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A request promt from drabble #58 with Takeda an angst + fluff in the end. I’m sorry for requesting so many but you really hit a spot in me that I always do this to you. I really love youuuuu *throws cookie hearts everywhere*

Don’t be sorry! I love getting requests and I’m beyond pleased to be able to write in such a way that touches your heart so much. I love you too and thank you for the cookie hearts! Thanks for requesting our dear sensei, he really doesn’t get enough love so I’m glad to provide it!

Ittetsu Takeda – Prompt #58 – “I’ve been in love with you my
entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”

“Takeda-san? It’s so
nice to meet you, I’m ____ , ______.” He’d never met someone so immediately
friendly and welcoming.

“Takeda-san! Let’s
play house! You be the dad and I’ll be the mom!” Ittetsu blushed furiously but
couldn’t deny you anything so agreed to the embarrassing game despite the rest
of the neighborhood boys teasing him.

“Let’s sit next to
each other on the bus, Takeda-san. I always feel better when you’re close by.”
Words spoken so innocently yet they filled the bespectacled boy’s heart with
pride. Now if only he felt brave enough to tell you how he felt. But, he
reasoned, I have three years, surely before then…

“Can you believe it,
Takeda-san? I got into my dream school! I’m going to America!” Your news
shattered his heart that day but he smiled as brightly as possible, allowing
himself a little bit longer hug to “celebrate”. Now he couldn’t tell you how he felt.

Ittetsu’s hands shook
reading the invitation. A part of him he’d rather not focus on was glad he’d
have to decline; he just couldn’t afford the time or money to go to America for
your wedding. But he made sure to buy one of the more expensive items on your registry,
reasoning he was making up for all the birthdays and holidays he missed sending
you anything.

The day of your
wedding, Takeda-sensei is throwing himself more into work and trying to help at
practice with the boys more to distract himself. This was it, a lifetime’s
amount of love wasted because he was too chicken to ever tell you how he felt.

These memories come flooding back the moment Takeda lays
eyes on you. He’d no idea you’d returned to Japan, much less that you’d be working
at the same school as him. Stepping out of his haze, his hand reaches forward
of its own accord, his voice asking, “_____-san?” as he touches your shoulder.

Turning, your eyes go wide at the sight of your childhood
best friend. For a moment, you’re frozen but then forgetting where you are
spring into his arms, hugging him tightly. Your fellow teachers either scoff or
snicker at the very public display of affection between two people who they,
until a few seconds ago, presumed were strangers.

Stammering in shock and slight embarrassment, Takeda pulls
back to look at your face, forcing his hands to release your arms. “What are
you doing here?” he asks bewildered.

“I came back!” you say cheerfully, eyes shining.

There’s not really time to get the whole story, not when
both of you have classes to teach but Takeda gets enough of his wits about him
to acquire your phone number, promising to call at the end of the work day so
you can make plans to catch up.

The day seems to crawl from that point on but eventually its
duties are done and Takeda is nervously dialing your number.

“Hello?” your soft
voice says.

“Hello, _____-san, it’s
Takeda. I wanted to see if you’d still like to get together tonight?”

Your enthusiastic affirmative response makes him smile but
it drops away when you add, “I’m so
excited for you to meet Paul!” It takes him a second to realize you’re
talking about your husband. Feigning his own enthusiasm, Takeda suggests a
simple dinner at a small café in town. Agreeing you get the location from him
and ring off, saying you can’t wait to see him. Hanging up from the call, he
lets out a long sigh. What else did he expect? Of course you would bring your
husband!

Later that evening, Takeda arrives a little early, getting a
table for three near the back for privacy. Not too long after he’s situated you
arrive, pulling behind you a tall, imposing looking man. How in the world did
you end up with someone so…serious?

Standing, Takeda bows his greeting, then extends his hand. “Good
evening, you must be Paul, I’m Takeda Ittetsu, it’s very nice to finally meet
you,” he offers. Paul shakes his hand firmly, murmuring a similar sentiment but
the Japanese teacher can tell he’s just saying what’s expected of him. Which he
can’t exactly fault him for, since Takeda is doing the same thing.

