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iwavibes · 4 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; thirty five

----haikyuu social media au

iwaizumi y/n, nekoma's second year manager, has always been in love with kozume kenma. in an attempt to get her to move on, her two best friends introduce her to the prettiest boys they know.

besides, the only way to move on is to actually move on, right?

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word count: 1k+

You took a deep breath as you came face to face with the gate, the only thing separating you from the boy on the other side. You took a quick glance at the opened messages on your phone. Seen. It hurt you to know that your best friend was purposefully ignoring you. You were fine two days ago. You wondered what changed or what you might've done to make him act this way.

Your eyes sparked up at the sound of a message notification, your eyes zeroing in on the message Shirabu sent.

'it will ♥️'

And you felt the weight on your shoulders lighten at that. Even though he didn't know what it was about, his words comforted you like no other. Especially at this exact moment.

Mustering up every bit of courage you have in you, you pushed the gate open. The moment you lock eyes with the tired but nervous ones he held, you could feel your earlier bravery dwindle away almost instantly.

"Kenma…" you breathed out. Your voice sounded like you've run a marathon when in fact, it was your nerves eating you away.

"Y/n…" he replied, almost as nervous as you were.

"L-look…" you started. "About what happened last week…" you couldn't seem to look him in the eyes, instead fixating your gaze on the ground. You sneaked a glance his way, only to see a pair of expectant eyes staring back.

You didn't know what he wanted you to say nor what he was thinking. But you've rehearsed this a hundred times, a thousand if you counted the ones you did in your head, and so the words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop it. You looked away.

"It was a mistake." You say with every bit of faux conviction you could conjure up. "It was all just a rush of emotions, you know? I didn't know what came over me when I did it. A spur in the moment. Like one of those time limited missions in story games and you have to pick a choice fast? I'm sorry. That was a very dick move and the fact that I'm telling you it was a mistake is even worse. I just… don't know what I was thinking." You were rambling now, you know you were but you can't seem to stop. "We've been friends for years now and you're one of the rare people that stuck to my side even after that incident. I cherish that. The fact that you didn't care and that you were happy to be friends with me. It sucks that I have to move away so abruptly. I really want to leave everything on a good note and not awkward… but I can't help but think that I just ruined everything."

"I-is that what you want?" His voice was soft. Like a newly fluffed pillow and gentle like a sweet lullaby.. But there was also a twinge of hesitancy imbued in the way he spoke. You can sense it.

You closed your eyes before nodding your head. "Yes."

You hear him sigh. What was it? Relief? Defeat? You didn't know. A flurry of emotions raged through your body and you stiffen at the silence.

If you could only look his way. Look at the expression he was wearing. See the disappointed eyes that bore on your turned skull. Maybe you would've thought twice about what you've said. But it was all out there now and you felt too ashamed to even steal a glance as you felt his arms wrapped around you.

You felt your cheeks burn at the contact, not really expecting him to hold you this close nor initiate something so intimate.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you firmly by your waist as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

"You didn't ruin anything y/n." He whispered. "I don't think you could, even if you tried. You're my friend. And I would pick you over anything."

You didn't understand what he meant by that last statement, too relieved to even process anything right now as you pulled him closer.

"I'll miss you, Kenma. I'll miss you so much." You whispered, voice shaky as tears began to form in your eyes.

At this, you feel his hand on your head, stroking the strands of your hair in comfort. "I'll miss you too, y/n. More than you'll ever know."

If you could just pull away to look at him, maybe you would've seen the few tears that streamed down his cheeks. You would've seen the desperation, and the longing those glossy eyes of his held.

He wiped them off once he was ready to pull away. A small smile on his lips as you tried to give him one back.

He patted your head one last time. You watched as he took a step back before reaching down to one of his pockets. He held a small trinket towards you, a small blank cat with a wide smirk.

"To remember us by." He said, placing it on your awaiting hands.

You looked up at him in appreciation. "Thank you."

"I'll see you soon, y/n." He knew how much hated goodbyes. He's observed it with the way you always tell him and the others that you'll see them soon. Because soon holds a promise and you didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

"See you soon, Kenma." You say with finality.

And that was it. You probably needed to fix your stuff again and Kenma didn't want to hold you out for too long. So with one final wave, he begins walking away.

