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Needy (Part 1)

Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.

"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.

"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.

" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.

The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.

The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"

This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?

The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.

Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.

Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-

"Explain what that means Villain."

The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.

The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.

"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."

Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.

Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.

The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.

this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!

I was searching for angst and you just fed me with this T-T

Villain coughed, red spilling over their lips in thin rivulets. They forced their hazy vision to focus on Hero, who was kneeling at their side, desperately trying to staunch the bleeding of the gaping wound in their stomach.

They lifted a hand to brush over Hero’s tense fingers. “We....we made a good team, didn’t we?” they whispered hoarsely.

Hero pressed harder on the injury, hands stained with crimson. “No—no don’t talk like that. You’re going to make it.”

Villain managed a weak smile, knowing that they had only a few more minutes. “You need to keep going, Hero. You have to make it home. For me. For all of us.”

Hero tore off a piece of their shirt and tried to use the fabric instead of their palms, but it was drenched in a matter of seconds. “I can’t, Villain.” Their voice cracked. “Not without you. Just...just hold on for a little longer.” They threw the useless cloth off to the side in frustration and looked up at the expanse of empty terrain. “Help!! Please!! Somebody!! Anybody!”

Their cries disappeared into nothingness.

“Please...” They slumped down, a broken sob tearing out of their throat, helpless to do anything as the life slowly seeped out of their lover.

Villain reached up and brushed away one of their tears with a thumb. “It’s okay, Hero. It’s going to be okay,” they rasped. “You’re going to be okay.”

Hero swallowed thickly, grabbing Villain’s hand and holding on tight with their own blood-crusted one. “N-no I’m not,” they choked out. “You...you were everything to me, Villain.”

Villain coughed violently and shuddered, black edging the corners of their eyes. The world seemed to spin and dip and blur together—or maybe it was just their tears.

It was all happening too fast.

“Make it home,” they murmured, barely audible. A heaviness settled deeply on their chest, pulling them into the ground.

They smiled one last time.

“I love you, Hero.”

They didn’t get to hear Hero’s response before they were swiftly bundled away into the blanket of darkness around them.

Soft soft soft-

hi! I love your work! I'm not sure if this is where I can request stuff, but would you be willing to write a scene of a teen villain (who had always thought the hero was well cared for and worshipped at home) finding out the teen hero is being abused? and something inside them just snaps and they confront hero about it, wanting to help them? if not that's okay haha. hope you're having a good day!

The fight between Hero and Villain started off just as any old fight.

Villain smiled triumphantly as their fist connected with Hero’s jaw, sending them sprawling into the brick wall behind them. 

“C’mon now,” Villain said, thrusting a hand out and catching Hero’s throat, pinning them down as they squeezed. “Surely the wonderfully cared for and worshipped Hero can’t be losing to me after a ten minute battle. Are mommy and daddy spoiling you with luxurious food and making you sluggish?”

Hero glared at them, clawing weakly at their hold. “Shut up,” they choked out.

Villain snorted, dangling them for a moment more before dropping them and kicking them hard in the stomach. “Are you getting all the love you ever wanted? Is everyone in the household happy that you’re saving the world over and over and over again?” They slammed their boot into their side. “You’ve gotten cocky, Hero.”

They waited for Hero to get up, to spit nasty retorts in their face, to pounce on them and prove them wrong.

But Hero didn’t even look up.

“What, feeling a little blue?” Villain sneered. “You—,”

“Stop.” Hero’s voice was quiet, low.

Villain barked a laugh. “Stop? If you want me to stop, you have to actually beat me, Hero.”

Hero winced. Actually winced. “Please,” they rasped. “Please stop. Please.”

Villain blinked, reached down to grab the back of Hero’s shirt and yank them up, noticed how when their fingers brushed their skin they flinched back with a sharp inhale.

“What happened to you?” Villain snarked, pulling their hand back. “This better not be a fucking trap or something.”

Hero shifted uncomfortably, and Villain saw the tips of thick, red lines poking out from the top of their shirt.

What the hell?

“Take off your shirt.”

“W-what?”

“Take it off.”

Hero hesitated, then pulled the tattered fabric over their head to reveal angry whip marks etched across their back, some of them reopened no doubt from their fight. Their ribs were clearly visible through their skin, and Villain now noticed just how pale they were.

“Who did it?”

“Like you care.”

When Villain didn’t say anything, Hero sighed, clenching their fists. “...My dad. But I’m fine,” they added.

Villain couldn’t hide their surprise. “No, no you’re not. You look like shit.” Hero opened their mouth to retort, but Villain cut them off. “You’re coming with me.”

