Haikyuu Imagines

Cloud 9 (Oikawa)

"One small iced coffee and a milk bread!" the barista announced, smiling at the man who ordered the same thing combination every weekend. He thanked the barista with a nod of his head and took his treats to the second floor, cozying up in his usual spot.

It was another freezing weekend morning, and today, there had even been some snow flurries on his walk to the café. A few months ago, he would show up whenever he had university assignments to take care of: book reports, last-minute papers, studying. The caffeine, the sweet bread, and the calming jazz overhead–it was the perfect trifecta to kick him into gear and focus. But lately, he had found himself at the café Saturdays, Sundays, and even Friday evenings if he had no plans. Yep, the great Oikawa Tooru had been reduced to this all because of you.

As if on cue, the front door opened, bells jingling overhead. You strolled in with your usual tote bag full of supplies, but today you were all bundled up. Oikawa decided your winter garb made you look like a mini marshmallow, like the ones in the hot chocolate you always ordered. As soon as the barista handed you your steaming hot cocoa, a smile widened on your face.

"You're in a good mood today, Y/N," the barista noted. "Special occasion?"

Your eyes flitted to the window, "I guess you could say that."

And with that, your feet began moving on their own accord, dragging you up the steps and past the other tables until you stopped at his. His head was forced down into the nose of his book, as if he was deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, can I sit here, today?" you tapped him on the shoulder.

Every muscle in Oikawa's body tensed. He liked the second floor because every now and then, he could sneak glances at you and what you were working on. And sometimes, the two of you would catch each other's gaze, yours searing into him from the first floor where you usually sat.

"Sure," Oikawa murmured, moving his books to his side of the table.

Slowly, you sat across from him and began setting up your supplies. He tried not to watch as you laid your brushes out and propped open your portable palette.

"You can watch," you smiled, catching him in the act of trying to look away from your setup. "I usually sit down there and paint, but the snow clouds look even better up here. The sky is one of my favorite things to paint".

However, Oikawa was confused. The colors the girl had prepared on her palette did not match the hues in the sky. Blue, brown, a salmon-like pink. Wait. Oikawa glanced down at his navy blue jacket and the hint of his salmon-colored vest underneath that was neatly tucked into his brown slacks.

You laughed, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. "I usually paint clouds, but today, I want to try something different. I want to paint you. Is that okay?"

Oikawa's cheeks lit up in a blush. Whenever he saw you, he figured you were really quiet and shy. In those countless scenarios in his head, he always imagined himself making the first move. And now here you were, beating him to it.

"Sure," he mumbled again, drawing yet another laugh from you.

"Is that the only thing you can say?" you teased him. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I thought it was about time we introduced ourselves."

Oikawa looked at your outstretched hand, shaking it gingerly. "I'm Oikawa Tooru," he started. "It's nice to finally meet you."

After a few more small exchanges, Oikawa found his rhythm in the conversation, gaining back the confidence that defined him. He listened to you talk about your obsession with clouds, how the shading and puffiness was so beautiful yet so annoyingly difficult to capture with a brush. And you listened to him talk about his university classes and the volleyball team he was on, just now noticing his athletic build.

"Can I come to a game one day?" you asked, not sure if you were overstepping. You loved painting the sky, but ever since you'd spotted the brunette on the second floor, you couldn't paint anything. Your clouds looked atrocious, and any other attempts drained all your energy. You figured the only way to overcome this was either confess or paint your new muse. And today, you were killing two birds with one stone.

"Of course you can come!" Oikawa flashed you a million-dollar smile, and your stomach twisted into a pretzel. "Oh, wait!"

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from drinking your paint water by accident. You were pretty sure you had been reaching for your hot cocoa, but sure enough, your paint water cup rested in your hands. Oikawa set the cup down and handed you the right drink, also feeding you a piece of milk bread.

"Do you want to go on a date?" you managed between mouthfuls of milk bread. "Get to know each other beyond this coffee shop?"

Oikawa's heart pounded so hard, he could feel his pulse in his toes. "Sure."

"Wow, so 'sure' is your default answer when you get nervous, huh?" you leaned in.

The brunette tried to process everything, but his mind was on cloud nine. You in front of him, laughing and holding his hands. The cold beyond the front doors felt like nothing compared to your radiant smile.

"A few more dates, and I think you'll learn I can say a lot more than 'sure'," Oikawa winked.

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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!! Hope everyone is staying safe and warm with their loved ones <3

Question of the imagine: If you were to confess to your crush on Valentine's day, how would you confess?