You watched him for a moment, staring at his retreating form as you hoped to see him turn around. To give you one final glance, a smile, anything. The moment felt too short that you almost felt like it was all a dream.

You sighed, looking down on the small keychain on your palms. You turned it around to see a small note of sorts written on the back.

'Connect. No matter what. We'll see each other soon.'

Meanwhile, as Kenma walked blocks away from your house, he couldn't help but sigh once more in defeat. The hot air of the day pinching at his cheeks as he looked up to keep the small tears threatening to spill at bay.

"Ahh I lost."

NOTE: when i said this was gonna be long i meant it. that's the end of act one!! thank you all so much for the support you have given this smau so far. pretty setters will be back on DECEMBER 1 6AM ph standard time and will be updated every tuesday, thursday, saturday and sunday!!

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glitchh3d · 3 years

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Exciting Days Ahead (Semi Eita x F!Reader) [Post 4]

Taglist: @elianetsantana @kuroaka

Post Summary: (Y/n) gets a new (and exciting gig), theres some casual banter, and she and Semi plan on meeting up (:

TW's: Swearing?

Word Count: 392 (right after the first twitter photo)

Flashback to right after Bokuto’s call with Kuroo

“What did Kuroo want, Bo?” Akaashi asked, catching Bokuto’s attention. Bokuto brightened up, smiling.

“He wanted to know about (Y/n)!”

Said girl narrowed her eyes curiously. “Why?” Bokuto hesitated before shrugging. “No, I know you know. What does he want?”

Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “He wants you to be in Semi Eita’s new music video. Apparently they got inspiration for ‘Lover Listen’ while watching my music video today. Thought (Y/n)’s acting was amazing.”

Akaashi hummed, surprisingly pleased by the situation.

“This is good.”

“It is?” (Y/n) asked quickly, confused. “Didn’t you tell me not to flirt with Semi? On accident or on purpose? If I’m working with him then-”

“Are you seriously going to convince Akaashi that this is a bad idea? Really? This is amazing, (Y/n)!” Oikawa said, throwing his arms up in exaggeration. She bit her lip, glancing at Yachi who was watching her with awestruck eyes.

“Ugh, you're right…. Call Kuroo, ‘Kaashi!” She exclaimed suddenly, making all her friends (aside from Akaashi) cheer excitedly.

Akaashi chuckled but nodded. They all watched as he pulled out his phone, quickly pressing a few buttons on the touch screen before holding it up to his ear as it rang.

“No- speaker!” Iwaizumi tried, but Akaashi shushed him with a glare.

“Hello, Kuroo-san.” Akaashi said into the phone, grimacing and pulling the phone away as a loud “HEY” was shouted through the speaker. “Yes, I have (Y/n) with me now…”

(Y/n) was on the edge of her seat, her own phone clutched tightly in her hands as she watched Akaashi closely, studying his body language to try and see if she could read the situation at all. She watched as Akaashi turned towards her slightly, looking her over before humming into the phone and standing up.

“Wait-” She sat up straighter, watching as Akaashi left the room, winking one last time before disappearing to go talk business.

“WHAT A LITTLE JERK!” She shouted, standing up as faux anger washed over her. “I wanna know what’s being said!”

“All in due time, (Y/n). All in due time,” Bokuto said, smiling peacefully at her. She glared at him, eyes narrowing dangerously, before plucking a pillow off the couch and launching it at his face. “WHA-”

*** Time Skip (9:00pm-12:00pm)***

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There are like, two or three time skips in this post. The first photo is at 5:30pm, after it was confirmed by Akaashi that (Y/n) was going to be in Semi's new music video.

The text messages between Semi and (Y/n) take place after she finds out, so around 2ish.

And the QnA tweet and past is from 9pm to 12pm. (The reason i'm explaining is because time stamps on my cell phone from screenshots didn't match up with timing. [I got rid of the time stamps on most of the pics])

Anyways,

Here's is (Y/n)'s schedule: If you're curious.

Obviously it's just quick thrown together cause I wanted to make the texts realistic but idk, Bobby the cat is now a main character. Should I make him a twitter account? Or like, a fan run account dedicated to Bobby the cat??

