Hi! Can I request for an Oikawa x reader where the reader is somewhat a tsundere and Oikawa is totally in love with the reader but the reader doesn't really believe him bec of his playboy ways (??) And the reader lowkey likes Oikawa too hehe please give it a very cute and fluffy ending 🙏🥺 I know its too much but id be really happy if you can make it. But you can also totally this too tho 😊 Tysm 😁😁

From the Start, It Was You -Oikawa Tooru-

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“Not a good day to forget your umbrella, hm?” 

Oikawa Tooru jumps at the sound of the sudden voice behind him as you blink in surprise, wondering just why the popular boy was on his toes as you look into the cascading rain, pulling a single earbud out of your ear. It was strange seeing people leave school the same time you did, especially when everyone was mostly at their club activities, the art club deciding to release a little earlier today. 

“Yeah. Really not a good day.” Oikawa sighs in response, wondering why you looked so familiar before realizing you were in his grade, assigned to the class next to his. “You’re still here...Y/N, is it?” 

“The famous setter actually knows my name.” You crack a grin, leaning against one of the school pillars as Oikawa notices the paint on the sleeve of your uniform, noticing the slight carelessness in how you dressed your attire, contrasting greatly with the pristine look of the other girls’ as your entire aura held a certain maturity to it that Oikawa hadn’t sensed before. 

“I tend to remember all the pretty girl’s names.” 

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to be flattered?” 

“Well do you know this famous setter’s name?” Oikawa flirts, moving to stand next to you as you scoff a little, pulling out the second earbud as your eyes don’t tear away from the falling water. 

“Oikawa Tooru. I know your friend Matsukawa, he...is very detailed when telling me about you.”

“He probably doesn’t say very good things about me, does he?” Oikawa sweatdrops, feeling his stomach drop before wondering why he cared so much about what you, a stranger, thought about him. 

“Nah, I don’t believe that. You seem like a nice enough guy, it’s not good to believe what other people say about you unless you know the person directly.” 

“Those words sound even better when they’re coming from a girl as pretty as you.” Oikawa says, surprised at how easily the words slipped off his tongue. He had genuinely meant it, feeling a little proud at your melodic laugh that rang in his ears as he found himself wanting to talk to you longer. 

Oikawa swallows, noting that your smile was absurdly pretty. The mature and developed mindset that you held up was different. Different from- 

“Oikawa-Kuuuuuuun! Thanks for waiting!” 

Oikawa flinches, suddenly wishing he hadn’t made any plans. 

You quirk a brow at the girl running out of the school, amused when a second girl follows. And then a third. 

Oikawa’s eyes snap towards you to see you already pushing off the pillar and adjusting your bag strap, offering him a side smile along with your plastic umbrella. You realized why he had been so jumpy earlier, he didn’t have an umbrella to walk these three girls home and was dreading their arrival. 

“It seems like you might need this more than me.” 

“Y/N, wait-” 

“I’m fine! I promise, just...I didn’t expect what Matsukawa said to be true.” You shrug nonchalantly, internally beating yourself up for thinking the attention he had been giving you was genuine. “I’ll see you around school.”

Oikawa’s calls fall short as you run into the rain, not looking back as Oikawa feels the familiar sling of all the girl’s clinging onto him, gushing about how much of a gentleman he was for waiting. 

But he could barely hear them, watching your figure fade into gray distance as he really really wished he hadn’t made any plans today so he could talk with you until the rain shower lifted. 

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 “Matsunnnn, just give me her number!” 

“Oi, Iwa. I know punching him is your thing, but mind if I have a go?” 

“Be my guest.” 

Oikawa sighs, staring at his unwrapped milk bread as Hanamaki arches a brow, shoveling rice into his mouth as Iwa and Matsukawa exchange glances. Matsukawa finishes off his onigiri before shrugging.

“Y/N’s cool. I don’t need you playing her for a few weeks until she gets heartbroken like all the others. You know I can’t get a date because I’m your friend?”