As you settle into your seat, you and Takeda begin talking,
catching up on all the years of events and happenings since you last saw each
other. You’d tried to stay in contact after you left for America but both of
you had fallen short on your promise to stay best friends forever. However, as
he sits reminiscing with you and laughing, Takeda feels like no time has gone
by at all. Which is both great and awful, because he feels his long-buried
feelings for you bubbling to the surface.

Across the table, he can see out of the corner of his eye
Paul sitting back, arms crossed with a scowl on his face and wonders again how
someone as bright and loving as you could be tied to someone so obviously
negative.

To your credit, you’re trying to draw him into the
conversation but Paul isn’t making it easy, offering one word answers or grunts
in response to your questions or requests for opinions. Takeda works hard not
to frown at the man but it’s getting increasingly difficult. He keeps his focus
on you, your eyes, your face, the lovely lilt of your laughter, all of it
pushing his heart more into a blender.

Suddenly, in the middle of his story about Hinata and
Kageyama’s fight, Paul leans his forearm on the table, other arm wrapping
around your waist as he says bluntly, “You know, I finally figured you out. You’re
in love with my wife, aren’t you?”

It’s so unexpected that both you and Takeda sit staring with
wide eyes and slightly gapping mouths.

You’re the first to recover, smacking Paul’s arm, tone split
between incredulity and embarrassment, “What are you talking about Paul?
Takeda-san and I are just friends!” Your emphasis on the word “friends” causes
Ittetsu to flinch, an action not missed by the hyper aware husband.

“Ha, friends my ass, he wants you so much and you’re just
feeding him, the poor bastard,” he goes on.

Now your tone is angry as you reply, “Paul, stop it! This is
not the time or the place or the person to be jealous of!”

Your words make Takeda believe this isn’t the first time
Paul has accused someone of being interested in his wife but he oddly hopes it’s
the first time he’s been right.

You’re going on but Paul cuts you off, “Are you really so
stupid as to not see when someone wants you? Or do you just not care and like to
lead them on and piss me off by playing dumb?”

Clenching his firsts, Takeda stands up, slamming them on the
table. “That’s enough!” he says firmly, drawing your gaze away from your
husband to his face. Paul’s expression is smug satisfaction. Looking at you,
Takeda takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, _____-san, but I won’t say it’s not
true. I’ve been lying to you for so long but I won’t lie anymore. I’ve been in love with you my entire life.
Ever since the first day I met you.” He glances back at Paul, eyes
hardening, “You don’t deserve her and how she ended up with someone so arrogant
and selfish I’ll never know.”

Throwing down some money, he steps away from the table.
Bowing low to you he says, “My apologies, ______-san, but I’ll be going now. It
was lovely to see you again.”

Walking purposefully, other patrons’ eyes following him,
Takeda makes it outside before his entire body starts shaking. How could he do
that? It’s obvious Paul has jealousy issues and now any problems in your marriage
resulting from them are just going to get worse because the two of you work
together and-

“Takeda-san?”

Ittetsu whirls around at the sound of your voice, eyes
widening at your face drenched in tears. He doesn’t hesitate, surging forward
and gathering you in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your hair.

“Don’t be,” you hiccup, pulling back to look at him. “Things
have been going downhill with Paul for a while now. He…he cheated on me and
even though we’ve been going to counseling he keeps waiting for me to retaliate
by cheating on him. So any man who shows even the remotest interest in me,
whether I’m aware of it or not, he harps on. I had hoped coming to Japan would
help, you know, like a fresh start?”

You shake your head, more tears falling which Takeda thumbs
away. When had he moved his hands to your face? But you don’t seem to mind, leaning
into his touch. “Tonight was just the last straw. He…he’s going back to America
to file for the divorce.”

“Oh, ______-san, I’m so sorry,” Takeda says and he means it.
He may not like Paul but he can see this is hurting you badly.

“It…it wasn’t all bad, you know?” you choke out, fresh tears
pouring down. “We…we were really happy for a while. But I wasn’t enough…I tried
so hard…but I’m not enough.”

Takeda leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead before
murmuring against your skin, “You are more
than enough, you’re perfect.”

