-this has been in my drafts since last year wow
-Oikawa Tooru imagine
You're having a bad day because you haven t been taking care of yourself. Volleyball was your second love, the one right after you met your best friend and (now) boyfriend Tooru.
At some point, you took it too far despite having having much homework and other responsibilities outside of volleyball. After practice you meet up with Tooru and he knows just by the look on your face that you're unwell.
"(Y/n)?" His voice is sweet and soft, that childish tone he always had gone with the wind. "What's wrong?" You're about to answer him, and you really didn't plan to lie that you were fine when you weren't. But at the last second, the world starts to spin and you find your knees wobbling.
Tooru's worried face tilts as you stumble. You're so tired that you don't even have the energy to cry out. Tooru catches you into his chest, pulling you close as he lifts you off the ground, gym bag and all.
You blame it on your stupid perfectionism. Your stupid ambitions. Your want to be a step further than the people who always leave you in the dust. It always seems that no matter what you do, you're behind. Forgotten.
But not with Tooru. Never with Tooru.
"You might be dehydrated," he seriously begins. "You had a good lunch today, and we both had the same thing for breakfast." When he sets you down on a bench, he opens his water bottle and places it to your lips. Despite the calm expression he's overtaken, you sense he's panicking underneath that.
Tooru wanted to be strong for you. There was no time to be acting like a little kid when you could be seriously injured, or worse.
That thought sends him spiraling. He whips out his phone and hurriedly scrolls through his contacts for Hajime's. When the line beeps and Hajime picks up, Tooru lowers your head on his lap. He digs a hand through your locks, gently running his long fingers through them.
"Iwa-chan?!" he cries into the phone. "Yeah, I know I just saw you leave--no, that's not--shut up--it's (Y/n)! She's not feeling well and--okay, yeah. I'm by the entrance on the bench under the Sakura tree. Thanks."
Tooru hangs up rather hastily and places a hand to your forehead. "(Y/n), have you been stressed out lately?" he inquires. "I know you do other clubs besides volleyball, and on top of that, you have advanced classes." A dramatic gasp suddenly escapes his lips and he doesn't take a second longer to pull you back to his chest into a loving embrace.
"Don't do this to yourself." He mutters into your hair. "I don't...I don't want you to end up like me." The weight in his voice hurts. It makes your chest heavy and the pain in your head subside into a cold, icy front. You stare up at him into those warm, concerned eyes of his. A simple 'I'm sorry' sits on your tongue. You can't muster the courage to say it when sorry wouldn't take that pained look off his face.
Tooru plants a caring kiss to your forehead, as if he were afraid you'd shatter under his touch. You link hands with his, giving it a shaky squeeze. "I'll agree if you do the same," you murmur. "No overworking yourself either. Else we'll both end up like this."
A small, unamused cross between a chuckle and a sigh escapes Tooru's lips. He only brings you further still, cupping your pale cheeks in his. He traces a thin, smooth finger across your face. "We're just so alike, aren't we Princess?"
"I don't know if that's a good thing." Whether your weak comeback was funny or not didn't matter. You both sit there in each other's embrace, chuckling and laughing to the best of your ability. When Hajime pulls up by the gates with his mum's car, Tooru scoops you into his arms bridal style and marches down the lane.
"We'll have to work on your sleep schedule." he notes. "You need your beauty sleep as much as I do. It's good for your hair and your skin, you know."
"Only because of you I do." You rest your head against his chest with a low sigh. "I'm sorry for scaring you Tooru. I'm alright, promise. I just...I guess I'm tired. And stressed out."
Tooru understands. He understands and he knows because he's been there from day one. If there was one thing you both shared, it was your undying dedication to your individual ambitions.
"You don't feel good enough." The words left his mouth before he could give it a second thought. "You're constantly looking at someone else's back, and because of that, you're scared to be left behind." He glances down at you and all you can do is bury your face in his chest.
You don't even care about the sweat because you're just as sweaty as him. There was no one else in the universe who could make you feel so safe.
A small nod is all you muster. Tooru's expression softens and he kisses your head again. "Well, my Princess is amazing," --the bright tone returns to his voice-- "and if she can't realise that, then I'll show her. Somehow. She's strong, and no matter how many times she falls, she gets back up again. That's why I love her."
He pauses in front of Hajime's car to meet your eyes.
"That's why I love you. I don't care what you think because you're good enough and always will be. Why? Because you're (Y/F/N), my Princess."
Tears blur your vision and burn at the edges of your eyes. You sink into Tooru's touch as he opens the door and cradles you close to him in the backseat. Hajime doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to when he knows you've got each other.
The car starts. A soft song falls from the radio, a quiet calm that drowns out your sniffles. When the chorus comes on, Tooru's eyes burn. It's his turn to bury his head into you, because now, it's time for the tears to fall for him too.
It's then that Hajime decides to speak up. "Geez, what is this?" he grumbles. "A funeral?" There's a pause as he heaves a long breath. "We're going to my house, got it? I'll make dinner, but next week, we're having movie night at Shittykawa's. Deal?"
You and Tooru sniffle and wipe away each others' tears. It's cheesy and stupid, but it makes you feel a little better to know you aren't alone in your sob-fest.
"Deal!" you exclaim in unison.