Oikawa Tooru x gender neutral!reader

Newfound love at the Olympics…

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wc : 1349

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2016. Rio’s Summer Olympics. The Oikawa’s volleyball team just qualified for the quarter final. The whole Japanese team was vibrating with energy. Oikawa had scored most of the points, as usual, and was already starting to be seen as one of the best volleyball players of all time, and he was only 22 years old.

The next day was free for them, before the next match. Surely they had to train again, and again, and again. And Oikawa wasn’t going to rest until he won an olympic gold medal. But much to his despair, his teammates forced him to see at least one other sporting event to change his mind. Even his coach pushed him out of the training room. 

With a groan, Oikawa reluctantly entered the Carioca Arena 3, where the fencing events took place. The metallic sound of the foils meeting was already getting to his head, he could feel the headache growing. He followed his teammates through the stands, going to the VIP section. He sat down, crossing his arms and frowning.

“And we’re supposed to understand what’s going on? We can’t see anything.” He grumbled.

His friend raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “You’re sulking. It’s not that bad.” He shrugged. “You’re here anyway, so at least try to make it enjoyable for yourself.” 

Oikawa sighed heavily, shifting in his seat. He tried to focus on what was happening. He really was. But it was insanely hard. The movements were too fast, it seemed utterly incomprehensible…

He was in a bad mood and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He only smiled when the camera panned to him and waved to the audience, with his signature smirk. However, as soon as he wasn’t on the big screen again, he looked all grumpy. 

Yet, something caught his attention when two fencers walked in the piste in front of their stands. He straightened slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the athlete wearing […] country flag. He frowned slightly as he watched you talking to your coach. He felt something warm settle in his stomach. 

“Who’s that?” He asked his teammate, pointing to your form.

His teammate glanced towards you, taking some time to study you. “That’s [name], I think. If I’m not mistaken they’re one of the favourites for the gold medal.”

Oikawa nodded, his eyes not leaving you for one second, even as you put on your fencing mask. He was hypnotised by your movements and your charisma.

The world faded, it was only him and you. He snapped out of his trance when one of his teammates waved a hand in front of his face. 

“You’re staring, Tooru.” 

“What? No I’m not.” He replied immediately, leaning back in his seat. He forced himself to tear his gaze away. 

“The fencing prodigy caught your attention?” His teammate chuckled. “You should ask them out.”

“Tsk.” Oikawa rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“We’re going to win a gold medal, they’re going to win a gold medal, I’d call that a golden date. You have nothing to fear, you’re Oikawa freaking Tooru. Girls are falling at your feet.”

And he was not wrong technically. But the prospect of having to ask you out made him nervous. And the fact that he was getting nervous over someone was scaring him. He never had trouble to have a date and to get into a relationship. So why were you making him feel this way? And he was going to be honest : he disliked this funny feeling settling in his stomach.

Later on, he saw you walking in the Olympic village. Obviously, you had won your match, qualifying for the demi-finals. He considered turning around and walking away to avoid an interaction with you. Though, his teammates were around and he knew they would tease him to no end if they learned he had been afraid to talk to someone. 

So he took a deep breath and finally accosted you when you walked by him. “Heyyy, you’re [name], right?” He asked, an awkward smirk on his face, trying to appear confident. Smooth, real smooth Oikawa Tooru. 

You stopped, glancing at him. “Yeah, what’s up?” 

Oikawa’s brain completely shut down. For a couple of seconds he just stared at you in silence. His mind had not coped with the fact you were standing just two meters away from him, giving him your attention. 

For his coach’s sake, he was usually the one people froze when talking to. He was the one being intimidating, all smirking and charismatic, signing autographs to fans. And right now he was reduced to a random guy trying to hit on you. His brain was completely off and racing at the same time. 

You raised an eyebrow when you saw he wasn’t talking. “You’re Oikawa Tooru, right? The volleyball player?” 

He snapped back to reality at that. “Uh yeah totally, that’s me.” He giggled. He GIGGLED. Like a teenage boy talking to his crush. He scratched the back of his head, blush creeping on his cheeks.

“You wanted something?” You asked, quite amused at the sight of this grown man, often pictured as a womanizer, losing his composure in front of you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it at least a little.

“Uhm.. No? Yes? We have a match tomorrow. If you have nothing to do… That’s stupid you probably have training, I shouldn’t propose that. Forget everything I just said.” He rambled. 

