he was still the kageyama from highschool days (You could tell since he still bowed down while saying “hi” like the muscle memory from his high school days kicked in before his brain could catch up). 

Nevertheless, it was nice. Despite losing contact for so long, you guys still have topics to talk about, even though you could tell that the Kageyama is VERY AWKWARD right now.

“Really?” you teased, You knew that look. He always glanced away when he was hiding something. And judging by how quickly he broke eye contact, you were right on target. “You sure that’s all?” You couldn’t help it. You have every intention to tease him for his reaction.

Kageyama stiffened, looking away a little too quickly. “Well..”

You raised an eyebrow. “Come on” You mused “Are you really really sure?”

His shoulders tensed. He hesitated, then let out a short sigh, barely audible over the hum of the crowd. “…I might still-”

“Lil sis!” Your brother's voice rang through the room as he made his way over to your side, which successfully saved Kage from your claws. 

With a swift motion, an arm was draped over your head. “Woah you know this guy? Lil sis! This is the setter I’ve been talking about!”

Your expression changed from smiling at Kage to glaring. “Well, his name is Tobio Kageyama, and yeah we went to the same class in highschool, Not-That-Much-Of-A-Deal-Anyways, BUT you wouldn't know since you’re always anywhere but HOME!” You said as you forcefully shoved your brother away. 

“Shit!” Your brother said loudly, but he extended his hand to Kageyama anyways “My name is-”

“I know you, I’ve seen you on the court,” Kageyama said ,as he shook your brother’s hand.. “You’re a formidable setter.” 

Your brother brightened at the compliment, until Kageyama stepped forward and his expression sharpened. “What’s your jump set like? How consistent is your timing with the spiker? Do you run combination plays or just stick to quicks? What's your average serve speed?. . etc . etc. .”

Your brother blinked, visibly shrinking under the sudden interrogation. “Uh—uh, I—I mean, I usually just—wait, what?” “Where did you learn to do those-”

“WOAH HAHA” You cut Kage off before he could go overboard. “Wow! when my brother said he was facing a formidable opponent, I actually didn’t expect it to be you!”

“Wow! the earth really is small, no?” Your brother added. “Anyways I gotta borrow my sister for a minute. Some fans want to take pictures with me ykyk! Nice meeting you tho!” Your brother said as he dragged you away.

 But before you could go too far, you felt a hand grab your wrist. “Wait! Are you free anytime this week?” Kage asked, carefully.

_

THROWBACK TO HIGH SCHOOL (AUTHOR POV)

Tobio Kageyama had sat next to her for three months. Three months and yet she couldn’t remember his face.

She only ever saw him during class, and even then, he’d always be asleep with his head buried in his folded arms, back turned toward her. Everytime the class gets boring, her mind would start wandering around the classroom. And everytime her attention lands on Tobio, and she’d only catch the faint rise and fall of his shoulders. His back was definitely broad. Not in a showy, bulky way, but neither narrow nor willowy. His build was balanced and compact, just enough to show he was undeniably athletic. ‘Is he asleep in class since he spends too much time working out?’

‘What a strange person,’ she thought. Always asleep.

‘Could it be because of the teacher?’ No. He was like that in every class. No matter the subject, he’d always be dozing off. The reason he could sleep in every class was because Teachers had called him out many times before, but they eventually gave up. Once they realized he’d just keep doing the same thing, they stopped bothering.

“Mr. Tobio!” the teacher called.

Kageyama jumped slightly in his seat. The sharp tone caught your attention too. “What’s your answer to question 12. c?” the teacher asked.

You glanced over, curious. ‘This Tobio was surprisingly calm for someone who’s been asleep the whole period. Dang,’ you thought to yourself. ‘But judging from the way he’s muttering under his breath… there’s no way he’s got the answer’.

On the other hand though, Tobio was freaking out! He was having an internal panic. But all he could muster was “Uh… ah…”. ‘Dang’ he thought to himself ‘I’m screwed’

On your side, you sighed. With a quick flick of your pen, you slid your notes across the desk and pointed discreetly to the answers.

