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315 days with master diluc

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞?

prince!oikawa tōru x princess!reader word count: 0.4k warnings: none a/n: special thanks to @ryesei for instigating royal au brain rot n proofreading <3

it’s been years since your allied kingdoms have met, and the last time you saw the crown prince oikawa, he was a little snotty nosed brat who liked to swipe sweet delights from under the baker’s nose, and have a tantrum whenever he lost a game of dice to you. the fond memories brought a small smile to your painted lips, but for some odd reason your heart was still racing at the thought of seeing him again after so long. you're mind wandered back to a couple days prior, when your ladies in waiting gossiped about his notable beauty, and how he’s one of the most sought after bachelors in his kingdom. even further in fact, some have whispered.

suddenly trumpets rang through the throne room, shaking you of your thoughts, and instinctively you raised your chin and straightened your back. no matter how impressive he may be, you are still the crown princess of your kingdom, and you weren’t going to let a man play with your nerves and make your knees buckle. you’ve dealt with much too much to let that happen.

the enormous doors embellished with swirls of gold, and carvings of mythical animals pushed open, revealing an entourage of various knights in gleaming silver armour, and footmen dressed smartly with splashes of the familiar pale teal colour adorning their chests. the fanfare of trumpets rippled through the magnificent room and reverberated off the soaring ceilings. you forgot how grand their entrances always were; the oikawa family really did love to have a splendid show.

the golden trumpets finished their welcome, and the noble people of the royal court took their cue to stand up in respect of the royalty about to appear. the mass of silver and teal parted and the beloved crown prince oikawa tōru finally emerged in all his glory.

the whispers were right. and you hated it with a growing passion in each of his assured steps. you hated the gentle tousle of his caramel hair, and how it shined under the golden sunlight. you hated the way he commanded the room with a cool poise, and cunning smirk. you hated how fitted and flattering his royal clothing looked on him, the ivory white and the accents of pale teal complimenting his fair skin so perfectly. you hated how as he strode to greet your parents, his clear brown eyes glanced over at you, and your heart seemed to stop for a moment. you hate how as he came to greet you and took your gloved hand with his own, looking up at you through his lashes as he gently brushed his lips against your knuckle with a knowing smile, you forget how to breath.

“it’s been a while, my lady.”

thanks for reading ! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

bnha boys as your typical crushes!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, mutual pining

notes: posting this before i disappear for exams :((

୭ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 as the shy, unassuming yet friendly boy who sits next to you in class. he's always offering his lecture notes to you, picking up whatever you drop from your desk like the gentleman that he is, and makes a cute habit of tapping your chair lightly as a form of congratulations when you answer a question right. (he wishes he was bold enough to pat your shoulder instead) when he eventually does get bold enough, he'll stand by after school ends until he sees you, offering to carry your bag and walking you home if you'd let him.

୭ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 as your childhood friend whose house is right in front of yours. one minute you're bickering nonstop as you're walking to school together, and the next he has a firm hand on your shoulder, moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk without uttering a word about it. relentless teasing is normal to the two of you. he's told tons of embarrassing stories from your childhood, but once you remind him of that time you took a bath together when you were four, and you tease him for his "teeny weenie," he could only glare at you as you let out a cheeky snicker, unaware he's actually more flustered rather than embarassed of the memory. he's also had to put up with his mother gushing over you two. mitsuki claims that she's already planned out your wedding with your mother years ago. he acts irritated; you act embarassed, but there's no way to forget everything mitsuki said.

୭ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 as your best friend's older brother, always radiating a warm, approachable aura. whenever you come over to their house, he tidies everything up, prepares the snacks himself, and will insist on walking you home when it hasn't even gotten dark outside yet. you'd have to keep your composure when your best friend starts gushing over their brother asking them about you on multiple occasions, "was l/n there? is l/n coming too? how's l/n?" when he runs into you at school, eijirou likes to give you and your best friend little headpats and friendly side hugs when you part waysー you're convinced eijirou's just the embodiment of the word comfort itself.

୭ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎 as that dreamy-looking, gentleman of a guy, who goes to the same train station as you and has once let you fall asleep on his shoulder. although his initial instinct was to tap your shoulder and wake you up, it doesn't take a while before he decides not to, seeing how peaceful and adorable you look. he can't explain the warm, fluttering feeling in his chest as he gently props your head into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, careful not to wake you up. when you eventually wake up and immediately apologize for dozing off on his shoulder, he doesn't feel the slightest ounce of annoyance or discomfort, but he does feel the urge to protect you at all times. the next day, he sits next to you again, and he feels relievedー maybe even a bit overjoyed when you start talking to him. the day after, when there's particularly a lot more people on the train, he doesn't shy away from standing closely next to you. when people start bumping you, he cages you with protective arms, his hands laid flat against the wall next to your shoulders, while still leaving a respectful distance between you two. you're not sure whether your heart can still take it, but for once you wish the train would move slower this day.

