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[Oikawa Tooru x Genderneutral! Reader]
WARNING: [Strong] profanity included
≈ 2,000 Words

Oikawa Tooru. With his excellent skills in volleyball and good looks, it was no wonder that hordes of fangirls (and a few fanboys) followed him almost anywhere he went. The name wasn’t unknown in the university, and it wasn’t a secret of his feelings towards you. Your best friend, yet a constant thorn in your side. Tooru, the man who stole your heart.

But despite the two of you being closer than Bokuto and Kuroo could ever be, there was always a distance between the two of you, a line that could never be crossed. You had a thing with not touching anyone and nobody touching you, so it wasn’t unusual that Oikawa never laid a single finger on you. It was odd, the feeling that you needed to touch him, to run your hands through his soft hair and have his arms wrap around your waist, but you didn’t cross that line. It may have been the broship that you shared that couldn’t be broken, or the fact that the two of you would never be the same afterwards. Nevertheless, the two of you had a constant schedule over the winter months of your friendship which allowed you to have those special moments you cherished; the moments where you weren’t separated by fangirls or conflicting schedules.

Lunchtime Shenanigans

“[Name]-chaaaan!” A familiar voice reached your ears, a welcome change in the monotone murmurs and laughter of the cafeteria. A mop of carefully styled brown hair appeared in your vision, and eventually the crowd parted to let you see your best bro, partner in crime, and favorite dork of all time come running towards you, that shit-eating grin that you absolutely loved plastered on his face. He slid down smoothly to sit next to you, grabbing your bento and unwrapping the cute cloth around the container. The two of you sat close, although there was always space between you two. This was the normal routine for the two of you, since Tooru always seemed to forget his lunch.

“Oi, Trashikawa, you’re late. . . Again.” He was always late to your little lunch meetings, although what came next would distract you from that. “But [Name]-chan! The fangirls swarmed me again, and-” “You know that I can’t turn down the ladies.” You finished for him, having heard this speech multiple times. “Awh, [Name]-chan! Are you really so interested in me that you’d actually remember the exact words I told you yesterday?” He teased, adding a wink that would’ve made your knees jelly if you were standing up. “S-shut up! You just say that too often, that’s why!” The banter continued for a few minutes, the topic of discussion jumping from that to ridiculous subjects such as ‘If you were to drink half of one of those five-hour energy drinks, would it give you five hours of half-assed energy or 2.5 hours of energy?’ to ‘Can crop circles be squares or triangles?’ The minutes practically flew by, and neither of you touched your food until five minutes before the bell.

Glancing up at the clock, your eyes widened as you concluded yet another heated debate. “Oh shit! I have to eat and get to class!” You started to shovel food into your mouth, and passing students gave you strange looks. But Oikawa Tooru just sat there, that smile still on his face.

“[Name]-chan?”

“What is it, Oikawa?” You replied between swallows.

“Can you feed me?”

The question definitely stopped you in your tracks, chopsticks forgotten as they clattered onto the metal table.

“EH?!”

Forced Exercise

You winced at the sudden light flooding into your room, the unwelcome guest flooding your eyelids like nobody’s business. But opening them brought another surprise, and showed you yet another unwelcome person. The silhouette of a tall young man blocked some of the light, and you were just about to throw a nearby lamp at him before you realized who it was.

“Oikawa. . . Tooru?” Your voice sounded much worse in the morning, and even though you looked like total shit, that was the least of your problems at the moment. Oikawa Tooru was in your room.

“[Name]-chan! Were you really going to throw that lamp at me?! You’re so mean sometimes!” Yup, that was definitely Tooru. That voice was something that you couldn’t easily forget, no matter if you wanted to or not. His handsome face peered closer to yours, now only a foot away.

“How did you even get in here?!” All grogginess was forgotten as you leaped out of bed, flushing in embarrassment as you saw how messy your room was, with all the posters and discarded clothing and underwear strewn about. His smirk was as smug as always, and even his perfectly tousled hair was that’s it, absolutely perfect. “Your parents let me in, of course. They’re so nice, [Name]-chan! Maybe you should try to be more like them~” You scowled at his response, obviously unhappy at his smooth comeback. Your crossed your arms and glared at him, another sign of annoyance, before opening your mouth to speak.

“So, why are you here?”

“Don’t you remember, [Name]-chan? You promised that you would go to the gym with me today!”

Oh. That’s right. As a ploy to get Tooru to leave you alone to study, you promised that you would work out with him in the gym during the weekend, every week. Now the day came, and you were already regretting that decision.

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‘It hasn’t even been five minutes yet and I’m already sweating. . .’ The words that went through your head were all too true, and you had just realized how out of shape you were. Tooru, on the other hand, seemed to be doing ten times better than you were, the expression in his eyes something that you’ve never seen before. Determination. Then again, you never went to any of his volleyball games or practice matches, no matter how many times he asked - no, begged you to.