ALSO ANOTHER POST LATER TONIGHT (or early tomorrow morning)! HOPEFULLY MORE WORDS! (+photos obvi)

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samwrights · 3 years

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➳ » 𝕞𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 «

⤷ ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟘.𝟜𝟘—in which a sunflower is born

⤷ warnings

Language, old vine references, mentions of anxiety/mild panic attack, mentions of casual use of marijuana and lots of Doctor Who references

⤷ playlist is here

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@levinneheart @hoe4hq @veelafyre @its-the-aerieljeane @disgvste (I was unable able to tag you so you may not see the notification) @lukes-princess @kiyoojima

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: sorry if it’s a little confusing with the Makki/Mattsun side by side. I’m trying to offer as much background information as possible without actually doing a written portion just because I want to challenge myself. If you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

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kenmassugar · 4 years

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best friend texts with oikawa ✨

#haikyuu socmed #haikyuu fake texts #oikawa torū #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu fake chat #hq #hq!! x reader #hq social media au

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remuswriting · 4 years

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Cut The Cameras

Low Angle

Eye Level | Low Angle | High Angle

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#kenma kozume #kenma x male reader #oikawa torū #oikawa x male reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x male reader #male reader #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu socmed au #male reader social media au

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toe-ruoikawa · 4 years

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summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic ABANDONNED

3. The Diner

(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.

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@theshirleygamer @mikkasquare @krxstynnn @90s-belladonna @ayaeushi @dearkozume @heavenini @thats-kinda-sketchy @pyblos @yacoka (ur bio said u moved lol) @pnkcts @yikes-buddy @ochabby @michelepiekenma @namyari @pleasemelafook-outta-ere @neonghxst @lustingfor5sos @sayoomi @birdiewolf @sorrythatspussynal

yeah, you loved suga's mom probably more than your own, but without suga there to actually create a bridge between the two of you, your conversations were dull and awkward, and you had left the house as soon as you thought she wouldn't mind.

for a few hours you had gone around the town, taking pictures of whatever seemed pretty to you. you had taken at least 50 by the time afternoon rolled around. that's kind of your thing; photos.

your camera roll was full of gorgeous landscapes-rolling hills and swaying trees, gigantic buildings and fluffy clouds, delicate flowers and creeping vines. it was a shame that you had lost some of your best shots when you had gotten rid of your old phone, but at least now you have a clean slate to fill all over again.

you're just finishing up a mini shoot of some train tracks when it hits you.

the single most delicious smell in the entire world hits your nose, and you almost black out it's so wonderful. it smells like frying oil and ice cream, and you almost cackle in glee because you had brought money for food and you just found the best place to spend it.

following your nose like a bloodhound, you start to walk past all the cute little buildings that had served as background for your railroad pictures. the smell keeps getting stronger, mixing and dividing into similar, more specific scents, like french fries and fried chicken. you feel your artist heart squeal with excitement as you round the corner on the block and find yourself in front of a cute American-themed diner.

the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.

"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.

"what can i get to get you started?"

you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.

you order your favourite flavour of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.

you don't really ever understand most of his vague volleyball tweets. from what you can gather, the team is a bunch of hooligan children that suga babysits, with the help of daichi, who you only know through suga's texts.

seeing as you don't even want to know what watermelon and hills have to do with volleyball camp, your thoughts drift to your other best friend, aki. you had blocked her with your new twitter account so there would be no chance of her stumbling across it, but you couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as you look at her account. she's probably the closest thing you have to a sister, which is why you had to leave her behind, too.

sisters are lovely but they're also snitches.

you put your phone face down as the waitress from earlier reappears, setting down a plastic basket full of fries and a milkshake, as well as a large metal cup filled with refill milkshake. ah, the glory of retro american diners. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and you hear laughter from someone your age.

the idea that it could be someone that recognizes you jumps into your head and you spin around in your swivel stool so quickly that you almost launch yourself off of it. in your commotion your eyes lock onto the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen in your entire life and you swear time slows.

they belong to a cute brunette, who has come to the diner with a group of friends. he is quick to look away, playing it off like he had been glancing around the restaurant. he waves to the waitress, who smiles bashfully, and follows his friends to a booth table that you know by the way they are drawn to it is undeniable their booth.

the boy with the warm eyes does another sweep over the diner as his group settles down, and as the chocolate irises linger on you, you realize that you’ve been staring at him the whole time.

