A little instruction

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So….a number of Sundays ago I submitted an ask talking about Kageyama getting sex tips from Oikawa, in that Oikawa was in the room while Kageyama and his girlfriend were having sex. I was anon for some reason so I don’t know if anyone remember it lol.

Anyway, the idea stuck with me and wouldn’t leave and turned into this MASSIVE thing I’m presenting here.

Warning for a bit of shaming (nothing overt but it’s there).

-Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

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“Can you repeat that? Wait, let me get my phone,” Oikawa says, smirk firmly in place.

Kageyama’s face flames brighter.“Oikawa-san, please!” He bows, body angled to a perfect 90 degrees.

The former setter of Seijoh stares at the top of his head, expression morphing to consternation. This scenario feels all too familiar to a random afternoon years ago when Tobio had no idea how to draw potential from his freakish middle blocker. He crosses his arms. “Why me?”

Kageyama stands upright, but is unable to meet his eyes to those of his former senpai. “I don’t…I don’t have anyone else to ask,” he admits.

“What? None of your precious crows knows how to-“

“It’s not that!” shouts the dark haired boy. Breathing hard, he finally meets his eyes to Oikawa’s. “They’re my friends…but I can’t ask them this.”

“So you trust me…over them…with this?”

Kageyama takes a deep breath. “You already look down on me. I…I have no more pride or dignity to lose with you. And if asking for help make things better with ____ , then I’ll do it.”

Oikawa’s mouth is open, ready to tell him he can take his pride and shoved it but the sound of her name snapped it shut. Of all the people in the world it has to be her. He stares hard at the blushing young man before him, mind reeling now that he’s revealed just who he’s seeking intimate advice for.

Then a slow, devious smile curls over Oikawa’s lips, his shoulders relaxing.

All of it puts Kageyama on edge.

Just as he’s about to tell him “never mind” Oikawa says, “Fine, I’ll help you out.” Kageyama opens his mouth to thank him only the words get stuck in his throat when he continues with, “But I’m not going to just tell you. I’m going to be there, giving you instruction.”

Kageyama’s mouth opens and closes, words jumbling in his brain. He wants to scream, tell Oikawa to go to hell but he stands silent in shock. “Meet me here,” the brunette says tucking a card in Kageyama’s shirt pocket. “It’s discrete. Be there Friday at 7:00. Don’t be late. Oh and Tobio-chan,” Oikawa looks over his shoulder, “make sure to wear something pretty.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks squeezing Kageyama’s hand.

He nods once roughly, keeping his eyes forward, forcing one foot in front of the other. If he stops now, he won’t make it. But a tug on his hand brings his attention down to her face which shows concern. “We can think of something else Tobio,” she insists.

“We’ve tried everything else, I just, I need help and he’s always been the best at everything so it shouldn’t be any different with this.”

They stand staring at each other on the sidewalk in a part of town neither has ever been to. She takes a deep breath. “Tobio, this…this isn’t like volleyball. It isn’t clinical, or simple or straightforward. It’s sex.” He blushes but she pushes on, “If we do this…there’s no telling the ramifications.”

Kageyama inhales through his nose, dropping his chin to his chest. “I…I want to make you feel good. Oikawa can help me do that.” He sounds a whole lot more confident than he feels.

He starts to walk once more but she pulls him back. “Tobio, there’s something I haven’t told you,” she begins, eyes falling to the ground. Swallowing, she goes on, “I…I know Oikawa, we…we were friends at Seijoh.” His hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at his face, “I really didn’t think you’d go through with this so…when you told me about it I just…are you ok with this? With knowing he and I aren’t strangers? That we have history?”

“What kind of history?” Kageyama’s voice is harsh, his irritation evident.

She shakes her head. “Not the kind you’re thinking.” It isn’t fully a lie, more like a partial truth. Back then, she’d harbored a fierce crush on the setter but never professed her affection, knowing it would be wasted since Oikawa so was dedicated to volleyball. She’d settled for friendship, happy to be one step closer to him than his fangirls.

As the silence between them drags on, she shifts her feet, now unsure of what she wants to happen. She cares about Tobio, may even love him, but their bedroom life is struggling and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

She nods, falling back into step with him.

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At the hotel, Oikawa looks about the room mentally checking off his list.

Condoms? Check. Lube? Check. Sake? Check.

He thought about bringing music but figured it would be too distracting. Pulling the armchair to a more central alignment with the bed he nods satisfaction. Tonight, he thinks, should be interesting if nothing else. That is, if they actually show up. No sooner does he think this last than there is a tentative knock at the door. Oikawa opens it, eyes bright and smile perfect as he looks her straight in the eye. “It’s good to see you, ______-chan.”

It’s his last year, his last chance to make it to Nationals. His last chance to prove that hard work can overcome raw power or genius talent.

It’s his last year to be honest with her.

Walking purposefully, Oikawa is about to round the corner when her voice coupled with Iwaizumi’s gives him pause.

“What about Oikawa-san?” she asks, shutting her locker.

“What do you mean? You like him, right?” Irritation laces Iwaizumi’s tone. “You really should tell him.”

Oikawa thinks his heart is going to leap right out of his chest but her giggled response covers it in ice. “What are you talking about? Oikawa-san and I are just friends, Iwaizumi-san.”

The setter turns tail and swiftly walks away, not seeing the tears held fast in her eyes, the strain of her smile, the quiver of her arms as they hold tightly to her books.

The next day they lose to Karasuno.

She’s even more beautiful than he remembers, the passing years having done wonders at maturing her from girl to woman. This was one of the stupidest impulsive decisions he’s ever made but there’s no way in hell he’s backing down now. He doesn’t care if he has to watch her with another man, Tobio of all of people too, he just wants to.

“So, how do we do this?” Kageyama asks breaking in upon his thoughts.

“First, drinks are in order,” Oikawa says turning to the mini fridge. “You need to loosen up or this is going to be a waste of time.”

“I’m not getting drunk,” Kageyama insists.

“I never said get drunk, Tobio-chan. This will help you and her relax, lower your inhibitions a little so we might actually get somewhere with all this.” He fills three shot glasses with sake, the best he could find. Handing the couple their portion he lifts his own. “Bottoms up, or maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

Kageyama almost chokes on the burning liquid, but ______ is able to get it down no problem, stifling her laughter at Oikawa’s innuendo. He smiles, refilling their glasses and they all drink again.

After a third shot, _____ holds up her hand. “That’s it for me, anymore and I’ll just fall asleep,” she giggles, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It takes all of Oikawa’s self control not to caress one with his palm. He sets the bottle back in the fridge before looking back at the couple who stand a bit awkwardly next to each other.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol but Oikawa feels something akin to concern looking at Tobio’s face. The guy is clearly uncomfortable, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes staring at the wall. _______’s face is no better, her smile falling away. “Sheesh you two, no wonder you have trouble in the bedroom,” he says drawing both their attention to him. “It doesn’t even seem as though you like each other.”

“It’s not like this is easy,” snaps Kageyama. “Have you ever tried having sex in front of someone else?”

Oikawa’s smile gives them both pause. “There’s a reason you came to me, right Tobio-chan?”

Unwilling to consider that line of thinking further, Kageyama huffs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just, can we please get this over with?”

“And that right there is part of the problem,” Oikawa remarks pointing at him. “Is that how you approach this? With an attitude of just getting it over with?”

Kageyama shrugs. “No, I just…I don’t know what to do and so doing anything feels…awkward.”

Sighing, Oikawa steps closer, considering his next move. After a moment he looks at _____. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Eh? What kind of ques-” Kageyama sputters.

“He’s…descent,” admits ________.

“OK, we’ll start there,” their tutor advises. “Tobio-chan, slide back and lie down. ______-chan climb on top of him.”

They get into position, movements a little stiff but once Kageyama has his hands on her waist and looks in her eyes, he momentarily forgets anyone else is even there. Pulling her towards him, he pecks her lips gently. His own are a bit chapped but the feel of them against hers makes her smile.

“Part your lips and suck on her bottom lip, Tobio-chan. Don’t be afraid to touch her, you want to get her going and stimulation is the way to do it,” Oikawa says.

Kageyama does as instructed, taking her bottom lip between his own and sucking lightly.

“Add tongue, wet her up a bit.”

He does so, closing his eyes to focus on making her feel good. His hands wrap into her hair, tugging lightly. “Do what feels right, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says, voice seeming a little more strained.

