Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None. Other Tags: Silly boys being very silly. Square: I can see the end as it begins Word Count: 436
these boys are such goobers, i hate them
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ehh i want to go to sleep, tobio-chan!!!
k gnite
night, love you!
The last message blinks up at Tooru accusingly. He'd been drifting to sleep just a few minutes earlier, barely managing to keep his eyes open, but now his heart is racing as he unlocks and reopens his phone. The message, unfortunately, is still there.
He knows it's over, that it's been sent - and by the little checkmark under the message, he knows that Tobio has read it. Tooru can barely swallow as he sits up straight in bed, throwing his phone onto his desk before getting to his feet and clutching his hair.
How could he have been this stupid? He's been so careful for so long, maintaining the perfect amount of distance to keep himself from feeling things. The sex had been good, and that was all Tooru had allowed himself to think, and now...
Now this.
For every second the phone doesn't vibrate with a new text notification, Tooru's hands get impossibly clammier. Tobio's seen it. It's all out in the open now, and there's nothing more terrifying than exactly that.
He doesn't want this. Even if he clearly wants Tobio, even if his heart fell at some point when he wasn't paying attention, he still doesn't want this. There's nothing good that Tooru can see coming out of a normal relationship, and so many possibilities for everything to go to shit.
His phone stays perfectly, innocently still, and he grits his teeth. Tobio's seen it. He knows that. So what's taking him so long to respond? It's rude, to leave Tooru in this limbo of uncertainty. And if Tooru's sure he doesn't want what will come with this, that he didn't mean to say it in so many words...
He grabs his phone, clicking the call button next to Tobio's icon - still that picture from so long ago, containing more of Tooru's grin and pose than Tobio's bowing posture. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity as he steps out of his apartment, locks the door behind him and heads down the stairs. Fresh air. Fresh air will clear his mind for the conversation that's about to happen, will prepare him to be as stern and unyielding as he needs to be so that this ends before it can begin.
"Hello?"
"Tobio-chan, excellent. I just wanted to say--"
"I love you too."
Tooru stops in his tracks. He watches each of his shaky exhales crystallize in the air in front of him before he repeats, "you love me."
FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, C3, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Silly boys being very silly.
Square: I can see the end as it begins
Word Count: 436
these boys are such goobers, i hate them
***
The last message blinks up at Tooru accusingly. He'd been drifting to sleep just a few minutes earlier, barely managing to keep his eyes open, but now his heart is racing as he unlocks and reopens his phone. The message, unfortunately, is still there.
He knows it's over, that it's been sent - and by the little checkmark under the message, he knows that Tobio has read it. Tooru can barely swallow as he sits up straight in bed, throwing his phone onto his desk before getting to his feet and clutching his hair.
How could he have been this stupid? He's been so careful for so long, maintaining the perfect amount of distance to keep himself from feeling things. The sex had been good, and that was all Tooru had allowed himself to think, and now...
Now this.
For every second the phone doesn't vibrate with a new text notification, Tooru's hands get impossibly clammier. Tobio's seen it. It's all out in the open now, and there's nothing more terrifying than exactly that.
He doesn't want this. Even if he clearly wants Tobio, even if his heart fell at some point when he wasn't paying attention, he still doesn't want this. There's nothing good that Tooru can see coming out of a normal relationship, and so many possibilities for everything to go to shit.
His phone stays perfectly, innocently still, and he grits his teeth. Tobio's seen it. He knows that. So what's taking him so long to respond? It's rude, to leave Tooru in this limbo of uncertainty. And if Tooru's sure he doesn't want what will come with this, that he didn't mean to say it in so many words...
He grabs his phone, clicking the call button next to Tobio's icon - still that picture from so long ago, containing more of Tooru's grin and pose than Tobio's bowing posture. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity as he steps out of his apartment, locks the door behind him and heads down the stairs. Fresh air. Fresh air will clear his mind for the conversation that's about to happen, will prepare him to be as stern and unyielding as he needs to be so that this ends before it can begin.
"Hello?"
"Tobio-chan, excellent. I just wanted to say--"
"I love you too."
Tooru stops in his tracks. He watches each of his shaky exhales crystallize in the air in front of him before he repeats, "you love me."
"Yes."
"Oh."