The Storyteller (Oikawa Tooru x reader)

28. you tell me

You and Oikawa damn well knew that getting into a relationship at this point would spell disaster for the both of you. As strongly as you felt about each other, you were both intelligent to understand the one thing that kept you from dating properly.

You were both going to entirely different countries; and although long distance could work out in some rare cases, it usually did not. You weren't about to become even more attached to him only to be ripped away from him last minute.

Painful, but logical.

So you and Oikawa agreed that you wouldn't commit to a relationship.

That didn't mean you two still didn't… engage in some intimate activities. 

Which is how you found yourself pressed up against a wall at school, in a lone corridor, Oikawa kissing you fiercely, while pinning your wrists to the surface behind you.

Once he drew away, trying to catch his breath, you removed your hand from his grasp, and gave him an exasperated look. "Fucking hell, it's only been day one of attempting to hide whatever's happening between us, and now you do this," you sighed.

"Well," Oikawa defended. "You look good in your uniform."

You wrinkled your nose. "So do you, but you don't see me dragging you out of the classroom as soon as lunch starts, do you?"

"I suppose I just don't have a very good self restraint then," he chuckled, his voice low and husky next to your ear. When he felt you stiffen, he drew away with a smirk, purposely pulling his arms from you.

A scowl crossed your face; and with a boldness that only showed face when you were angry, you snatched his tie, and used it to haul him towards you. Oikawa choked in surprise, having to steady himself by gripping your shoulders harshly.

"Yeah, well I've got all the patience in the world," you replied dryly. "So if I don't consent, and you want me, I guess I'll have to make you beg for it."

(Ok, woah. Had that crossed a line?...)

The look in his eyes quickly made itself known as thinly veiled attraction, as he pushed his lips onto yours again. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered against your mouth.

"Thanks,” you chuckled slightly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday that I was one of the hottest people you’d ever seen?” Oikawa pouted, pulling away to give you an almost condescending look.

You rolled your eyes, “Touche.” Then you promptly used his tie to drag him back into your make out session.

When footsteps sounded from the other hallway, leading to the one that you two were in, Oikawa and you quickly separated, and tried frantically to fix your appearances; you hastily stood next to each other nonchalantly, just in time, as the person walked into the corridor.

“Ah, hello,” Rin smiled weakly at you two, clearly avoiding Oikawa’s gaze. “(Y/n), could I talk to you for a second?”

(Ok, how the fuck were you not supposed to freak out?)

“Sure…” you mumbled, shifting, and following her into another deserted passage, inwardly praying she hadn’t heard anything from beforehand.

“I take it Oikawa-kun told you that we broke up,” Rin got straight to the point, and you winced a bit.

“Yes,” you replied shortly, trying not to sweat.

“He told me he was going to Argentina, and I don’t want him to go,” Rin murmured softly. “I want him to stay here with me, so we can build a life together.”

You tried not to laugh, drawing your mouth into a thin line. “Rin, you’re both 18. It’s not like high school relationships last---”

“It could!” she interjected desperately. “I could… try and make him stay. Volleyball can’t be that important to him, can it? Even more important than me?...”

Scuffing your shoes against the floor, you attempted to figure out how to word your answer. “Rin,” you began carefully, “you always said that you wanted to own your grandfather’s flower shop, right?”

Rin blinked in surprise; “Yes, I do. Very much. Why are you bringing this up though?”

“Well,” you pressed, “if Oikawa wants to go to Argentina, and play volleyball, that must mean he feels very strongly about it. So strongly that he’d… fucking yeet himself to another country to play it. Try and put that into context, since your feelings about owning that flower shop are pretty significant.”

The girl was silent, before wiping her eyes, clearing away the tears that had accumulated in them. “I hate that you of all people are right,” she spat furiously.

“Huh?” you spluttered dumbly.

“You… you were just this pathetic, delinquent teenager with mummy issues when I first met you,” she continued, her voice rising in volume, “and I helped you! I cared for you, and I made friends with you! But then you changed, and you became… weird. Not in a way that was defining, or something I could enjoy talking about. You’re just a heavy object now. There’s nothing interesting about you, nothing I can talk about. It’s dumb! Is this what I get in return for helping you?!”

You couldn’t help it.

You started laughing your ass off.

Rin's jaw dropped, as you doubled over, cackling intensely. "I can't do this!" you spluttered, wiping your eyes.

"What are you talking about?!" Rin asked, completely baffled.

"I mean," you tried to control yourself, "you're so self centred that I don't think I can even pretend to think you're a good person."

"What?..." she whispered.

"You literally capitalised off me, because I was a person you could use to show how wonderful you were," you continued, "and then proceeded to treat me like garbage after the fame got to your head. So… you're bored of me now, right?"

The silence wasn't a confirmation, but you took it as one anyway.

"Right then," you shrugged absentmindedly, "I suppose there's no need for us to keep being friends then. I think I'm done being your doormat. Wasn't great, and I don't think I'll go for that job again."

You turned around, and walked away, leaving her utterly shocked at your sudden talking to. A feeling of relief came upon you; at last, it was over, you didn't need to wait on her hand and foot ever again. It was as if you'd been set free, a weight off your mind, that allowed you to now think so much clearer.

With a grin, you strolled back to Oikawa, who raised an eyebrow at your nonchalant attitude. "What was that about?" he inquired.

"Oh, nothing," you waved your hand dismissively. "Just settled some things."

"I see," Oikawa chuckled at your proud expression. "So… are we going to pick up where we left off?" his voice dropped in pitch, as his hand reached out to cup your face.

"Wait a damn minute---" you spluttered, before his mouth quickly silenced you.