So he does, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, settling on her neck where he sucks the skin lightly.

“Tobio,” she pants, hips grinding down against his. His cock responds immediately to the subtle friction and suddenly he feels too hot, his clothes itching.

“Graduated already,” Oikawa hums. His voice seems both near and far to Kageyama’s lust and slightly alcohol fuzzed brain. “Take off your clothes, I think things are gonna progress quickly.”

_______ leans up, pulling her dress off in one fluid motion. Her hands reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, the lacey garment falling to the floor. From his position, Oikawa can only see her back but the sight of her unblemished skin makes his mouth water. He wants to kiss every inch of it. He feels a tightening in his groin, pants becoming uncomfortable watching ______ disrobe Kageyama.

Soon they’re both fully naked, kissing passionately, making him wonder if perhaps Tobio isn’t more of an exhibitionist than he thinks. If he was decent at kissing when they first arrived, something has changed to turn him pro because she’s moaning and writhing against him like his kiss is all she needs.

But Oikawa knows better, watching the shift of her hips, the wetness growing between her thighs. He licks his own lips, desire screaming to launch himself across the room and take a taste but he can’t.

“Get’er on her back, Tobio-chan, she needs…she needs your mouth elsewhere,” Oikawa says, voice strained with the weight of his own arousal.

Kageyama is past the point of care in regards to Oikawa watching. He needs this, needs help knowing what to do and when, so he pushes all thought of awkward embarrassment out of his mind, shifting both their bodies to hover over her.

“Now, spread her open a bit with your fingers,” Oikawa says, unbuttoning his pants. He has to get some relief, at least from the pressure of his cock.

Kageyama leans to the side and the vision of her perfect pussy literally spread out before him nearly has Oikawa groaning in pain and longing. “Like this?” he asks, chest heaving.

“Yeah,” rasps Oikawa, not bothering to hide the fact his pants are undone. “Get down there and suck on her lips. Pay a bit of attention to both sides before diving in.”

Kageyama nods, re-positioning between her legs. The view is less pleasant now with Tobio’s ass in the air and his cock and balls hanging down so Oikawa shifts the chair to the side of the bed.

“_______-chan, lower your left leg so I can see what he’s doing,” he orders. She does as told just as Kageyama takes the left lip into his mouth. Her own falls open, a breathless sigh emitting of his name. He sucks a bit firmer, trying to watch her expression. “Focus on her sounds, Tobio-chan, trying to watch her face at that angle will strain your neck before you can give her the grand finale and we don’t want that, do we?” Oikawa says, hand slicking his precum over his staff.

Kageyama closes his eyes, giving all his attention to the task of getting his girlfriend off. He’s never made it this far, always chickening out but somehow having Oikawa’s simple instructions is helping more than he ever believed possible. His tongue rolls over her clit and she bucks.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasps, face covered in her juices.

“No! No, you…you’re doing great,” she insists. “Please, keep…keep licking me there.”

He nods, lower his head back to his position.

Oikawa pipes up, “Use the flat of your tongue. Start from the bottom of her slit and trail all the way up. Stop at that nub and suck then swirl around it.”

Following his directions exactly, Kageyama feels his cheeks twitch with the want to grin when her voice keens his name, high and loud. He repeats the action then focuses solely on her clit, rolling over and over it.

Oikawa watches as her hands trail up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He wishes he could suck them, bite them, mark her them with his teeth. He’s fisting his cock now, pumping up and down in awkward rhythm but he needs some friction. The next cry out of her mouth signals Tobio’s reached his goal; he made her come.

Taking in a long breath, her head falls to the side, eyes landing on Oikawa. His head is thrown back, mouth open and hand sliding up and down his cock. Her eyes widen; he’s gorgeous. Pantless with only his shirt on he’s still one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Looking down at Tobio she crooks her finger indicating he come closer. He wipes his mouth as he moves, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Was that good?” he asks lowly in her ear.

“Yes, Tobio, you were so, so good,” she assures, kissing him deeply. Tugging his head down further she whispers something in his ear.

He bolts up, scowl fixed on his face. “Wha…why?”

She nods towards the other male. “He…he’s helped us so much in so little time. It…please?”

Kageyama looks at Oikawa, uncomfortable to watch him stroking himself so earnestly but finally he nods.

Oikawa’s lost in his own fantasy, ______-chan’s lips around him, moaning on his cock. The feel of wet and heat surprises him and he nearly chokes when the vision in his head becomes reality as he looks down.

There’s ______-chan, his dick disappearing into her mouth as she bobs up and down.

Behind her, kneels Tobio, his cock sliding in and out of her, hands gripping her hips tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Wha…what are you doing, _____-chan?” Oikawa asks breathless.

She pops off long enough to say around a moan as Tobio thrusts forward again, “It’s a thank you for your help. You…you looked like you could use some help of your own.” Her cheeks flame red. “But if you don’t want me to-”

“I want you to,” he rasps, yanking off his shirt before gentling guiding her back between his legs. “Fuck yeah I want you to.”

She smiles then takes him in again, the moans she gives from Tobio’s fucking her adding to the pleasure.

“Shit, ______-chan, you’re so good with your mouth,” Oikawa compliments, unable to keep his eyes from moving to Kageyama’s face with a proud smirk upon his lips.

The man behind her looks down, refusing to watch, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his girlfriend giving head to another guy is so fucking hot he’s sure he’ll come within seconds if he keeps his eyes on them.

Oikawa’s moans grow louder, his hand carding through her hair.

“Gather this up for her, Tobio-chan,” he insists. He’s not going to let a little thing like getting the best blow job of his life get in the way of being an amazing teacher. Kageyama gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Pull it, I think she likes it a little rougher than you believe,” Oikawa remarks.

Kageyama hesitates but when he feels her inner walls squeeze him he knows Oikawa’s right.

He slams into her harder, tugging her hair hard enough that she loses focus, Oikawa’s dick popping out of her mouth as she gasps, “Tobio!”

“See?” ______-chan’s a bit of a slut, isn’t she?”

“Hey, don’t-” Kageyama snaps.

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” her voice chokes out.

Oikawa leans forward, slanting his mouth over her own, his tongue coiling around hers expertly. His hands reach forward, tweaking her nipples and she squeals. Pulling away momentarily, he barks, “Talk dirty to her Tobio, she wants it. She wants you to make her your whore.”

Kageyama grits his teeth, rasping, “Is that true, ______?” He smacks her ass startling both her and Oikawa with his bold action. “You want to be my whore? Are you a slut for cock?”

Smack.

“Is that why you couldn’t get off with me?”

Smack.

“You needed more cock? You needed to be humiliated? You needed to be put in your place?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck, Tobio,” Oikawa whispers, completely shocked at his change in demeanor.

Kageyama’s piercing gaze has his heart shuddering. Looking away, he slides out of _______, grabbing her by the throat and tugging her to his chest. “Answer me, or you get no more,” he hisses, biting her ear.

“Yes! Yes, Tobio! Yes, Tooru! I’m your whore, I’m your slut. Fuck me! Wreck me, please!”

Oikawa nearly comes when she says his name. Gone are any inhibitions or thoughts of right and wrong. Gone is hesitation or wasting time.

Oikawa grunts, “Get on your back, Tobio. It’s time to fuck the hell out of her.”

Kageyama shifts, laying back and sinking her onto him once more. Her voice rings out his name, followed by Oikawa’s when his tongue presses against her asshole. He grabs handfuls of her cheeks, teasing and licking up and down her slit while Tobio thrusts up fucking her. It’s a bit awkward, the motion making it difficult for Oikawa to stay where he wants.

“Have you taken cock in the ass before?” he pants in her ear. She nods. “Do you want my cock in your ass while Tobio-chan fucks your pussy?” Another nod, more rapid. “What a good little slut,” he cooes, slicking up his dick with lube. He does the same for his fingers, pressing slowly into her ass.

“Tooru,” she cries and Kageyama slams up again.

“Hold still a moment, Tobio-chan, I don’t want to hurt her.”

The bottom male halts his movements, unable to keep himself from watching as Oikawa presses his dick fully into her ass. He leans up on his knees, trying an experimental thrust that has her wailing.

“Lay on top of him,” Oikawa instructs and she does, pressing her breasts to Kageyama’s chest, his hands sliding to her back.

