── go to sleep. female reader. angst.

── can you hear me? female reader. angst.

Tooru Oikawa appeared perfect on the surface. A pretty face, who was a volleyball star, got along perfectly with girls. Everyone loved him for his facade. And he was content with that. Those that saw past the surface either looked away or picked up their things and left. F/n L/n is rough around the edges, though she doesn't care if people point out her imperfections: She believes that perfection in itself is imperfect. The entire concept was skewed to her. What happens when these completely different personality types collide? What happens when F/n L/n sees through Oikawa? And more importantly, what happens when he sees through her? Is something bound to break in the end? ~~~ This is my first fiction, so I would love some constructive criticism. But don't be mean. I'm ✨sensitive✨. All fan art belongs to its respective owners. I do not own any of the Haikyuu characters/plot, and I do not own you. Also, this is an Oikawa x female reader. I might do a male version in the future. ⚠️TW and Mature Language/Content⚠️ Though mostly Fluff, I assure you!!! ~Enjoy~ EDITING!!! Spin-off: Scars

· Attach onto solemn fantasies , let your sadness out · A collection of angst oneshots/fics about BTS. "𝔚𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰, 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶." ㅡ 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔜𝔬𝔲, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚, 𝕴 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉. 🇹🇺🇲🇧🇱🇷 ; 🇲🇴🇳🇴🇨🇭🇷🇴🇲🇦🇹🇮🇨 🇮🇳🇸🇮🇬🇳🇮🇦🇸

[Name] was either extremely brave or just plain stupid. She loved doing things that she wanted to do without any second thought. So when she approached Kei and asked him to help her get closer to the one she liked, it didn't really surprise him. However, what he never expected was the impact that this loud reckless girl could have in his life. Inspired by Your Lie in April Started: May 04, 2020 Ended: June 07, 2020 Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu, the reader, nor the general idea for the plot. Haikyuu is owned by Haruichi Furudate. Reader belongs to themself. Your lie in April is owned by Naoshi Arakawa. Any similarities to an existing work of fiction [except for Your Lie in April] is purely coincidental.