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. . Tooru had always considered himself a charismatic person—flirtatious, handsome, and charming. He had all the girls, and some of the boys, wrapped around his finger whenever he wanted. But he’d only ever had one girlfriend until his senior year of high school.
Everyone who knew him (most of them his fans) said he was too good, too perfect… But he still had one flaw that gnawed at him from the inside. He never apologized, he wouldn’t give in to guilt. He was too proud to yield. But how could it be his fault if his hand had nearly reached his ex-kohai’s face? What happened was strange for Tooru; he had always been able to control those impulses. But he had almost hit the younger boy. Luckily, Iwa-chan had grabbed him before he could.
Tobio Kageyama.
He thought the guilt wouldn’t be huge, but it was the complete opposite. The guilt grew bigger with each passing day and year. The knot he felt inside worsened a thousandfold. That damn dream, or rather, nightmare. Every night he had the same nightmare, waking up at 3 a.m. just as his hand was approaching Tobio’s face. He really needed to apologize to be able to sleep well at night.
Tooru had always lived by the idea that things could be resolved with a smile and a joke. If someone felt uncomfortable or upset, he would simply ignore it, making everyone forget the problems immediately. But that time, with Tobio, he couldn’t do the same. The feeling of unease that overwhelmed him wouldn’t go away with a smile, not even with one of those jokes that usually made everyone laugh. And he hadn’t seen Tobio in about three or two years, maybe more…
He saw how the eyes that had once looked at him with admiration widened in surprise as his hand almost connected with his face. But he didn’t feel guilt in that moment, only anger—toward Tobio or toward himself. Tobio was only about 12 or 13 years old when he tried to hit him.
Tobio Kageyama… even after so much time, his name still had the power to unsettle him. Tooru tried to remember what he had been like back then: an arrogant, confident boy, self-assured in the eyes of others, but deep down, too insecure—he knew that well now. He saw himself as the center of attention, always surrounded by people, always with a ready smile. But in that moment, he had been a monster, a monster who had lost control because of his damn insecurity.
Iwaizumi had been right. He wasn’t mature enough when it happened. He wasn’t man enough.
He tried to forget it over the years. He was never going to be able to. And that angered him even more; he was 23 years old now, the captain of the Argentine national team, and he had been through worse things than a high school problem. But it still haunted him. And today, he really didn’t need that memory interfering with his volleyball match. And honestly, he wanted to forget that nightmare for once and for all.
Tooru was about to make a powerful serve. He tossed the ball upward, stepped forward forcefully, left foot in front with his hands in front of him. He placed his right foot and pulled his hands back, pausing for a microsecond to gather momentum. He jumped, crossing the red line, and struck the ball with force. The ball was received by the libero, but it flew out of bounds. The cheers of the Argentine fans flooded the court. A satisfied smile appeared on Tooru’s face.
Tooru was loving the damn attention he was getting.
He did the same for the next nine points he scored, until that idiot libero finally managed to reach one, but luckily it resulted in a free ball for his team. His libero received the free ball and passed it accurately to Tooru’s hands. Who should he pass to—the opposite hitter or the outside hitter? He could pass to the ace, but that would be the third time in a row. Maybe he should pass to the opposite. Tooru tilted his hands slightly backward and, with a swift movement of his fingertips, set the ball behind him. The hit resonated throughout the court.
27–25.
They had won the match. They were moving on to the semifinals… against Japan.
The team Tobio was on… It seemed like life had a plot against him. He knew Tobio would be on the national team sooner or later; his life literally revolved around eating and watching volleyball. No wonder he started so young. And maybe he could apologize… He was so focused on that plan—which clearly wasn’t going to work—that he didn’t hear the call ringing on his phone. He grabbed his phone and answered.
“Tooru!” The voice sounded extremely loud, and Tooru knew it was Chibi-chan, or as others called him—Shoyo. “Do you want to come to a party? Everyone from Miyagi will be there. Even Iwaizumi-san! Are you in?” Shoyo asked quickly, his enthusiasm palpable from miles away.
“Chibi-chan, tone it down a bit,” he finally replied, forcing his usual playful and slightly condescending tone. “We just played a three-hour match, you know? Not all of us have your nuclear energy.” He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “Where’s this party?” Shoyo started giving an address and listing who would be there—the only thing Tooru could make out was that Iwa-chan and Tobio-chan would be going.
