ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ.- Tooru Oikawa short story

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚢.

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"I love you, Tooru," Y/n whispered, her voice tinged with a bittersweet ache."I love you too, Y/n," Tooru replied, his words soft and tender."Don't leave me, okay?" she pleaded, the fear of loss palpable in her voice."I won't, you don't leave me either," he vowed, his embrace offering solace amidst the uncertainty."Promise me, if we lose each other, we'll find each other again?" Y/n implored, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears."I promise," Tooru murmured, his gaze holding hers with unwavering devotion. He gently, placed a ring on her finger, a symbol of their enduring love amidst life's trials and tribulations.

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As if he remembers that.

Y/n sighed softly, her gaze lingering on the ring adorning her finger, a silent reminder of promises made but forgotten. As the bell signaled the end of the day, she prepared to face the inevitable encounter with Tooru."Bye, Tooru~" the cheerful voice called out, accompanied by a wave.Tooru returned the gesture with a bright smile, his attention drawn to the departing figure. Y/n braced herself to walk past him, feeling the weight of disappointment settle upon her shoulders. It seemed luck was not on her side today, or any day for that matter.

Y/n's heart clenched as she felt the familiar bump, her gaze reluctantly meeting Oikawa's."Hello, Oikawa," she greeted, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation."What's with the last names? You know I said to call me Tooru when we first started dating," he reminded her, a forced smile playing on his lips."About that—" Y/n began, but Oikawa's sudden departure caught her off guard."Well, I have to go to volleyball. Bye, love," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before rushing off, leaving her standing there, feeling hollow and unseen."Yeah..." Y/n trailed off, her hand absently touching her forehead where his lips had lingered. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, softening her expression momentarily."I miss those," she whispered to herself, a single tear threatening to fall before she composed herself."I'm sorry, Tooru, but soon you won't be able to give me those," she murmured quietly, steeling herself for the inevitable. As she turned to leave, she bumped into Iwaizumi, finding unexpected comfort in his familiar presence.

"Ah, Zumi," she greeted, a gentle wave punctuating her words.
"Hey," he replied, his demeanor softening as recognition dawned.
"Enjoy your volleyball practice," she encouraged, a graceful flick of her hand dismissing any worries.
"It might not be as grand," he murmured, reciprocating the wave, "but it's for you."
He understood the silent currents, witnessing his childhood confidante with another.
With resolve, Iwaizumi pressed on toward the volleyball court, carrying the weight of unspoken truths.

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Volleyball practice concluded, and as Oikawa emerged, a familiar girl lingered in the shadows, awaiting his attention.
"Hey, I need to talk to you," Iwaizumi intervened, gently guiding Oikawa away from the approaching embrace.
"Eh?" Oikawa protested, his voice carrying a blend of annoyance and confusion, resisting his friend's insistence on privacy.
With determination, Iwaizumi steered Oikawa toward the now deserted locker rooms, the weight of his words hanging heavy between them.

"What's your deal?" Iwaizumi's voice sliced through the tension, his frustration evident.
"What do you mean?" Oikawa retorted, his tone defensive.
"Are you blind? Can't you see what you're doing to y/n?" Iwaizumi snapped, his eyes flashing with disappointment.
"I didn't-"
"You're being an idiot, Oikawa! You're letting someone who genuinely cares about you slip away, and for what? Some fleeting attention from someone else?" Iwaizumi's words were sharp, each one landing like a blow.
"I-I didn't mean to hurt her," Oikawa stammered, his defenses crumbling.
"Words mean nothing if your actions say otherwise! Just go chase after your new flavor of the month and leave y/n alone. She deserves better than this constant heartache!" Iwaizumi's voice rose, the heat of his anger igniting the air between them.
With that, he released his grip, storming away, leaving Oikawa to confront the harsh truth of his choices.
This was the day Oikawa regretted showing his face at all.

As y/n witnessed Oikawa's name vanish from her contact screen, a tear traced a solitary path down her cheek, whispering, "I'm sorry, Tooru," her voice choked on tears, "But I have to let go of the love I once held for you."
Her thoughts drifted to the girl who had shattered her, a paradox of beauty and devastation.
In that poignant silence, one thought echoed relentlessly, a heavy burden that crushed her spirit, leaving her lost in the depths of inconsolable sorrow.

I wish I were heather.