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Oikawa's POV:
'I think he knows
His footprints on the sidewalk
Leads to where I can't walk
Go there every night'
I —Oikawa Tooru, 27, Professional Volleyball Player— do /not/ have a crush. I repeat, I do not. That's childish. And I am very much an adult, thank you.
Now, let me get to the problem, why am I sitting here texting one of my bestfriends - Hanamaki Takahiro - about wanting to be more than friends with my childhood friend? Good question.
Iwaizumi Hajime, currently the bane of my existence and also said childhood best friend, had posted a picture on Instagram which is why I originally texted Makki. To defend myself on this, if you saw the post, you wouldn't blame me either. Hajime was wearing a suit and looking away with a glass of wine in his hand and he looked so. goddamn. hot. I cannot emphasize how good he looked.
'I think he knows
His hands around a cold glass
Makes me wanna know that
Body like it's mine'
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[Messages between Tooru🌟 and Makki🐮🙊]
Tooru🌟[1:13am]: YOU DON'T GET IT MAKKI. HE LOOKS. SO. SO AUGHEYSJSGDJSHSJSHS
HE HAS THAT BOYISH LOOK THAT.
I
I JUST DJSHSGSJSJSHDJSJ
-- 'I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
It's like I'm 17, nobody understands' --
Makki🐮🙊[1:14am]: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?? ALSO IT'S LIKE 1 AM FOR YOU??
Tooru🌟[1:14am]: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
[Makki🐮🙊 has gone offline]
Tooru🌟[1:15am]: MAN FUCK YOU TOO?
[Tooru🌟 has gone offline]
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I feel my heartbeat fasten as I open Instagram once again and see Hajime's post there. In a short moment of me /not/ panicking, I noticed that I didn't even like or comment on it, which is odd for me, so I proceed to do just that. Writing out a simple comment like "Oooo I see you Iwa-chan" feels wrong when my messages with Makki exist but Hajime doesn't need to know that.
I think back to the few times I tried "jokingly" flirting with him only to be met with a "Save that for your fangirls, Kawa." which, fair, but also he could've played along.
'He got my heartbeat
Skipping like 16th Avenue
Got that, ah!, I mean
Wanna see what's under that attitude'
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[Messages between Tooru🌟 and Makki🐮🙊]
Tooru🌟[1:19am]: I WANT HIM
[Makki🐮🙊 is online]
Makki🐮🙊[1:19am]: Bless your soul. TELL HIM
Tooru🌟[1:19am]: I AIN'T GOTTA TELL HIM I THINK HE KNOWS??
Makki🐮🙊[1:20am]: YOU THINK HE KNOWS?
Tooru🌟[1:20am]: ..YES
Makki🐮🙊[1:20am]: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? HOW WOULD HE KNOW??
Tooru🌟[1:21am]: I flirt with him all the time, he should've caught up by now.
Right?????
Makki🐮🙊[1:21am]: .....
[Makki🐮🙊 has gone offline]
Tooru🌟[1:21am]: Not again😭😭😭
[Tooru🌟 has gone offline]
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'I think he knows
When we get all alone
I'll make myself at home
And he'll want me to stay'
I think back to the time I visited Japan for a few weeks, the time I spent with him. Both of us hanging out and drunk, cuddling on his sofa. The way he pulled me back towards him everytime I tried to get up to do anything. His soft mumbles of "Don't go, Tooru. Don't leave yet." that made my heart melt and give in.
Then the memory shifts to the time I was on facetime with him and jokingly said something about a guy missing out on me because he ghosted me, and how he laughed and straight up told me any guy would be an idiot to miss out on me because I wasn't someone who should have to wait around for a man.
'I think he knows
He better lock it down
Or I won't stick around
'Cause good ones never wait'
A notification from Instagram brings me out of my thoughts as I click on it. A reply from Hajime, of course. It says, "Don't be too dramatic Tooru" because of course he'd reply that. I like the comment and reply with a ':P' and proceed to my messages because I noticed I had a message from Hajime. "Hey, wanna call tonight if you're still awake?"
..Tooru.exe has stopped working. Or so I thought, but no. This is normal, we call every other day. It's the same old best friend calls, right? Best friends video call each other all through college up until they're in their late 20's.
"Tooru? Don't leave me on read, dumbass." Another message comes through as I realise that I did, indeed, leave him on read. I quickly type out a response before pressing the call button next to his name.
'He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand
Boy I understand'
We talk for a good hour and a half, we're still on call but it's silent now. Not an awkward silence though, I think to myself and smile a little. "What's got you smiling?" He suddenly asks as I turn red, "Nothing" I answer instantly. He laughs warmly and my heart skips a beat or two. "It's clearly not nothing, look how red you are, Tooru." he says teasingly. "Shut up." I say quietly before quickly changing the topic.
'He got my heartbeat
Skipping like 16th Avenue
Got that, ah!, I mean
Wanna see what's under that attitude'
We talk a little more and catch up and for some stupid reason, my brain decides this would be a good time to blurt out what I had been thinking this whole time, "I want you." Silence. "What?" he responds, his face equally red as mine. "..Nothing" I quietly reply. "Tooru, I already heard what you said." he says. "...You didn't already know?" I ask curiously. "How the hell would I have known?" he retorts. "...Good point!"
'Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
I think he knows'
"For the record, I want you too." Hajime says after a while of silence, his face as red as it could possibly get, I giggle a little in response. "Good to know, Hajime."
'I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul'
After a second's silence we both burst into soft laughter, smiles reaching out ears. I felt so happy in that moment, I don't think I have the words to describe it. It's like everything in the world suddenly made sense and all was right. "Now you don't have to be drunk to put your hand on my thigh while I'm driving" he says with a chuckle as I whine in response. "THAT WAS ONCE." I yell out in embarrassment. "I'm just kidding Tooruuuu." he says as he laughs at my expression.
'Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive'
"I'm visiting Argentina in a week, by the way. Just thought I'd tell you now." He says, suddenly. My eyes light up and I don't think I've ever smiled as wide as I did in this moment, "You are?? Oh my god there are so many places I need to show you." I say excitedly.
'So where we gonna go?
I whisper in the dark
Where we gonna go?
I think he knows'
A week later, Hajime's hand was in mine as we made our way to my car after he had just landed. "So where we gonna go?" he asks softly with a smile. "I think you know." I reply with a smile as I kiss him on the cheek. And when he kisses me on the lips unexpectedly, my heart does NOT skip a beat.
He got my heartbeat
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh! I mean
Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
I think he knows'
We make our way to my room as I whisper into his ear, "I want you." And he smiles at me like he knows it before kissing me again.
'I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows’