𝐢𝐯 - 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
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“uncle toru, i’m bored!” i heard a small child shout from across the park.
“shh, not so loud yakeru, it’s rude.” a familiar voice spoke up, hushing the child.
i looked over to see my boyfriend, T
toru oikawa, with his nephew. smiling, walked towards them.
“hey Toru. this is how you spend your monday afternoons?” i asked with a sly smile.
his shocked face was priceless, but he quickly replaced it with a smirk.
“why of course, (y/n)-chan. we were just heading to takeru’s volleyball class.”
i looked down at the small kid, who looked up at me.
“hey, I’m (y/n). your uncle’s girlfriend, say, you do wanna go get some icecream after your class?” i crouched down and smiled sweetly at him.
takeru’s eyes practically had stars in them.
“can we, please!” he looked up to T
toru, while I gave a smirk, looking up at him as well.
“yeah can we?”
“anything for (y/n)-chan.”
i rolled my eyes, “takeru is here too.”
“i’m here too, meanie!” i heard Takaru say at the same time as me.
i grabbed Takaru’s hand so we all could walk over to his class. he started talking about how much volleyball is.
sometimes it makes me want to have kids of my own.
the topic had changed from takeru learning volleyball to me not ever playing it.
“what do you mean you don’t know how to play?!” the small child shouted as i giggled hushing him down a bit.
“i don’t know, i’ve never given sports much thought.” i shrugged smiling down at the kid.
it was as if an idea had sparked in the child’s head.
“i could teach you! we’re almost there!” suddenly i was being dragged by a small child.
hearing toru’s voice shout out to us. “hey! takeru slow down!”
once he caught up he immediately pulled takaru’s hand from mine.
“uh huh, i see you buddy. (y/n) is mine.” He glared at his nephew.
i scoffed, “toru puh-lease, he’s a kid. a literal bean.” i scolded and grabbed T
takaru’s hand, heading into the gym.
it was slightly filled with kids all practicing volleyball.
“i need to go put my backpack up. then i’ll teach you.”
i gave a small but sweet ‘mhm’ and kept my eye on him as he walked to the cubby.
“why are you going to learn from that girlfriend stealer when you can learn from the captain of aoba johsai.” he smirked proudly, his hands on his hips.
he’s way too full of himself sometimes.
“no thank you, i’ll go with takaru.” i smiled kindly as i watched him come back to where we are.
i could basically feel the pressure of oikawa’s sulking eyes from behind me.
“alright small bean, what we gonna work on first?” i clasped my hands looking a bin full of balls.
“well i’m already on serving. maybe you should try receiving, it’s over there.” he pointed across the gym where i saw more kids.
“okay, that’ll do. do some good serves for me please.” i smiled and started my walk.
i was almost over there when a hand pulled my wrist.
“(y/n), are you really going to do some recieving?” i saw toru look at me with a skeptical look.
“well yeah? i told takaru i was.”
he looked over to the receiving corner and glared. i turned around so quick to see a male teacher helping the kids.
“no i’ll teach you.” he grumbled and look my hand, pulling me the opposite way.
“toru calm down, i’m pretty sure that man dude has a wife.” i rolled my eyes as he muttered something i couldn’t understand.
we walked over to an empty net and he said he’ll serve.
“wait a minute, aren’t your serves like really strong? are you trying to break my arm or something?” i asked concerned about my arms.
“i’ll go easy, but first you have to know how to recieve.” he said and placed me in front of the net.
“first you are going to throw the ball up and place your arms out. Then put them together and let it hit right here.” He motioned making sure i was following his every move.
i nodded as he placed his right hand over his left one, receiving the ball. he looked at me and threw the ball up. As i went to recieve it like he taught me, it hit my arms then my face.
my hands immediately went up to my face, mumbling a few ‘ow’s’ here and there.
“are you okay?” toru’s shaky voice spoke up, he was trying to not laugh.
that little bitch.
where’s iwaizumi when you need him to spike a damn ball on toru’s head.
i glared at him, “i’m fine.” i muttered picking up the ball.
“hey! i didn’t do anything wrong!” he defended himself, hands raised up.