“Hell no. You don’t give a fuck about me,” Hero spat harshly. “All you ever talk about is the fact that I have the most perfect life ever and—,”

Villain grabbed their arm and yanked them up with a little too much force, eliciting a yelp of pain.

“I don’t know what you want to hear from me, but I’m still taking you with me, whether you like it or not. I’m not letting you go back to your house.”

“Y-you can’t just do that!” Hero struggled, but eventually tapered off as the injuries on their back got the best of them.

“I can. And I will.” Villain hoisted them into a bridal carry, careful not the rouse their whip wounds. “Just rest. You can be all angry and shit later.”

Hero glowered at them for as long as they were awake, which wasn’t more than five minutes, but Villain still found it amusing.

“I’m sorry,” Villain whispered in Hero’s ear before they finally drifted off.

Prompt #1

It was the Hero's day off in since forever and he planned to enjoy it in peace- just him and music within the safety of his cozy apartment.

Soon enough, the Hero began humming and dancing, trying out a few shy steps to the song that was blasting through his speaker- Perfect by One D.

With occasional sips from the wine glass he held in his hand, he was twirling around in peace-

"Ooh, those are some nice moves you've got there Hero."

The Hero made an unmanly squeak, his reflexes working faster than his brain could. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Villain standing on his balcony, clothes drenched with his red wine. He didn't look pissed though, an amused smile dancing on his lips.

So much for peace.

The Hero let out an exasperating sigh, "Can't you enter through the front door, like a normal person?"

The Villain quirked his head sideways, as if thinking, "But I'm not a normal person."

The Hero pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling himself becoming sober, " Come on in, I need to drink more."

"Is that your way of asking me to drink with you? Your social skills suck-

The Villain dodged a poorly aimed pillow thrown at him, stepping into the Hero's apartment, smirk never leaving his features.

Tonight was going to be fun.

I really need to learn to write shorter pieces/ been addicted to this trope recently so I may make more of these/ feel free to use them but please tag me so that I can read your wonderful writings!

This is just <3 <3 <3

Panic (pt. 5)

tw: mentions of self harm, implied torture

(not a prompt but feel free to reblog and continue it, just don’t repost it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 

synopsis: i seriously feel like this gets more trash and cheesy with every new addition but i haven’t felt this excited about writing in… years? so yeah, if you find what’s wrong with this let me know so i can fix it. i think it’s because im super bad at interrupting dialogue with narration without making it look forced. does anyone have any suggestions for that? is anyone even reading the pink part?

“What did they…” the hero whispered, extending an arm to brush their fingers against Villain’s shoulder, “what did they do to you?”

Villain winced at their touch, then seemed to remember where they were and let their muscles relax.

Hero gave them an encouraging look, not entirely sure they were ready to hear whatever had happened that had turned the villain from the fearless, merciless enemy they’d known into… whatever this broken, scared shadow of them was.

“I was supposed to be working with…” they corrected themselves, “for them. For Supervillain. They had a plan, this whole plan to take control of the city, then the entire region, and God know what else.”

“They forced me to join them. You know I’m not interested in that… world-control stuff, you know that.”

“I do know,” they scooted a bit closer to them, careful not to startle them, hoping it would be enough support to continue, “what happened next?”

They finally looked Hero in the eyes, a raw honesty in their expression that the hero would have never dreamed of seeing. “They’d threatened to kill my family if I didn’t help them, I couldn’t just let them do that, right? You would have done the same, right?” They sounded a bit too much like they were begging.

Hero wasn’t so sure of their answer. Were they selfish enough to put the safety of their team before that of thousands of innocents? They decided to lie instead. For the sake of politeness. “Yes, totally.”

Villain seemed reassured. “However, when I got to know more of the plan… it was horrifying, Hero. They’re truly a monster. More than I could ever be. I couldn’t stomach spending another second working on that. So I told them I was going to leave.”

“And that’s when they kidnapped you,” Hero guessed.

Villain nodded, silent.

They scratched lightly at their arm, staring into the distance, as if trying to remember what had happened next.

“They kept me there. There was no reason to, really, it’s not like they were forcing me to cooperate with them. It was just revenge. Plain cruelty fueling them. God, I don’t think I’d ever been that… scared before in my whole life.” Their breath become more irregular, quicker, as their nails left red marks on their skin. “They did hold their promise, they did kill my family. Not just them, some friends too. They burned my house to ashes,” a light sob escaped their lips. “I didn’t even know about that. I only found out all about it after I managed to escape. That sick bastard wanted to make sure they left me with nothing. They did. They won.” Their voice wavered, in a mix of pain and anger. “And then there was that damn cell, where they’d take me, and… it was full of-”

“That’s enough.” Hero interrupted. They grabbed their hand, “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

The villain glanced down at their arm, only now noticing the scratches left on their skin. They gagged and shot to their feet, running to the bathroom.