Sighing, you wrap your arms around his waist, face nuzzling
into his chest. Takeda almost stops breathing at the action but pulls you
closer. You stay like that for a few moments before drawing back, arms still
gripping one another’s.

“Takeda-san, I…I don’t know if…if you’re willing to wait
but-“

His finger covers your lips, eyes focused on yours. Smiling
he says, “I’ve already waited my whole life, a little bit longer is nothing.”

Aah! I just noticed your new list of things! If you’d rather not do the kisses, how about an imagine of the reader waking up next to Akaashi(HQ), Oikawa, and Kenma (separately, of course) for the first time, and it being so early into the relationship that they don’t really know if they should stay or go?

Akaashi: You hadn’t
meant to fall asleep at Akaashi’s house, and on his bed no less, but the marathon
study session had done you in. To your surprise, he’s next to you, still asleep
and rolled as far against the wall as possible, ever the gentleman. Feeling
guilty for making him stay in that position all night, you roll quietly away,
trying to get up without waking him. A hand on your wrist startles you. “It’s
still early, you don’t have to go,” his sleepy voice says, eyes barely open. As
you settle back down he asks, “Would it be ok if I held you?” You nod and he
moves away from the wall, curling into your warmth.  

Oikawa: After the loss
to Karasuno, Oikawa is much more clingy than usual, begging for his ____-chan
to hold him. Neither of you had count on falling asleep. As his usual early
alarm sounds you both bolt awake. Silencing the offending mechanism, Oikawa
groans, arm covering his eyes, and you’re concerned it’s because he found you
still in his bed. “Do you want me to leave, Tooru?” you ask softly. He whips
his head towards you. “Of course not!” Pulling you back down and properly
encasing you in the covers he murmurs in your hair, “This morning is only good because
you’re here.”

Kenma: Both being avid
gamers, it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that you and Kenma would fall asleep
while binge playing the newest RPG. You wake up, blushing profusely when Kenma’s
sleeping visage comes into view, a startled squeak escaping your lips making
him open his eyes. He blushes just as hard as you but when you move to leave,
offering apologies for making him uncomfortable, he shocks you by wrapping his
arm around your waist. “Quite the opposite,” he yawns, “I don’t think I’ve ever
slept that well.”

No. 20 “A Heated Argument”, Tsukishima pls 😊 i hope u take 2 req from a same person💛

Thank you for sending another in and yes, multiple requests
are fine. For being such a sweetie and dealing with me being overly picky I’ll
give you Tsukishima, Usiwaka and Midorima (one of my personal faves, yea!) for
this one. Thanks again for participating!

Imagine Prompt #20 – A Heated Argument

  • Tsukishima: During the heat of the moment, it isn’t uncommon
    for Tsukishima to throw out an insult, his being the worst because he knows
    exactly what to say to really hurt people. He’ll regret it, but won’t admit it and it takes a while for him to apologize, especially if you said something
    hurtful as well. Don’t expect him to come to you, he’s a pretty prideful boy.
    But if you get the ball of conversation started again, he’ll bury the hatchet,
    albeit brusquely. 
    • “Why are we even still talking about this? That was a stupid
      argument anyway.“ The only indication of an apology is a kiss to the top of
      your head and him squeezing your hand.
  • Ushijima: It’s fairly impossible to get Ushijima worked up
    enough to get heated. If anything, you’ll be the one to start yelling because
    you feel his one word answers indicate he’s not invested in what began as a
    discussion, or at least the attempt of one. Always one to speak his mind, when
    you make mention of not caring anymore he’ll think the issue is over with. It
    will take Tendou advising him you’re upset. 
    • “Tendou told me you’re still mad,
      why? I thought you said you were fine.” 
    • “I’m not, I just couldn’t argue
      anymore.” 
    • “Oh.” After a pause he’ll ask, “Why were we arguing?” 
    • Hugging his
      around his waist you’ll sigh, “It doesn’t matter anymore Ushijima.” And this
      time you mean it because it really doesn’t.
  • Midorima: Most likely your argument will be over something
    to do with Oha Asa and how because of your signs not meshing that day you need to stay away from each other. If you snap about how ridiculous he’s being, he’ll be thoroughly insulted and storm off,
    muttering something about rechecking your blood type. At the end of the day, it
    will take you going to him and apologizing. Though he doesn’t feel the need to
    apologize, per se, he may just take a little more time explaining his
    philosophy to you, just to avoid another unpleasant confrontation. After all,
    he reasons, information acquisition is the beginning of understanding.  