He swallowed hard as he took off his shoes before entering his house—there were customs he couldn’t forget. Putting that aside, Tooru was quite nervous, but he didn’t show it. What if his apology went wrong? Or if Tobio rejected him? He could think of over 50 ways things could go badly, but he had to think positively. *You can think positively, like you always do*, Tooru thought.
But his nerves were at their peak, the knot in his chest growing even tighter. He opened the bathroom door to start showering before the party began at 8:30 p.m. The hot water ran over his muscular yet slender body, easing the tension in his muscles… Tooru had always been able to keep those impulses under control, but now it seemed that phase was returning. He had to control himself.
He always did, and now he had to do it even more.
Tooru was wearing a nice outfit for going out. A shirt with one or two buttons undone, revealing his defined collarbones. His dark brown hair was slightly disheveled but looked really good on him. He had put on a pair of black shorts and some regular shoes. He looked in the mirror and smiled, but that smile never reached his eyes.
He stopped smiling and simply stared fixedly at his reflection in the mirror. The brown eyes were no longer alive like in high school; the light that once shone in them was gone. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. His heart was beating wildly; he needed his body to calm down. He opened his eyes and smiled again, and this time it reached his eyes with great effort.
The walk to the party was somewhat peaceful. He ran into some fans as usual, who asked for photos, and he had to slip into his 'charming athlete' persona—the mental exhaustion was already killing him. The winds were very calm, and there were no issues on the route. It was the calm before the storm… wasn't it? He no longer knew if what he was thinking made sense.
But he knew he had come here for a purpose. To apologize.
He opened the door, and a few people turned to look. Tooru saw Chibi-chan with Tobio-chan, laughing too much. He approached Iwaizumi, who was standing somewhat close to them, plastered a smile on his face, and headed toward them.
"Iwa-chan! Chibi-chan!" he exclaimed in his usual playful tone before turning to Tobio. He hesitated for less than a microsecond. "And Tobio-chan." His voice came out less forceful than before but seemed like always. He had perfected the mask, but seeing Tobio was destroying the damn mask he had worked so hard to build—all because of one damn boy.
The two greeted him—Iwaizumi calling him Shittykawa as always, and Shoyo calling him the Great King. The usual. But Tobio only nodded and went to get something to drink, avoiding Tooru's gaze. Tooru hesitated for a minute. He could tease him to ease the tension between them, or let him be quiet and be a coward and never tell him.
And Tooru knew very well what he would do. Because Tooru Oikawa is not a coward.
"Tobio-chan!" he exclaimed loudly enough for Tobio to hear. The mentioned one turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised in confusion. Thinking it was a mispronunciation or something, he looked at Tooru. "Hey! You know, for my kōhai, you're ruder than I remember!" Tooru said, trying to ease the tension, but Tobio's furrowed brow unsettled him.
"You yourself said I would never be your kōhai," Tobio asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion. "And I'm not rude—"
"BAH! Forget the words of my past self. And yes, you are rude. Tobio-chan!"
"You're annoy—" Tobio tried to speak but was interrupted by Tooru.
"Annoyingly handsome, thanks for the compliment," Tooru responded. He felt the tension in Tobio's shoulders ease a little. The knot inside him loosened slightly before he smiled, now a bit more sincere. "And how's being a setter going?"
"Good."
"Just good? Nothing more to say than 'good'? Tobio-chan, you're boring!" Before Tooru could say another word, a slap to the back of his head made him lurch forward. "Iwa-chan! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" Tooru defended himself, rubbing the back of his head in pain.
"Leave Kageyama alone, Shittykawa!" Hajime exclaimed, irritated by Tooru's behavior toward his ex-kōhai.
"I wasn't doing anything to him! Right, Tobio-chan?"
"Don't drag him into this, you idiot!" Hajime reprimanded him before standing up and heading elsewhere, but not before giving Tooru a warning look before disappearing into the crowd. Shoyo did the same.