Oikawa’s arms strain and his knee’s screaming at him but he holds position. “Ok, I’m going to start fucking her and I’m pretty sure my motion will drive her down. _____-chan, you’ll probably have to push up on your own, are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” He slams forward and down, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensations rolling through their blood.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” Kageyama groans and Oikawa chooses to ignore how hot he sounds right now.

He pulls up, drawing his cock slowly back then slams forward again.

“Tooru, yes, please…hard…fuck me hard!”

He obliges, pistoning into her at a faster pace, the motion of his fucking applying stimulation to Kageyama’s cock buried deep in her heat.

Oikawa kisses her back as Kageyama’s mouth devours her cries. The air surrounding them becomes thick with the scent of sex, their breathing and garbled incoherent words filling what little space remains between them.

Oikawa can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s fucking ______ after so many years of wanting her. He doesn’t care that he’s in her ass, doesn’t care that another man’s cock is fucking her, all he cares about is he’s here, with her, like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Kageyama announces.

“Me…me too,” Oikawa admits.

Reaching between their bodies, Oikawa rubs _______’s clit roughly. “Come on, baby,” he growls, latching teeth to her skin. “Come with us, come with your kings!”

“Tobio! Tooru!” she shouts to the ceiling, coming so hard she squeezes both their orgasms out of them.

Oikawa collapses, the three of their bodies becoming a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs and sex satisfied nerves. Slowly he pulls out, drawing her back with him. Both he and Kageyama remove their condoms, throwing them into the waste basket by the bed. _______ snuggles into Kageyama’s chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. As Oikawa goes to move away, her fingers around his wrist make him stop.

“Lay down, Tooru,” she says, not opening her eyes. “It’s too late for you to leave now.”

Glancing at Kageyama, he shrugs his shoulders, nestling down to spoon up to her back. He’s asleep just as fast her.

Staring at the ceiling, Kageyama isn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Shifting his eyes to her then Oikawa, he takes a deep breath.

All he does know, is nothing will ever be the same…for any of them.

I do remember this!! After reading this, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. As always, Jade comes in clutch for Sinful Sunday. You’re always much appreciated! 😩

-Admin Lana

Contribution piece

Oikawa – king by Lauren Aquilina

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King – Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa left the gymnasium holding his head high, and
he kept it like that all the way home. Not a single tear fell from his eyes. He
refused to drop his chin in front of the people he knew looked up to him. He
listened to their coach. He praised everyone, and flattered their skills.

“You all might feel disappointed, but what you did in the court was impressive.
You need to…” Oikawa heard he coach saying as his attention swayed in and out.
“The name of Aoba Josai…”

He looked to his side noticing the dried streams of
tears on the faces of his teammates, on the faces of the people who trusted
him, and his words. He had promised they would win. They would beat Karasuno
once more, and then they would take Shiratorizawa’s glory out of their hands.

Instead, it was Karasuno the one who beat
Shiratorizawa on their first try. Oikawa had been able to see how much Karasuno
had struggle throughout the whole match. He had pushed Iwaizumi claiming that
the winning ceremony would make him sick. What was truly happening underneath
him was a complete different matter.

He closed the door of his room behind him watching the
dimness it offered. He had faced that darkness before. He was familiarized with
it more than he liked to admit. His shoulders grew heavier, and even the air
was denser. Just because he was used to staring into the void didn’t mean it
hurt any less. He rested hi back on the door and his head finally fell down. He
slowly slid down letting the weight of his loss to settle in.

His hands went to his head, to his hair, and his
fingers started to scrap his skull and he grinded his teeth in a failed attempt
to keep his emotions in control. Inevitably, faint whimpers escaped his mouth
as thin lines of water framed his face. Their loss against Karasuno was like an
earthquake destroying the foundations of his will. The ground beneath him shook
so violently he didn’t have where to stand anymore.

You’re
alone, you’re on your own, so what?
Have you gone blind?
Have you forgotten what you have and what is
yours?

He hard worked hard. He had trained. He had spent
years trying to beat what he thought was his last obstacles just for Karasuno
to come out of nowhere and stole what he had been fighting for. All for
nothing. Because whatever he did would never be enough, wouldn’t it? There
would always be someone to remind him his efforts were nothing but useless
reminders of the talent he lacked. When he looked back he only saw failure. He
grasped victory, but never reach it. He was stuck in an infinite ‘almost’.

Almost there. Almost a winner.

Almost, but not quiet.

He could hear his phone ringing but he ignored it. He
didn’t want to hear about the world. At the moment, even his soul felt
powerless and unable to answer any type of inquiring. There was not a bit of
him that felt like trying.

He got out of his clothes still hearing his phone
tirelessly ringing. He took it and turned it off before getting under his
quilt. His eyes were sore and his body begged for rest.

——

She stared at the empty seat in front of her. Two days
straight and he was still missing. Her heart clenched in her chest. She knew
there was no coincidence for Oikawa to be absent right after he lost. Her
cellphone marked the thousands of calls she had made. All of them had gone into
voicemail. She had never imagined she would grow enervated of his cheery voice,
but his voice telling her to leave him a message had become a nightmare.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to be calling him. If any
of her friends found out, they would sure be giving her a lecture about
self-respect and self-love. She always saw in Oikawa much more than the others
did. She had peeked into his heart once and she had never forgotten what she
had found. So it was near to impossible for her to leave him be, to simply
ignore the hunch throbbing, indicating nothing was as it was supposed to be.

Glass
half empty, glass half full
Well, either way you won’t be going thirsty
Count your blessings not your flaws

He looked at his reflection on the bathroom mirror. He had big dark
circles around his eyes, and even when he had fair skin, he was abnormally
pale. In the last forty-eight hours his life had been a mixed of drifting in
and out of his sleep and hollowly staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. The
food her mother brought him ended up flushed down the toilet.

He had to get up. He was aware that he needed to move on. Yet somehow,
his mind didn’t act according to that knowledge. Would it matter? He could back
to the gymnasium, back to court. For what?

He would stand behind the line waiting for his turn to practice. He
would jump, he would strike the ball and hear it smash against the floor feeling
unsatisfied because no skills had ever been sufficient to drive him to victory.
So why would he make any new efforts, if the ending result would always be the
same? He didn’t want to see the dejected countenances of his teammates
again.

There would always be an Ushijima, or a Kageyama. Someone whose natural
talent was so extraordinary, hard work would never outdo it.

Usually, his train of thought was the complete opposite. There used to
be no force on earth that could discourage him. With so much evidence along the
years there was no other conclusion he could reach. He couldn’t close his eyes
to the facts anymore. To keep pushing countercurrent will only wreck him
further.

He felt a jolt of desperation crossing his body caused by a crescent
frustration. To see himself so defeated made him feel pathetic and piteous. The
person who was in front of the mirror wasn’t supposed to be him. He swanked his
pride, his abilities, proud of who he was. He had sacrificed more than his time
to be who he was, to then just be reduced to that sad reflection.

He turned the shower on, and got in even when the water wasn’t warm. His
teeth clattered and his breath was heavy trying to resist the freezing
sensation. Once the water felt hotter against his skin, he finished taking a
bath. He dressed in sports clothing and went out of his house.

You
don’t get what all this is about
You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt
You’ve got that young blood, set it free

Oikawa started trotting with a constant rhythm as if he was training. He
wanted to scare the demon that was suddenly living on his back, but it had its
claws deep down his flesh and in a matter of minutes the trotting turned into a
maniac running. Even though his feet seemed to be made of stone, he kept
running. He wished he could outrun his misery, avoid the thoughts that did
nothing but infuriate him.

He wasn’t aware at all of how much time, or how far he had run. He
simply couldn’t take it anymore. He found himself alone in a public park, and
took his chance to hit the trunk of a tree repeatedly as he cursed under his
breath. He was jaded. He was furious with himself, with life, with destiny,
with whatever force was responsible. He stopped hitting the tree once he
noticed the stinging pain on his hand. He also notice thin tears had fallen
from his eyes at some point. He turned around resting his back on the trunk.

“Tooru,” he heard someone calling him. His eyes flew wide open at the
sound of the feminine voice. _______ was there looking at him with the most
concerned eyes he had ever seen on her. His mouth was ajar but no sound came
out of it. His state was deplorable and he didn’t how long she had been her.
For the look of her face, he guessed that she had seen enough.

