what the hell are you doing in a place like this?
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l/n y/n and oikawa tōru are perfect people with perfect brains. perfectly fucked up brains.
a story in which two third-years meet at monday therapy.
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oikawa x fem!read...
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"lovely talking with you, y/n. i hope this week is nicer to you."
y/n's therapist, nakamura, an older woman with split-dyed hair and silver jewelry, waved goodbye to the young girl as she stepped out of the doors of the room. this was always the same routine.
always at 4:15 p.m. on the dot.
the high schooler waved back with a tiny smile on her face as nakamura gently closed the door to her office which had a faint smell of coffee. she turned around with a sigh to face the waiting area of the clinic.
but, as one door closed, another one opened.
to the left of when you face away from nakamura's office, in about 2 meters there's a door to another therapist's room.
"it was nice to meet you. i'll see you next week, alright, oikawa!"
a delicate and unfamiliar voice flowed to y/n's ears. but the words that the voice spoke made her heart drop.
'...oikawa...?'
a tall brunette smiled and said goodbye to whoever was in the doorway in front of him before it eventually closed. he turned around to face the waiting room.
y/n looked to her left. oikawa looked to his right. their eyes met.
no way. no fucking way. !
they both couldn't believe what their eyes were showing them. their stomachs sank as they processed each other's familiar faces. maybe it was because something as private as this was just exposed to the other person. or maybe, it was more so that there was a sense of concern for the other person. nevertheless, questions arose, but they were not spoken.
'what the hell are you doing in a place like this?'
their voices were certainly caught in their throats. they just stood staring at one another with wide eyes and racing minds.
before their shoes got fully bound to the floor and they were stuck there for eternity, a worker swiftly walked past the two staring teenagers without even paying them any mind. this took y/n's attention off of the boy, and she instantly diverted her eyes to the exit.
'i'm getting out of here.'
not even sparing oikawa a second glance, y/n practically darted to the doors and walked out of the suffocating atmosphere. her feet were practically moving on their own.
meanwhile, the captain watched her every move until she was out of sight. as soon as she was, he felt like he could breathe again. as much as he wanted to text iwaizumi, "you would not believe who i just fucking saw", he of course knows he couldn't.
maybe if it was another setting, then yeah. but here? seeing l/n y/n here? if he couldn't figure it out before, oikawa definitely realizes that based on her reaction, she doesn't want people finding out about this. about her hidden, private side.
oikawa finally moved his head and sighed, ruffling his hair. he sauntered over to the door and left the place that he'd be revisiting every monday.
'am i going to see her again here?'
he wasn't too worried about y/n telling everyone or her friends that he's going to therapy or whatnot. she didn't seem like that kind of person. although, oikawa guessed that, of course, not everyone is what they seem. y/n is proof of that.
oikawa's always seen y/n as one of those pretty, put-together, popular kids (not the mean ones tho). she was composed, elegant, and practically adored by those who knew her. not once could he recall her having a "bad day" or anything like that.
unlike him. his anxiety has led him to unwillingly reveal his struggles to others, most often his teammates. he's had outbursts, and his mental health has even taken noticeable physical tolls on his body.
so, he was intrigued. he probably shouldn't be, he figured, but this girl who he's always seen as 'perfect' seemed to be hiding so much more. the girl that he saw just now was somewhat different from the girl he saw at school. yup, he decided.
'i want to know you, l/n y/n.'
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'damn. am i overreacting? he probably doesn't even give a shit that he saw me.'
y/n had arrived home, and she was currently pacing in her bedroom as she thought over the whole oikawa thing. eventually, she flopped into bed and let her thoughts consume her.
honestly, she was a bit worried about how oikawa would perceive her now. would he tell anyone? is he gonna ask her about it? is he gonna ask her friends? why was he there? is it gonna be awkward during school tomorrow? fuck.
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whatever.
she just groaned at all her unanswered questions. rolling onto her back and facing the ceiling, she continuously replayed the encounter in her head.
out of all people, it had to be oikawa tōru. y/n didn't really know the guy, but not even gonna lie, she was jealous of him.
oikawa's got passion and willpower. two things that y/n has lost, and it's killing her. she's seen the captain play, whether on TV or being dragged to games, and wow. to have that pure drive for success again. nowadays, y/n has little to no interest in anything. tired and bored, that's what she is.
actually, now she's got interest in one thing. oikawa tōru. and no, not in that crushing admirer way. never that, right? it's more like a "who the fuck even are you" way.