The hero quickly debated whether they should follow them or not, then made their way to the bathroom, finding the villain kneeling in front of the toilet, coughing and spitting into the bowl.

Hero crouched and held their hair away from their face until they stopped vomiting their dinner.

Villain sat on their heels and closed their eyes. “I can’t believe this is the second time you’ve seen me like this today. If this becomes a habit, I’m getting out of here,” they said in fake annoyance. They didn’t look like they had enough energy to actually be annoyed, at the moment.

“I’m sorry, Villain. I shouldn’t have asked.” They truly were sorry. They wished they weren’t, reminding themselves that it was Villain they were talking to, but they couldn’t help it. Them and their damned morals.

The silence stretched as neither of them dared to make a move.

“I have nothing left,” Villain confessed in a whisper, eyes watering, “no one left.”

“Shh,” the hero reached out a hand and cupped the villain’s cheek, surprised at their own actions, “you’re safe, now.”

Villain leaned into their touch instead of flinching, this time. “When you arrested me… there was no point in fighting. Fighting… for what? I have no house, no family to return to.”

“It’s okay, don’t think about that. Everything’s alright,” they stroked their cheek, catching a couple tears with their thumb, “let’s go to bed now, okay? I’ll call you for breakfast tomorrow.”

In the morning, they were both too embarrassed to look each other in the eye.

“What happened last night…” Villain finally spoke, “never ever mention it.”

part 6 here

@professional-idiocy

@daydreamed-snippets

@asrasmysoulmate

This series is just adorable!

The Gift of Panic Pt 5

A part 5 for @literally-just-kirby and everyone else who requested more of this snippet! Let me know if you want another continuation! ***Please note, writing will slow down for me now sense school has started! Thank you for understanding!*** First part Second part Third part Fourth part

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As the hero made their way into the jail, they could immediately tell all the guards were tense and on edge. They, however, were excited, because today was the day the villain was getting released! 

They scanned their pass and made their way in, nodding to the different guards. Soon enough, they opened the door into the villain’s special cell area. 

“Good morning!” The hero called happily as they entered, seeing the villain packing their things into a cardboard box. 

“Morning,” The villain replied, not glancing up as they put the final item in and closed the box.

“Are you ready to go? The guards said they had been waiting on me,” The hero said, failing to hide the excitement in their voice. 

The villain looked up at them, a small smirk creeping on their face as their eyes gleamed for a second, “Someones, excited…” They mused as they stood up. 

“Well, obviously! You get out today! Aren’t you excited?!" 

The villain gave them a lopsided look, tilting their head, "I’m not sure excited is the correct word, but sure. I’ve a sneaking suspicion you’re more excited to see me get out of here, though, considering you’re standing next to the forcefield switch, yet haven’t touched it,”

The hero sputtered, blushing. “No! That’s not-, well," 

The villain just raised an eyebrow, the corner of their lips curling in cool amusement.

"I’m… interested,” the hero defended, crossing their arms with a huff. 

The villain snorted a laugh at that, rolling their eyes fondly, “Very well, stand back," 

The hero did as they were told, taking a step back. They watched the villain intently as the other simply looked around at the bars in front of them. 

"S'almost a pitty to destroy a place a called home for so long, but alas,” suddenly the villains lit up, shining and almost glowing un-naturally brightly, “All good things must come to an end," 

With that, they gave one quick, small, swift flick of their wrist, and the ear-piercing sound of metal bending, snapping and breaking echoed off the walls. The hero’s hands flew up to cover their ears as the metallic explosion sound erupted forth. The hero saw the bars of the jail twisting and cracking angrily as the villain watched, completely relaxed, an almost smile ghosting their lips. 

They seemed to get bored of torturing the bars quickly, though, and snapped their fingers. 

At least, that’s what the hero assumed they did, based on what they saw, but the sound of the snap was drowned out, quickly followed by the visual as the bars exploded. Chunks and shards of metal were thrown everywhere, being thrown back by the forcefield. 

The hero yelped, unsure how the villain could be anything but ribbons inside the tornado of metal shrapnel. But soon, the dust faded, and the villain remained, standing in the same spot, completely unaffected or even phased. 

The only thing that remained of the metal bars were the occasional jagged spike where they had connected to the roof or ceiling. 

"Holy crap,” the hero muttered.

“Now,” the villain continued conversationally as the stepped over what was left of the bars and up the green forcefield, “the easiest way to deal with this, would be to do this," 

They extended their hand toward the switch on the wall, and made an upwards flicking motion. The hero watched as the switch flicked, and the forcefield shut off.