You chuckled, entertained by his struggle. It was a bit cruel, sure, to like seeing someone struggling to keep his composure in front of you. But it made you giddy. “I’ll see what I can do. I don’t have any fencing match tomorrow.” You stated, smiling faintly. “I have a meeting with my coach right now so I can’t stay–” 

“YEAH no I- I don’t want to keep you from your duty.” He exclaimed.

“Then maybe I’ll have the chance to see you play tomorrow.” He greeted, nodding politely as a goodbye and left the corridor without looking back. A strange heat settled in your stomach, as if butterflies’ cocoons were settling into it. 

“Yeah see you soon.” He stuttered quickly. Oikawa kept his gaze on you until you were out of his sight. He groaned and slapped himself mentally. “Great job Oikawa…” He mumbled to himself. “They probably think you’re a weirdo and won’t ever speak to you again.” He sighed, walking towards his hotel room.

The next day, he was even more nervous than usual before the match. Sure he was stressed because it was the Olympics and he had to win. But, he was nervous to know if you were in the stands watching him. He didn’t know what was worse: to know you were here watching him, or you just ignored his invitation and were somewhere else. Or, maybe, you were in the stands and you were just not here for him. His mind was working overdrive.

Nevertheless it wasn’t the time to think about it anymore. He walked into the volleyball court, the adrenaline filling all of his senses. He tried to focus on his warm-up and the upcoming match, reviewing strategies and everything that could be useful. He completely ignored the public, not minding the cameras and the fans screaming his name.

When he stepped in position, his curiosity got the best of him and he glanced towards the VIP stands. When he saw you, it made him feel better and worse at the same time. A wave of warmth passed through his chest, however now he wanted to impress you, which gave him more adrenaline.

He smiled to himself as he focused back on his opponents. He knew he was about to have the best competition of his life, knowing you were watching him and he was going to make sure you notice how good he is at volleyball. 

And he couldn’t dream for it to happen at a better moment : he was already certain he would win the gold medal. But now it was as if he already had it between his hands.

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-> This is not proofread! And english is not my first language so pleaseeeee be kind <3

-> please do not copy, feed to AI and do not put on applications such as character.ai.

-> this is the only account I have. I have not put these on AO3 yet (I don’t know if I will, I’m scared)

Voltron AU for Haikyu Characters

Daichi - Black paladin

Oikawa - Blue paladin

Tanaka - red paladin

Kenma - Green paladin

Ojiro - Yellow paladin

Bokuto - Coran

Kiyoko - Allura

Found this in my notes. What do you guys think. Let me know in the comments. Please be respectful in the comments. Thank you :)

something my friend made 😁 i wanted to share!

Beneath the Pause

In public, Iwaizumi is unwavering, strong, and unshakable. But in private, Oikawa begins to notice the subtle ways Iwaizumi allows him to lead, to guide, and sometimes to hold the space for him.

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Au where the heir of iwaizumi kingdom is looking for a wife. he found a beautiful omega prince from a neighbor kighdim and such

(art practice on lighting and background still kinda raw)

Sunset Confessions

WC: 1,462 | Rated: G | Warnings: None | Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff; discussions about soulmates; Oikawa Tooru is a hopeless romantic; Hajime loves that about him. | [AO3]

“Do you believe in soulmates, Iwa-chan?”

The question leaves Oikawa’s lips in the softest of voices, barely above a whisper, and for a brief moment Hajime doesn’t offer him any kind of reply, wondering if he’s heard right or if he’s just imagined Oikawa’s question.

They’ve been quietly watching the sunset, sitting side by side in two plastic chairs on the roofs of their apartment building and enjoying a well-deserved break after two weeks going utterly crazy with finals and projects at college.

The setting sun paints the sky a strong orange color, the city traffic is loud and busy as usual, and the streets are crowded as hell with people going home after a long day of work. None of that really matters to Hajime right now, though, because after two weeks of madness he can finally breathe again. And rest. And, really, just not having to worry about any more exams or due projects is more than awesome, thank you very much.

“Iwa-chan.”

“Oh yeah, Oikawa asked him a question. Right.

Hajime’s eyes leave the horizon to face his best friend and he finds out Oikawa’s already watching him, head slightly tilted to the side in waiting.

“What was the question again?” Hajime asks and he has to hold back a smile when he sees Oikawa roll his eyes petulantly – probably outraged by the fact that Hajime hadn’t been paying attention to him at all.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Oikawa repeats, louder and fiercer this time.

‘Do I?’ Is the first thing that comes to Hajime’s head.

