Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

REPERCUSSION PART 2 (Oikawa Tooru)

Requested by multiple people on my Wattpad.

Title: Repercussion (Part 2)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, non-consensual touching, suggestive themes

Summary: Your former bully decides to explore that last love language with you.

repercussion

/noun/

an unintended consequence occurring some time after an event or action, especially an unwelcome one.

Oikawa had been acting strangely the past few weeks.

You were ready to graduate and leave this hell for good, but even you couldn't deny Oikawa wasn't as bad as before. He still frightened you and you didn't dare trust him, but he was definitely being nicer. You'd enjoy it while it lasted.

You were used to Oikawa's cruel, mocking remarks and cruel treatment. Having Oikawa act like a good person made you feel like you were walking on eggshells. Either it was a joke and he was hoping to catch you off guard or he would surely snap and go right back to his old behavior soon enough.

You thought you made it clear to him that you weren't interested in whatever he was up to, but he didn't seem to be taking the hint. Maybe you should be clearer, get it through his stupid head?

No, that wasn't really how you were. You'd take whatever he gave you and try to work through it. You always had. His weird behavior was just making you a little more daring, that's all.

Speaking of the devil, Oikawa was practically skipping around the corner, heading straight for you with a smile. You retreated back into the school, hurrying down the now empty halls. He must have come straight for you after your club ended.

You spotted the girls' bathroom and ran inside. Surely he wouldn't follow you in here. Surely you were safe.

You were wrong.

Oikawa pushed open the door with his foot, smiling even wider when he noticed you backed up against the sinks. Futile effort though it was, you tried to run for the bathroom stalls, to lock yourself inside, but he caught your upper arm in one large hand.

"I figured out your love language!" Oikawa said cheerily. You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were sure it could be nothing good.

"What are you talking about?"

Oikawa tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, "Your love language. It's physical touch."

Your heart just about stopped in your chest. No. You would not allow this to happen.

"It's not!" You squealed, pushing him away from you. He was taken off-guard by your reaction, genuinely expecting you to stand still and let him grope you or whatever. He let go, but only for a second, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist.

"No, no, sweetheart, let's just try it. You just don't understand what your love language is. I tried every other one, so this has to be it."

The past few weeks flashed through your mind and you realized, while feeling rather sick, that he'd been trying to find out what your "love language" was. And you had unknowingly stumbled into his trap. Just a sick excuse to touch you, you were sure.

Without you realizing it, Oikawa had backed you up against the wall. You trembled in sheer terror as he reached a hand out and, with childlike wonder, touched your cheek gently. Gentle touches soon turned to rough handling as he pinched and stretched your cheeks apart, grinning at the newfound entertainment.

When he'd left your face raw and flushed, he moved down to your arms, brushing up and down them and comparing your hand size to his own. With a light blush playing across his own face, he intertwined your fingers in his. It was almost sweet, had it not all been against your will.

"Please stop..." the words floated out of your mouth helplessly, but even as you said them, you knew it was a waste of breath.

Oikawa was engrossed in his twisted experiment, his eyes fixated on you as if you were some kind of fascinating puzzle he was determined to solve. One hand played with your shirt hem as you struggled.

"I could go so much farther with you, you know that?" Oikawa asked, his voice disturbingly cheerful.

You closed your eyes and focused on shoving his hands away, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"But I won't!" The hands disappeared from your skin, and you hesitantly peeked open your eyes to find him greedily drinking in your disheveled form. He smiled endearingly and you could hear him breathe out the words "so cute".

You shuddered and quietly dared to ask, "Can I go?"

"Mhmm." Oikawa said distractedly, taking one step to the side to clear the way to the bathroom door.

On wobbly legs, you practically sprinted for the door, throwing it open and racing into the hallway. You didn't stop running until you had slammed the door to your house behind you. You leaned against it, breathing unevenly and letting the tears finally fall.

You didn't know what was wrong with Oikawa, but you wanted nothing to do with it.

But you had a feeling he wasn't done with you.