#these people wre so fucking annoying and stupid

[sp-bf]

god fucking hell

[apollostears]

MY TYPE [ t. oikawa ]

↬︎ anime: haikyuu

↬︎ pairing: tooru oikawa x black!reader

↬︎ warning(s): swearing

PLOT. oikawa has a dumb blond moment big time.

“stop talking to me. people might start to think i actually like you.” you told tooru oikawa that afternoon on your way to your next class.

oikawa was hanging around you like a cloud over your head and it was annoying. the two of you never had a great relationship and it started when you moved to the prefecture three and a half years ago. iwaizumi liked you, probably slightly more than he did his best friend. but tooru? he borderline hated you and you kept that same energy with him.

oikawa held a lazy smirk on his lips as he casually slung an arm over your shoulder cheekily. “don’t be like that y/n. besides, no one would suspect i’d actually feel that way for you. you aren’t my type.”

the aoba johsai setter’s words stung like a bee and you found yourself feeling a lot more hurt than you should have. scoffing loudly, you stopped in your tracks to push oikawa’s arm off of you and glare at him.

“you aren’t anyone’s type.” you bit back before heading into the classroom.

oikawa stood in the hallway, dumbfounded by your words and how strongly they were said. did he offend you? and, why did he care if he did?

“oi! quit looking stupid and get to class.” iwaizumi scolded, suddenly popping oikawa in the back of the head.

the brunette boy frowned, forgetting about what just happened to pout at his friend. “owww!! iwa-kun that hurt!” he whined, rubbing his head.

iwaizumi glared and his friend begrudgingly headed into his classroom. you ignored him that whole period. even when he had threw pieces of paper at you, attempts to get your attention. and you continued to ignore him the rest of the day and for another two days after that until the pretty-boy setter got fed up.

you had no real idea why you were mad at him. it was just another petty insult that you usually brushed off with no problem. maybe it was because that was the first time he ever insulted your love life. even still, that thought confused you even more because why would you care? it made you mad at how upset you were with him when you didn’t truly know why.

thus, that is why you continued to ignore the king of aoba johsai. and he did not like that...

“dude, what is your problem?” oikawa had confronted you one day before class.

your hand continued doodling in the yellow journal as you lazily acknowledged him. “nothing. what did you need tooru?”

the dryness of your tone and lack of shitty nickname for him, raised alarms in oikawa’s head. the teen felt like he was discovering a new species of animal as he peered down at you in utter confusion.

“i don’t like this. where is y/n and what did you do to them?!” oikawa’s loud, and dramatic, voice gained the attention of some students in the class.

annoyed, you dropped your pen and huffed. “i’m right here. i just don’t have the energy to deal with you anymore tooru, i’m sorry.” however, you wre anything but apologetic.

and as you resumed your previous task, oikawa stood dumbfounded as he struggled to grasp the new information. energy? to deal? with him??

this was worse than he thought.

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“that’s the third time you’ve messed up a set. one more than usual, what’s wrong?” iwaizumi hajime asked his best friend later that day at practice.

oikawa had a pitiful frown on his face, one he’s worn since the day you guys had the falling out. it was troubling the elite team of players and none of them knew what to do. it was so odd to see him upset for this long.

“y/n.” he muttered, the crease between his eyebrows deepening at the thought of you.

a lightbulb went off in his head the minute the ace heard your name. so that’s what this was about...something iwaizumi could easily handle.

“what did your dumbass say?” iwaizumi asked, arms folded as the two headed to the bench while the team was on break.

oikawa’s eyes widened in surprise at iwa’s automatic assumption. “ah! why does it have to be me?!”

the vice-captain rolled his eyes, “because it’s always you.”

oikawa grumbled in distaste but didn’t object. sighing heavily, he turned serious. with a thoughtful look on his face, oikawa recounted the last conversation he had with you prior to the one today.

“wait, wait you said what?!”

oikawa raised an eyebrow in surprise at iwaizumi’s sudden reaction. “that they weren’t my typeeee? what’s the issue?”

there were several moments in iwaizumi’s life that made him want to strangle his friend. this was one of those moments.

“baka! you’re really that dense that you don’t see how in love with you they are?”

the setter’s mouth dropped open in shock. love?? you?? no way.

“stop playing around iwa-chan. there’s no way they have feelings for me. do you not see how much they hate me?”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes and smacked his face. “they only did that because you were such a jerk to them when y’all first met.”

oikawa’s face screwed up in confusion. why wasn’t this making sense? what was iwaizumi trying to say?

“iwa-kun, i’m not understanding.” oikawa spoke, looking dense as ever.

the vice captain rolled his eyes and bonked oikawa’s head. “ah! stop being a meanie!! they like you!!”

....oh shit.

oikawa took off running, leaving behind his teammates to go find you. it was cliché, but tooru oikawa loved clichés. the wind nipped at him a bit as he ran to your place, but it helped him think. he understood now that the things he did to you, were just to hide his true feelings. he liked you and if you liked him, then why not try?

turning the corner on your street, oikawa approached your house and knocked on your door without another thought. the pattering of feet put oikawa back in the present and he suddenly felt nervous.

a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time...

before he could chicken out, the door opened and there you were. for the first time since acknowledging his dormant feelings for you, oikawa felt flutters in his stomach and his cheeks started to burn.

“oikawa? what are you doing here?” you asked, growing more confused the longer you questioned his presence.

like a balloon, oikawa’s eyes grew as he stumbled over words. “uh...i came to say sorry? yea-yeah to apologize! for what happened earlier this week. i shouldn’t have said that.”

fuck! get it together tooru! oikawa scolded himself internally at his childish approach. this was a foreign feeling for him, not knowing what to say or how to act.

unbeknownst to him, you found this situation a little amusing. for as long as you had known him, the pretty setter of aoba joshai had always been cool and collected, only feeling flustered when iwaizumi would scold him. this—this was new.

“but you meant it though; i’m not your type.”

oikawa huffed in annoyance, not at you but at himself. “no! at least, i thought you weren’t but iwaizumi helped me realize that you were exactly my type. i didn’t notice how much of a jackass i was to you at first, i just thought you hated me so i hated you back. when, in reality, you were only treating me how i treated you.”

you were intrigued now, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “what are you saying?”

with a deep breath, oikawa confessed. “i like you, y/n, and if you’re willing i’d love to give us a try.”

a laugh, a true laugh, pushed past your lips and your head was throw back in glee. oikawa didn’t know this and felt extremely embarrassed, instantly regretting confessing.

“you’re real cute, you know that tooru? a pain in my ass, but a cute one.” you teased, finally stepping out of your house and onto the porch with him.

oikawa smiled and shrugged. “iwaizumi says the same. so...does this mean you’ll give us a try?”

you pretended to think before giving an answer. “yeah, why not. however, you gotta get rid of them hoes.”

“not a problem at all. you the only hoe i need.”

“TOORU!”

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