"No thanks, i don't drink." Tooru pushes the shot his teammate offered him, smiling politely.
"You sure man?" He nods, his mind flashing with an image of a certain girl. "Yeah. I gave it up a while ago, not my thing."
Tooru has been living the life: volleyball, going out, eating great food, tanning. Everything he hoped and dreamed Argentina would be and more. It was easier to forget about you when he played, but the more he got into beach volleyball, the harder it became.
He hated beach, he felt gross and the sets were weird and blocking was harder...But oh my god how he loved it. He understands why you got so mad everytime he'd heckle you about it now, it was amazing.
He was also starting to understand the little habits you had that he'd notice, the way you'd transition, dive, especially set.
So it was not easier to forget you when he was playing. That was a lie.
He found himself stalking your instagram, the teams instagram, your friends instagram.
A notification pops up from his phone and he immediately checks it, knowing he looks rude to the other people in the conversation but not quite caring.
You posted for the first time in weeks. He inhales a sharp breath and clicks on your page.
Oh
Why is this entire post with Karasuno?
His scowl deepens as he scrolls through the pictures, biting on his inner lip as he reads the caption:
Honorary crow 😛
He tsks his tongue and checks the comments out, all Karasuno players.
"Tooru? You good?" Said boy looks up, nodding at his friend, Dominic whom he met through a teammate, with a close eyed smile.
He powers off the device and pockets it, "I'm fine. Sorry."
"Mm," The curly haired man eyes him, tugging his beard. "You got a girl back home or something?"
Oikawa's eyebrows shoot up and he exhales, "Um, sorta."
"Sorta? Define 'sorta'?" Dominic asks with a knowing look, resting his arm on the bar.
Tooru exhales again, running a hand through his hair. "We weren't official but like we kinda were. We—Well I said I love you, i guess she never said it—but we were serious."
"Right." Dominic says shortly, "So what i'm hearing is you're single?"
"Why? Wanna buy me a drink?" Dominic laughs at Tooru's quick wit, "Not this time man. I was just wondering what was up with you, you get attention everywhere we go. Every bar, every beach, even the supermarket."
as it should be
"And? Your point?" Tooru asks with narrowed eyes.
Dominic chuckles, shrugging, "You reject every single person but yet you're not official with this girl. You must be whipped for her then, do you have a picture?"
Oikawa rolls his eyes, yeah he was whipped and yes he was going to take this opportunity to show you off.
"Damn man! She's kinda tall but she pulls it off. Guess it doesn't matter anyway 'cause you're huge." The man claps Tooru on the shoulder with rigor. The setter, voice strained utters, "Thanks for keeping it PG. Anthony did not."
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Again (Oikawa Tooru X Reader)
FanfictionHis eyes lock with yours, his heart pounding in his chest. He leans back down toward your neck, lips ghosting your skin. Oikawa could feel the heat radiating from your body, his own body getting warmer by the second. He didn't know why he did it or...