She walked to him with hurried step and inadvertently held him tight
against her. “It’s okay,” she whispered to his ear. He stood dumbfounded for a
second.

His body started having small spasms as a soft wail came out of his
mouth. His arms wrapped her in return, and he hid his face on the crook of her
neck. She started stroking his wet hair as he let himself fully cry.

“It’s okay,” she whispered again. Her own heart was breaking as well.
Oikawa had always stood so tall, so powerful. It was disheartening to catch him
in such a vulnerable state. “You did well, Tooru, so so well.”

“I didn’t,” he said in a thin thread that sounded nothing like his usual
voice. “I was never enough” he stopped mid sentence. His voice got lost in
another painful sob. “I’m just another good for nothing.”

“You’re extraordinary. Do you even know how many people look up to you?”
she broke the embrace and softly took his face so she could see him straight in
the eyes. “You’re an example to not only your own team but to so many others.”
She took a deep breath maintaining her own emotions at bay. Oikawa was fully
crying now, endless streams slid down. “Who cares if at the end you lost.
You’ve had three amazing years at Seijoh. Don’t you care about your team?” she
stopped for a second as he nodded. “That’s what truly matters. They admire you. I admire you. Get over Ushijima for
your own sake. You have achieved so much on your own… Be proud of your team, of
who you are, of what you had built.”
_____ gently wiped away his tears before taking his face again pulling it down.
She kissed his forehead and finally let go of him. “There’s more in this life
than a high school tournament. What you have given to the rest of the team is
far more than important than a trophy. Try to think about that.”

She smiled sweetly, and continued her way. Oikawa didn’t turn to watch
her leave. Instead, he walked back home with his head full of her words.

There’s
method in my madness
There’s no logic in your sadness
You don’t gain a single thing from misery
Take it from me

In another time, she would have stayed with him. If the circumstances
around them had been others, she would have surely stayed. She felt tempted,
but it wasn’t the right time.

The weekend went on without hearing about him again, but when Monday
arrived and she found him on class again, she felt glad. Despite the history
they shared, she wished him well. She had seen him on lunchtime laughing and
smiling with his in-crowd, and then she was beyond glad. It was nice to see him
being his usual self.

She didn’t expect him to come to her again, so it was a genuine
surprised when he approached her at the end of the day. He looked as charming
as ever. The person she had seen on the Friday evening was gone.

“Hey, ______, thank you for… for the other day.”

“Don’t worry. It was a coincidence to find you there. I only did what
every descent human being would have done.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe that much in coincidence,” he admitted. He rested
his eyes on her taking in that small peaceful moment. They hadn’t share one in
months. “What you said resonated a lot. It was a wake up call for me, so thank
you. I needed it.”

She shook her head. “Again, it’s nothing. I’m happy to know you’re
feeling better.”

“Can we meet this weekend?” Oikawa asked leaving her speechless. “I want
to talk to you about Friday… and the aftermath of that.”

“Okay. That sounds nice.”

“Deal.” He smiled at her and then patted her head. “See you around.”

You’ve got
it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There’s so much more

What had happened on that Friday evening had been a change of course for
him. He hadn’t lied to her when he admitted her words had been an enormous
help.

He had returned home looking for the videos of any previous match. That
time around he didn’t stare at him or at the opposite teams. He stared at his
teammates. There was truth on what ______ had said to him. They didn’t have the
trophy, but the team he saw was a winner one. The chemistry between each of
them, the agility they had was impressive. They were a team that knew how to
work things out. At the end, he had led a team full of proud warriors.

His chest had filled with proudness, with that same pride he always
talked about. Maybe they weren’t the winning team, but they were a team anyone
would remember.

At the end of it all, everyone will always remember Oikawa Tooru as the
captain and main setter of Seijoh.

And that was amazing enough.

You can
reclaim your crown
You’re in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king

——

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!

Sooooo good!!!!

Bad boy au scenario; Bad boys Kuroko, Kise, Oikawa, and Akaashi are injured after a fight and are found by their future s/o, who treats their wounds. She’s not naive and she’s no goody-two-shoes; she’s helping them because they’re cute and she has a knife in case they try anything funny.

Kuroko groans,
the sound quiet but deep. The feeling of being lifted startles him, his body
twitching in reaction to continue defending himself but he winces violently,
his previous injures stilling any further movements. “Just stay still silly, you’re
already bleeding everywhere,” an unexpectedly feminine voice says near his ear.
Forcing his eyelids up, he’s surprised to see a girl assisting him to walk, his
arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Flashing him a small smile,
she continues, “Don’t worry, I got you.” He nods once in thanks, shifting his
focus to the muscles in his legs. One foot in front of the other, they slowly make
their way to her dwelling. By the time they reach her living room, Kuroko is
completely spent, his blood loss making him cave in upon himself to the floor. His
last thought before blacking out is, “I
hope I don’t stain her floor.”

The feel of hot water against his skin rouses Akaashi from his twilight state, a hiss
of pain escaping through his teeth. His eyes widen a bit when he finds himself
in a rather deep tub. Initially he’s confused to still be wearing his boxers
but a glance to his left explains why; his rescuer is busying herself with a
wash cloth and soap. “I know it probably stings but we have to disinfect those
cuts and hot water with a topical later will do just that,” she says, voice
calm and even. He cocks an eyebrow at her as she leans forward to scrub dried
blood from his body. The feel of her touch coupled with the rising steam and
his still weakened body lulls him into a state of complicity. Meeting her eyes,
he utters, “Thank you.”

With her help, Kise
rises from the drained bath, muscles still limp but more relaxed than fatigued
now. “Not that I think you’ll be able to Kise-kun,” she advises as they make
their way to her room, “but if you try anything funny know I’ve got a knife and
I know how to use it.” Her tone is mostly jovial, but the blonde sees her eyes
are serious. Clearly, she’s familiar with who and what he is.

A strained chuckle leaves his lips, eyes gaining a bit of
their glow back. “Don’t worry, I’m not that
bad.”

She smiles and he thinks her pretty. Sitting him down on the
bed, she hurries to a dresser drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, sorry,” she says sloshing some ointment
onto a cloth before pressing it against his deepest wound. Kise takes in a
sharp breath, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. “Sorry,” she
whispers again then adds a numbing agent to the area. “This is deeper than I
initially thought, so I’ll have to do a quick stitch up.”

Kise bites his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his
eyes but he manages to keep back any whimpers; some tough guy he ended up
being. But she doesn’t tease him, she doesn’t say anything and when he chances
a glance at her face he’s enamored with her. She looks so cute with her brows
furrowed in concentration.

Finishing up the suture, she ties it off and snips the end
close to his skin. Swiftly, she cleans and bandages up the rest of his injuries
before handing him drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. “Think you can
handle putting these on yourself?” When he nods, she releases the items. “Good,
I’ll get something going for supper, you just rest, ok?”

As he lays back in the comfortable clothing, Kise wonders at
her anew. Who is she and why is she helping him?

Oikawa asks her
those questions as they sit together for a simple meal of soup and sandwiches,
his gone fairly quickly since his appetite woke back up. She shrugs her
shoulders, “What kind of a person would I be to leave someone bleeding on the ground?”
Her eyes meet his, a playful glint in them. “Plus, you’re super cute, it would be
a shame for such good looks to be snuffed out of the world too soon.”

Oikawa now wonders if this it was it feels like to swoon
over someone. She’s so confident but easy going, her laugh coming easy and her
smile bright.

Later, after using the bathroom, Oikawa makes his way back
to her room, intent on telling her he’ll be taking his leave and to thank her
for her kindness. As he enters, he finds her sprawled on the same bed he was
laying upon a few hours prior, cute little snores breaking the otherwise silent
room. Leaning against the frame, he watches her. She’s exhausted, unsurprising
considering she’s smaller than him and not only practically carried his
semi-dead weight however far it was from the place of his attack to her home
but she kept assisting him until he got his strength back.

A shift of his body makes him wince, his wounds reminding
him of their presence. Walking to the bed, he leans down, whispering in her
ear, “Thank you, angel-chan, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

He makes good on his promise a week later in the form of a
date at a roof top terrace restaurant where he asks her formerly to be his and
she accepts.