flustered and feeling heat rise to your face, you jerk yourself back around in the seat so you’re facing your meal and take a long sip of your milkshake. ignoring the sting in your skull from the sudden cold, you flip your phone around and quickly open your texts.

taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.

much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.

he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.

instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours.

you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.

coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.

the mere idea that this beautiful and pretty boy might even consider to be interested in you has your heart melting in purpley yellow puddles of pure simp essence and your brain turning into honey. you find yourself slurping down the rest of your milkshake in an attempt to beat back the steady blush that burns on the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

sadly, whenever you turn to look back at the booth the boys are eating in, he never has his attention turned on you. you know there’s a chance that you’re just not catching him at the right moments, but as his laughter continues fills the space throughout the evening, your certainty that your shared gaze was a one time occurrence grows.

eventually, disheartened and a tad embarrassed, you give up on trying to catch the boy’s attention again. you pay for your meal before going to the washroom.

when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.

“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.

“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”

“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”

“that’d be a big help, sweetie, thank you!” the waitress graciously accepts your offer and then turns back to the table she’s cleaning.

you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.

“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”

“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”

he laughs, not unpolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “no, i’m oikawa tooru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.

“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?

“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”

“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”

the two of you exchange phones and enter your numbers in a new contact, while oikawa makes a little joke about your default wallpaper, which you laugh a little too hard at.

“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.

once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize what he’s put as his name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

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msjdott · 1 year

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ajaxctrl · 4 years

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static space lover — oikawa tooru [the kissing booth reference]

— HERE COMES your generic high school sweethearts tale wherein y/n has to deal with her prolonged admiration for a certain oikawa tooru — who apparently is her childhood crush since diapers. so the story goes, atsumu miya, tooru's stepbrother, has every say in it.

taglist: (hit me an ask or message me please)

inspirations: the kissing booth, romcom netflix shows

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pairing: oikawa tooru x female!reader

genre: smau, fluff, crack, friends to lovers, a daring pinch of angst

trigger warnings: excessive profanities, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, slow updates

INTRODUCTIONS: y/n's squad

INTRODUCTIONS: oikawa's squad

PLAYLIST

track one: helena beat

track two: houdini

track three: miss you

track four: fire escape

track five: goats in trees

track six: coming of age

track seven: pseudologia fantastica

soon

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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past or present— a haikyuu smau

[oikawa x y/n x atsumu]

a/n: i know i made an announcement about POP being postponed, but i've written these way back, and as i said, the following parts will be more on words because everything’s gonna be more oikawa-centric this time heehee and i think that this is going to be a better method to capture his reunion with y/n ;)

part 21 > part 22 > part 23 | nav.

you were kinda regretting having to attend the reunion.

as promised, matsukawa picked you and iwaizumi up from your house, and when you got in the car, hanamaki was already inside, the only one in the backseat. the ride to the venue was chill, matsukawa's music taste never failing to just bring out a certain vibe.

the four of you registered at the entrance soon as you arrived, immediately found a decent table that wasn't too far nor too up front, and saved oikawa a seat. some three others ended up sharing the table with your group of friends, one of them being hanamaki's classmate.

at first you were having a pretty good time, making small talk with your previous classmates, or the people from your club, even to those you once were acquainted with or became temporarily close with.

that is, until you went to the restroom to take a piss.

"you've seen y/n right?"

"yeah, nothing's changed with her. she's still a slut."

"maybe that's why oikawa-kun broke up with her."

the ladies chuckled, oblivious to the fact that the person they were gossiping about was just inside one of the cubicles, teeth gritted, fists clenched, taking deep breaths through her nostrils.

"i mean, that has to be it right? couldn't keep her legs closed for just one of them."