୭ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 as your best friend who never misses the chance to flirt with you. your friendship is anything but boring. when you unintentionally say things at the same time and with the same tone, when you do your ridiculously complicated, secret handshake yet pull it off flawlessly, and when you exchange flirtatious remarks nonstop and burst into laughter that's loud enough to echo around the room, people can't help but find your friendship wholesome (and want to bang your heads together). no one's surprised when denki stops flirting with other people, but it takes you aback when he starts talking a lot more sincerely about his feelings for you. when he does confess to you eventually, you don't know whether to kick his shin and tell him to quit joking or just say that you've also liked him secretly since day one.

Genshin Volleyball AU - Reuniting after a month apart

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma and gn!reader

Warnings: not proofread did not have time to, fluff, profanities, innuendos, have not updated the taglist

Other works in this AU: https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/654696933944852480/genshin-au-series-masterlist

Summary: Being in the national team, he represents the country during the Olympic Games. It typically only lasts for 16 days but its common to fly in earlier for training and getting used to the ambiance and atmosphere of the Olympic stadium. That said, you have to be left behind at home owing to your job but today, he’s finally coming back!

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

While apart

There’s not a day that you don’t get your “good morning” and “good night” texts. He won’t forget.

No matter how tired he is that day he’ll always manage a “Love, I’m sleeping now, good night,”

You’re not gunna get any selfies of him unless you ask/beg real nicely. He just isn’t a selfie person (protip: if you say you miss seeing his face, he’ll send you one but he’d prefer a video call. That or he’ll send you a photo that’s like, official, like a team photo or something or a photo of him with another member)

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When You and Katsuki Argue

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Genre: angst, comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Bakugou making you cry??

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A/N: My requests are open! <3

You and Katsuki were on your way back home from Kirishima and Mina’s house warming party, let’s just say you and Bakugou were at each other’s throats during the whole party. Kirishima took Bakugou outside to get fresh air, and Mina took you in the kitchen to calm down as well. The reason why you and Katsuki were fighting was over the most unbelievable thing, it was usually like that but this time was just not the same as the other fights. Katsuki drove you both home and it was dead silent and awkward, you were looking out the window and snuggled into the seat avoiding to make eye contact with your boyfriend. “So now you aren’t gonna talk to me?” His gruff voice spoke out, “What do you think?” You spat back at him making him scoff “You are acting like a child right now.” You rolled your eyes “Oh really, like you weren’t at the party?” “You we’re the one that started all that fucking bullshit!” He raised his voice, “You were the one that started it you dumbass!” Bakugou chuckled in annoyance making your eye twitch, “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like you play victim all the god damn time we argue.” You mouth dropped “Excuse me?” You spat at him, “You fucking heard me.” There was a stop light giving Bakugou more time to throw vicious words at you, “You always wanna blame me for shit that you started, then you wanna play the fucking victim. Well guess what princess, that shit isn’t gonna work all the fucking time.” He gave you a sarcastic smirk before turning his eyes back on the road, your eyes widened at his words. You felt a lump growing In your throat as tears clouded your vision, you sniffled making Bakugou jump back to look at you. He winced as he saw your broken feature, “Baby, w-wait I- “D-don’t.” You flinched as he reached for you, you turned your body away from and snuggled into ball. You sniffled and hiccuped the whole ride home making Bakugou’s heart break,Bakugou cursed at himself.

Bakugou pulled into the driveway of your home, he turned off the car before looking at you. He leaned his hand on your back rubbing soft circles, you flinched at his hand before relaxing slightly. “Baby.” You didn’t answer, you sat up slightly before reaching for the door of the car to get out “Hey, babe wait.” You ignored him as you got out the car to walk to the door of the house, you didn’t even bother to close the car door. Bakugou sighed before rubbing his hand over his face groaning “You’re such a fucking idiot.” He cursed at himself before getting out the car, he saw you leaning against the wall waiting for the door to open. Bakugou had the house keys making you grumble in annoyance, Bakugou closed your side of the door before walking towards the door of the house where you were waiting. Bakugou looked at you with frown as he saw your tear stained face, Bakugou unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened, you dashed inside. Bakugou looked up at the sky groaning again, he knew he fucked up.