I’m not sure if this ask is good enough but maybe a scenario about Bad Boy!Oikawa and a person he’s so interested in, but his charms don’t work on them, they’re oblivious, and they always seem unimpressed (they secretly like him back but do a great job hiding it from him). Sexual tension would be great but you can avoid NSFW if you want! I picked Oikawa bc I thought it’d be interesting to see him chasing someone so hard, feel free to swap characters if you want! Thanks ❤︎

Holy moly this ended up WAY longer than I planned and a
whole lot more serious without much NSFW or even sexual tension but hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

She remembers him from high school, he can tell by the look
of shock on her face. He can’t really blame her though. Anyone from those days
would be surprised to see Oikawa Tooru, former pretty boy of the Abojosai
volleyball team, sporting an arm sleeve tattoo, a lip piercing and wearing
ripped jeans.

Pushing away from the wall, he approaches, stride steady, a
confident smirk on his face. But just before he meets her eyes again, a girl
interjects herself between them. Tooru’s former tendency to indulge his fans
exerts itself immediately, old habits do die hard, and by the time he’s done
with her the object of his initial focus is gone.

Clicking his tongue, Oikawa shifts his gaze over the crowded
frat house. There’s people everywhere, the semester kickoff party in high gear.
Finally, he spots her on the dance floor and goodness can she move that body!
She’s grinding up on some dude who looks about ready to cum in his pants.
Oikawa is openly staring at her, willing her to make eye contact but she’s
either completely oblivious or completely uninterested because she never once
loses her focus on her dance partner.

And Oikawa decides right then he wants that attention on
him. Sure, he’s always been a bit of an attention whore, but who could blame
him coming from the environment he did back in high school? Other than Iwaizumi
of course.

His eyes stay riveted on her, still moving fluidly, sexily,
and fuck now he’s got a tent in his pants just from watching her! Then again,
it’s been a while since Oikawa has had any action of the bedroom variety. Just
because his team is rough and tough doesn’t mean they don’t work hard.

Terushima makes certain of it.

Oikawa laughs a bit to himself thinking back on their first official
meeting. He’d only ever seen the guy at tournaments, his team loud and flashy,
but horribly erratic. Then something happened that shifted his focus and in
addition to having fun, he got smarter. His whole team got smarter.

And now he’s Oikawa’s captain.

Shaking his head, Oikawa zeroes back in on her. She’s still
dancing, smiling with sultry eyes and moving her hips just so.

She can feel his gaze on her, its intensity rippling over
her skin like electricity but she remains focused. He’s not going to have
things go his way, not tonight. Because she’s in control and he’ll just have to
deal with it. The song ends and she leans up, pecking her dance partner quickly
on the cheek. He goes to make a move but she shies away, giggling, “That
was fun, thanks for the dance,” then she’s absorbed into the crowd but not
without stealing a glance at Oikawa only to find him still looking right at
her.

Damn. Well, she almost made it without giving him a piece of
the attention he craved.

And it’s only wet his appetite for more.

The next day Oikawa is still thinking about her, her sultry
smile, her bedroom eyes. With a self-deprecating laugh, he realizes he has a
crush! An honest to goodness crush. He can’t remember the last time this has
happened, where his attention was so fully fixed on anything besides
volleyball. Practice over, he makes his way back to his dorm only to see her
sitting beneath a tree reading, her eyes narrowed in concentration at the text
before her. Calling up his best smile, Oikawa saunters towards her, only
speaking once he’s right in front of her seated position. “You know, you’re too
pretty to be frowning, you look much better dancing.”

His voice startles her and he can’t stand how cute she looks
huddled in an oversized sweater, leggings and boots. Is this really the same
girl he saw last night? It’s the perfect fall look, her hair blowing in the
sudden breeze that’s kicked up. A subtle shiver overtakes her body and he
shrugs off his jacket. “Here,” he offers draping it over her shoulders.

Warmth spreads over her body and it’s not just from the
placement of his jacket. Oikawa is looking at her with complete focus. She’d
often wondered what it would be like to have his gaze turned upon her and now,
looking at it, she’s both enamored and afraid. How could a high school crush
last this long? Or did it just flare up
quickly at the sight of him, a knee jerk reaction to Oikawa’s presence? She
realizes she should be speaking, should be saying thank you not only for the
jacket but the compliment paid her earlier but the words won’t come.

He really doesn’t remember her.

Oikawa tilts his head, a little confused as to why she still
hasn’t said anything when she suddenly shoots to a standing position. Swiftly
she removes the jacket, handing it back to him. “Thank you, Oikawa-san, but I
was just leaving. Have a good evening,” she says a bit rushed, hurrying away.

“Oi, dancer-chan!” he calls, easily catching up to and
standing in front of her. “I’m at a disadvantage here, you know my name but I
don’t know yours?”

Her eyes are on the ground, unwilling to meet his and he wonders
what he did to offend her. When she finally looks up, he flinches; her eyes are
so hard. “If my name didn’t matter to you then, why does it matter to you now?”

“Eh?”

“Never mind, I…I have to go.” She brushes past him, willing
her legs to go faster. Why did she think it was a good idea to bait him at the
party? Because she didn’t really think he’d do anything, that’s why. She just
wanted to frustrate him a little, but the fact that he stared at her the entire
time and now approached her yet again is doing uncomfortable things to her
heart. It was stupid, she’s not this person! She isn’t someone who toys with
other people! And why oh why does she even want
Oikawa? He’d be nothing but trouble, even more so now that it appears he
joined a gang or something.

“You barely know her, in fact, you don’t know her at all so why are you making such a big deal out of
this?” Iwaizumi yawns through his question, eyes closing as he lays on his bed,
phone to his ear. Even when separated by hundreds of miles, Oikawa somehow
finds ways to annoy him. Like calling at one in the morning to lament about how
a girl he has a crush on won’t even look at him, much less talk to him. “Looks
like you don’t always get what you
want, Trashy-kawa,” he adds with a snort.

“Shut up, Iwa-chan! You’re supposed to support me, not kick
me while I’m down!”

“Stop whining, you’re giving me a headache,” grumbles his
former ace.

Silence fills the line before Oikawa takes a deep breath.
“I…I don’t know why completely. And,” he adds quickly before Iwaizumi can shoot
another barb, “despite what you think it isn’t
because she’s playing hard to get. More like impossible to get but whatever,”
he mumbles making his best friend chuckle. “The point is,” he goes on with a
sigh, “I…I really want to get to know her but she won’t even give me a chance!”

“Oikawa, are you just pestering her? I mean, I know you
think you’re a bad ass now because you have ink and a piercing but you’re the
same alien obsessed, volleyball idiot you were in high school, the dressing’s
just different.”

“You know, sometimes I really wonder why I call you my best
friend,” Oikawa grumbles.

“I wonder that too, but the point still stands. Why the hell
did you do that shit in the first place anyway?”

Oikawa grits his teeth. How had the conversation shifted
from him getting advice (so embarrassing)
on how to get a girl to go on at least one date with him, to Iwa-chan
criticizing his choices? “Would you please stop acting like my freaking mother
and just help me out here?” he grunts.

“Fine, what have
you done?”

“I left her a couple notes, one at her job at the on-campus
bookstore and one at her dorm when I found out where she lives. You know, just,
“hey I’d like to get to know you, text me and we’ll make plans”. But she never
responds. I offer to walk to her to class but she says no. I even tried to join
a study group with her but she dropped out the next day. I just…I don’t know why
she hates me!”

Iwaizumi sits up, rubbing his eyes; there’s no way he’s getting
to sleep anytime soon. “Tooru,” he says and he can hear his friend sit up straighter,
“Have you considered the possibility that your advances, instead of being
welcomed, are putting her on edge? You said she’s changed since you first saw
her, what do you mean by that?”

“Um, well, the first time, like I told you, was at a party.
She was dancing and, just, wow Iwa-chan, she was so hot! Like, my jeans were tight enough as it is but then she started
moving those hips and-“

“TMI! Focus on the question, Shittykawa!”

“Sorry, sorry! Ok, so the second time and really every time
since then, she’s been very reserved. Like, she wears these adorably oversized
sweaters that flood past her knees with leggings and ankle boots and her hair
is always a little messy cause it’s so damn windy around here this time of
year. Oh! And she has this cute little pout when she’s really concentrating on
something and taps her pencil when she’s thinking and-“

“You realize you sound more or less like a stalker, right?”
Iwaizumi cuts in but his tone is gentler. He’s very aware now of just how much
this girl has managed to get under Oikawa’s skin. Part of him hopes something
does work out between the two of them simply so he could meet her one day and
shake her hand. A girl who got the indominable Oikawa Tooru to sound like a love-sick
puppy? This was one for the books.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines, “was there a point to that
question?”