He’s never given the matter much thought, really. He knows a good deal of people believe in this kind of thing, in the idea of having someone out there that complements them – are their other half –, and, sure, Hajime admits it’s a nice thing to believe in, but this has never been a concern of his; he’s always been too practical and too much of a realist to busy himself with such things.

But this is exactly the type of thing that Oikawa would care about.

“I don’t know,” Hajime finally says, resting against the backrest of his plastic chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest, brow furrowing a bit as he ponders about what he should tell Oikawa. He can’t see why he should lie about it, so he chooses not to. “Never really thought about it, to be honest. It’s not really my thing, I guess.”

The disappointment that flashes in Oikawa’s chocolate eyes is so brief that any normal person would’ve missed it, but Hajime is not just a normal person, at least not when it comes to reading Oikawa; Hajime has known him for over fifteen years now, has spent endless hours learning every aspect of Oikawa’s personality, every one of his moods and all of his flaws and his greatest points as well, so even that subtle change speaks volumes to him.

The unusual, heavy silence that follows Hajime’s answer and the slight frown maring Oikawa’s usually smooth forehead just confirm his suspicions. Oikawa had been waiting for a different answer, it seems, and he was not satisfied with the one he got.

“You believe it,” Hajime says, not really a question because he just knows he’s right. Not a hint of doubt in his voice.

Because of course Oikawa, of all people, would believe in soulmates. Despite all the flirting he’s done in his life, despite the narcissism and deceptive detachment from anything that doesn’t revolve around him, deep down, Hajime knows for a fact that Oikawa is nothing short of a hopeless romantic.

Hajime knows Oikawa is a sucker for the lovey-dovey shit his best friend finds in those awful rom-coms he’s addicted to, knows Oikawa loves being spoiled by those who are close to him and loves spoiling his loved ones just as much, knows he loves a good pampering and small thoughtful gestures. Honestly, Oikawa is overall such a huge fucking sap, plain and simple, that Hajime shouldn’t be that surprised to learn that the idiot does believe in all this mushy crap, but he actually is.

Damn it, he should’ve seen that one coming, shouldn’t he?

“Well, excuse me,” Oikawa scoffs, displeased, nose high in the air as he glares daggers at Hajime. “This might be shocking for you, Iwa-chan, but some people like to believe in nice things. Not everyone is a pessimist like yourself.”

That reply is enough to get a snort out of Hajime. He opens his mouth to retort, a snarky remark ready on the tip of his tongue, but Oikawa doesn’t give him the chance to do so. Oikawa’s face softens then, brown eyes going gentler and the frown slipping off his face as he smiles genuinely at Hajime for the first time since they sat down to watch the sunset together and, out of a sudden, Hajime’s world is turned upside down.

“And besides,” Oikawa continues, voice even, smooth, almost a caress. “It’s hard for me not to believe it when it feels like I met mine when I was six.”

Hajime’s heart stutters and almost stops inside his chest once his brain catches up with the meaning behind Oikawa’s words. His chest tightens, his mouth goes dry, and he can feel his face getting suspiciously warmer than it should, but he doesn’t say anything.

Better yet, he can’t say anything. Not when Oikawa is talking to him and looking at him like that; expression soft and open, honest, void of fakes smiles and without any trace of his usual smugness. Because Iwaizumi Hajime has seen a lot of beautiful things in his twenty-two years of life, but, to this day, nothing compares to the beauty that is Oikawa Tooru when he takes off his cocky, arrogant mask and just shows his true self. It’s a side Oikawa doesn’t show often, this tender, more vulnerable side, and Hajime can’t help but feel privileged to be one of the few people who are allowed to witness it.

“Ooh, did I render Iwa-chan speechless?”

Oikawa’s tone is teasing and light, but there’s also a hint of expectation there that Hajime doesn’t miss –a touch of that same old insecurity that Oikawa’s been carrying since childhood and that he has learnt to hide well behind those fake grins he’s always flashing; the ones that fool everyone but have yet to work on Hajime too.

Hajime hates that insecurity like he’s hated very few things in his life so, instead of denying everything as he usually does, he smiles warmly at Oikawa and humors him. Because even if Hajime tends to hold back a great deal of the good things he thinks about Oikawa to avoid inflating the guy’s (already huge) ego, there’s no way in hell he’s not gonna do everything in his power to keep any kind of self-doubt out of Oikawa’s overthinking brain. He loves that asshole too much not to.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” Hajime laughs, eyes not leaving Oikawa’s figure for a second as the words leave his mouth.