"However, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as doing this," 

They turned it back on and stepped forward, hovering their flat palm millimetres away from the forcefield, closing their eyes. For a second, nothing happened, until suddenly, the forcefield began shaking. Then, like a bomb going off, a surge of electricity erupted from the villain’s hand and collided with the forcefield, and an explosion went off in the other room. They had blown the generator. 

"What… the…” the hero muttered, completely stunned as they looked around the room. 

The villain turned around and went to pick up their box, before making their way over to the hero, holding it in their arms. Their face wore a very self-satisfied smirk, assumedly from the look on the hero’s face as they approached. 

“It was also very stupid to put me on the ground floor,” the villain mused as they stood next to the hero, turning towards the outer wall. 

“Why?" 

"Considering this," 

They gestured at the wall, and just like that, a huge circle of concrete and steel wall tore out, getting thrown forward until it crashed down, skidding across the grass in front of the prison and nearly taking a guard out in the process. 

"Are you coming?” The villain teased. The hero shook their head, realizing they had been frozen, just staring while the villain had walked all the way out onto the grass. They ran to catch up to them. 

“What- I- HOLY CRAP!” they yelped, throwing their hands into the air, “What the hell was all that!? How did nobody know!?! What-” they shook their head, trying to clear their thoughts, “I still don’t understand, what is your power? There’s no way that’s just plain telekinesis!" 

The villain chuckled, "Not quite, but, what fun would it be if I just tell you?” they asked as they came to a stop next to the road, turning to face the hero, “Wouldn’t it be much more fun for you to try and figure it out?" 

"What!?” The hero erupted, “You’re not gunna tell me!?" 

The villain let out a startled, amused and almost happy laugh. The hero looked so disappointed and almost betrayed. 

"I’ll give you a hint,” the villain said, a sly, amused smirk on their face, “I don’t just have one power; I have two. And they are a very deadly combination," 

Just then, a black limo pulled up beside them, and the trunk popped open. The villain made their way around, putting the box into the trunk as the hero stood frozen, brain struggling to catch up. 

"Here,” the villain said as they walked back over to the hero, handing them a folded up page from their sketchbook.

“What’s this?" 

"My number doofus,” the villain replied in a joking, yet fond tone, “I did promise we could stay in contact. 

"Oh, right, of course!” the hero replied, taking the paper in their hand as the villain opened the limo door. 

“See you later,” the villain said before slipping into the vehicle. The hero could only wave as the limo drove off, still processing everything that just happened. 

They opened the paper in their hand, and nearly dropped it in surprise. There, on the page, was a phone number, just like the villain had said. They never mentioned the perfect drawing of the hero when they were playing battleship right above it!

The hero felt themselves blush as they pulled out their phone, adding the contact ‘Villain <3’ to it. When they got home, they put the drawing up on their fridge.

Haikyuu characters singing summertime - scenarios

(Inspired by this video-)

• Sugawara Koushi:

Sugawara often finds himself humming summertime after intense matches, mainly to calm himself down. He'd just be casually vibing to the song in the lockeroom while changing, not bothering about his surroundings for a while. So when he turns back around, he's surprised everytime as he finds his teammates passed out in different places around the cramped room, sleeping peacefully. Suga finishes changing and sits in a free spot, waiting for Daichi to arrive and once Daichi does arrive, the man sits next to Suga, attempts to talk for a few minutes before dozing off on his shoulder, listening to Suga's soft voice. (Suga's voice is the unofficial lullaby for our Karasuno boys I swear-)

• Hinata Shouyou:

Hinata is the literal sunshine of the group, and so is his voice. One day Kageyama catches Hinata singing summertime (though Kags didn't have the slightest clue about what song it was) during a practice break and he scoots over closer to Hinata as inconspicuously as he could so that he was within hearing range. By the end of those four minutes, Kageyama couldn't care less about the identity of the song, he just wanted to keep listening to that annoyingly cheerful voice- something about it calmed him down.

The next time a practice break rolled around, Kageyama was well prepared with his phone clutched in his hand, ready to record the song the moment Hinata had started singing it (he didn't know if he would sing again, he could only hope that he did). Thank Kageyama's luck, Hinata sang summertime again and Kageyama pressed the fat looking red button on his phone, a smile on his face. Kageyama was enjoying the song secretly until Hinata turned around and screamed bloody murder looking at Kageyama's smile, calling it a "murderous look" with a "please don't hurt me Kageyama!". Kageyama huffed in annoyance, ending his recording session, happy for whatever part of the song that was now saved in his phone. He didn't stop glaring at Hinata though, his mind screaming "rude" at the human tangerine. (Kageyama was genuinely trying to smile though, poor boi)

While staring at his phone after practice, Kageyama remembers something that Atsumu said about having trouble sleeping. So he opens his chat, attaches Hinata’s recording and presses the send button. He has heard from Suga that people generally send songs to each other whenever they find it hard to sleep and since Kageyama didn't really listen to songs much, he sent Atsumu the only thing he had. His parents had taught him that caring is sharing , and he did care about him as a worthy rival.