“Oh right. Well, maybe the reason she isn’t responding is
self-preservation.”

“What?! It’s not like I’m gonna hurt her or anything-“

“Oi! You and girls don’t have a good track record Oikawa!
You can whine about it all you want, but it’s still the truth! If she knows you
from high school, which it’s clear she does, your reputation is already set!
And it sounds like you should know her if she was that upset you didn’t
recognize her. Which is also not surprising since you always had your head
stuck on volleyball!” Iwaizumi takes in a breath, knowing his words are going to hurt his friend but he needs to hear them and it always seems to fall on his shoulders to tell him hard truths. “And look at you! You’re projecting this “bad boy” image
that is totally not who you are! But if she thinks it is, how could she not be
leery? She probably thinks you’re just toying with her! Or maybe someone placed a bet! Unfair as it is, Tooru, people do cast judgement based on appearances and past
behavior and both of yours are not doing you any favors.”

Oikawa inhales deeply, pain radiating through his chest. “Is…is
that what you really think of me, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi groans, flopping onto his back. “No, because I know your crazy ass too well. I’m
telling you all this from the perspective of someone who doesn’t know you. Just, shit,” he rolls to his side, unsure exactly
how to even help his friend, “if she doesn’t want to talk to you, maybe stop pushing
the issue? Give her some space to breathe.”

“I have! I don’t try this shit every day you know!”

“Then stop trying all together! Clearly it isn’t working so
why continue to torture yourself like this? And for what? A girl you don’t even
know?” Iwaizumi is at the end of his rope, tired of the circular formation of
this conversation.

Oikawa sits silent in the dark of his dorm, but he nods. “You’re
right, Iwa-chan. I…I just need to stop,” he finally agrees.

“Good. Ok, now, let me get some sleep asshole.”

Oikawa can’t help chuckling but before he says goodbye,
Iwaizumi adds, “And I really am sorry.”

It’s been weeks since she last heard from Oikawa, his
disappearance just as sudden as his appearance in her life. And though she
knows it’s the product of her own making, she can’t help feeling a bit
disappointed. Every time she believed she’d have the courage to reciprocate in
some fashion, she lost her nerve, resulting in cold shoulders and brusque push
offs of his advances. Really, she’s surprised he tried as many times as he did.

“I have no idea what’s wrong with you,” her roommate had
snapped one day after she witnessed her friend practically running away from
Oikawa,” he’s ridiculously hot and so into you, it’s a little sad. Why won’t
you go out with him?”

“I…it’s just, complicated, ok?”

“You’re just chicken shit. High school is already a lifetime
away!”

“Maybe for you but it’s still raw for me!”

Her outburst had ended the conversation never to be brought up
again.

And now here she is, the setting almost an exact copy of the
first time they’d seen each other. A party, a sorority one this time, that she’s
been drug to by overstressed and overtly horny friends looking for a cheap buzz
and a one-night stand. And there he
is, leaning against the wall, but now, instead of torn jeans and a t-shirt,
Oikawa’s sporting a button down with sleeves rolled to his elbows, black slacks
and shined shoes. The contrast of his “preppy” look coupled with the ink still
adorning his arm and the ring in his lip invariably makes him even more
attractive, a fact proven true by the swarm of girls around him. To his right,
she sees who she now knows to be his captain from the volleyball team, dressed
similarly but rougher around the edges, opting for dark wash denim jeans, tight
white t-shirt and a black button-down vest.

It really should be illegal to look so good.

“Ok everyone!” the house mother calls out. “Gather round, it’s
time to draw for…7 minutes in heaven!”

A resounding cheer from the girls goes up while the males
all smirk and chuckle, elbowing one another in gleeful anticipation.

Swallowing the remaining contents of her Solo cup, she tries
to head to the exit but her friend grabs her wrist. “Nope, you’re gonna get
something tonight, even if it’s just kissing.” Protests fall on deaf ears, her
hand shoved in the fish bowl drawing out a number.

“Alright, ladies and gents,” the house mother calls again
once the bowl is empty, “first up, number 12!”

Terushima pushes off from the wall, his movement pulling out
small appreciative gasps from the surrounding crowd of females and one of them,
a red head with cat-eye glasses, sashays up to him. He grins, taking her hand
and giving it a peck. “Shall we?” he asks gesturing to the hall closet. At her
eager nod, he pulls her in, winking at the spectators before slamming the door.

A faint moan is heard from inside followed by a ripple of
teasing taunts and catcalls being thrown at the door. Seven minutes pass and
the door is opened to reveal a thoroughly disheveled girl stumbling out while
Terushima looks smug. “Oh my god, that tongue ring,” she murmurs to her friends
who giggle.

“Next up, number 9!”

When Oikawa steps away from the wall, a collective squeal
erupts only to be dulled to disappointed murmurs when each girl realizes they aren’t
his partner. Looking around, Oikawa searches for the girl he’ll have to put up
with for…no way. And there, blushing so brightly she looks sunburned, is the
girl who’s plagued his mind, both conscious and unconscious.

Smirking, he grabs her hand. “Can’t run away now,
dancer-chan,” he whispers pulling her in and shutting the door.

Her breathing is rapid, breath fanning his chest and neck
and he can feel her shaking under his fingers. He’s not sure if it’s the dark,
the booze or both but Oikawa lets down his mask. “You don’t have to you know?
Or…I mean, you could just pretend I’m someone else, if that helps.”

Her eyes shoot to his face. His voice is so dejected she can’t
stop herself from whispering, “I…I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

That gets his
attention in a hurry. Grasping her shoulders, he murmurs, “What do you mean?”

“I…I want it to be you, Oikawa-san.”

“Time’s running out, are you still alive?” a muffled voice
calls but Oikawa ignores it. Ignores everything except the girl in front of
him.

“Explain to me one thing then, dancer-chan,” he says,
fingers toying with her hair, “if that’s true…why have you been avoiding me
this whole time?”

He can feel her trembling, the cords in her neck
constricting as she swallows nerves and steels herself. “I was…am…afraid of
letting myself really believe you wanted me. I mean, in high school-“

“Yeah,” he interjects, leaning his forearm above her head,
face inches from hers. She can feel his breath upon her face, minty of course
because Oikawa Tooru is always prepared, “what was that whole deal the second
time I saw you?”

Her eyes close despite the darkness still hiding her face. “I
tried to…to confess to you in high school. It was your third year, just before
the tournament.” She feels him flinch, memories of that loss still obviously
raw. She presses on quickly, “I brought you a bento box and some cookies and
left them in your locker with a note. But…you never responded, not even to tell
me no. I waited for you by the school gates like a fool and you never came.”

Oikawa stares hard at her face, his eyes having finally
adjusted to the dark. He has no recollection of her at all other than a visage
in a sea of faces continually vying for his attention. After a while it’s
difficult to determine one from another. But he remembers those presents.

“There was no note, dancer-chan. And even with as busy as I
was, I would not have just left you there. I may have a reputation for being an
asshole but I wouldn’t have done something so cruel,” he says lowly in her ear.

“Wha…what? I was sure…I know I put the note with it!”

He shrugs. “That may be true. Maybe it fell somewhere in my
locker or out of it when I picked up the gift. I remember it, clearly. I remember
looking around for someone watching me receive it but there was no one so I
just took it to be from a secret admirer or one of my fans and moved on.” He
touches her cheek gently, “Will you let me thank you for it now?”

Unable to find her voice, she nods. It’s all the opening Oikawa
needs, swooping down to seal his lips over hers, the taste of cherry coke and bad
vodka lingering. He licks into her mouth, her own flavor much, much sweeter making
him moan rather loudly. Her fingers clutch his shirt, knees going weak under
the ministrations of his tongue and the feel of his lip ring grazing her
sensitive flesh prompting Oikawa to draw his arm around her, pulling her to his
chest.

“Tell me your name,” he rasps.

“________,” she whimpers, lost in the feel of his touch
against the soft skin on her back.

Before time’s up, he hoists her around his waist, throwing
open the door to the shock and awe of those waiting for their turn. Locking
eyes with Terushima, Oikawa asks, “Guest room?”