His eyes flicked to the page, then to you. There was a moment of hesitation, but he gave the smallest nod and began reciting the answer. Correctly, to everyone's surprise.

The teacher paused, eyebrows raised. “...Correct.”

A ripple of quiet laughter spread through the class. Kageyama kept his gaze forward, as if nothing unusual had happened.

‘This guy is never going to graduate’ You thought to yourself.

_

Kageyama pov

"Move, idiot, move!" It took everything in his body to push himself forward. He grabbed your hand and asked “Are you… um, free this week?” he managed to ask, his voice tighter than a tense set. ‘Why is my throat so dry?? Damn it!’ Panic flickered behind his eyes. He felt himself getting more embarrassed by the second. (This guy has played so many volleyball tournament, faced so many formidable opponent, yet asking for and old friend’s number made him feel like he was facing off Oikawa in a big tournament)

You and your brother turned to him. “Oh! Uhm, this weekend?”

“Here” You quickly took the phone from his hand and put your number on his Iphone 16 promax and return it.

“By the way your face is getting redder from the slap you did to yourself earlier” You pointed out.

Kageyama’s eyes widened, he was so tense from asking for your number he didn’t notice himself “Oh- I didn’t realize”.

You took the initiative and continued “Well gotta go help my brother, call me later!”

_

YOU POV

The school bell rang, and the halls instantly erupted with noisy kids flooding out of classrooms like a swarm of hungry zombies. You were calmly packing your bag, ready to head out, when a shadow loomed beside your desk.

 You felt a sudden chill sweep across your right side. It raised goosebumps down your arm (Couldn’t be the classroom window cause it was CLOSED and on your LEFT). 'WTF WAS THAT, IS THIS BECAUSE I SKIPPED CHURCH LAST WEEK? OH GOD THE EVIL SPIRITS ARE AFTER ME NOW'  You were internally panicking.

Slowly, and cautiously, you turned your head to the right. And it was Kageyama, staring at you intensely.

“PLEASE TUTOR ME IN ENGLISH!” “I’LL GIVE YOU ALL MY LUNCH MONEY!”

“Huh?” “Ha?” He raised his head after your words and you blink at his. 

“What? Uh, no, sorry—I’m kinda busy lately.” You coughed, covering up your embarrassing interaction.

 “Please! If I don’t pass this midterm exam, I might not be able to play volleyball.” He said, a little more urgent now. His head was back to bowing down at a 90 degree angle.

But anyways, that gave you pause. He looked genuinely.. distressed. Which made you sighed.

His face shifted, confusion creeping in. “Oh—uh, it’s fine if you don’t. I'll figure something else out—”

“You know what? Fine,”  you continued “Sorry, I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

He blinked. “Surprised?” 

“I didn’t think someone like you would actually care for studying,” you said with a smirk. “I mean you sleep most classes so you don’t seem to care about studying. But why me though?”

He paused for a second, then spoke again. “As for why you… I mean, you’re pretty good at English, right? You helped me answer that question today.”

You tilted your head, curious. “And?”

“I have a friend. Tsukishima. He’s good at it too, but…”

“But?” you pressed.

“I’d rather die than ask him for help. I’d rather study, revise, and test all by myself.”

Your eyes widened at how dead-serious he sounded, like he meant it literally. Then you burst out laughing “Alright, alright! How about tomorrow after school, I’ll tutor you for an hour. Every Thursday until midterm exam.”

His face lit up, just a little though. “Really?!”

“Yeah. I like people like you,” you said with a grin, tossing your bag over your shoulder. “You're too  blunt  for your own good, but it’s kinda refreshing.”

Kageyama nodded. “Okay! I’ll pay you pay, I promise”

“Alright! bye” You said as you left.

_

KAGEYAMA POV

It was 9:43 PM.

The match had ended hours ago. Now he was sprawled on his bed, the lights off, the only glow coming from his phone as he faced a new dilemma: how the hell was he supposed to text you?

You Someone he hadn’t seen in years. Someone who randomly showed up today and somehow, somehow, ended up giving him your number.