Oikawa didn’t know why that rainy day had such an immense effect on him, and found himself wanting to know more about you, finding the time in his day to casually stroll past the art room to catch a glance of you intensely focused on your canvas, fingers stained with color. 

“Dude. That’s called stalking.” 

“Correction, Makki, the art room is a public place.”

“...Are you dumb? That’s still stalking.” 

The brunette had stopped listening, noticing your figure in the distance walking alongside one of your friends, laughing along with her. Making a split decision, Oikawa brings himself to his feet, shuffling around in his bag before jogging up to you, managing to dodge Iwa’s swipe at his collar. 

“Y/N-chaaan!” 

You pause, eyes widening before telling your friend to go ahead without you, walking to meet the popular setter you met in the rain halfway. 

“What do you need, Oikawa-san?” 

Oikawa stills. Why were you so formal all of a sudden? 

“Your umbrella! I still have it, and I wanted to-” 

“Thanks.” You slip the plastic umbrella from his grasp before turning on your heel, frowning when Oikawa grabs your hand to stop your hasty retreat before he can stop himself. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to-?” 

“I’m not interested in being strung along.” You don’t turn back around, simply pulling your hand from his before glancing back at the handsome setter. “Girls aren’t a thing you can mess around with for a little before dumping.” 

“I...I thought you didn’t believe what other-” 

“Okay, so is it true?” You face Oikawa fully, tone challenging as you cross your arms. “Tell me it isn’t, and I’ll believe you.” 

Oikawa discovers his throat is suddenly dry. Could he tell you that it was false?

You chuckle a tad humorlessly, pulling at your paint-stained sleeve. “I have to go, there must be others you can play with, right?” 

Oikawa couldn’t understand the hurt in your tone, nor could he understand the sinking in his chest as he watched you walk off, the sight looking oddly familiar as he remembers the two strangers who stood laughing in the rain before one watched the other walk into the distance. 

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“He’s really not a bad guy, you know?” 

“Matsukawa, you can’t jump from calling him a douchey heartbreaker to not a bad guy.” 

“I have my moods, okay?” 

You laugh a little, doodling in the corner of your paper as you hum. “I’m not interested in being friends with someone like him.” 

“...so like not even as more than friends?” 

You shoot Matsukawa a pointed look as your friend simply smirks back, knowing fully well Oikawa intended to make you his next target. For the past three weeks, Oikawa had made an effort to drop by your club activities with juices for everyone, making the girls in your club swoon and Oikawa’s advances to go unanswered. He even waited for you after school, but you never knew if he was waiting for you or someone else, considering he was never able to call out to you as you brushed by him. 

“I’m not interested.” You repeat, Matsukawa pouting in his friend’s defense. “Okay?” 

Before the volleyball player can retort, you quirk a brow at the girl approaching your desk, slipping a note on the polished wood as she giggles. 

“Oikawa-kun told me to give this to you, Y/N-chan!” 

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. You didn’t know this girl, so what was with the use of the honorific? Your eyes scan the note before scoffing a little, pocketing it as the girl skips off. Matsukawa’s intruding stare makes you shrug, waving it off as you bite your lip, heart beating unintentionally fast at the words written on the paper. 

Come to the gym after school, we need to talk. 

So when you rush out of your classroom as soon as the bell rings, not realizing the paper had slipped out of your pocket, Matsukawa picks it up in the midst of calling your name before his eyes narrow. 

Oikawa’s handwriting had never looked this neat before. 

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“He’s in here!” 

You had a bad feeling. Why was this girl, obviously one of the heads of his fanclub, excited to lead you to Oikawa? There was no way...

but what if he was? 

You stare at the cracked doors, hearing the girl run off in a fit of giggles as you push the handle, beginning to push the door open when a pair of footsteps come rushing behind you. 

“DON’T-!” 

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. 

The bucket of muddy water balanced atop the door frame tipped over as you looked up, realization dawning onto you as you wonder just how you fell for such a childish trick. Your eyes shut tight, hands coming up to shield your head from the metal bucket more than the horrid liquid before the sound of footsteps comes closer. 

