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Oikawa Tooru, the Prince of Aobajousai; the heartthrob of Aobajousai; the Grand King of the Court—this last one being rather recent for him.
Being who he was, there was no way he hadn't heard of you: [Full Name], the Firecracker.
He'd seen you around in school and rumors floated after you like an aura, but he'd never spoken to you directly. You were always wearing a scowl—never a smile, and although he'd always been too crowded by girls or busy with volleyball to see them, he'd heard of the fights you'd been in, too.
Your [e/c] eyes, though bright, were always serious—as if daring someone, anyone to 'try' you. Your hands were always wrapped in bandages and no one needed an explanation as to why.
All in all, even though he was something of a lady-killer, Oikawa Tooru knew better than to involve himself with someone like you.
And that's why when he bumped into you in the halls, sending your binder and books to the floor, he put on a handsome smile and tried to ease away from your annoyed look as quickly as possible by using charm.
To pick them up or escape to practice?
He didn't want to be late, after all.
"Ah, sorry, sorry! I wasn't watching were I was goin—"
At the sight of your clenched fists and reddening face (hence the nickname 'Firecracker'), he let his voice trail off and made his choice before your ticker went off; in the next minute he was crouching down and helping you organize your scattered things.
"Oikawa-kuuun~!"
"Tooru-san!"
"Oikawaaa—"
Looking up gave the two of you a clear view of stampeding girls who managed to find their idol. He'd taken shortcuts and deserted hallways to be alone for a bit, but it seems that you were the only reason it was like a ghost town before.
In any case, the hall was no longer empty and the two of you were no longer alone.
And while some stopped abruptly at the sight of you and your irritated gaze—they're so loud!—others went for the jump.
He quickly passed you the books in his arms just in time to catch a girl with long hair who didn't offer you a glance, instead blinking flirtatiously at the tall volleyball player. "Where did you go, Tooru-kuun?"
"Oikawa-kun, we were looking everywhere for you! I really want to watch you practice today!" A curly-haired girl pouted, leaning her entire body-weight against his back and draping her dainty hands on his shoulders.
"Aya-chan—" (She squealed at his use of her name,) "—I was helping [N-]—"
"Ahh, you're so nice!"
"Helping someone like her?!"
"He's such a saint!"
He glanced at you nervously, wondering if they'd missed the memo to not annoy you too terribly much. Your head was bowed and your most face was shadowed by your [h/c] hair, leaving only your bright eyes shining menacingly at him from the darkness.
"Sorry, [Name]-chan," He said with a plastic smile, the fraudulence of it being betrayed by the bead of sweat rolling down his face, "I don't want to be late for volleyball practice."
Turning away, from scowling lips came your voice, somehow standing out amidst the bold voices of all the others; "Whatever."
Oikawa watched you leave, wide-eyed.
..Was that an angel?
After that enthralling encounter, Oikawa found himself playing the stalker, for once, rather than the stalkee.
Instead of avoiding the infamous Firecracker, he neglected to indulge his fans, instead seeking you out whenever he had time, trying to catch another note of your ethereal voice.
At first it left him stunted, but as he traced you to your classes, followed you during lunch hours, or spent any time he had spare listening for your vocals, he increasingly found himself lost in your unknowingly-given, rare blessings. Soon his attraction to your voice encouraged him to notice you as a person, not as a figure, or a firecracker, or a subject. It wasn't long before he was completely taken with you, viewing you as an ethereal being — forgetting how short-tempered and dangerous you actually were.
Luckily, he had people to remind him.
"You dumbass. Don't get yourself injured by her a week before our game."
And of course, it was Iwaizumi who was the first to notice it.
He'd sent a volleyball flying at Oikawa's head the moment he saw the latter uncharacteristically try to sneak out of the gym the second practice ended.
"Iwa-chan, you don't get it! She sounds so enchanting, like a godsend! She's sent from heaven, Iwa-chan~!" Oikawa gushed, catching the ball as it rebounded. Not even trying to deny his affections or defuse Iwaizumi's growing irritation before it exploded on him, the brunette flashed a winning smile.
He didn't bother asking if Iwaizumi had been following him, either; obviously, the ace had—not that Oikawa would have any place for argument, even if he minded. He'd been doing his own following around too, after all.
"Idiot. 'Heaven's where she'll send you if you start openly annoying her." He retorted. Then, Tooru flinched back when his best friend suddenly glowered at him with a dark aura about him, "And don't think you'll leave the gym for the team to clean up while you're off getting yourself murdered."
"Iwa-chan, she wouldn't murder m—"
Boom.
The volleyball that Oikawa had been clutching excitedly suddenly burst. "O-Oh.."
"Stupid Oikawa!"