Now he was staring at the chat screen with your name at the top, blank and intimidating. 

“Hey, this is Kageyama.” Backspaced it. Too dry.

“It’s Tobio Kageyama.” No duh, he thought, scowling.

He typed again. “Thanks for earlier. I’ll see you this Weekend?” Too confident..

He sighed and dropped the phone on his chest, staring at the ceiling. His brain was short-circuiting, just like it had earlier when you’d smiled at him and casually said, “Just text me.”

Oh god, he thought, this was like the first time he had asked you for tutoring English that he had to collect all the extrovertedness he had to ask a stranger for help. (I mean it was less intimidating since this time you actually know each other but whatever)

He ran a hand through his hair, groaning. Then, before he could chicken out again, he typed:

“Hey. It’s Kageyama.”

He hit Send. Immediately rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow. And waited.

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The Argentina tour

Sypnosis: Oikawa was home sick when he unexpectedly met a girl from his hometown. Though they had never crossed paths before, something between them clicked instantly. They wandered through Argentina together like star-crossed lovers, sharing quiet moments and sudden laughter. She had come here to unwind after the weight of overwork and ended up finding something far more meaningful.

tags: Hurt/comfort, homesick Oikawa, Argentina settings, implied sexual content, Reader is a little bit reserved and confused with Oikawa actions, instant click, Fast relationship but not rushed W/c: 2.5k

Life gets a little boring. It’s the same thing every day.

Waking up at 7, making yourself presentable, going to work.

Working until 5, drinking with colleagues and business partners until it’s too late, dragging yourself home before 1 AM to avoid those colleagues who get too comfortable when drunk.

Running on the tiniest amount of sleep, just to wake up early and do it all over again, pretending to be perfect.

It’s tiring.

The worst part is knowing this never-ending loop might actually be the death of you. You can already imagine the headline: “Young JVA Employee Dies of Overwork and Chronic Bullshit.” Tragic. Predictable. Somewhere along the way, life got so exhausting that the idea of running away started sounding less like a fantasy and more like a necessity. Honestly, you’d trade it all just to be a kid again. Playing with kids in the neighbourhood with nothing to worry about and freeloading off your parents like there's no tomorrow. 

 At some point, the exhaustion started gnawing at more than just your body, so putting it as “burnout” is an understatement. This is an accumulation of 10 years of grief and suffering! Sure the job was quite well off and your boss was pretty easygoing, but the routine was taking its toll on your mental health.

 So you did the reasonable thing, you quit. Just like that. Walked out, went home, and stayed there, sorry Kuroo but this bs is gonna kill me. Rotting in bed, eating whatever didn’t require effort, ignoring texts until even that felt too hard.

 You were rotting away when one day, a friend dragged you out and somehow convinced you that “You need to get away.”

Next thing you knew, they were booking a trip to Argentina, and you were like “Screw it” while draining half your savings to go with them.

 What's the point of having money when you can’t spend it? You’re gonna get the money back anyways, but a hot girl’s trip to Argentina in your 20s? never!

Your trip to Argentina turned out to be exactly what you didn’t know you needed.

You and your friends made a list: tourist spots, local food to try, museums you’d pretend to appreciate, street markets to get lost in, . . .

Every item ticked off one by one, you actually did it all.

For once, life wasn’t about deadlines or expectations. It was just you, and yourself. All you needed to focus on was yourself and you were healing. You felt alive! Not just surviving. It felt like the universe was finally giving you space to exist as more than a tired version of who you used to be.

Your itinerary was nearly complete, your energy slowly coming back to life. Those days laughing with your friends, sleeping through the night, waking up without that dull, familiar ache in your chest. Now you can die knowing you’ve lived.

But then the unexpected twist came, the bullet point that wasn’t penciled into the trip notes.

The culprit?

Oikawa Tooru.

You were out with your friends at a local bar and were drunk asf, your head was blasting with the loud music, everything was messy and glowing. 

Hot girls’ vacation? Peak success.