Oikawa put all the strength he had into his legs to lunge towards you, pulling your defensive figure into his chest tightly as the brunette ducks his head over yours, wincing when the bucket hits his back with a sharp clang. You whimper, wondering why you only felt droplets before you begin to take in the situation, feeling arms wrapped tightly around your figure. 

“O-Oikawa-Kun! Are you alright?!” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What if we hurt his face?!”  

The brunette looks up at the scatter of girls that emerged from the shadows, cameras and phones ready to record falling loosely at their sides as his expression darkens from the usual sweet, welcoming look he usually dawned. 

“You could have seriously hurt Y/N! What the hell is wrong with all of you?!” 

You close your eyes as your heart beat begins to calm down from the chain of events, hearing whimpers and cries as the girls begin to accuse you of stealing all of their oh-so-loved one’s attention away as Oikawa audibly scoffs in disbelief. 

“I...I don’t even know what to say right now. Don’t call me or talk to me anymore, I’m cutting ties with all of you.” 

You’re still shaking in disbelief as Oikawa tugs you by the wrist out into the hall, continuing to tug you until you begin to take into account what just happened before blinking out of your daze to see the back of his school uniform drenched along with his hair. 

“Shit! U-Um, we have some first aid in the art room, and everyone’s gone home-” You begin to ramble, pulling Oikawa towards the art room nearby as he takes on an unreadable expression, allowing you to guide him before you sit him in one of the seats by the window, rushing to the supply closet afterwards. 

Oikawa watches as you hastily try to towel off his hair the best you can, worry evident in your eyes as he remains silent, soaking in just how pretty you were in the light of the now setting sun. 

“Do you mind if you take off your shirt s-so I can see where you got hit?” 

You remain uneasy as Oikawa stays silent as he begins to unbutton his school uniform, looking away as he does so before your faced with his bare back. Your hand traces gently over the growing bruise as you frown. 

“I’m gonna go get ice-!” 

An arm lashes out to grab yours before you can do so, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I’ll ice it later, this is nothing.” Oikawa’s voice is comforting as he pats the stool in front of him. “Let’s talk.” 

You relax a little, picking up the towel again to continue drying his hair as you wonder how you ended up toweling off the hottest boy in school as he sits in front of you, shirtless. You take a seat, refusing to meet his eyes from that close a proximity.

“About?” You squeak uncharacteristically as Oikawa smiles a little before catching the wrist that was toweling off his hair, laying his forehead down on your shoulder as you yelp. 

“I’m so glad I made it on time.” 

“You’re making it sound like I got shot.” You joke, attempting to push him off before Oikawa lifts his head, brown eyes dead serious as you find yourself, for once, at a loss for words. 

“What happened to you is my fault.” He sighs, playing with your fingers in his own as you feel the wall you built up against him begin to crumble. You feel heat where his fingers trace your cheek gently, almost as if you were the most fragile thing on earth, ready to break or run away at any moment. 

“Yeah. It is.” You laugh breathily, beginning to get up again. “I’m gonna go find that ice-” 

“Y/N.” 

You bite your lip as Oikawa stands, pulling your back into his bare chest. 

“What will it take for you to believe me?” 

“B-Believe what?” 

“Don’t play dumb Y/N, not when you’re so smart.” Oikawa’s breaths tickle your ear as your heart beats loudly against your ribcage, feeling his own heart beat against your back. 

“You’re the one that I want. I’ve never wanted someone so badly before...I don’t even think I’ve ever loved someone before...” 

You tremble, anticipating what he was gonna say next. 

“But then you came into the picture, and I haven’t been able to look away since.”

You relax, feeling as if a huge weight was lifted off your chest before turning, pulling Oikawa down into a fierce kiss which he readily responded to hungrily as all doubt in your mind seems to dissapear with your shared actions. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy, Y/N L/N.” Oikawa smiles as you catch your breath after pulling away, hands tightening around your waist. “So do me a favor?” 

