Distance

Oikawa Tooru x reader

You two were close, you were dating after all. You had been dating for awhile and the only issue you seemed to find in the relationship (other than Tooru being an ass at times) was the fact that he was leaving. He was leaving so soon and you didn't want him to go, but you knew of course that he had plans.

You had plans of your own, and you didn't want either of you to be tied down from achieving the goals you had set for yourselves.

But he constantly said that there was no way that you two would fall out of contact. You always resisted the urge to correct him, to tell him that there was a high chance that you would fall out of contact. But then he would kiss you or sling his arm around you. And you would just melt a little, forgetting your response for the moment and enjoying the moment you had together at the time instead of focusing on the future.

For once you let the worrying thoughts slip, and let the stress slid of your shoulders for just a little bit.

"I don't see why you're so worried about us losing contact," Tooru tossed the ball in his hands up into the air. You watched it rise and fall into his hands, "I mean, we'll always see each other." His eyes met yours. "You don't know that," you played with the hem of your shirt. "Anything can happen," you told him.

"I suppose, but I don't plan on losing contact with you ever." He dropped the ball and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Besides, someone's going to have to keep me in control," he grinned at you. You just rolled your eyes a little. "We won't lose contact again," he kissed your cheek.

At the end of the year and a quarter into summer vacation, you realised that you'll never contact him again. And it hurt.