You were tipsy off cocktails you didn’t even pay for (some guy had been trying to flirt all night and you weren’t about to say no to free drinks).

And then just as things were going out of control, you stumbled into a tall, annoyingly handsome someone.

His face was pretty and his hair curls certainly complimented his look, falling just enough to make him look like he belonged on a magazine cover.

Really can’t tell if this was the start of something great or worse. And talk about first impressions, this guy spilled water all over you.

 That brat didn’t even apologize, all he did was stare at you judgmentally.

You murmured out a cuss word in Japanese, and this guy started smirking. “Did you just call me an asshole?” he said, holding back a laugh. “No way you’re Japanese too!” he claimed.

You stared at him in disbelief “Who the fuck would drink water at a bar?” 

Turns out, he was a professional volleyball player so physical health was his utmost priority. (Coach said no drinking). 

Firstly, he apologized and offered a drink as an apology (this was going to be your third free drink for tonight).

Secondly, this guy was Oikawa Tooru! Yes, the Oikawa! Besides the bad first impression. (Being he spilled water all over you and accused you of being one of his crazy fan girls - “Wait, you look oddly familiar? are you Mr tooru? - “Woah you know me? Are you one of my crazy, die-for-me fangirls?” he said with his starry starry eyes -Wtf? (this guy didn’t even flinch saying that. Is he not embarrassed?) He was pretty tolerable. This guy talks about volleyball like he has never before. You decided to play along and entertain him for the night, you told him you knew a thing or two about volleyball and that you work at the Japanese volleyball association. Which made him blow up as he claimed  “I didn’t know they started hiring hot people to work there”. 

Third, you guys then went on talking about a lot of stuff outside of volleyball, and you guys saw eye to eye in a lot of situations and decided to exchange numbers.

Your friends couldn’t believe you met a guy in Argentina, she said this was going to be the ‘Argentina fling’ which you quickly brushed off and told her to stop making assumptions.

Ever since you met that guy, he has been showing you around Argentina, acting like a free tourist guide. You’d occasionally indulge him and follow whatever he wants and he made it his personal mission to show you everything: cafes tucked into alleyways, sunset viewpoints only locals knew, and restaurants he’d always retreat to when he's lazy to cook for himself.

You weren’t complaining… much. Just half amused, half wondering why he kept showing up like a stray golden retriever who happened to speak Japanese and flirt like it was a sport.

- “Hey, see that ice cream truck?” - “Do I look blind?” you deadpanned, staring into his soul. - He laughed, like you had grown two heads.  “That wasn’t funny, but you reminded me of an old friend.”

Sometimes, he’d get soft on you — sneakily, like it was a secret between you and the city.

- “This is my favorite spot,” he said once, pointing to a bench facing the water. - “Why?” - “Because I only bring people I like here.” - You stared at him. “...Gross.”

Or times when he just gets so irritating you consider wiping off that smug face of his in public, never in your life have you been so provoked to hit a man.

-”I travelled 18 thousand km just to be here, and you brought me to a Japanese restaurant?” - Oikawa grinned like a child caught red-handed. He winked one eye, stuck his tongue out, and threw up a peace sign. “Well you’ve never eaten Japanese food with an Argentinian in Argentina before, no?” - ? - “I mean you did agree to go anywhere as long as it has food” - “Remind me why did I indulge you again?”

But if you think that was annoying, you were wrong. Sometimes, he’d randomly come up with a hangout idea no matter what time it is.

- “Hey ik it's like 11pm which is pretty late, but there's a night market thats sells really cool stuff” - “what?” you thought the princess needed his beauty sleep, but turns out this princess cheats occasionally at Japanese night food stalls.

Despite the fact that you’d only just met, the last three weeks with him had been… unexpectedly amazing.

Sure, he had a serious case of princess syndrome of always needing things his way, pouting when they weren’t, and dramatically sighing like the world was personally attacking him.

But somehow, you found yourself going along with it.

Because when Oikawa Tooru wanted something, he asked with that smug little smile, that glitter in his eyes. And if you said no? he’d sulk like a child denied candy.

