a silly oikage confession scene | 600 words | originally posted here
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Tobio really isn’t sure how it got to this point. How had he gone from hanging out with Hinata post-match to standing in front of Oikawa Tooru with a letter, not unlike the people who used to stop him in the hallways of Karasuno?
Let’s backtrack.
“This is stupid,” Tobio tells Hinata for the nth time.
His friend shrugs. “Not any more stupid than what you two have been doing the past ten years or so,” Hinata replies as he finishes scribbling something down.
“Your handwriting sucks.” Tobio squints at the note which reads “Oikawa-san, do you like me? Check one” followed by two poorly-drawn squares with a yes or no beside them.
“I don’t wanna hear that from you,” Hinata snorts. “Besides, you were too chicken to write it yourself.” He folds the paper and shoves it into Tobio’s hands. “There, now all you have to do is give it to him.”
Tobio stares at the note. “This is stupid,” he says again and this time, Hinata is less patient.
“Maybe if you two would stop acting like kids, we wouldn’t have to resort to this, dumbass.”
“Who’re you calling a dumbass, dumbass?!”
Hinata just holds up his phone to show Tobio his lock screen: a photo of Hinata with his arms around Kozume. “At least I can admit when I like someone.”
“I don’t—”
Hinata throws his hands in the air. “Fine. You don’t like Oikawa-san. Just like he says he doesn’t like you. Sure. Well, I’m not going to be the middleman for you two anymore, so good luck.” Plucking the note from Tobio’s hands, Hinata tosses it back onto the table. “Chicken,” he says again before leaving.
Tobio is not a chicken, which is why he’s here now. With the letter. In front of an annoyed-looking Oikawa who, despite being technically shorter, is staring him down.
Tobio is not a first year at Kitagawa Daiichi anymore and Oikawa is no longer quite as intimidating. Tobio is a full-grown adult who is one of the most popular professional volleyball players in Japan, who is known for being able to keep his cool under pressure, and that is why he mutters, “Here,”, forces the paper into Oikawa’s hands, and then takes off running.
“What the hell is this? Tobio!” he can hear Oikawa yell after him.
Tobio sprints faster.
Unfortunately, Oikawa is also a professional volleyball player and Tobio is kind of annoyed by how quickly he catches up. He doesn’t have to tackle Tobio, though, jeez, they’d never hear the end of it from Iwaizumi if either of them got hurt.
They tumble to the ground and Oikawa pins Tobio down.
“Explain.”
“Hinata made me do it!” Tobio exclaims, staring up at Oikawa. He can’t read the older man’s expression, but the way his eyes are zeroed in on Tobio makes him feel dizzy. Or maybe he hit his head upon impact.
“So it’s a prank?”
“No!”
“So this is real?”
“I guess? I thought it was a stupid idea but Hinata said he was tired of us being childish and that if we were going to act like kids then we might as well—”
Tobio’s rambling is cut short because his mouth is suddenly covered. By Oikawa’s mouth. Oh.
“Does that answer your silly question?” Oikawa breathes, moving back, nose barely brushing Tobio’s. “Of course, it was a pretty awful way to ask someone out, you really should’ve—”
This time, it’s Oikawa who’s cut off as Tobio pulls him back in for another kiss. And Tobio’s certain the dizziness is not just because he hit his head.
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