The silence between them was awkward. Tobio took a sip of his drink and didn't look at him. Tooru let out a collected sigh before offering the long-overdue apology he hadn't wanted to give Tobio. "Hey, Tobio." His voice no longer had the false spark from before. It sounded raspy, too serious for the festive atmosphere. Tobio glanced at him sideways. The grip on his glass tightened slightly. "...I want to apologize for almost hitting you..."
"Do you really mean it?" Of course, he meant it. He wasn't a liar; he truly felt sorry. But did Tobio not trust him?
He didn't blame him.
"I'm truly sorry, Tobio..."
"Oikawa—" Tobio tried to speak, but the words never left his mouth.
"You can call me Tooru. We're not in Japan. Tobio." Tooru took a deep breath. Kageyama's name on his lips sounded strangely vulnerable without the usual, dismissive "-chan" attached. "Tobio," he repeated, firmer this time. "I mean it. What I did... or almost did... was wrong. I had no right. You were a child."
"I wasn't a child. I knew what I was doing. I was intense."
"That doesn't matter. It was my job to teach you, not try to hit you." Tobio looked at him as if he didn't believe it.
"Itt was my fault. I wasn't enough..." Tobio breathed, trying to calm himself. "I pressured you, I followed you around like an intense fan. Because I wanted you to praise me, to compliment me. It was my fault."
"You were enough," Tooru murmured, and the admission tasted like an old, bitter truth. "More than enough. That was the problem." Tooru could see the amazement crystallizing in Tobio's blue eyes—that same deep, focused blue that had once looked at him with a devotion he had, in his arrogance, mistaken for a threat. "I thought you hated me. I saw everything distorted from reality. Tobio."
"I didn't hate you. I admired you," Tobio hissed, embarrassed, as he took another sip.
Tooru nodded slowly. Tobio's confession hit him square in the chest, more direct and painful than any ball he had ever received. *I admired you.* Those words were the core of the whole disaster. "There's no excuse. I just... wanted you to know. That I'm sorry. Truly."
"Years have passed," Tobio said at last, his voice low but clear. "I... have changed too."
"I noticed," Tooru admitted with a hint of a smile, this time more genuine. "You're not that kid who followed in my footsteps like a duckling anymore."
"And you're not that guy who thought he could do everything alone," Tobio retorted, looking at him again. "I'm not that boy anymore," he stated, plain and simple. "And you... you're not that guy anymore." Tobio stood up from the table. "I think you're paying, right? You're the oldest, aren't you?"
Tooru stared at him, the air he had held in his lungs escaping in a long, shaky sigh. He hadn't expected... this. He hadn't expected the conversation to flow, for the weight to begin to crumble. "Alright," he said, and his voice sounded strangely serene. "Whatever you want."
Tobio said goodbye and left Tooru alone. For the first time, Tooru felt relieved.
The match was today. Tooru was wearing the number one jersey. He had a genuine smile and was in a great mood; he'd slept like a baby. His team was already lined up on the red line, waiting for the Japanese team to join them. The whistle blew, and both teams headed to the net and began shaking hands. Tooru waited until Tobio was there.
I won't make it easy for you, Tobio."
"Who said I was waiting for this?" Their hands lingered two seconds longer than expected. Tooru looked into Tobio's eyes, and Tobio met his gaze. The dark-haired boy blushed instantly, quickly pulling his hand away. Tooru smiled and grabbed Tobio's wrist beneath the net, his eyes scanning him like prey. "I have a proposition for you. The winner asks the other for a favor. Or are you too cowardly to say yes?" Tobio turned red with anger? Or was it embarrassment?
"Of course, you idiot!"
"That's not how you call your senior, Tobio-chan," Tooru said before letting go of Tobio's hand and going back to his position.
The game was tough. Tooru's serves were impeccable; the balls traveled even faster than usual. His shots were perfect, and so were his strategies. Tobio was excellent too. His serves couldn't compare to the Great King's, but they were deadly. Every time he scored a point, he glanced at Tooru, who was already watching him. And then he quickly looked away.
The competition between the two setters was remarkable. Tooru would feint, and Tobio would catch them and send them to the outside hitter or opposite hitter. And when he had the chance, he'd return the favor by launching quick attacks with Shoyo or feinting at Tooru. But fate wasn't on his side, as Argentina won. All the sweat and (friendly) blows he'd given Shoyo were worth it to get him to focus.
Argentina: 3 sets and Japan: 2 sets.