And honestly? You didn’t hate it.

 But all good things must come to an end. Kuroo called you, and though he genuinely hoped you’d keep healing and resting, he couldn’t cover for you any longer. Your boss was right though, you’re fully healed and mentally prepared to work again, if you keep on slacking off of work, you’d actually be unemployed. 

After hanging up the phone, and thinking over it. You decided to formally announce this to someone you’ve spent the most time with in Argentina. Oikawa. You asked him to meet you at the bar where you guys met. You told your friend you were gonna go out and left early. The night was long anyways so you decided to come early to wait for him.

 “Hey, beautiful. Why the long face?” Oikawa greeted with that usual sparkle in his eye. But the second you looked at him, he flinched. Just a flicker. Barely there. But you saw it.

Oikawa also came early, which was unusual for him. He must have sensed something.

 He stepped closer, tone softer now. “What happened?”

“I’m going back to Japan.” You said as you look straight at him. You decided to not beat around the bush in situations like this. A silence followed, after the news were announced, not long. Just enough. Enough for the words to settle in the space between you, for his eyes to flicker. 

But then, true to form, he took a dramatic breath, slapped a hand over his chest like you’d stabbed him, and let out the most theatrical sigh you’d ever heard. “You wound me!” he groaned, lips curled into a pout “How could you?!”

You huffed a laugh, “I haven’t even left yet.” “But you're going to,” he whispered, voice low now, vulnerable and bare. “And I don’t know how to be funny about that. This past month has been so much fun,” he sighed, dragging out the words like an actor. “How dare you leave me behind?”

You rolled your eyes “Oh please i'm just going back home. It’s not like I'm dying or anything.”

Then, as if deciding he wasn’t done with you just yet, he straightened up and grinned. “Well, but that means that we can’t hang out daily anymore and I've decided today’s my cheat day anyway. I’m drinking with you. No arguments.”

You raised an eyebrow then laughed, “Alright, it’s on the house then.”

And just like that, you were ordering drinks again. One last night. One last memory.

___

The bar was loud, the lights warm and hazy, laughter blending into music. Time didn’t feel real — just a string of moments stitched together with the sound of clinking glasses and Oikawa’s eyes on you every time you smiled.

Eventually, the world started to spin. Not violently, just enough to remind you how much you’d had. Your head throbbed, and the edges of your vision softened like watercolor bleeding into the page.

You were still conscious, still present, still you. But heavy with the weight of everything. The drinks, the goodbye, the quiet ache in your chest.

Oikawa noticed. Of course he did. “Come on,” he said gently, looping your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

His home.

Without a second thought, he scooped you up in a princess carry effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and carried you to his car. In your haze, you heard him grumble something under his breath about your dramatic drinking habits, but the way he tucked you in, careful not to bump your head, said more than his words ever could.

He got in beside you and started the engine. The drive was quiet. No teasing. No smug comments. No dramatic acts. Just the hum of the car, the soft lights of the city passing by, and his hand reaching across the console to find yours.

He didn’t say anything when you intertwined your fingers. Didn’t have to. His grip was steady. Warm. Like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. It was nice having someone to console to for past few days. He felt less homesick with you. And you sat there in silence.

At his door, he looked down at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “You’re really leaving, huh?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then let me be selfish tonight.”

He pulled you inside, not rushed, not reckless, just.. close. Like he needed to memorize how you fit against him before the moment slipped away.

And when he kissed you, it wasn’t playful or teasing. It was full of everything he hadn’t said over the past month. Every unspoken feeling, every quiet glance, every stolen moment.

Slow. Careful. Real.

That night wasn’t about letting go. It was about holding on, just a little longer. “Hey…” he started, his voice lower now, serious. “Would you be willing to stay here… and be my girlfriend?” He carefully said “I know we’ve only just met but—”

No.

The word left your mouth too fast, too sharp.  Probably the first time you’d ever said no to him during this trip.

Oikawa froze.

