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

IDOL (Oikawa Tooru)

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Title: Idol

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, swearing, implied drugging

Summary: You can see the appeal in the pop sensation Oikawa, but you aren't aware that he sees even more appeal in you.

idol

/noun/

a person or thing that is greatly admired, loved, or revered:

"Okay, okay, the concert was pretty good," you admitted, "He's not just a pretty boy- he can actually sing really well."

Oikawa smiled as your friend hugged you and squealed, staying just out of sight around the corner with a hat and sunglasses shielding his face from potential fans.

He had been waiting there for an hour.

For you.

Did you believe in love at first sight? Oikawa didn't. Not until now at least.

He let out a weary sigh as your friend dragged you out of earshot. She was a noisy, annoying creature- not Oikawa's type at all. But she had brought you to his concert, and that redeemed her in his eyes.

He could see you from the stage as he sang, and you dazzled him far more than any of the spotlights. Everyone's attention was on him, but his attention rested solely on you. If only you had been seated close enough for him to whisk you up onto the stage!

Now, you were leaving him behind. Ending the concert without another thought. Maybe you would go out for ice cream to complete the night? No. Probably not. It was very late after all.

"Hey, Shittykawa," he heard the voice of his friend and manager Iwaizumi calling to him, "Backstage passes still exist."

He followed Iwaizumi through the backstage area, hope blossoming in his chest as he began to pray that he would see you in line to meet him, a backstage pass clutched in your pretty little fingers. As soon as the line of girls was in his sights, he zeroed in on the person he wished to see.

Ah. There you are.

You didn't look particularly excited to be meeting him face-to-face, but that was okay.

Oikawa's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched from behind the curtain. You looked so out of place among the extremely excited fans, with your bored expression and hands stuffed in your pockets. Every single one of the other girls had his face on their shirts while you wore just a plain red hoodie. Your gaze was calm but curious, while the other girls' eyes shone with excitement.

But to him, you were the only one that mattered.

He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and put on his most charming smile, then stepped out from behind the curtain to meet his fans. Cheers erupted from the line and girls began squealing to each other, but his gaze never wandered from an unimpressed you.

One by one, the girls came up to him, getting autographs, selfies, and some brief exchanges, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. How could he make a lasting impression on you? How could he turn you into the lovestruck fan he wished you were?

You were next.

You walked up to him calmly, but you lacked confidence in each step, as if you were uncertain about approaching such a celebrity. Your friend gave you two thumbs up and you laughed softly- music to Oikawa's ears.

You smiled up at him in a polite sort of way, not a hint of eagerness. "Hey," is all you said as you handed over the backstage pass for him to sign. He took it from you, making sure that his fingers brushed against your own.

"Did you enjoy the concert?" he asked, voice sweet as sugar.

"Yeah," you said, "You're pretty talented."

That's all? Oikawa winced for a moment before covering up with a winning grin, "I'm so glad you think so, thank you~"

There was an awkward pause where only the sound of his pen scrawling against the backstage pass could be heard. Oikawa finally spoke up, "What's your name?"

You gave your name, shrinking a little under his intense gaze.

"(Y/n)..." he repeated dreamily, as if savoring the sound of your name on his tongue, "You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed my show."

You nodded awkwardly, not sure what to say back. The way Oikawa looked at you, as though you were the only girl in the world, made you feel both flattered and frightened.

"Let's take a picture together," he suggested. You began to pull your phone out of your pocket, but he was quicker, his light blue cell phone in your face before you could blink. "Say cheese!" Weirded out, you gave the camera a forced smile, shuddering as his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers sinking into your hip.

Oikawa watched as you slipped out of his hold and hurried to the exit, waiting at the door for your friend to have her turn with the idol. He forced a charming smile back to his lips and signed a picture of himself and took a picture with your friend. He was every bit the gentleman to your bestie, while his eyes remained glued on you.

As soon as your friend had finished with the idol, you dragged her through the door, ignoring the way she looked back over her shoulder in awe at the singer. Oikawa let out a little chuckle. It seemed he had creeped you out. How unfortunate.

As soon as the last girl exited the concert building, the charming smile slipped from his face. Coldly, Oikawa turned to his staff and held up his cell phone, where a picture of you and him was still displayed.

"Find her," he said sharply, "I want information. Anything you can find on my future wife."

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You woke up slowly, your head pounding and your vision blurry. It took a few minutes for the room to come into focus. Instantly, your heart kicked into overdrive and you began to panic. You had no idea where you were or whose bed you were on.

Candid pictures of you, often taken from behind or during intimate moments, are plastered on the wall like posters. Your heart stutters in your chest when you see the blown-up photos of you undressing and getting out of the shower.

You tried to sit up, only to realize your wrists are chained to the bed posts.

Sick. This is sick. Where the fuck am I?

As if to answer your question, the door to the bedroom opened and the pop sensation, Oikawa Tooru, walked in. You turned away, cheeks hot, the moment you realized he was naked. Then, the truth dawned on you.

You're naked too.

"What's going on?" you tried to sound confident and angry, but your voice came out as a pitiful squeak.

It had been months since you'd last seen him and you can't tell if it's a lack of makeup or sleep that has bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted until his gaze fell on you. Then, his countenance lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Iwa-chan told me I had a surprise in my room, but I didn't imagine..." he trailed off. The grin he gave you was not charming, but terrifying, almost as though he was baring his teeth at you.

You began to tremble with fear, the realization of your situation sinking in. Oikawa walked slowly towards the bed, hand outstretched. You closed your eyes and shuddered when his hand brushed against your cheek and made its way lower, trailing against your chin, down your neck, and across your collarbone.

"Don't worry..." Oikawa said with a breathy chuckle, "There's no better boyfriend on this planet than me. I'll take such good care of you."