"what the fuck? you gotta be kidding,"

"i'm not! i saw her, and the other three–iwaizumi, hanamaki, matsukawa–get off from the same car. if that doesn't seem fishy, i don't know what is."

then, they were gone. the moment you were met with silence, you banged the door open, angrily washing your hands. obviously they were oikawa's avid fans, judging by their ability to snoop around his private life, and even make disgusting assumptions about the relationship you have with each of your volleyball friends.

you thought it would stop there.

you thought you could handle it; you survived that kind of shit through high school when you two were still together. but somehow, you keep seeing people staring at you as if you grew another head. while you were left alone on your table, as the other three caught up with their own class, you heard the same kind of comments again.

somehow it annoyed you more that the only label you have hanging over your head was that you were oikawa's ex and nothing more. 'as if i'm the only ex he's ever had,' you thought, finding it a bit unfair that you could hear your name being the only one that's associated with oikawa.

finally, the program was about to start and everyone had to settle down. you were relieved, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. iwaizumi noticed this, and raised a brow at you as his way of asking, "what's wrong?"

you ended up just smiling at him, lightly shaking your head. although iwaizumi felt a bit worried from that response, if you didn't want to talk about it, he's going to let you do as you please.

'i'm supposed to have fun... i shouldn't let them get to me. so what if i'm oikawa's ex? if you look at it in a different way, you can say that he's my ex too.' the thought calmed you down, as you listened to the alumni choir performing.

everything went according to the program: the principal, followed by various members of the faculty, all made their speeches. apparently, a portion of the fees everybody paid for would go to the charity that aoba johsai supports.

games were played, as hilarious photos from the past were flashed on screen. in between, members of certain clubs would go up and perform. somehow, you got dragged into that as well, able to relive your high school self with ease. your friends wholeheartedly supported you, and you find yourself smiling at them.

however, from the corner of your eye, you were certain there was this lady in a dark red dress, rolling her eyes at you and proceeded to whisper to those beside her. as you got off the platform, your eyes locked with her, a stern look on your face.

as you returned to your seat, iwaizumi and the two other guys pat your back.

"y/n, you were awesome!" hanamaki gave you a thumbs up, while matsukawa nods, the shades he wore sliding down his nose bridge. iwaizumi hands you a drink, a small smile on his face. then, he murmurs, "that trashykawa's still not here. is he even attending?"

you shrug your shoulders, assuming he was only talking to you. "not sure, haven't received anything from him." then you sigh, leaning on your seat. the three guys sent oikawa a message, reminding him that he's terribly late.

meanwhile, the host went from table to table, asking random questions such as the person's favorite teacher, or their funniest memory. until, the lady in red was handed the microphone, to answer the question, "what's your favorite memory with your high school crush?"

"my seatmate was my crush so... everyday was a favorite memory!"

the host tried to pry her for an answer about who the crush is, and she only says, "i think... he's not here... yet," then she looks at you again, you know she was sending you a look, and you hated how that woman had the guts to be so petty.

'a child in an adult's body...' you mocked her in your mind, before taking a sip from your glass. now that you look at her, you recognized that face, though you couldn't recall what her name was.

"it's oikawa..." you blurt out as a way to answer the “mystery” that the woman was putting up, that everyone on that table turned to look at you with a questioning look.

"the trash isn't replying to us, but replies to you?" hanamaki was first to speak, and your eyes remain on that red lady. "nah, i'm talking about that girl." you nodded in her direction, before continuing, "she's been a fan of oikawa maybe since birth, i don't know. she hates me very much, been sending me nasty glares all afternoon. i think she's also the one spreading shit about us,"

"us...? you mean...?"

you shrug, "overheard it back in the restroom. they think i'm in some sort of nasty relationship with you virgin dumbasses, and thinks it's why oikawa broke up with me."

hanamaki groans, a string of complaints out his mouth; matsukawa shakes his head and slumps back in his seat; and iwaizumi's frown deepens, his fists clenching until knuckles went white. the three others in your table shared looks, choosing to remain quiet instead. you caught their reactions in time before letting a small smile spread across your lips.

"just kidding! damn it, why's it so boring..." then, turning to iwaizumi, you excuse yourself, fed up of the shit you had to endure so far. you head outside the hall, somewhere around the lobby and sat on one of the vacant chairs. from there you had a good view of the clear night sky, the silence and beauty it held calming your nerves.

you felt your phone vibrate in your purse, and you took it out, expecting it was oikawa–for which, you chastise yourself. why you even thought of that one person that's making this evening unbearable, was beyond you.

you were quite relieved to see atsumu's name, 'what perfect timing,' you thought. the little chat with the blonde setter somehow brought your mood up, a smile resting idly on your lips.