For a second, he looked genuinely shocked. Disappointed, yes but not devastated. It wasn’t like he hadn’t prepared himself for this possibility. He was dramatic, not delusional.

He looked away, jaw tightening just a little. But before the silence could stretch too long, you reached for his hand.“But…” you continued softly, “if you ever come back to Japan... and I get to show you around for once... I might make it official.”

That’s when he looked up again. and there it was. The slow, smug, relieved grin. He tried to hide it behind a roll of his eyes. “I hate you,” he muttered, but his fingers were laced with yours anyway. “You’re sure right? Like not drunk?”

You looked at him, completely deadpan. “I drink with my colleagues all the time. I’m a heavy drinker. This is light work.” You claimed.

He grinned upon hearing that, eyes gleaming, but then his expression shifted. There was something serious beneath the charm. He leaned in a little, gaze steady, voice quieter. “Then look me in the eyes,” he said, “and tell me–

If I go back to Japan with you…  Would you be my girlfriend?”

The air between you changed. His eyes were telling a story, they were searching. Glazed with a vulnerability he rarely let show. It was like he was holding his breath, he needed to hear this a second time.

You smiled. Then laughed a little but soft, a little breathless, a little surprised by how full your heart felt. “Yes,” you said. “Yes, I would.”

He hugged you tighter, pulled you in closer. Then his lips brushing against your ear, he whispered, voice low, steady, and impossibly soft: “Just wait a little longer,” Oikawa said, his voice low. “After this season… I’ll come back to Japan. I’ll live with you. I mean it.”

He didn’t hesitate. He lifted you effortlessly, You yelped, laughing harder, slighting nudging him, but his grip was firm grounding. Then he looked at you again, eyes bright with something real this time, and he carried you to the bedroom not just with desire, but with something deeper..

Like this was the start of something that might just last.

[imnothanah]

Best friend's best friend

No warnings needed! 

 Synopsis: What would happen if Geto had a middle school best friend who just recently moved to Tokyo? And that person is YOU. _

Part 1.

Gojo Satoru whose eyes widened immediately upon seeing you for the first time.

It was, as Gojo exasperatedly put it, a hot scorching day on a normal afternoon. It was during their day off that the trio Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko were waiting for someone, though Gojo couldn’t seem to keep his complaints in check.

"This is ridiculous!" Gojo groaned, arms flailing dramatically. "I mean, seriously, why do I have to be here waiting for someone I have never met!." The way Gojo has been complaining as though they have been out for half a day, even though it has only been exactly 7 minutes, was starting to get on Geto’s back.

Shoko, ever the calm one, adjusted her sunglasses and glanced up at the sun. “If you’re so uncomfortable, maybe you should stop talking. It’s just making it worse.”

Gojo huffed but didn't seem to hear her. He was too busy muttering under his breath about the unfairness of it all, how utterly ridiculous this situation was, and seeing that Shoko didn’t seem to gaf, he turned his attention to Suguru.

 “Hey you’re the one who told us to wait! Where is this person anyways.” Gojo continued to poke Geto’s side, clearly trying to get a reaction from the latter.

Suguru leaned against the nearby wall, barely reacting to Gojo’s whining, sighed deeply. He didn’t flinch, knowing Gojo’s antics were just part of the routine at this point. "Patience, Satoru," Geto said dryly. "They’ll be here alright, complaining about it won’t speed things up."

 Gojo pouted, narrowing his eyes. “Patience? With this heat? You’ve gotta be kidding me." He flung his arms out dramatically, catching Shoko’s eye, who was also unfazed by the entire scene.

"You should’ve brought a fan or something," she said casually, not even looking up from her phone.

Gojo looked at her in disbelief. "A fan? What’s that gonna do when it’s like this?" He gestured at the shimmering heat around them. "You think waving a fan is gonna cool me down?"

Suguru didn’t seem particularly bothered either, his usual calm demeanor unshaken by Gojo’s theatrics. "Cool your body temperature or your head?"

Gojo’s eyes widened, turning on Suguru. “You’ve got to be kidding me! That's not the point anyways! I'm sweating enough water for all of Africa! How am I supposed to look swag in this condition?!”