That’s enough to catch Oikawa by surprise and it’s his turn to be rendered speechless when Hajime, slowly and never breaking eye contact, reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers with care.

“But you know what, Shittykawa?” Hajime goes on, and there’s not a single hint of venom in his voice, only fondness. “When you put things in that perspective, I guess having a soulmate wouldn’t be so bad, after all. Especially since we found each other so early, you know. It must mean something.”

It takes exactly three seconds for Oikawa to understand what Hajime is trying to tell him and, when he does, the most honest and beautiful smile spreads over his lips, eyes sparkling with pure happiness.

And as Hajime stares at Oikawa like that, all genuine smile, brown wanes of hair swishing in the breeze blowing on the roof and overall glowing in the sunset light, he comes to the realization that he really means what he’s just said; that having a soulmate –having Oikawa as a soulmate– wouldn’t be so bad. Not if it meant that Oikawa would keep looking at Hajime that way; all warm and with so much love Hajime’s heart almost can’t handle it.

“Ah, Iwa-chan, I didn’t know you were secretly a romantic,” Oikawa says, squeezing Hajime’s hand and leaning to rest his head against Hajime’s shoulder.

And if Hajime hears the small sniff that comes from Oikawa, he’s feeling selfless enough to just pretend he doesn’t.

“Shut up, Oikawa,” he says instead, bringing their joined hands closer and planting a light kiss on the back of Oikawa’s hand just for good measure.

No, having a soulmate wouldn’t be that bad at all.

the captains all moving in together after highschool !!!!!!!!

plese make morw of this this means so much to me

Unsaid

“Don’t hide behind that fake smile with me.”

Oikawa’s breath stuttered.
He looked down, suddenly feeling twelve years old and fragile in ways he never let anyone see.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he muttered.

“Yeah, you are.”

Silence pressed down on the gym.
Oikawa wished he could disappear into the wooden floorboards.

Then Iwaizumi spoke again, voice lower now.

“You think I haven’t noticed?”

Oikawa’s heart stopped.

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“I couldn’t be like my sister. I want to be the rich man pulling some beautiful lowlife from abject poverty.”

<3

i forget that oikawa’s knee injury isn’t actually canon sometimes…

i have volleyball practice today im so freaking excited (i have volleyball practice every week)

begging my coach makes me captain when the season starts 🤞🤞🤞 please let me live out my oikawa tooru dreams

Managed to doodle smth.

From chapter 21 of His Majesty’s Pleasure

2

The door to the gym swung open.

The boys who were cleaning up inside froze.

“Yuna?” someone asked, confused.

I took a few steps inside. My eyes immediately locked onto him.

Oikawa stiffened for a split second before that familiar smile slid back onto his face—too easy, too perfect. He took a step back.

“Wow,” he drawled. “Now that’s what I call a dramatic entrance.”

His gaze swept over me from head to toe. “What do you want?”

“Are you actually fucking with me right now?” I snapped. “Why did you post that shit?”

My voice echoed through the gym.

“We’re not even two hours apart and you already need attention from random girls?”

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, like I’d just complimented him.

“Random?” He let out a quiet laugh. “Wow. You’re sounding a little possessive.”

A low murmur spread through the gym. I felt my brow furrow.

“You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Oh, please.” He crossed his arms, his smile turning sharp.

“You storm in here, yelling at me in front of an audience, and I’m the bad guy?”

He tilted his head. “You’re pretty brave in front of others.”

“Oh please, like I’m the villain here,” I scoffed.

“Four girls hanging all over you in your Insta story is pretty damn shitty, asshole.”

His expression flickered for a fraction of a second—then the grin was back.

“Are you counting now?” he asked sweetly. “Cute.”

I clenched my fists.

“Don’t act so smug, Oikawa.”

“I’m not acting smug.” He stepped closer, his voice calm—almost gentle.

“I’m just living my life. Maybe you should try that sometime.”

“Oh yeah?” I hissed. “And living your life now means deliberately making me jealous?”

He leaned in slightly.

“Or,” he said quietly, “maybe it just means we’re over—and you haven’t accepted that yet.”

Before I could respond, a voice spoke up behind me.

“Yuna?”

The coach stood at the edge of the gym. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing,” I forced out and turned away.

As I passed him, I looked at Oikawa one last time.

“Have fun with your bullshit.”

“Oh, I will,” he replied easily. “Thanks.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbed Hao by the arm, and pulled her outside with me.

The gym door slammed shut behind us.

Silence.

I didn’t say a word as we walked back toward the school building.