It was difficult to keep your eyes off of your male companion, no matter how hard you tried. The way his hair flopped around as he ran, and the sweat glistening on his forehead and dripped down to his chin.

“[Name]-chan! Stop checking me out and get back to work! We still have an hour left.” The words snapped you out of your daze as you realized how long you had been staring at him.

“I wasn’t checking you out!”

“Don’t deny it, [Name]-chan, you were.”

And as if on cue, the tinny song blasting off of the gym speakers ended and was immediately replaced with ‘I’m Sexy and I Know It’.

Movie Marathons

At least once a month the two of you would get together to watch a random genre of movies, whether it be action or romantic comedy, snacks would be pooled on the small coffee table at your house and comfy pillows and blankets would be provided to fight off the winter cold. It was the perfect setup just to chill out with a bro and watch a ton of movies.

But this month, things changed. Tooru brought in the one movie type that you hated above all else.

Horror movies.

A whole stack of them, waiting to be watched. You would have preferred to stand outside in the freezing cold, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a shirt.

“[Name]-chan, do you not like horror movies?” The look on Oikawa’s face was so innocent and excited to watch that you couldn’t say what was actually on your mind.

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So now here you are, with all your hairs standing on end and digging your nails into Tooru’s arm like there was no tomorrow. Despite having his arm strangled by your iron grip, Tooru simply chuckled at your paranoia in the movie.

“[Name]-chan, there’s nothing to be afraid of! It’s just a mo-” The poor brunette didn’t even get to finish his sentence, since a loud, screaming jumps care from the movie cut him off. The sound was soon muted and the whole house was filled with your screams, accompanied by Tooru’s not-so-manly screams.

For the rest of the night, the two of you skipped the movie marathon and just fell asleep on the couch, bowls of half-finished ice cream sitting in your laps.

New Year’s

Despite your protests, you found yourself being forced into fancy clothes and bundled up to be dragged to a New Year’s Eve Party. This happened every year with your group of friends, who always took you along to one of their parties to “start the year off right” and to get you to meet new people. The past few years were a bust, and you expected this one to be like all the others, standing on the edge of the dance floor with a drink in hand, watching your intoxicated friends find some find piece of ass to grind on and waiting for the countdown to start. But this year wasn’t like the others.

“Fancy seeing you here, [Name]-chan.” A silky voice purred in your ear, making you jump.

“Oikawa! D-don’t do that to me, okay? That’s way too close.” You huffed, although being close to Tooru was somehow different than being close to anyone else. The blaring of music caused you both to raise your voices a little, although Tooru’s voice was music to your ears, even more so than the stuff blasting out of the tall speakers near the back of the bar.

“Well, [Name]-chan, I have to admit that you look pretty fine tonight.” A smirk found it’s way to Tooru’s face, and you could feel your face flaming red as you looked yourself over, then switching your gaze over to your brunette friend. With a pair of classic converse, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt advertising a volleyball game that took place years ago, he was looking better than he usually did in his volleyball or school uniform. But before you could say a word, a new voice came over the speakers, and the music turned down a little.

“It’s time for the countdown! Here comes a new year people!”

“Ten!” Your palms began to sweat, and you inched towards Tooru as the crowd began to get more and more rowdy.

“Nine!” You wondered if things were going to be different this new year, and if you were ever going to get a boy/girlfriend.

“Eight!”

“Seven!”

“Six!” An arm slithered around your waist, and you looked down to find that it was Tooru. You flinched slightly, but continued chanting the countdown along with the others.

“Five! Four!” Silently cursing your handsome friend for touching you, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. You expected this to be uncomfortable, but it felt familiar somehow.

“Three!” Another hand grasped your chin lightly, and tilted your face up. Your eyes met a pair of chocolate brown ones, and your face flushed red at your closeness to Oikawa.

“Two!” The space between the two (HAH GET IT) began to close, and you could feel his warm breath on his face. You became painfully aware of the smell of his shampoo, for some reason.

“One!” The distance between the two of you finally closed, and his soft lips met yours. Fireworks seemed to be going off in the background, even though that might have just been you.

“ZERO!” The crowd went wild, although neither of you seemed to notice. Your eyelids fluttered closed as you enjoyed this feeling, this feeling of being touched in such a way that made your knees feel like jelly and your mind go hazy. Tooru separated from you, and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes.

“Wow, [Name]-chan! For someone who’s probably never done this before, you’re a really good kisser~!” He grinned that ovary-nuking smile, letting that sink in for a little while before leaning closer to whisper something in your ear.

“Want to take this to a place more private?”