HAIKYUU!! // one shots

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⌲ ❝ to the girl he loved the most. ❞
   『 oikawa tooru × reader 』

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                      『こんにちは！』

My name... is Oikawa.

I've flirted with a lot of women in my prime— many consider me as a playboy; someone who isn't serious about life.

Well— it's not my fault that I'm very handsome, right? HAHAHA— "Ouch, Iwa-chan!"

"Shut it, Crappykawa. I'm trying to work here."

"Tch."

But I did love a lady once... she is so perfect. She's stunning. She's graceful and modest. She is a white swan on a lake that glistens at night. She's not perfect, but she's loveable enough for me. She is the only woman that I loved... and she's you.

I once saw you eating in a fast-food restaurant. You were still as glamorous as you were back when we were in high school. Your brown eyes are sparkling as you gaze outside, watching the cars come and go. Your black silky hair was properly tied in a bun, emphasizing your beautiful face and exposing your fair neck. I bet you can win any pageant in the world even without make-up. That's how beautiful you are in my eyes.

I was stoned when my line of sight ended up on your lips, which is busy chewing the fried chicken on your fork. It was pinkish, plump, and I knew it was still as soft as it was before. That made me remember how cute you looked whenever I kissed you out of the blue— your cheeks are blushing faintly in red, and your hands are moving by itself; the right one covering your lips, and the left one hitting my right arm— as you exclaim, "Geez, Oikawa-kun!".

Your voice was also lovely. It was soft, gentle, and sweet— any child would fall asleep just by listening to you speak. You often sing to me in front of the library's window, and as the wind gently caresses my face, I would fall asleep with my head on your lap, rest assured that you won't leave me there.

You never left me. No matter how long I practice, you'll always wait for me with a towel on your right hand, wiping my sweat as you reprimand me on training too hard. How I wish I spent time with you instead of training.

There was this one time that you got furious with me— when I ended up in our school clinic because of exhaustion. I remembered how remorseful I felt hearing your loud cries from your classroom to the clinic, slamming your hand on my chest.

"W-why... why are you working too hard, Oikawa-kun?" You cried out. I regret being too weak at that time, I can't even get up to wipe your tears away. "You're constantly making me feel worried about you, please take care of yourself. I-I... I'm not always there to take care of you."

"Sorry for making you worry, but it's nothing," I smiled to give you some assurance. "This happens all the time. Don't worry about it."

"Baka!" You yelled. "I want to be there beside you whenever you're sick, you're hurt, or you're lonely. I want to be there to cheer you up! But if this is what happens when you get hurt, then I don't want it!"

"C'mere," I groaned when you suddenly wrapped your slim arms around me. "I'm going to be okay, got it? I'm going to be okay, and you'll be on my side forever."

"Hmph," I chuckled when I saw your cheeks flushing. "I love you."

"I know," I patted your head. "I love you too."

I don't mind getting hurt at all, because that's the evidence that I'm trying my best to improve. But whenever I see your tears as you ran inside the clinic, I felt like whenever I'm in pain, I'm hurting you too. So gradually, becoming hurt from training doesn't belong to my sense of achievement anymore— because I don't want you to be sad.