“but you do want to make sure your hips move with your arms. like you’re returning the ball where it came from.” he noted and then set a couple of balls.
after many, many, tries i finally was able to recieve properly.
“great! i’ve been itching to see how you’ll handle my serve.” he smiled mischievously at me.
“toru, you know what the doctor said, okay? don’t do a harsh one and over work yourself.” i spoke with a serious tone, making my point know.
“i know, i know.” he muttered.
Glancing over to takaru, making sure no one stole toru’s nephew.
“are you ready?” he spoke from the other side of the net.
i nodded, bracing myself for this. i watched him throw the ball and get a run and jump start.
i saw the ball heading towards the left side of the court. as if i had gotten over there in two seconds flat, i immediately got into a recieving position.
however, when the ball hit my hands i flew back and the ball went out of bounds, hitting the wall.
stinging on my arms was noted as i picked myself up.
“ah! (y/n)! i’m sorry, did i kill you?!” i heard toru rushing over to me.
“damn toru! that was amazing!” i shouted, despite the painful thumping in my arms.
“language! kids are here!”
“right, sorry. but that was awesome.” i praised him, fully knowing that i was increasing his ego even more.
especially since he got praised from his loved one.
“i know, right? i’m so amazing.”
“but are your arms okay? we can stop?” he accessed my arms, seeing the red tint on them from how powerful the ball was.
“no, it’s okay, i like this.”
almost immediately, his eyebrows raised. as soon as he opened his mouth to say something dirty, i threatened him.
“if you say something dirty toru, i swear i’ll make iwaizumi shove volleyball’s up your ass tomorrow.” i whispered the last part since kids were here.
he instantly straightened up, “y-yes ma’am.” he saluted and dove under the net to the other side.
toru had sent seven of his monstrous serves to me before i finally decided i was done.
my arms were going to literally break off, if not, then they were most likely going to bruise.
i hadn’t even received any of them either.
“woah, your arms are so red!” takaru examined as he examined my arms.
“yeah, they still hurt too. i wonder why?” i looked at Oikawa with a ‘see what the fuck you did’ look.
“hey! you said you wanted to practice!”
“i wasn’t expecting to receive your serve. my arms could have broken off!”
“it’s not m-” i cut him off, turning my attention to Takaru.
“do you want to go get that icecream now?”
i held my hand out to takaru and he shook his head taking my hand.
“don’t ignore me!” oikawa whined from behind us.
i focused my attention on the small child as we entered the icecream parlor.
“what kind do you want?” i asked takaru, as i saw press his face against the glass. looking closely as the icecream flavors.
“this one please!” i laughed and motioned for him to get off the glass.
“two scoops of strawberry icecream on one cone please. and one scoop of rocky road and one scoop of caramel on one cone.” i pulled out a few bucks from my pocket.
looking behind me i saw toru still sulking far behind.
i gave the strawberry cone to takaru who graciously gave me a tight side hug.
“toru? i got rocky road for you.” i handed him the cone and smiled.
“hmph, thank you.” he muttered his eyes shining in delight.
“the second scoop is for you right?” he mumbled examining the flavor.
u nodded at him, “i’ll leave the cone to you, it has chocolate at the bottom of it.” i smiled, just how he likes it.
“thank you, (y/n).” he started licking the icecream.
“can (y/n) come again next week?” i heard takaru yell beside us.
toru’s eyes followed me, as if he was mentally asking me too.
“sure! i don’t think i’ll have any plans next monday.”
“well i don’t want to let it be a hassle to you.” toru said almost done with his icecream.
“no it’s alright.” i snatched the cone out of his hands before he could eat mine.
my phone buzzed in my pocket and my mom said i had to get home asap.
“aw, i have to go now. see you next monday takaru, see you tomorrow toru.” i gave Toru a small kiss on his cheek and Takaru one on his forehead.
when i was a couple feet away i heard Toru complain about me taking his cone.
“uncle Toru, am i allowed to marry (Y/n)?”
i almost laughed out loud as i slowed my steps.
“of course not! she’s my girlfriend so i’m gonna make her my wife!” he argued with the child.
i rolled my eyes and flushed, walking faster.