nice receive•haikyuu oneshots

oikawa tooru•female reader (angst)

The Witch's Spell

Despite popular belief, Oikawa was not a bad person. Sure, he was overly-competitive, obsessed with volleyball, and there was also that whole alien nerd thing from way back in elementary school; Oikawa was not a horrible person. You knew this, of course you did. How else could you brush off all of the comments girls made towards you, in fleeting attempts to spread baseless rumors?

For the past few years you had been constantly admiring the setter. The two of you went far back, way into grammar school. At the time, you didn't pay much mind to him since boys obviously had cooties. However, when you took notice of him, it was the first day of junior high. Oikawa had been in your classes for the first and third years of junior high; as well as being in your freshman class for high school. You always ended up seeing each other; be it in class, or around town. You were a pair that considered the other close; at the same time, you were also hesitant to consider the other party a 'friend'.

In sophomore year of high school, you had been rescheduled to be in a different advanced class than him. You had no contact to him, you scarcely saw him. The tormenting pain of losing a friend battering at your heart. You realized how much Oikawa had actually effected you, and slowly fell in love. These feelings made you excessively more desperate to see him than ever. Even when you spectated the volleyball matches, there was no way you could have possibly navigated through the rowdy sea of fangirls in order to catch a mere glimpse of the Aoba Jousai setter.

It was in this time you missed him the most. You tried to forget him, erasing all of the doodles he had made in the previous year's textbooks, as if doing so could actually erase his presence in your life.
While it took months, you had successfully weeded out all of the paraphernalia relating to the dorky Adonis that happen to be in your possession. The photos cropped or otherwise tucked out of place, all of those scrappy notes in scrawly handwriting creased and wrinkled, even the cheap phone strap he had gifted to you when you had received your first cell phone: gone.

You had no interest in becoming the ideal girl for him. To you, it was more logical to cut ties and pretend like the bond the two of you forged never existed in the first place.

This still wasn't enough to deter Mr. sex-on-legs: Oikawa Tooru. The boy was foolishly infatuated with you. When given the chance, he sought you out and spent time with you. Be it a simple greeting as you passed each other in the corridor or catching you for a short exchange of a few words by the shoe lockers, Oikawa wanted it all. He spent all of the moments he wasn't preoccupied with volleyball or schoolwork thinking about you. He was persistent and annoying, like a mosquito. He simply couldn't let you go; you secretly didn't want him to either.

One event led to another, and suddenly out of the blue, he called you out and claimed to like you. Shortly after the cicada's cries signaled summer, the campus was abuzz with the breaking news of Oikawa's new girlfriend.

Now that both of you were in your final year of high school. College became a stalker, creeping up when you weren't looking. The teachers were distributing all sorts of stress, and volleyball season was in full swing. For a while, you felt the relationship between Oikawa and yourself growing tepid. Love had become scrawny and malnourished. there was no hope of retaining the previous affections the two of you shared on the diet of short dates, both rare and far between. Your focus was no longer solely on him, and you didn't even try to ignore it at this point.

You didn't know how happy he made you until you were without him. How your fingers craved his skin! At that point, any contact would have sufficed. He could have it all, if he desired. Anything of yours was his.

Your body, your mind, your soul,it was his, he needed only to ask.

But all the setter wanted was your heart.

All he could afford was your time, and even that came at a steep price.

Yes,the two of you were in love. Once upon a time, the king came to rescue you from your heartache. This wasn't happily ever after though. Not even close.

He had taken the broken pieces of you; he had glued them back together; he knew you weren't seamless. With all of your cracks and chips, he loved you. And then he pushed you over the edge, and you shattered; receiving more broken pieces than you had before and a simple 'I'm sorry'.

That's right, he was the king, he couldn't be with you, the clock struck twelve and he had no time for you. He couldn't search for you, he couldn't go out of his way to salvage what little of your relationship was left.

So you begged and pleaded for the end, something simple to save yourself from the pain of being in love with Oikawa Tooru. Of which, you were granted a single conclusion:

You broke up.

so this was reposted to ao3 and i edited it there so make sure to check out my ao3 account because basically all of my wattpad oneshots are just drafts.

for this and the next chapter:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14965691