Can I have no. 7 for Tsukishima? ty❤

After further consideration, one character is fine for these requests. Apologies, sometimes admins have their brains too full to still function properly. You’re a doll and thank you for asking for this salty boy!

Tsukishima Kei – Imagine Prompt #7 – Exercise


Having a high metabolism, Tsukishima never needed to
exercise frequently and until joining Karasuno’s volleyball team didn’t really
bother with it. He barely bothered with it even then, saving his energy for
when he was forced to run, practice
or do punishments for losing practice matches. It isn’t until after his
confrontation with Yamaguchi and starting to practice on his own that he
realizes he needs to up his personal routine. Now he looks up specialized
exercises for his fingers, hands, ankles and feet. Occasionally he adds in
weight training for general strength improvement, but narrows his focus and
efforts to enhancing the portions of his body most used during his role as
middle blocker.  

Me again. Lol may I request… Kasamatsu, Hanamiya, Yamazaki, Kagami, Kiyoshi, and Azumane reacting to their s/o coming up to them while they are laying down (on their back) and blowing a raspberry on their exposed stomach? Pretty please~?

Thank you for such an original request, it made me giggle. Also, thanks for bringing some  Kirisaki Daīchi boys into the mix, it’s my first time writing them so I hope I did ok.

Kasamatsu: The moment
your lips touch his skin he’s trying to pull away and as you blow the raspberry
his hands grab your shoulders. Spluttering and red faced as he pushes you up he asks, “Why would
you do that?”

Hanamiya: As you go to move
away from his stomach, your cheeky grin falls away as he growls out holding
your head in place, “If you’re down there anyway, use your mouth on something else
a bit lower.”

Yamazaki: Lets loose a
strangle gasp then covers up his embarrassment by flipping you onto your back
and nipping your neck in retaliation. Now in this position, he doesn’t really
mind you giving him a literal jump start.

Kagami: Face goes as red
as his hair. “______, what the hell?” he chokes out, yanking his shirt back
down. Really, how could someone who looks so good be so shy?

Kiyoshi: Belly laughs
because he’s so ticklish. Upon this discovery, you try to get his sides but he
grabs your wrists and tugs you up grabbing a kiss.

Azumane: Bless this poor
cinnamon roll, he rolls away grasping his stomach, accidentally kneeing you in
the side in the process. The next few hours are spent with him apologizing
profusely while never losing the blush on his cheeks.

Hello darling! If it’s not too much trouble could you do 7, 8, and 14 for the kissing prompts with Bokuto? If you only want to do two then could you please do numbers 7 and 14. I can’t wait for the completed writing, Thank you a million! -(One of you’re biggest supporters, Admin Sunshine)

Oh my dear Sunshine, thank you so much for this request and your
sweet words. I hope this makes your day a bit brighter!

Koutarou Bokuto

#7: running their thumb over the other’s lips

#8: when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other
person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

#14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

“If you keep staring at her, I’m going to peg you on the
next serve,” Akaashi warns Bokuto.

“But Akaaaashii,” whines the ace, “she’s so pretty! I mean,
how can I not look at her?”

“Do it on your own time, we need to practice,” the setter
returns evenly.

However, even scolding from his best friend can’t fully deter
the ace from stealing glances in your direction. Ever since you joined as the
team’s manager this year, his large eyes frequently found themselves glued to
you. Either you were completely oblivious or simply ignored his attention
because you never seemed to notice.

It was late, practice having run long in preparation for
Nationals, but Bokuto was still at it, practicing spike, after spike after
spike until Akaashi finally told him enough was enough.

“My finger tips are getting numb Bokuto and you need to rest
too. We’ll pick it back up tomorrow,” he said, grabbing his bag and walking out
of the gym ignoring the protests of the ace.

