Fallen- Oikawa x Reader

Chapter 3

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It was a rather ordinary evening in Oikawa Tooru's life. He was running along the side of the road, blasting his music at practically full volume despite knowing the inevitable ramifications of such stupidity. He decided he'd let today be a good day. He hadn't thought about the girl who gave him literal chest pains for... okay that was a lie and he knew it.  He was thinking.

A lot.

Oikawa was quite vexed about that fact.

He kept running, picking up his pace and trying to keep you at least somewhere in the back or even a damn corner of his mind. Just so that you weren't usurping the entirety of it. The brunette let out a sarcastic laugh as he kept running, genuinely appalled by the argument he was having with himself.

The fact that he was trying to blame you for being in his mind all day when it was clearly his own fault.  Oikawa picked up his pace once again, practically reaching a sprint at this rate as he reached the end of the sidewalk and whipped around the corner. He skidded to a stop right after taking the turn, placing his hands on his knees as he attempted to catch his breath.

That plan however, failed miserably when he looked up. This time his breath left him completely and his brown eyes widened in utter panic. Standing a few meters ahead was no other than Ushijima Wakatoshi and...
God damn it.

As if this couldn't get any worse.

You.

There you were, nagging the Shiritorizawa ace as he ruffled your hair with an amused smile on his face.

"Shit!" he cussed under his breath as he quickly took cover behind the extremely convenient fence. 

The plain white plastic was most definitely receiving the most gratitude from the breathless brunette that quickly tugged his hoodie over his head. He leaned over to the side, carefully peaking around the corner.

"I told you to cut it out!" you exclaimed, punching Wakatoshi in the stomach.

Oikawa's eyes widened at the exchange watching as the tall ace hunched over a bit, laughing through his coughs. Ushijima Wakatoshi, the stoic bastard that Oikawa spent his nights and occasionally days, cursing for being too damn good at volleyball was genuinely laughing after his girlfriend just socked him in the gut. Oikawa squinted his eyes, contemplating whether he was experiencing a fever dream or something of the sort.

Wakatoshi glanced at you from beneath his disheveled olive hair and only a mere second passed before he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you off of the ground. Your bag slipped from your shoulder and fell to the ground, a few school books spilling onto the sidewalk.

"What the hell was that for?!" you exclaimed as you slapped his back with your hands. 

You squeaked again when Wakatoshi his hold on you.

"Oh, because you didn't just assault me?" he jeered, in response to your huffing and puffing.

You rolled your eyes, limply hanging over his shoulder.

"You're exaggerating. Plus you deserved that!" you retorted landing another blow against his back with your hand.

Wakatoshi began to turn around and Oikawa quickly straightened his posture, hiding behind the safe concealment of this god send of a fence.

He couldn't say that he expected Ushijima to be into a someone so... how should he put this. 

Lively?

Shit, that was beside the point. 

The brunette tugged the hoodie over his head even more, practically concealing half of his face at this point. Why did he have to run into the two of you of all people? To be fair he did like coming for his runs to this neighborhood and that meant possibly interacting with people from different schools.