Only after a few steps did I notice my heart slowing down—

and how much that damn smile still got to me.

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Soo thats the second charter, if anything sounds a bit weird or smt its because i Translate ist from german un english 🫩 still hope you like it 🤙

about my oikawaxoc story

I can’t really sum up this story properly, but buckle up for an emotional rollercoaster featuring Yuna Kageyama.
Yes, Kageyama—you heard that right.

Yuna is Tobio’s older sister and Miwa Kageyama’s younger sister. From the outside, she seems perfect: great grades, captain of the Aoba Johsei girls’ volleyball team, and—let’s not forget—good looks.

But that picture starts to crack the moment you’ve known her for more than ten years…

I’ve definitely over-dramatized some parts of this story, and the Kageyama family background (and other details) its definitely difrent from the manga—but honestly? Who cares.

Enjoy the story :)

english is not my native langueges hope you guys dont care

1

“Tooru, wait… you’re running too fast.”
Desperately, I stretched out my small fingers.
“Wait!” I screamed.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Ugh, fucking alarm,” I muttered and hit stop. The bed was damp with sweat, sunlight streaming through the half-closed curtains. Sleepily, I rubbed my eyes and placed my feet on the cold floor.

I shuffled across my room to the wardrobe. I stopped in front of the mirror. Dark blue eyes stared back at me, straight into my soul—my own.

I grabbed my school uniform and put it on, leaving the blazer off. “It’s way too hot anyway,” I murmured. My gaze drifted to my phone. I could already picture the messages and missed calls before I even picked it up. Last night had been a complete fever dream. I really didn’t want to go to school—it would only remind me of yesterday.

“I don’t want to…” I whined softly and let myself fall back onto the bed. From the corner of my eye, I glanced at my phone.

6 missed calls from Tooru.
8 unread messages.

With a sigh, I grabbed it. “Shit,” I muttered and opened the chat.

Tooru ♡
Missed call – 00:00
Where are you? – 00:05
Did you leave? – 00:11
Are you home? – 00:11
First you yell at me and then you just leave? – 00:12
It’s so annoying how you always run away – 00:13
Seriously – 00:15
You know what, you’re right. We should break up – 00:38
Missed call – 00:40
Screw you, you better not show up tomorrow – 00:50
Missed call – 03:00

I stared at the screen, then threw the phone onto the bed and stood up.

“Asshole,” I said out loud—though I knew perfectly well that I was the asshole here.

I slipped into my old red Converse and grabbed my phone again, this time shoving it into my bag. I left my room, slamming the door a little harder than necessary.

“Is everything okay?” Miwa asked, looking confused as she passed me in the hallway.
“Yeah,” I replied flatly and marched past her.

With a banana in my hand—snatched quickly from the kitchen—I left the apartment and jogged down the stairwell. With my mouth full and a dark expression, I walked down the street toward Aobajōsei. My shadow stomped across the asphalt in the light of the rising sun until I crossed the schoolyard.

As I walked through the hallways, whispers followed me.
Of course everyone knows, I thought and kept going.

Then Hao, my best friend, walked up to me.
“Everything okay?”

Before I could answer, she continued, “I saw the story and literally thought, OMG—did he seriously do that?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
“What story?” I asked monotonously.

“You didn’t see it?!” Her voice was louder than necessary as she pulled out her phone and shoved it right in front of my face.

“No—what the—”

first chapter from my oikawa x oc fanfiction… well i hope you guys like it :)))

sometimes stress relief is relistening to the playlist you made in 2020 dedicated to an anime dude that perhaps plays volleyball perhaps now in argentina

Unspoken

From childhood to young adulthood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi share a secret habit: exchanging quick kisses for comfort, celebration, or reassurance. What begins as playful, almost instinctive pecks gradually evolves over the years, becoming deeper, warmer, and more meaningful, though they never openly discuss it.

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Nap Time Evolution

After waking, the rule was sacred:

Anyone who doesn’t pretend to sleep for at least ten more minutes for cuddling is a traitor.

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kinda need help on which outfit I should do (-0-)

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjirou, Iwaizumi Hajime
Additional Tags: Medieval AU, royal court setting, part of the His Majesty’s Pleasure universe, Sweet, Bitter-sweet, funny at times, Non Explicit Sex, mature because of ushioi shenanigans
Summary:

A little side story that takes place sometime at the end of chapter 20 of His Majesty’s Pleasure that shows that Oikawa Tooru was not as heartless as everyone thought he was.