Bakugou decided to give you time to relax before speaking to you, you locked yourself in your shared bedroom as Katsuki was downstairs preparing himself to apologize. His heart broke hearing you hiccup slightly, Bakugou just wanted to kiss you and hug you tightly. He build enough courage to walk upstairs and finally talk this through, he knocked on the door before speaking. “Babe, it’s me, can we talk please?” “Go away.” Bakugou heard the tears in your voice and felt like a dick “Please baby, I wanna apologize for how I acted. I think we both misunderstood each other princess.” You sighed quietly before unlocking the door and opening it, you crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Not bothering to look at him. “Thank you baby.” He sighed in relief, before reaching out to hold your face. You shrugged away making Bakugou frown, he reached for you again. “Hey, look at me.” He said softly, you shook your head as you hiccuped. “Babe, please?” You sighed before slowly looking up at his crimson red eyes, Bakugou winced seeing your teary red eyes. “Baby… I’m sorry for blaming you for the whole incident, I think we both made a mistake.” He wiped your tears with his thumb before leaving a long loving kiss on your forehead “I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, “Hey, stop don’t apologize.” “But I started this bullshit, I- I’m the reason that we fought at the party, I ruin everything.” You began to cry more, Bakugou pulled you into his chest making you sob. He hushed you quietly as he rubbed your back and kissed your temple multiple times. “Y/N, this whole thing isn’t your fault. We both didn’t listen to each other, we misunderstood our wording baby. I’m sorry for saying that it’s your fault when it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said that, I just got caught up with us fighting and the frustration.” He rubbed your shaky back as you inhaled his scent, his sweet caramel scent calming you. “I-I forgive you Katsu.” You looked up at him, he looked down at you giving you a soft smile. “Thank you babe, I forgive you as well.” He leaned down to kiss you once, twice, then three times making you giggle. “I love you, you know that, right?” He said as he swayed your bodies back and forth softly “Yes, Katsuki, I know that.” You chuckled making him chuckle back, “Just next time, can you please control what you say?” You said with a slight nervousness, Bakugou ran his fingers through you hair before speaking. “Yes babe, I promise.” “Good, because if you pull that shit again, I’ll cut your dick off.” Bakugou chuckled “Roger that sweets.”

Tag-List: @ebiharachan @otomefan

i heard shoji HEADCANNONS??? I’VE BEEN SUMMONED ‼️ here are a few I made up on the spot >:)

- he spends like 30 minutes a day working with hair gel to make his hair spiky and cool because HOW ELSE WOULD IT JUST BE THAT WAY? and if you compliment his hair he’ll just <3 melt <3 but not SHOW that he’s melting inside but he definitely is internally

- he has trouble finding outfits that fit his body style, so if he talks to you about it, you suggest that you both design some on paper together! so if you like drawing, the two of you can design outfits and cool clothes together for him together !!

- god he’s up there with izuku in that he would be the best listener. since he’s usually quiet, he would love to listen and give calm, sound advice in situations that you ask for it. we all know he’s a gentlemen, so I KNOW he would be an amazing advice giver :)

THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE AHHHHAMSKSNNSNS I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU’LL WRITE!!!! 😌💞💞💞

shoji mezou x gn! reader a/n: BRUH I ASKED FOR LIKE ONE HEADCANNON NOT A WHOLE GODDAMN STORY LINE ALSDFLDSFJDSKF But literally can’t write this as one thing without it being like a whole-ass long story (bc im just a perfectionist) SOOO I WROTE IT IN THIS WEIRD IDK KINDA STYLE

Ok, ok, see, imagine Shoji and a reader who’s a designer - meeting when Shoji’s manager finally convinces him to focus more on his public image. He’d never really cared about it up until then, and never thought of it as important.

He begrudgingly makes an appointment and asks for you to meet him at his agency, writing it down in his calender before seemingly forgetting until the day of.

But in you walk, confident and poised - seemingly the exact opposite of Shoji - and at first he’s scared of you.

He wasn’t a fool to the way people were biased against him, the stares he got when he was on patrol, why he wasn’t in the top ten despite having extremely high rescue numbers.

What if you don’t like him? What if he’s too difficult to style for? What if he’s too scary for you?

And even though his mind is rushing when you introduce yourself, he still scrambles out a polite hello and a nod - before noticing that you didn’t, in fact, think he was scary or too difficult to work with.

In fact, you even complimented him on his hair and the way it went with his image - which he muttered out a thank you to, but could barely breathe under his mask from the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Staying distracted from trying not to show how flustered he is, he doesn’t notice until you’ve laid out all your sketches on the table to show him what your initial ideas are. They’re all prettily drawn - colored and all - showcasing him in different attire for not just hero work, but also formal events, meetings outside of patrol, and even casual wear.

“I know that it’s probably harder for you to find clothes sometimes, so I thought I could do more than just hero stuff. And since you are working on your entire brand, I thought you wouldn’t mind some suggestions for what to wear in case of public spottings,” you look towards him nervously.

“It’s perfect,” he smiles, and you see the way his eyes crinkle above his mask.