Oikawa managed to trail you, relatively unnoticed compared to his usual amount of attention, for a week. He'd discreetly followed you to cafes you frequented, places you liked to visit, and even home. Then one of the smarter girls in his fanbase discovered the reason he hadn't been entertaining them recently. It was his fault really.
She'd been attempting to flirt with him, using her smarts as leverage for an offer to study, but he wasn't listening at all.
Why?
It just so happened you, [Name] the Firecracker (with a God-sent voice from heaven), was standing not 5 yards away, having a short conversation of your own.
And like an addict to a drug, he dropped what he was doing, and wide-eyed and hopeful with a pink-tinted face, he tuned in to your conversation, trying to catch a note of your tone.
It didn't take too long for the hopeful girl standing before him to get over the adorable expression on his face and notice what actually was happening.
Once word of it traveled through space and time via her pink-cased cellphone, a few of his other fans came to infamously stalk their stalkee, only to discover that he was just like them— dashing around corners with a gaping mouth and blushing face.
After that, it didn't take long for the news to spread like wildfire.
And when it reached your grape, you finally began to notice the subtle pair of extra footsteps whenever you were on your way to lunch. Near the end of afterschool activities, they always came back. And suddenly, you felt eyes nailing you whenever you were in the halls. Locks of suspicious brown hair were always in the corner of your usual cafe, hidden behind a high-lifted menu. Always.
All in all, it was unnerving.
That's why the Ace of Aobajousai was utterly unsurprised—only insanely irritated at his stupid friend when he saw you. Iwaizumi felt his eyebrow twitch and he facepalmed himself at the sight of you, who was mildly disturbed but also upset, standing in front of the gym doors. You didn't need to utter a word.
"Trashykawa, it's for you." He called, walking off, having decided that Oikawa deserved the beating that was coming for to him ignoring his best friend's advice and stalking you anyway.
"Hm?" Because he never really was too far from Iwaizumi, it didn't take a another second for Oikawa to poke his head out to door to see who wanted to see him. What he expected was another entourage of girls, so he had prepared an apologetic smile for not being able to see them. He most definitely didn't expect to be faced with the bright [e/c] eyes of his love staring up at him. "A-Ah!"
"Why are you following me?" You asked, crossing your arms.
The setter stood there, cheeks flushed at the sound of your words. Then when he processed the actual meaning of what was said, the color in his face doubled. "Y-You knew?!"
"I heard it through the grapevine." You muttered, before glaring up at him indignantly, "What's your problem?! Leave me alone!"
A nervous sweat rolled down his face as he fought to focus on what was being said and not the voice that was saying it, "B-But— your voice sounds beautiful!"
"Hah?" Startled, you blinked up at him twice, trying to make sense of what he said, while the brunette tried to keep himself from melting at the expression on your face.
Oh, he had it bad.
The clap! sound of another facepalm echoed from inside the gym. Oikawa, noticing that it was too silent inside, reached for your wrist like it was made of gold and delicately lead you away from his eavesdropping teammates. You eyed him doubtfully with a light pink tint on your cheeks. Beautiful?
Almost as if he'd heard your internal question, Oikawa released his light hold on your and turned to face you the moment you'd gotten further from the gym and closer to the school building. He then reiterated; "Y-Your voice is very beautiful!"
"Sh-Shut up! I heard you the first time!" You squeaked, flustered and glowering.
He nearly squealed at the sound of it, looking down at your now-flushed face with a now-wide grin, "And you look adorable, too!"
That's when you snapped and grabbed him by the front of his volleyball jersey, yanking him down to your height, "I said to shut it! You still haven't explained why you've been following me!"
Startled, Oikawa gazed at you, bright red from his neck to the tips of his ears. You were so close.
"[N-Name]-chan.." He mumbled. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he leaned forward by an inch and planted his lips on yours.
The both of you were frozen, then in completely silence. Him, in horror of what he'd just done — would you pummel him, now? And you, in shock — he kissed you. Kissed. On the mouth. As in, kissed on the mouth.
Surprisingly for the both of you, a not hit or hurt Oikawa was the first one to pull off, touching his mouth with the tips of his fingers, a beet-red color adorning his features. And just when a giddy grin was starting to stretch onto his face, your fist slammed into his gut.
"I-Idiot." You grumbled, eyeing his doubled-over body with a deep red tint on your cheeks.
The athlete coughed, straightening up after a second or two of recovery. "..Sorry."
"Tch," Turning on your heel to hide your face before he saw the bright blush, you muttered, "Next time you follow me to the cafe, you're buying."
Tooru grinned in victory. He had no problem with that.
Being who he was, there was no way he hadn't heard of you: [Full Name], the Firecracker.
He'd seen you around in school and rumors floated after you like an aura, but he'd never spoken to you directly. You were always wearing a scowl—never a smile, and although he'd always been too crowded by girls or busy with volleyball to see them, he'd heard of the fights you'd been in, too.