“Damn it,” he says grabbing a towel and wiping his brow. He
knows Akaashi is right but he needs to be perfect, needs to have everything dialed
in. He’s pent up and excited, eager for next week when the games officially
begin. The sound of squeaking wheels draws his attention away from his own
plight and he sees you wheeling the ball cart out. Silently, you begin picking up
the balls, walking back and forth across the gym to gather the mess he and
Akaashi made.

Feeling guilty as he realizes this is not the first time
this happened, he makes his way to the other side of the net.

“You did really well today Bokuto-san,” you say with a soft
smile, the one that makes his heart jump higher than Hinata.

He grins. “Hey, hey, hey! Of course, I did, I’m the ace
after all,” he bellows making you giggle.

To everyone else, Bokuto’s behavior can be rather annoying but
you think he’s cute. And it’s not like he doesn’t have reason to be proud; he’s
really that good. You just wish he could keep a handle on the swing of his
emotions, not so much for your sake but for his own.

Bending down, Bokuto picks up a few of the volleyballs,
easily tossing them into the cart. With his help, the task is finished in half
the time.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” you say, a
slightly blush to your cheeks. “I know you must be exhausted,” you add.

“Nah, I’m fine, plus, it’s my fault you stayed late in the
first place,” he says a little quieter than normal. He follows as you wheel the
cart into the storage room. Once inside, he watches as you fold the towels just
brought back from the laundry, their clean scent rather refreshing in the
enclosed space. Deciding he wants to spend more time with you one on one,
Bokuto grabs a towel himself, trying to fold it.

Seeing how poorly he’s doing, you giggle again taking the
fluffy material from his hands, the graze of your fingers against his making
his pulse race. “You’d think you’d never done laundry before,” you tease
correctly folding then placing the towel on the shelf.

Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his head. “Well, I kinda don’t,
my mom tried to get me to but one time of me ruining a whole load of whites by
turning them grey made her banish me from all laundry duty.”

You laugh out loud, partially spitting out some of the water
you’d just taken a sip of. Without thinking, Bokuto trails his thumb over your
lips to wipe away the excess water, the action and touch drawing a slight gasp
from you. Leaving his hand on your cheek, he leans forward, entranced by how
soft your lips feel. When he realizes what he’s doing, Bokuto draws back again
but your hand grasping his free one stops all motion.

Looking into your eyes, he can’t believe it when you whisper
hoarsely, “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, mouth covering yours with his own, and
both hands wrapping into your hair. He can taste your coconut lip gloss when
his tongue grazes your bottom lip. He’s surprised when you open up to him
easily, tongue moving out to meet his, the connection making him moan lowly.

Bokuto wonders if maybe he’s dreaming especially when your
hands wander under the back of his shirt, finger nails lightly scratching his
skin. His own hands trail the edge of yours, thumbs drawing little circles
against your flesh.

Things are escalating quickly, a bit too much, so you both
pull away heaving heavy breaths.

“Sorry,” you both say at the same time but then laugh.

“I mean, I’m not sorry for kissing you,” Bokuto says
quickly, grasping your hands.

You smile. “I know, me either.”

“Y/N, would you…would you consider going out with me?” You’ve
never heard Bokuto speak so softly.

Leaning up, you kiss him gently. “If you couldn’t tell after
that kiss how much I like you, you really are a simpleton.” You laugh when he
pouts, pecking your lips against his protruding lips. “Of course I’ll go out
with you silly.” Your answer drives away his gloom instantly, your own lips
widening in a big smile when he lifts you into a giant bear hug.

Hi~ I was wondering if I could send in an Ask for Bokuto, Azumane, Kageyama, (from Haikyuu) Okamura, Hayakawa, and Kasamatsu (KnB)… the scenario being their reactions to having their crush sit on their lap for a long car ride due to lack of seating… (not necessarily nsfw reactions, I imagine their reactions would be pretty amusing though XD) Please and thank you. :3

Hello there! Thank you
so much for adhering to my request
for a different genre of ask. It’s only the second one I’ve received so I appreciate it. This made me grin and I really hope I hit their
personalities well in this. 