then, you hear footsteps coming your way, which got you into thinking it was just either hanamaki or iwaizumi that came to look for you, that you inevitably had to look up.

however, your eyes were met with warm, brown ones you were all too familiar with. everything around you just seemed to stop, and you were glued to your seat as you stare up at this boy–no, this man before you.

you quickly notice the changes–you had to tilt your head even higher now; he surely has been working out, training, perhaps often under the sun; an air of true confidence surrounded him, an “i-know-i’m-good, you-know-it-too” vibe; and there was something with the glint in his eyes that made you think, 'he's been through a lot; he's matured; he's changed.'

and then, he smiles.

not the smile he gives when girls flock over to him; not his mr. heartbreaker-smile–it wasn't even forced nor did it feel out of place.

it scared you, how much you knew that smile of his. you knew, you both knew, that that was the smile he's always and only reserved for you–

during every date, during that time you got the highest grade in an exam you worked so hard for, after every game, after moments you just showed your love for each other–it was that smile.

and it never failed to make you feel special.

and that never changed. even until now, in that moment, where everything suddenly fit into place.

it was as if he was just gone for a day, and suddenly he's back... he's home.

in that short moment, you felt a bubbly feeling in your stomach and a comforting warmth spreading throughout your chest, rising to your neck, which tinted your ears and probably your cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

oh no, you were kinda regretting having to attend the reunion.

...were you really?

oikawa tooru's lips parted once, twice, in an attempt to speak, but was cut off when his name was suddenly called.

"oi, oikawa! glad you could make it," iwaizumi greets him, immediately hitting his best friend with a not-so-playful punch to the shoulder as soon as he closed the distance between them.

you stood up, looking at iwaizumi, and at iwaizumi only, "i'll go get the other two," you murmur before rushing your way back into the banquet hall. you quickly pulled out your phone, checking your face to see if you were too red because you felt too hot.

everything that happened next came out as a blur:

you told matsukawa and hanamaki of oikawa's arrival, some fan overheard it, and went after you three after dragging with her a few others; you managed to convince them, specifically iwaizumi, that you'll take a photo of them together;

oikawa then, being welcomed by even more squeals, as you stood off to the side, never anywhere too near him, in silence; which progressed into him, giving out a speech;

then, there was dinner, with idle, today's-weather conversations between you and him; that red lady approaching him, which he brushed off as quick as he could.

the other three tried to play it out as comfortable as possible, but you felt that they were on guard. but for what? you weren't about to break down anyway. no big deal, just reuniting with an ex you haven't seen in two years, an ex you actually saw a future with, who seems to be doing fine, who seemed to have been okay through the years that you were gone. no big deal.

but those walls you've built, those walls you prided yourself in that you knew even date tech would fold and praise you for; all it took to break through them was his smile. all the thoughts, all the memories you've pushed to the back of your mind resurfaced and it all pointed to one fact alone:

you missed oikawa tooru. you thought you were ready to face him without feeling anything. and you thought wrong. and somehow, being this close to him again, fingers barely brushing against each other on the table, stealing glances–it all just felt right.

that's why, as you now sit in the KTV room: hanamaki scream-singing, iwaizumi grumbling, matsukawa with a lazy grin on his face as he refilled your glass, oikawa leaning casually on his seat across you; you found yourself, a glass of alcohol after the other, more than singing any of your favorite songs.

you were so preoccupied with your current situation, that you left your phone unattended, buried in your purse, vibrating every once in a while, notification after notification from a certain someone checking on you. and soon, alcohol has gotten its way into your system, and you thought you could handle it.

you thought you could handle a drinking match with hanamaki.

you thought you could handle a conversation with oikawa without feeling something heavy in your chest, or averting your eyes too quickly, or discreetly pinching the side of your thigh.

you thought you could handle the way his eyes never left you, just occasionally glancing at the others or at the screen, even as he sang your favorite song that he used to hate.

you didn't feel like crying, even as you felt a lump in your throat. 'must be the alcohol,' you mused, over and over, until you crouch down, arms folded on the table to cradle your head, and possibly, your heavy heart.

"y/n? oi, y/n," you hear one of them–iwaizumi–but you were too tired, too done for the night to respond or even lift your head up. soon, all the noise died down, and everything was pitch black.

you couldn't be more happy to welcome the darkness your lids had to offer.

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