“Are you really in a position to be asking me for favors?” You quirk a brow as Oikawa grins at your sassy reply, feeling as if all the work to win you was worth it. 

“Just one.” Oikawa cups the side of your face, brown eyes examining yours as if he was reading into the depths of them. 

“Don’t fade into the distance anymore away from me, okay?” 

“Tired of the chase?” You tease before Oikawa closes the distance between the two of you a second time, rolling his eyes at your sarcasm with a smile. 

“Very. Allow me to lock you down as mine, Y/N.” 

“Gotta catch me first, don’t get so cheeky.”

And so, the two lovers that had turned from strangers laughed in the middle of the empty classroom as the sun continued to set, an unbuttoned shirt laying side by side with a damp towel as Oikawa Tooru finds his chest filled with an emotion that he had once been blindly searching for, not realizing that the girl who held the key to that emotion-

had been assigned to the class just next to his, paint stained on her sleeves and uniform tucked out of her skirt. 

HEY HEY YOU!!! NEE!!!! oikawa. making out. slow.

onb. h god i’m gonna go STUPPID

you’ve been like this for the better part of the hour: tooru’s hands lovingly caressing the softness of your hips, petting your body as the two of you kiss. one of your hands is placed on the soft cashmere of his sweater while the other finds home in the chestnut locks of his hair.

the way tooru kisses you is dizzying; the way his tongue languidly intertwines with yours, the sweet, chaste pecks he places every now and then on your kiss swollen lips, the trail of spit connecting the two of you every time you part, and the lazy way his lips move on yours.

his hands slip under you shirt, unhurriedly feeling the warm skin of your tummy before making their way up to cup your breasts. you whimper into his mouth at the contact and he simply hums back in response. you feel him smile against your lips which inadvertently makes you smile back.

tooru pulls away momentarily only to place a gentle kiss at the corner of your lips. you hum as he places kisses on your cheek before making his way down to your jaw. “tooru,” you sigh, no intention behind it but simply just to say his name. tooru makes his way down to your neck, licking and suckling tenderly at your skin as his hands knead the soft flesh of your breasts.

“hm?” he questions, voice smooth like silk and hypnotizing. he pulls away from your neck and moves so that his face is in front of yours. you cant help the lovesick smile that forms on your face when you see his disheveled hair— messy from your hands—, the rosy flush high in his cheeks, the sheen of spit covering his pink, swollen lips, and the pretty hazels of his eyes that you find yourself still getting lost in.

“nothing,” you breathe, hand cupping his jaw, “you’re pretty.”

tooru mirrors the dopey grin on your face, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “you’re prettier.”

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a haikyuu matchup please?

- I go by she/her pronouns and I want to be matched with a male character from Haikyuu!! please.

- My birthday is January 6th, 2004 and I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Libra Rising (my Mercury is in Sagittarius, my Venus is in Aquarius, and my Mars is in Aries if you wanted to know the rest).

- I’m 5’2, I have brownish-red hair and blue eyes.

- I spend a lot of time doing school work because I’m really driven by it and I’ve had good grades a majority of high school. When I’m not doing schoolwork I enjoy listening to music or going on a walk! I really like going on sunrise/sunset walks bc they’re always really pretty! I try to do community service in my free time. I'm currently a summer camp counselor but I hope to be a lab tech one day :)

- If I were to go on a date with a partner I don't really mind what we do, but I like book dates, movie dates, and especially museum dates!! In a partner I'm looking for someone who shares the same interests as me, is kind, has a good sense of humor, and most importantly can understand and work through my emotions with me. I get really bad mood changes so if he can work with me through that I really value it. My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

- I think that one of my fatal flaws is that although I appear kind and respectful when I’m out in public, I got kind of bad anxiety and high stress which is why I snap at people some times. I also get really defensive so I hate that as well.

-To finish off I’m an ISFP and Enneagram Type 9v1.

- I hope you have a great day! Ty if you do this! Also I love your blog colors 💗