“Hey,
______-chan, sorry for the lack of space, we miscounted the seats. But I’m sure
_______ won’t mind you sitting in his lap!”

Bokuto: Tenses up his
ridiculously firm thighs as you sit down; how could Akaashi do this to him?!
His eyes are wide, nerves very apparent on his face since this precious owl
doesn’t hide his emotions at all.
He can only be thankful that you’re facing away from him.

Azumane: If he hasn’t
passed out after initial contact of your cute (he’s noticed, so sue him) butt
to his legs, having to wrap his arms around you as the car goes over a large
bump to keep you from sliding to the floor almost does him in. He quickly
releases, flustered and apologizing for touching you while you try to calm him
down; he was just being protective after all.

Kageyama: “Here, you can
just have my seat, I’ll take the floor,” he says more firmly than he meant to, still irritated by Hinata’s completely inappropriate
suggestion. As he crouches next to the sliding door of the van, the miniature
middle blocker whispers, “That was your big chance,

Bakageyama!”  He glares at him. “Shut up dumb ass!”

Okamura: Torn between
elation and embarrassment, Okamura awkwardly pats his lap in invitation to
Tatsuya’s suggestion. As you take a seat, he makes sure to keep his hands
firmly gripping the seat lest he accidentally touch you inappropriately given the
size of his hands.

Hayakawa: He’s talking
so fast and mixing up his words so you can’t understand him. Does he want you to sit on his lap or not?
Finally, a whack to the back of his head from his captain gets him to shut up
after which he tugs you onto his lap. Well, apparently he’s fine with it.  

Kasamatsu: Turns three
shades of red, almost fainting when you reply, “Oh good, thanks Kasamatsu-san!”
Once your comfortably in his lap, he has to remind himself to breathe. Can this
van not go any faster?!

Reactions of Ushiwaka, Bokuto, Kise and Kasamatsu when their girlfriend accidentally touches their crotch? 😁

This made me snort laugh when I read the request, so funny! Thank you for sending it in and I hope you like it!

Ushiwaka: The only indication he’s even affected is the
slight rising of his eyebrows followed by a blunt, “Was that on
purpose?” She ends up blushing more than him while shaking her head.

Bokuto: “Hey, hey, hey! What’re you doing?!” When
she offers flustered apologies, and lets him know it was a mistake, Bokuto
hopes his knee jerk reaction won’t deter her from doing that on purpose someday.

Kise: “________-cchi, are you trying to tell me
something?” he teases making her flush bright red and shake her head. He
pouts a bit, disappointed the contact wasn’t intentional but forgoes further
teasing; he wants her to do it again.

Kasamatsu: Can’t even speak he’s so shocked and flustered so
instead he grabs her wrist and stares at her with wide eyes. Once she explains
it was an accident, his heart rate decreases but only slightly. Intentional or
not, he’ll be thinking about that touch for weeks.

Oh oh could you please do 12 from kisses prompt for Oikawa? I have no idea why but I want him pouty/angsty asdfghjkl Thank you and I hope you have a nice day! 😊❤

I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. 😀

Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced
inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before
they kiss someone pulls them back apart.


“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You
pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from
him. What is he even doing here? He
hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the
first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant
grates on your nerves.

The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your
shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently,
you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He
understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you
he can be better.

Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him
with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.

Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk
to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds,
“Alone?”

“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.

“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give
in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.

You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re
sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try
again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at
your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru
following in your wake.

Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down
considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping
beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you
stop next to a window, looking out of it.

Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the
expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you
are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says,
“______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”

Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes
blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything
that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”

Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite
façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it
would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling
everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you
know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”

“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act
like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”

“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be
expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you
should have told me!”

“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”

Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this
conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the
carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from
your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm
around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He
hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus,
counteracting gravity is no easy feat.  

Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes,
breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to
your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more
than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went
from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.

Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just
kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you
since words obviously aren’t working.

He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re
wrenched backwards out of his arms.

He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at
him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad
idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you
along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”

Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan
leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because
for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you
back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.