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

CHANGE PART 2 (Oikawa Tooru)

Requested on my Quotev and Wattpad.

Title: Change

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, forced touching/affection

Summary: After returning to the way you'd always been, Oikawa's become nothing short of a nightmare.

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

It had been only a month since you went back to looking the way you'd always been, sacrificing your makeover to get your happiness back.

Oikawa made it feel like a lifetime.

He hadn't accepted your rejection, despite your pleas for him to leave you alone. He had at least abandoned his obsession with being the perfect couple to outsiders, but he had replaced that with a new obsession entirely. One focused completely on you.

Oikawa's friends didn't see the appeal in the old you, with your messy hair, glasses, and casual clothing. You could hear the whispers in the hallways about the most popular guy in school dating you of all people.

More than being a blow to your confidence, it made you feel depressed. People made comments about how lucky you were to be with a guy like him. No one seemed to understand the torture he was putting you through every day, simply because you weren't popular.

Oikawa had become possessive, wrapping an arm around your waist or around your shoulder whenever you were nearby. He sent glares to other guys as though any of them might be interested in you.

It was strange that he hadn't done such a thing when you were "pretty". After your makeover, you had tons of guys lining up for you, jealous of Oikawa. But now that you were your mousy self again, he was suddenly obsessed with the idea that someone might try to take you away from him.

He forced affection on you all the time. Whether it was a lingering kiss to your lips or cheek, a crushing hug, or a teasing hand sliding up your thigh, it seemed he always had to be touching you.

A small part of you reminded you that you had always longed for his attention like this. You had had a crush on him for so long you could barely remember a time when you didn't. Wasn't this what you wanted? To be accepted as you were by Oikawa Tooru? Weren't you lucky, like everyone said?

The larger part of you was hesitant- afraid. It was as if he didn't hear you whenever you resisted or told him "no". You had lost most of your affection for him when you saw how he only cared about appearances, but even more affection was lost when he refused to accept the break up.

Even now, as he laughed with his friends over some joke, his arm an iron chain around your waist, you were afraid of Oikawa. You curled into yourself, trying to squeeze out of his grasp, but to no avail. He barely paid you any mind, simply pulling you closer until your hips were touching.

You placed your trembling hands onto the lunch table in front of you, feeling the cool wood under your sweaty palms. How could you convince him to stop, when your pleas always fell on deaf ears?

You felt like Oikawa's pet. Like a mute, helpless animal for him to play with. One that he loved to take on walks and show off to the rest of the world. You felt less than human around him.

"I still don't get why you go out with her," one of Oikawa's friends, a blond girl with a large, loud mouth, complained, "I mean, I'm single and down for anything, you know."

The girl reached out a hand, fingers lightly ghosting over Oikawa's free hand. The boy retracted his arm from her grasp, a dark cloud passing over his features. "Don't you dare insult my precious girlfriend. She's perfect for me. I want no one but her."

His face relaxed as he turned his eyes on you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he brushed some messy strands of hair away from your thick glasses. "She's perfect," he repeated, his eyes shining brightly just at the sight of you.

You hated when he touched you in front of his friends like that. You hated how he acted so affectionate and loving when you clearly wanted nothing to do with you.

"What do you see in her?" The girl demanded, pounding her fist on the table like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

Oikawa turned his gaze back to her, his eyes darkening with anger, no longer wearing that gentle expression. "I advise you to shut your damn mouth."

The girl gulped a little, shrinking back in her seat, "Fine, fine, whatever you say." You couldn't blame her, Oikawa was terrifying when he got angry.

He turned back to you, all sunshine and rainbows once more, "Are you coming to my volleyball practice after class?"

"No," you said stubbornly, like you always did.

Oikawa laughed and booped your nose with his finger, "My sweetheart likes to joke."

You were used to this song and dance. It would lead to him confronting you after class and dragging you to his practice, where you'd sit on the bench and blankly watch him and his teammates play volleyball. Just like every day.

Nothing you said mattered, Oikawa would get his way.

If only you were strong enough to fight back.