REUNION | T. OIKAWA

01.

Tooru Oikawa was the school heartthrob. Standing tall with a lean athletic build, he exuded an aura on and off the court. Despite his charming looks, and his natural flirty personality, he was never much of a player. With a smile that was infectious—equal parts charming and teasing, Oikawa just had a natural magnetism that drew people toward him.

The star volleyball player was charismatic and driven, with a talent that promised a future in the sport. His skill as a setter was unrivaled, and his sharp instincts on the court were the result of countless hours spent perfecting his craft. He took his role seriously, almost obsessively, striving for perfection in every match. Volleyball wasn't just a game to him—it was a vital part of his identity, a means to prove himself, and a constant challenge to conquer.

But then there was you. You were so openly expressive, full of life, your emotions on display for everyone else to see—a constant source of energy and joy. When you introduced yourself as Sejoh's new volleyball manager, it was almost unbelievable, truly a sight for sore eyes. Your genuine enthusiasm for life and the people around you made it impossible for him not to fall head over heels for you .

To capture even a fraction of your attention, Oikawa would go out of his way—asking you to set some balls for him, offering to help tidy up the gym after practice, lingering until the last moment before locking up to walk you home. He would even sit through your countless study sessions, pretending to be interested in your notes, just for the chance to be near you.

You, on the other hand, never quite realized the lengths Oikawa went for your attention. You were so caught up in your own enthusiasm for the team that you never fully noticed the subtle ways his gaze would linger on you, or how much he valued your presence. You admired his talent and drive, but more than that, you valued the person he was beneath the surface—the Oikawa who pushed himself harder than anyone else, who quietly carried the weight of his team's expectations, and who sometimes just needed someone to remind him that it was okay to stumble.

As time passed, Oikawa's feelings deepened, though he wasn't always sure how to express them. His usual confidence seemed to waver when it came to you. You were unlike anyone else in his life, and that scared him. He had always been focused on his dreams of becoming a professional volleyball player, but with you, there was something more—a future he hadn't anticipated. And when Oikawa finally gained the courage to ask to be yours, the relationship blossomed naturally.

However, Oikawa's drive to succeed sometimes veered into self-imposed pressure, as he constantly pushed himself to be better, faster, stronger. He hated the idea of falling behind, especially knowing how many eyes were on him, expecting greatness. He was driven by a hunger for success, but he was also just a teenage boy balancing the complexities of ambition, pressure, and love. Volleyball was his dream, but you were his heart—a balance he often struggled to maintain, even as he pushed toward the future that awaited him.

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But now here you both were, two years later after highschool. Living in a small one-bedroom apartment off campus. Oikawa's arm was wrapped around your waist as he toyed with the hem of your shirt. Your head was nestled against his chest.

"I'm leaving for Argentina,"  he abruptly mentioned, his voice barely above a whisper as pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"I want you to come with me," he murmured softly.

His words took you by surprise and your silence hung heavy in the air as you pulled away from his embrace. His eyes followed your every move, filled with a mixture of urgency and longing. Sitting up, he reached out to gently cup your cheek, his brown eyes bore into yours, seemingly searching for an answer of some sort.

"Tell me what you're thinking right now," Oikawa urged softly, his voice low and soothing as his thumb caressed your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.