Your [e/c] eyes, though bright, were always serious—as if daring someone, anyone to 'try' you. Your hands were always wrapped in bandages and no one needed an explanation as to why.
All in all, even though he was something of a lady-killer, Oikawa Tooru knew better than to involve himself with someone like you.
And that's why when he bumped into you in the halls, sending your binder and books to the floor, he put on a handsome smile and tried to ease away from your annoyed look as quickly as possible by using charm.
To pick them up or escape to practice?
He didn't want to be late, after all.
"Ah, sorry, sorry! I wasn't watching were I was goin—"
At the sight of your clenched fists and reddening face (hence the nickname 'Firecracker'), he let his voice trail off and made his choice before your ticker went off; in the next minute he was crouching down and helping you organize your scattered things.
"Oikawa-kuuun~!"
"Tooru-san!"
"Oikawaaa—"
Looking up gave the two of you a clear view of stampeding girls who managed to find their idol. He'd taken shortcuts and deserted hallways to be alone for a bit, but it seems that you were the only reason it was like a ghost town before.
In any case, the hall was no longer empty and the two of you were no longer alone.
And while some stopped abruptly at the sight of you and your irritated gaze—they're so loud!—others went for the jump.
He quickly passed you the books in his arms just in time to catch a girl with long hair who didn't offer you a glance, instead blinking flirtatiously at the tall volleyball player. "Where did you go, Tooru-kuun?"
"Oikawa-kun, we were looking everywhere for you! I really want to watch you practice today!" A curly-haired girl pouted, leaning her entire body-weight against his back and draping her dainty hands on his shoulders.
"Aya-chan—" (She squealed at his use of her name,) "—I was helping [N-]—"
"Ahh, you're so nice!"
"Helping someone like her?!"
"He's such a saint!"
He glanced at you nervously, wondering if they'd missed the memo to not annoy you too terribly much. Your head was bowed and your most face was shadowed by your [h/c] hair, leaving only your bright eyes shining menacingly at him from the darkness.
"Sorry, [Name]-chan," He said with a plastic smile, the fraudulence of it being betrayed by the bead of sweat rolling down his face, "I don't want to be late for volleyball practice."
Turning away, from scowling lips came your voice, somehow standing out amidst the bold voices of all the others; "Whatever."
Oikawa watched you leave, wide-eyed.
..Was that an angel?
After that enthralling encounter, Oikawa found himself playing the stalker, for once, rather than the stalkee.
Instead of avoiding the infamous Firecracker, he neglected to indulge his fans, instead seeking you out whenever he had time, trying to catch another note of your ethereal voice.
At first it left him stunted, but as he traced you to your classes, followed you during lunch hours, or spent any time he had spare listening for your vocals, he increasingly found himself lost in your unknowingly-given, rare blessings. Soon his attraction to your voice encouraged him to notice you as a person, not as a figure, or a firecracker, or a subject. It wasn't long before he was completely taken with you, viewing you as an ethereal being — forgetting how short-tempered and dangerous you actually were.
Luckily, he had people to remind him.
"You dumbass. Don't get yourself injured by her a week before our game."
And of course, it was Iwaizumi who was the first to notice it.
He'd sent a volleyball flying at Oikawa's head the moment he saw the latter uncharacteristically try to sneak out of the gym the second practice ended.
"Iwa-chan, you don't get it! She sounds so enchanting, like a godsend! She's sent from heaven, Iwa-chan~!" Oikawa gushed, catching the ball as it rebounded. Not even trying to deny his affections or defuse Iwaizumi's growing irritation before it exploded on him, the brunette flashed a winning smile.
He didn't bother asking if Iwaizumi had been following him, either; obviously, the ace had—not that Oikawa would have any place for argument, even if he minded. He'd been doing his own following around too, after all.
"Idiot. 'Heaven's where she'll send you if you start openly annoying her." He retorted. Then, Tooru flinched back when his best friend suddenly glowered at him with a dark aura about him, "And don't think you'll leave the gym for the team to clean up while you're off getting yourself murdered."
"Iwa-chan, she wouldn't murder m—"
Boom.
The volleyball that Oikawa had been clutching excitedly suddenly burst. "O-Oh.."
"Stupid Oikawa!"
Oikawa managed to trail you, relatively unnoticed compared to his usual amount of attention, for a week. He'd discreetly followed you to cafes you frequented, places you liked to visit, and even home. Then one of the smarter girls in his fanbase discovered the reason he hadn't been entertaining them recently. It was his fault really.
She'd been attempting to flirt with him, using her smarts as leverage for an offer to study, but he wasn't listening at all.
Why?
It just so happened you, [Name] the Firecracker (with a God-sent voice from heaven), was standing not 5 yards away, having a short conversation of your own.
And like an addict to a drug, he dropped what he was doing, and wide-eyed and hopeful with a pink-tinted face, he tuned in to your conversation, trying to catch a note of your tone.