Shoko glanced over at Suguru, raising an eyebrow. “Did he just say he cares about looking cool in this heat?” earning a laugh from Suguru.

Gojo was quick to defend himself “So what!?”, but the other two only laughed harder! 

 The trio stood there, the air thick with Gojo’s grumbling and luckily when Gojo was about to blow up, the mysterious person finally appeared.

“Geto!” You waved. And that was enough to get everybody’s attention, not excluding the Six eyes user, his eyes narrowing as he turned towards you. He opened his mouth to question what took you so long, but when his eyes landed on you, his mind went blank for a moment. 

He swore to God he had never seen anybody like that before!! He had already imagined you with him and him, 3 dogs, 2 children and a penthouse near the coastline growing old together. He could almost hear the sound of laughter echoing off the walls, feeling the warmth of family around him. It all seemed so vivid, so real, like it was meant to happen.

 All of that time waiting for you was definitely worth it! He had never believed in love at first sight before, but today says otherwise. But before he could fully process the whirlwind going on in his chest, you were already almost within reach, running towards them fast.

 Gojo had never bat an eye on a non sorcerer before, he had always considered them weaklings that could never be on the same par as him, but this time it was different! He tried to stay calm, but he could feel his heart racing, the desire to step in and speak bubbling up, but he held back, opting to act cool first, think later. He swore every step you take, its like you’re leaving flower trails behind, being all happy happy.

then suddenly a loud BAM could be heard!

Someone crashed into you and you fell.

 Gojo, still recovering from the wave of emotions that had hit him the second he laid eyes on you, tried to compose himself by snapping his attention to somewhere else while Geto hurriedly ran to your side.

  “Hey! Are you ok?!?” Suguru made quick work of pulling you up, as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

 THAT WAS EMBARRASSING. But you still smiled at Suguru’s question, shrugging him off after confirming you were fine. “Tokyo’s as chaotic as ever. You know, nothing’s really changed”.

 Suguru chuckled, brushing off the dust from his clothes. “I can imagine. Oh by the way these are my friends, I-”

 Before he could finish his scentence, you pushed him out of the way, making him fall back and quickly made a Beeline for his friends. “You must be Shoko! I’ve heard so much about you it’s an honor!” You said as you shook Shoko’s hands like there was no tomorrow (No chance of shaking the goddess hands anymore). 

 “Oh and white lavender hair with sunglasses! You must be Gojo!” You said as you held out your hand for him to shake.

At that, Gojo cleared his throat, his voice almost coming out sharper than he intended. “Y-Yeah, that’s me,” he stammered, trying to regain his usual confidence but failing miserably. He quickly reached out, his hand meeting yours in a firm handshake.

 The moment your fingers brushed against his, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through him.  “Woah did you just wash your hands? I hope it's not what i'm thinking it is!” You blurted while looking at him straight in the eyes. He blinked, his heart hammering in his chest, “Excuse me?”.

“Right! I forgot to introduce myself!” You said as you brushed your hand together, flicking off “I used to go to middle school with Geto, that's how we met!” You chirped, not noticing how the white haired sorcerer is baffled.

“Wow, Geto went to a normal middle school? That's new” Shoko casually said as she leaned back, still the nonchalant queen she is.

Geto’s brow furrowed as he let out a small, almost exasperated sigh as he stood up from where he was pushed. "Yes, surprise! I wasn’t homeschooled like you guys," he shot back, his tone dry but not without a hint of amusement. "And what do you mean 'normal'?"

 You burst into laughter. “Yeah, I understand where this is coming from, you probably can’t picture him blending in with the regular crowd.” 

Your eyes flickering to Geto, who was clearly trying to keep his cool despite the playful jabs. He looked like he was going to defend himself but instead just crossed his arms. “I did survive, thank you very much,” Geto replied . “And I did make a few friends along the way, despite what you two might think.”  Gojo, who had been momentarily distracted by his thoughts of you, snapped out of it and burst into a laugh. This afternoon was going to be well spent after all.