Oikawa Tooru x Reader [ Soulmate!AU ]
Soulmate!AU where the first words your soulmate says to you is inked onto your wrist
The train was rather empty as she stepped in, her shoes clicking softly against the floor as she walked to a vacant seat. A soft sigh left her rosette lips as she smiled to herself. Even though she had to wake up almost an hour earlier than usual to avoid the rush hour crowd, it was worth it if she could avoid squeezing into the train with a ton of other people like a pack of sardines.
Leaning back into the seat, she plugged in her headphones, bobbing her head slightly to the rhythm of the song playing from her phone.
[Y/N]'s pace quickened as she walked toward her boyfriend for approximately a year, Oikawa Tooru's house. She had heard all about the big game he had yesterday; Oikawa begged her to go.. Yet she wasn't able to make it, because of a family issue. Oh how terrible she felt; her wanted to be there for him, especially since she had found out they lost.
Oikawa was one to take things too hard. Though [Y/N] hasn't seen the brunet cry for a real reason; it still hurt her. Even if it came from Iwaizumi headbutting him, it still hurt to see her boyfriend in any sort of pain.
Approaching the home much more quickly, she soon enough made it to the front
Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.
He liked it. No. He loved that about you.
True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not
From: Grand Trash King （−＿−；）♥
To: [Nickname]-chan ♥（ﾉ´∀`）
ne, ne, [nickname]-chan! today is friday, right? let's eat something after practice! i'll even pick you up, i don't care if you're sweaty bc you always smell nice, heheh (*´˘`*)♥
You sighed silently in annoyance as the smart phone in your hands buzzed rather loudly for your liking during class.
That dweeb kept texting you no matter if you replied with a blunt fuck off or simply ignored him, he was just too annoying for his own good.
You inwardly clicked your tongue and tried your bes