And now Tooru was going to ask for the favor. He hoped that people had left, or at least most of them, by the time Tobio was free. He walked calmly toward him. If he refused, that was fine; they could do something else. But he was excited.
"Tobio-chan! Did you think you could get away from me?" Tooru exclaimed, grabbing Tobio's wrist, not tightly, but enough to keep him in place. "I want to claim my favor."
"What's your favor?"
"I want to have sex with you," Tooru said, and quickly added, "You can refuse! I can ask you for something else."
"No,esta bien. Oikawa-."
"Tooru." Tooru scolded him, grabbing his wrist. "At my place?" He didn't wait for an answer and got into the car with Tobio, driving to his apartment. When they arrived, Tooru and Tobio took off their shoes, and without waiting another minute, Tooru pinned Tobio against the wall, grabbing him by the waist. The kiss didn't start gently; it was desperate, their arms colliding. Tobio tilted his head to make it more comfortable.
Tooru bit Tobio's lower lip, making him gasp. The brunette's tongue thrust into Tobio's mouth like an intruder, exploring every inch of the dark-haired boy's mouth. He pulled away, grabbing Tobio's hair and roughly yanking the boy's head back. An instant later, his face was buried in Tobio's neck, kissing and sucking on it as Tobio gripped Tooru's shoulders. Gasping moans escaped his lips as he clung to Oikawa's shoulders.
Tooru's tongue traced a path down the boy's neck, then bit and licked it again, leaving purple hickeys. Both of their cocks were already hard. Tooru's fingers circled where he knew the fabric concealed a nipple. He saw the hickeys on Tobio's neck and smiled contentedly.
"Tobio...before we continue. Are you sure? We can leave it here," Tooru said.
"I'm sure," Tobio whispered.
That was the only permission Tooru needed before lunging at him, roughly turning Tobio around. Their chests fit together perfectly. He grabbed Tobio's wrists and pinned them above his head, telling him not to move. He placed tender kisses on the back of his neck and began untying Tobio's pants. The pants fell down in an instant, resting around his ankles. He left his underwear as it was, since it didn't hide the dampness.
The thick, carnal scent of Tobio's heat is overwhelming. Oikawa flexes his hips without being asked, moaning as his increasingly hard bulge fits perfectly into Tobio's ass, eliciting a gasp of response from Tobio. The sound makes Oikawa's cock throb. It would be too easy to bend Tobio over and fit. But this should last a long time.
He threw Tobio onto the bed and removed his underwear, placed one leg over his shoulders, and put a hand on Tobio's penis. With his hand, he began to stroke Tobio at a slow, deliberate pace so that Tobio could feel every movement. Tobio responded with moderately loud moans, which made Tooru speed up his masturbation. Just as Tobio was about to climax, Tooru stopped.
He knew that the longer Tobio endured, the better the orgasm would be. With her hands, she grabbed Tobio's buttocks and squeezed them, opening him a little wider. He inserted a finger into Tobio's entrance, who gasped. he began thrusting in and out with strong, rapid strokes, waiting until Tobio's cleft could accommodate two fingers. Once he had them inside, he began making scissor-like movements. Tobio's eyelashes were already brimming with tears, and they had only just begun.
Oikawa just wants to hear Tobio make sounds he's never made before.
"Come for me?" Oikawa orders softly, absorbing Tobio's desperate moans with intense kisses. He suppresses his urge to bite and focuses on bringing Tobio to orgasm.
His other hand mimics the movement, pumping Tobio's swollen erection intensely until the boy's hips move on their own, penetrating Oikawa's hand. Over his shoulder, Tobio's eyes are glazed, almost delirious with pleasure, and his lips part eagerly as Oikawa leans down to kiss him.
Then Tobio cries out and thrashes against him, and white jets of fluid fall onto Oikawa's hand and the door. Oikawa doesn't stop, stroking him until he reaches orgasm, draining every last drop from his throbbing, oozing member. It's not until Tobio lets out pitiful moans that Oikawa releases him.
After that, Tooru cleaned him carefully, and Tobio clung to the chestnut-haired boy as they slept. Because he didn't want him to go away after this, after waiting to love someone. And that someone was who he clung now.
But they now this wasn't a one thing situationship.