His captain grins widely. “Up the stairs, turn right, third
door on the left.”

Ignoring everyone and everything around him, Oikawa surges
up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

His eyes shift to hers, gleaming with a predatory glow. “What
I plan on doing to you will take much, much
longer than seven minutes.”

I know Terushima is a
year behind Oikawa but since this is AU anyway we’ll just pretend they were in
the same grade since I find the idea of Terushima as Oikawa’s captain
hilarious.

So I know your only taking certain asks, and I hope this is okay. But like I cannot seem to like Oikawa. And so many people do. And so many fanfics have him (I’ve ignored them all) and I just…I don’t want to ignore them anymore. But I don’t see why people like him. Could you try explaining why you do/if you do? I’d really greatly appreciate it.

Hi Anon! This is totally ok, I love discussing characters of
one of my fave animes.

Oh my Oikawa, lol, the little brat, right?

So, first off, I have NEVER read the manga, so if there is
more revealed about him in it I am not aware of it. All of my opinion is based
off watching the anime and reading him in fic.

I’ll put a spoiler warning here since I am going to be
talking specifics. Anon, I’m assuming you’ve seen all the anime as well.

I was like you when I was first introduced to his character.
I thought, “Ok, here’s the “villain” of this season.” And in a way, he was. But
so was all of Aobajosai. They were the obstacle to our precious crows succeeding
and when they lost against them I was pretty much crying. When they won, I was
cheering.

That was my first watch through of seasons 1 and 2.

Then, after the third season emotional rollercoaster, I went
back because I’m addicted and watched from season 1 again.

And I started to like Oikawa a little more.

I saw more how he’s so in tune with his team, how amazing he
is but how it’s bred from freaking hard work and not “natural” talent like
Kageyama. His backstory, instead of revealing the villain to me, exposed a
scared and very much still young boy, unable to handle responsibly the pressure
being put on him.

He had a breaking point, we all do, and yes, it shocking to
see him almost strike Kageyama, but I understood it a bit better. Did it excuse
it? No! But it made a little more sense to me.

Oikawa, for all his control on the court, is still immature
and annoying. But somehow, that’s become part of his appeal.

In my next point, we’re getting into the realm of reading
between the lines, subtext and inference.

I also really love Iwaizumi (and not just cause homeboy has
FAB arms!). He’s an amazing senpai who for all his gruff nature really cares
about his team; including Oikawa. But with him, it’s different, they’re friends as much as they are teammates.
For all the blows he deals Oikawa and the teasing Oikawa gives Iwaizumi you can’t
help but see a genuine friendship in their interaction (I do not ship them romantically. To me they are bros now and forever
but that’s my opinion).

All that to say, I almost feel like if Iwaizumi has found
redeeming qualities in Oikawa beyond his abilities as a volleyball player, maybe
I can see them too.

I see his dedication to get better (borderline obsession but
it is what it is).

I see his focus on making sure all of his team are
succeeding. He brings out the best in all
of them.

I see him being good to his family (he’s spending his day off with his nephew. He could be
doing anything and he chooses to do that). I mean sure, he could have been
forced into it but knowing Oikawa if he was don’t you think he’d be complaining
about it? I do, so that tells me he made a choice to spend time with him.

I see him giving advice to Kageyama despite his dislike of
him. Yes, he’s petty in how he does it, but he still does it. If he really didn’t want to, he’d tell him to go fly
a kite.

I see him indirectly compliment Kageyama as part of the
weirdo duo when he’s speaking with Ushijima.

I see him directly
compliment Hinata after the Date Tech victory.

When you go back and watch again with the goal of paying
more attention to the “secondary” characters other than Karasuno, there is so
much revealed. I mean, I don’t know about anyone else, but I was focused solely
on the crows the first time around because that’s who the story is centered on
first. Those are my boys, I want them to win no matter what.

But then I watch a second, a third, a fourth time and I gain
new favorites, I love each character a little more.

Including Oikawa.

I will also say, my enjoyment of his character has stemmed
from reading probably some of the very same fics you’ve been avoiding. And I
get it, I do. If you don’t like a character, why read about them? But I think
if you were to give them a chance, you might be surprised how much you start
falling for him because there are SO MANY talented authors who draw out all
that subtext I mentioned earlier. They dive deep into his character and create
head canons (or maybe stay in canon with the manga for all I know about it)
that I find myself going right along with because they fit.

I’m sure this is a much longer answer than you were
anticipating and most of it probably seems like random rambling, but I hope it
in some way conveys why I am now a fan of Oikawa and think he does deserve
another chance.

If you have any further questions or want to talk more I’m
available through asks or DM.

That goes for anyone!

Thanks for asking my opinion, I’m humbled that you would
want it. 😊

Hey sorry I’m the one who asked for “say it” could you do a song for oikawa….. Applause by lady gaga but more to the Sam tsui version :)

haikyuulovercompany:

Don’t worry hon!!! The song is really repetitive or talks about art-pop directly, so I had to reduce a lot of the lyrics so it turned out to be smaller than planned. I hope you can still enjoy it, thou !!! Thanks for answering so fast and changing your song 🙂

This is another Character-centric, like the Bokuto one I did with the Imagine Dragons one.

——

Applause – Oikawa Tooru

The
volleyball bounced once and twice against the lustrous wooden floor before he
kept it under the hold of his hand.

Few were
the ones who could stand against his keen, and expert abilities he had made
sure to built out of desperation. He had enormous shadows parading over him
since he had started his teen sports career. Like colossus those shadows
threaten to destroy what he hoped for his own future. But to surrender had
never been his ego’s style.

He
glanced at the panorama in front of him. Every member of the opposite team had
their faces adorned with deep frowns, so deep he could notice them from across
the whole court.

He
sneered. That was the look he loved to provoke on everyone who was playing
against him.

I stand here waiting for
you to bang the gong
To crash the critics saying, “is it right or is it wrong?“

He hadn’t
got into volleyball to be a praising figure. Since he was a kid he had felt an
overwhelming passion for the sport. He had the game in his veins from the
moment he was born. He saw one match on television, and that was enough for him
to find his vocation.

He soon
discovered he wasn’t a natural. He didn’t have the talent his biggest idols possessed.
From day one he knew he had a long way to go, but he had an abnormal desire to
stand among the best. He would go to infinite lengths to achieve his goals.

There was
no more playing. Volleyball wasn’t just a club in which he could simply enjoy
himself. Once he started to play against other teams in official matches,
volleyball turned into a fight of will, and more than anything, a proof of who
was the strongest.

If only fame had an IV,

Could I bear being
away from you.

He breathed in and out aliening his mind with his body so he could land a
perfect point. An ace serve.

Thankfully,
to be a worthy player of the court he didn’t rely only in talent. Talent could
always be surpassed with hard work. He could always make some talent of his
own. Also, he still possessed something most talented players didn’t. He had
the most charming personality one could find in his prefecture. He rapidly
identified the talents of each of his teammates, to then encourage them in a
subtle manner. He didn’t need diamonds in his team to raise a powerful team… He
had the capacity to create it.

I live for the applause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

He threw
the ball up high being blinded by the bright lights of the ceiling. With hawk
eyes planted on the ball, he jumped striking it with monstrous strength. The
ball flew over the net hitting the floor right next to the edge of the court.

The
whistle sounded indicating him he had scored a point. A roaring audience exploded
screaming his name and accompanying it with applauses and cheers.

As he had always stated he hadn’t got into volleyball just to be recognized, to
be someone important. The small fame was a collateral result of his efforts,
and he would be liar if he didn’t admit how intensely he enjoyed it.

Give me that thing that I
love

Put your hands up, make
them touch.

——

Thanks for the request! i hope you liked it!

Perfection!!! This encapsulates Oikawa so thoroughly. It doesn’t have to be long to be good and this was better than good…it’s great!!!

Reaction to s/o being targeted by another gang with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Yaku, Ennoshita, and Ushijima.

Oikawa– Most likely the gang will consist of his fan girls
so he arranges a meet and greet with them to set the rules straight. If they
cross him, they’ll be hell to pay.

Iwaizumi– Doesn’t mess around, keeps her close to him at all
times and if he can’t be there leaves Kyounti to watch over her until he can
take care of the problem. He’ll start with just talking but if they won’t back
down neither will he.

