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04 - ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚The Past repeats ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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•*•** "Y/n? Has it been you this whole time?" You know that voice, you've heard it in the hallways, the walks back home, the screaming from the bench

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•*•** "Y/n? Has it been you this whole time?" You know that voice, you've heard it in the hallways, the walks back home, the screaming from the bench. My life is over. You knew giving him gifts was risky, the poems were going to be your suicide. You just had to tell him. Your heart ached for Oikawa and beat for him. Your soul needed him to know before you left and moved on to a life without him.

You never wanted him to say anything. You slowly turns toward him, scared to meet his eyes. You have to detain this. "I've liked you since we met in the park." You didn't trust your voice, it came out in a whisper. You've already felt the rejection and defeat without it happening.

"I should've told you in person. I shouldn't have given you letters like a coward." Your words come out a little louder. a false sense of strength over took you. Your eyes looked up to gaze at the man who had the power to diminish you.

"Your poems are brighter than your words." He's smiling, hear the grass rub against his leg when he sits next to you. You hear him breathe deeply, his head leans against the bark, his eyes are closed.

Oikawa's perspective:

I should've known. Y/n, the first girl I ever had a crush on. My first kiss. She sounded so empty, but she looked so beautiful. The sun radiating off her eyes, the ribbon in her hair flowing with the light wind.

"I had a big crush on you, my first ever crush." My vocal cords shake from my tiny laugh. "My first kiss too." I've been on dates and I've had 2 girlfriends before. They were all pretty but they weren't beautiful, not like her. She was beautiful like the cherry blossoms, she was like sunrise, having a breath of fresh air on a high mountain.

I don't know if I like her, I liked her notes, or maybe the personal touch. She is attentive, she added worth to what she wrote, noticing things that went deeper than my skin. Being around her feels pure, little butterflies in my stomach, innocent admiration.

It is weird being around her, not exactly uncomfortable but more or less having to readjust to being in her presence. Oikawa is bold, Tooru is nervous. I lightly put my arm around her shoulder so her pretty mind can rest there. I hope she doesn't think i'm being a douche. Deep down I've known it was her, but am I good enough?

"Your words are astute and penetrating, How could you tell I was struggling?" My eyes are still resting, finding comfortbliltiy in a situation that could end uncomfortably. I want to talk to her, to know her aside from her writing on notes. I want to see her in the moment.

Her eyes looked up towards me lacking the confidence from earlier. Her eyebrows curly slightly in confusion. "It was so obvious, you'd be the first one to start running laps and you go ahead of everyone so, you can run an extra one without anyone noticing. You clench your jaw during games when your points are lower. It's amazing to me only Iwa has noticed."

I can only manage to stifle a laugh. She saw me. I'm not strong enough for this conversation. Do I act like Oikawa or Tooru? Oikawa. Be Oikawa. "So you have a crush on me?" I turn towards her and move my hand to touch her jaw, hoping she doesn't notice more of me than she had already.

Y/n perspective:

His hand gripping your chin doesn't make your stomach flutter the way you thought it would because it's a facade. It's easier to reject someone than push your own feelings down to mess with theirs, why is he doing this?

"What are you doing? Why are you being so fake now. For a moment you were being real and now you're just messing with me."You weren't angry, you didn't want to sound to be. His beautiful hair shook and he moved his head downwards.

He could make any person feel like they were beneath him. The world was at his feet but he acted like everyone was above him. His grip on perfection seemed more like a cry for help before a fall. You knew he was struggling, his validation came from volleyball, the same way yours came from cooking and school.

You've seen that look, he's drowning isn't he? "Oh Tooru, you've let the world eat you up haven't you?" Your eyes were soft mentally braced yourself incase his emotions were too strong for you to feel on impact. "Why are you reading me? Why do you even care? You barely even know me." His voice was colder but sounded like he was trying to reassure himself. You let out a light breath and turned to face him lightly grabbing his calloused hand in yours.

"Tooru, your favorite color is blue, your birthday is July 20th, your favorite food is milk bread because it's sweet and isn't overbearing, you barley sprained your knee but your felt relief not always practicing so you lied and dragged it off until you were ready to go back to practice, you still have your bunny stuff animal from 2nd grade and you act like a player when each girlfriend you've had broke up with you."

His eyes looked shocked. You messed with the rings on his fingers, "You never had to say anything about the poems, I did it selfishly because I wanted you to know but I didn't want to tell you. You're not obliged to like me and you're leaving to Argentina in 4 months."

You slowly let go of his hand, his mouth opens to say something but closes again. You get up and wipe off the grass on your skirt before grabbing your bag and kiss him on the head. "Goodbye Tooru." •**•*
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Authors note: I'm deciding how angst I want it to end still. One person voted! Made me really happy, Thank you <3333
Word count: 1040

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