- - - - - - - - -

As time moves on, and the two of you continue to work together - your feelings for each other become more apparent (though the other never seems to notice). It leads to almost dates at coffee shops and cafés, all in the name of working together somewhere outside of the stuffy offices you’re both confined to for, what seems like, most of the day.

Your meetings are regular, and there’s never a dull moment when pro-heros’ costumes are continuously ripped to shreds - and shoji loves to hear you complain about working for his colleagues.

“I swear to god that Deku,” you mumble under your breath as you sketch furiously. “This is the third costume he’s destroyed this month. And I can’t just make a bunch and send them to him whenever needed - the whole thing is custom ordered to go with his support gear so I have to contact the company for new gear. Not to mention his mask is hand-stitched by me. It took me so long the first time and he destroyed it in three days.”

“He’s always been like that,” Shoji leans back in his chair with a smile. “In UA, I think it was worse. I’m pretty sure his costume was remade about a hundred times before he graduated.”

“Try 500,” you smirk at him. “I asked.”

Shoji’s eyes widen at that, and he watches as you start giggling before turning your notebook around to show him your new sketch.

“It’s for the Gala,” you explain. “I thought you might need something new for this one.”

The design is sleek and modern, cut to pair perfectly with the theme this year. And you even included his specifically styled hair in the drawing, a little arrow pointing to it that says “tentacole’s really cool hair” with a smiley face.

Shoji chuckles to himself before he looks up to see the excitement that rose to your face out of anticipation.

“So…. what’d you think?”

“I…” he pauses, staring at the drawing again with a furrow in his eyebrows. “I think you should make another one.”

Your face falls as you attempt to mask your disappointment. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you reach for the paper. “I’ll design something better then-”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he interrupts. “Design something for yourself. I think you should come with me and see the fruits of your labor on display.”

“Really?” your eyes light up with a smile.

“Of course.”

“I would of wanted her to be curious. And willful, unstoppable even. But with enough compassion to heal the world ... just a little bit.”

Kamisato Ayato coming in 2.6!

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. 

atsumu's hitting on you.

again, for the fifth time this week, for the seventeenth time in the last fourteen days.

"come on," he smirks, "won't you like someone like me?"

"no," you say, straightforward and blunt as you watch his facade crumble.

"oh come on," he whines, "just give me a chance."

you'd call this less of flirting, and more like a failed confession and you bite back a laugh, "no,"

atsumu's a nice guy, really, he's funny, he's supportive and sweet, but good god does he have ego.

he's full of himself and arrogant, but for once in his life, he isn't so sure of himself anymore.

five months ago, exactly five months ago from today did he start feeling like something changed, it started with tension in the air because he was no more smooth with his words, then butterflies fluttering around in his stomach whenever you came around, then the tightening of his chest whenever his name fell from your lips, then the red that would bloom on his cheeks whenever you had physical contact, and god does he feel so hopeless.

because you are the only one who could make his ego crumble, the only one who could make the butterflies in his stomach flutter and the only only who could bring red to his face.

"okay, scenario," atsumu starts, "i'm the last man on earth, would you date me?"

you ponder it for a moment, "meh."

"are you serious right now?"

that's why he's been needy, desperate even lately, dropping pick up lines and confessions as jokes for any kind of affirmation, a push strong enough for him to actually ask you out, because he really, really needs it.

"okay, another scenario," he says, "an asshole just dumped you, and you need someone else to get over them, would you date me then?"

and you laugh, "tsumu, no,"

he scoffs, offended, "would you throw me a bone here?"

it's a late afternoon on a wednesday and the two of you are hanging out at your place, having a couple drinks by the kitchen counter as the sunlight pours in, the tv is on, volume low and quiet, there is no traffic jam outside and it's quite cozy, before the two of you have to get back to work a couple minutes.

atsumu says, "alright, how about this, i offer you a dance?"

you set your empty glass in the sink, "i think you're a bad dancer."

"what?!" and oh, he sounds so offended.

"yeah, atsumu," you say, snickering, "i saw the highschool prom video."

he practically shrinks down with a surprised, horrified expression.

you laugh, and you throw a towel at him, before grabbing your keys and heading to the door, "alright, come on, lover boy, we have to go now."

atsumu gets up from his seat, and he's shoulders are noticeably slump, and he says, "just, give me a chance,"

by the doorway you turn over to him, "how about instead of all these silly scenarios and cheeky confessions, you actually ask me out after practice today?" you raise your eyebrows, smirking, and you turn away, "now, come on, we're gonna be late."

surprised doesn't even begin to describe how he feels, and it feels as if he regained a little bit of his ego now, enough confidence to actually ask you out.

looks like he got his affirmation.