Bokuto– Asks Akaashi for advice because he doesn’t want to
make the problem worse and follows the suggestion to have a meeting with the
aggressors. If they can’t reach an agreement, things go from semi-friendly to
full on violent quickly. Bokuto will not risk losing her because he was too
slow to act.

Yaku– Kuroo doesn’t call him a demon for nothing. Overall,
Yaku is an easy-going guy (except where Lev is concerned because the tol bean
just pushes his buttons too easily). One such button if threatening his family.
Short or not, this member of Nekoma will lay his own body on the line to
protect her. Good thing he has such intimidating juniors to take with him as
back up.

Ennoshita– Tries for a peaceful resolution but make no
mistake, he’ll lay anyone in the ground who seriously intends to harm her.

Ushijima– Sends Tendou to assess the seriousness of the
situation since he’s better at reading people. Doesn’t ask questions when the
red head returns with a dirtied shirt and simply tells him, “It’s been
taken care of.”

Okay! so I hope im doing this right ;v; but I’d love a scenario (or even just Headcanons it’s your choice!) for Bad Boys au, where Gang leader Oikawa rescues his shy/insecure s/o from a rival gang! (I know this is kind of unoriginal since you listed it in the samples…but I just really loved the idea////)

Soooooo….considering some peeps wanted a continuation of
the Tendou scenario (this one right here) I thought, why not link it with this one? I hope you don’t mind.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of violence and harsh language. Also,
please know I LOVE Tendou but I’m making him a lot darker in this because it’s
AU. Really all the boys are because of theme.

Iwazumi had recommended preparing for a rumble expecting
some form of retaliation from Shiratorizawa, particularly Tendo “the monster”
Satori. What he didn’t expect, what none of them expected, was a straight up
kidnapping.

Oikawa stands rigid and if his nails dig any further into
the flesh of his palm he’s going to be bleeding. Semi pats him down roughly,
pulling out his gun and handing it to Reon. “Hope that wasn’t expensive, cause
you ain’t gettin’ it back,” comments the blonde.

“Does it look like money’s a problem for me? Just shut the
fuck up and bring me the monster, I’m tired of waiting,” snaps Oikawa.

“Watch your mouth, loser,” Goshiki growls, “you gotta lotta
nerve comin’ here by yourself.”

“Enough,” sounds a deep voice. All eyes turn to the door
from which Ushijima Wakatoshi exits. He nods to the other three and they leave,
door shutting behind them. Ushijima walks to a chair, taking a seat as nonchalantly
as if he and Oikawa were sitting down to afternoon tea. He indicates one opposite
him but Oikawa shakes his head.

“I won’t be getting comfortable, Ushiwaka. I’ve got a score
to settle with your resident freak, so kindly stop wasting my time and let’s
get this over with.”

“You know, all of this could have been avoided if-“

“If you say one fucking word about merging Shiratorizawa and
Aoba Josai, I’ll strangle you. Knights and swans don’t belong together. Now,”
he takes a step forward, eyes menacing, “Where.Is.The.Monster?”

Ushijima remains silent, observing the man before him. He
has no doubt of Oikawa’s talent as a player and a leader; the two of them could
have been unstoppable together. Not that Ushijima is stoppable but having
someone of Oikawa’s caliber certainly would have made things easier.

Especially when dealing with the freak duo from Karasuno. He
shakes his head. Another problem for another day.

“Fine, if you insist on continuing to hold onto your foolish
pride, there’s no stopping you.” He snaps his fingers and another door opens.

Oikawa’s heart leaps to his throat when Tendou walks out with
his arm wrapped around your neck in a choke hold. Your eyes are blown wide,
tear stains evident and fear palpable. The scene before him is exactly why Oikawa was so hesitant to
get together with you. So many believed he didn’t date because of all his
fangirls and while that is partly true (because they could be just as bad if
not worse than the rival gangs he deals with), he knew being with him would
paint a target directly on your back.

“Let her go,” he growls deeply, eyes narrowed and fists
ready to fly.

“Tooru,” you whimper, pulse thundering in your ears. “You,
you came…”

“Ah, is the little princess afraid?” coos Tendou, arm
tightening slightly.

“I said let her go!”

“You have no authority here
pretty boy,” snaps the red head.

“And you have no right taking what’s mine! She had nothing to
do with what happened! Fuck, I didn’t
either!”

“A lack of control over your subordinates is a poor reflection
on your leadership, Oikawa. Their actions speak of the intentions of Aoba Josai
as a whole.”

“Is that so? And what about this? You let your guys run
wild? Do as they please and open doors they can’t close?” Oikawa hisses.

“The difference between what happened there and what’s happening
here is, I approved of this. Aoba Josai injured one of our own. It’s only
fitting that one of yours pay the penalty for such an infraction,” advises the
brunette ace.

“So take a pot shot, start a rumble, but kidnapping?”

Ushijima shrugs. “It was Tendou’s choice and he’s always had a flare for the dramatic.”

“Psychological torture is really the best form of retribution,” Tendou comments,
hand stroking your cheek making you whimper.

“What did you do to her?!” Oikawa roars.

Tendou grins. “Let’s just say, someone who’s been taunted
their whole life is really good at pushing the right buttons.
Right, ______?”

You take in a shuddering breath, tears pouring down your
cheeks as you meet Tooru’s eyes. The man holding you is right. He got in your
head so quickly, easily convincing you that your deepest fears were true. That
no one at Aoba Josai even likes you, would even care if you’re gone, that Tooru
probably moved on to a new girl (if he even noticed you were gone). He played
your insecurity like a fiddle, leaving you a huddled, broken mess without ever
touching you.

“You bastard!” Oikawa launches himself towards your captor
who flings you to the side like a rag doll. As you crash to the floor you hear
the impact of the two men, skirting around to witness them rolling about on the
floor. Oikawa looks fearsome, teeth clenched and eyes on fire as he strikes
downward. Tendou blocks the hit, squeezing Oikawa’s fist enough to make him curse
in pain.

The swan gets the upper hand, rolling on top of Oikawa and
dealing a vicious blow to his face. You cry out, desperate to help but unable
to move. Oikawa must have heard your outburst because in the next second he’s
managed to escape the monster’s clutches, grabbing him by the collar and
slamming him against the floor. Despite all that’s happened, all the monster
put you through, you don’t want to see this, don’t want the subconscious
knowledge you have that Oikawa has most likely killed in the past be brought to
reality right in front of you. You can’t handle it, it’s too much.

“Tooru! Stop, please! Stop!” you shout and he looks up. For
a moment, it’s like he doesn’t see you but then his eyes clear, his expression softens
and you exhale a sigh of tentative relief.

Looking back down, Tooru tugs Tendou up till his face is
inches from his own. “This ends now, keep your hands and your mouth to
yourself. Otherwise next time I won’t be so generous as to leave you breathing.”

He stands, wiping blood from a split lip and takes you into
his arms. He stops just as the two of you are passing Ushijima and looks up at
him. “Let that be a lesson to you and yours to never forget my “foolish” pride.”

Oikawa, I-I really admire you… ! I know you probably hear that a lot… but when I think about how hard you work, it makes me want to keep going too. Especially on days when I don’t feel like im good enough… so thank you for always inspiring me!

*Oikawa gives you a warm, genuine smile* “Awww, thanks fishin-chan!”
*Puts an arm around your shoulders,
drawing you close* “But I have a little confession,” he whispers, “Jade-chan
showed me your work and told me a little about what you’ve been dealing with,
so really the inspiring one here is you.”
*Gives you a peck on the cheek* “Now,
how about drawing a picture of Iwa-chan as a kitten or something?”

hello, Oikawa-san!!! i’ve always wanted to touch your hair, it looks so fluffy…. may i?

*Oikawa gives you a
flirty smile, running his own hand through his hair* “I’m glad you noticed,
_____-chan, I do work so hard to look nice. Especially for you.”

“Cut the crap, Trashykawa, we have a game to get to!” shouts
Iwazumi from the gym.

*Oikawa waves him
away, turning back around to face you* “Go ahead,” he concedes. As you
touch his hair, he smiles more softly, leaning into your touch. “So nice to
feel appreciated,” he mutters.

“Appreciate this!” Iwazumi snaps grabbing his collar and
yanking him away.

“So rude, Iwa-chan!” cries the setter, calling over his
shoulder, “Cheer loud for me, ____-chan! I’ll see you after the game, ok?”