It didn't take too long for the hopeful girl standing before him to get over the adorable expression on his face and notice what actually was happening.
Once word of it traveled through space and time via her pink-cased cellphone, a few of his other fans came to infamously stalk their stalkee, only to discover that he was just like them— dashing around corners with a gaping mouth and blushing face.
After that, it didn't take long for the news to spread like wildfire.
And when it reached your grape, you finally began to notice the subtle pair of extra footsteps whenever you were on your way to lunch. Near the end of afterschool activities, they always came back. And suddenly, you felt eyes nailing you whenever you were in the halls. Locks of suspicious brown hair were always in the corner of your usual cafe, hidden behind a high-lifted menu. Always.
All in all, it was unnerving.
That's why the Ace of Aobajousai was utterly unsurprised—only insanely irritated at his stupid friend when he saw you. Iwaizumi felt his eyebrow twitch and he facepalmed himself at the sight of you, who was mildly disturbed but also upset, standing in front of the gym doors. You didn't need to utter a word.
"Trashykawa, it's for you." He called, walking off, having decided that Oikawa deserved the beating that was coming for to him ignoring his best friend's advice and stalking you anyway.
"Hm?" Because he never really was too far from Iwaizumi, it didn't take a another second for Oikawa to poke his head out to door to see who wanted to see him. What he expected was another entourage of girls, so he had prepared an apologetic smile for not being able to see them. He most definitely didn't expect to be faced with the bright [e/c] eyes of his love staring up at him. "A-Ah!"
"Why are you following me?" You asked, crossing your arms.
The setter stood there, cheeks flushed at the sound of your words. Then when he processed the actual meaning of what was said, the color in his face doubled. "Y-You knew?!"
"I heard it through the grapevine." You muttered, before glaring up at him indignantly, "What's your problem?! Leave me alone!"
A nervous sweat rolled down his face as he fought to focus on what was being said and not the voice that was saying it, "B-But— your voice sounds beautiful!"
"Hah?" Startled, you blinked up at him twice, trying to make sense of what he said, while the brunette tried to keep himself from melting at the expression on your face.
Oh, he had it bad.
The clap! sound of another facepalm echoed from inside the gym. Oikawa, noticing that it was too silent inside, reached for your wrist like it was made of gold and delicately lead you away from his eavesdropping teammates. You eyed him doubtfully with a light pink tint on your cheeks. Beautiful?
Almost as if he'd heard your internal question, Oikawa released his light hold on your and turned to face you the moment you'd gotten further from the gym and closer to the school building. He then reiterated; "Y-Your voice is very beautiful!"
"Sh-Shut up! I heard you the first time!" You squeaked, flustered and glowering.
He nearly squealed at the sound of it, looking down at your now-flushed face with a now-wide grin, "And you look adorable, too!"
That's when you snapped and grabbed him by the front of his volleyball jersey, yanking him down to your height, "I said to shut it! You still haven't explained why you've been following me!"
Startled, Oikawa gazed at you, bright red from his neck to the tips of his ears. You were so close.
"[N-Name]-chan.." He mumbled. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he leaned forward by an inch and planted his lips on yours.
The both of you were frozen, then in completely silence. Him, in horror of what he'd just done — would you pummel him, now? And you, in shock — he kissed you. Kissed. On the mouth. As in, kissed on the mouth.
Surprisingly for the both of you, a not hit or hurt Oikawa was the first one to pull off, touching his mouth with the tips of his fingers, a beet-red color adorning his features. And just when a giddy grin was starting to stretch onto his face, your fist slammed into his gut.
"I-Idiot." You grumbled, eyeing his doubled-over body with a deep red tint on your cheeks.
The athlete coughed, straightening up after a second or two of recovery. "..Sorry."
"Tch," Turning on your heel to hide your face before he saw the bright blush, you muttered, "Next time you follow me to the cafe, you're buying."
Tooru grinned in victory. He had no problem with that.
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I haven't written in too long? Have I lost my touch or am I good? smh
Oikawa is someone where it's harder for me to portray him as cheerful than as sad, even though he's almost always cheerful. Dub me as the Angst Queen; the Fluff Princess; the Grand Queen of.. procrastination. My bad.
Haikyuu!! (c) Haruichi Furudate
Oikawa Tooru (c) Haruichi Furudate
Please send a not to notify me of mistakes!
Oikawa is someone where it's harder for me to portray him as cheerful than as sad, even though he's almost always cheerful. Dub me as the Angst Queen; the Fluff Princess; the Grand Queen of.. procrastination. My bad.
Haikyuu!! (c) Haruichi Furudate
Oikawa Tooru (c) Haruichi Furudate
Please send a not to notify me of mistakes!
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I WANT MORE OF THIS AWESOMNESS~! XD