Bonus : Atsumu looks at his phone after an intense practice regimen to find a message from Kageyama (Kags name is saved as 'goody two shoes' in his phone). He opens it excitedly to know what the younger setter had sent him and finds a recording with a single message attached to it - since you said you had trouble sleeping. He clicks the play button and is immediately bombarded by Hinata's cute voice. I'm definitely listening to this every night, Atsumu thinks, aggressively thanking Tobio back. (Hinata has no clue that he's become pretty famous with the Inarizaki high school volleyball team after that because Atsumu sets it as his ringtone and everyone wanted to know who sang it).

•Tsukishima and Yamaguchi :

Yamaguchi is over at Tsukishima’s house for a sleepover and finds summertime on YouTube. He's immediately addicted to the song, memorizing the lyrics in a matter of minutes and wants to sing it. But he wants to sing it with Tsukishima and spends about half an hour convincing him to do it.

Eventually Tsukishima gives in, according to him it's just "one stupid song" that he had to sing. Tsukishima goes first, and Yamaguchi could tell that he was making some effort, because he's awkwardly trying to touch the high notes while keeping in tune. The sight makes Yamaguchi feel all warm inside, as he stares at Tsukishima with starry eyes until he finishes the song.

Then it was Yamaguchi's turn and Tsukishima’s hooked onto his voice from the first syllable. He stares at him, eyes wide, heart thundering loudly in his chest as he wills it to slow down so that he can hear Yamaguchi above the ringing in his ears. Yamaguchi sounds angelic , Tsukishima thinks and instantly regrets that he's never heard the shorter boy singing much before now. Well now Tsukishima knows, and he was going to use this knowledge to the fullest. Yamaguchi finishes the song successfully, a wide, happy grin on his face. Tsukishima clears his throat,

"Yamaguchi?"

"Yes Tsukki?"

"From now on, everytime you come over, you're singing."

Yamaguchi stares at him baffled, feeling too many things at once because he doesn't know what to feel. After taking a few minutes to digest Tsukishima’s request, he replies with a meek "Okay Tsukki," chest clenching in utter joy.

• Kageyama and Oikawa:

Kageyama for the life of him couldn't understand Modern Japanese. Kanji was too hard and he would keep messing up the strokes, and by the time he ended up writing a character on the page, it would just look like a drawing made by a grade schooler- the subject was seriously driving him mad. The vending machine at school could vouch for that if it had a mouth, because it's exterior is covered with a few hand-shaped dents, all from Kageyama's enraged fist.

"Shit," he muttered, as he made his way towards the residence of the one person who he knew could help him, though the question of whether he would help him was still hanging in the air. Kageyama rang the bell to Oikawa's house and waited for someone to open the door. He waited and waited but nobody answered the door. Maybe he's not at home, Kageyama thinks dejectedly and turns around with a heavy sigh, ready to walk back to his own house, when the neighbor's door opens, revealing Iwaizumi- a surprised expression plastered on his face.

"Hey Kageyama, surprising to see you here." Iwaizumi greets his ex-junior, to which Kageyama bows in reply. "I came to meet Oikawa san, is he not at home?" Iwaizumi pauses, thinking about the current whereabouts of his childhood friend, " Oikawa said he's taking his nephew to the park in the neighborhood, so he should still be there." , he says. Kageyama thanks him and makes his way towards the park to meet his senior.

He was just a few feet away from the park and could already hear Oikawa's annoying voice, teasingly calling out to someone. Does this guy have to tease everyone? Kageyama thinks as he turns the corner, finally spotting that patch of hazelnut hair, perfectly styled even with the evening wind that was subtly blowing.

Kageyama cleared his throat before calling out, "Oikawa san." Oikawa turned, brown eyes widening in surprise, having not expected a sudden visit from Tobio. "Oya oya, look who we have here." , Oikawa stated, his signature smirk back on his face. His previous target was all forgotten about, as Oikawa focused on Tobio, who was his all time favorite person to tease.

Kageyama bowed respectfully, " I'm having some difficulty with Modern Japanese so I was hoping that you could help me..." , he paused, looking up for a brief second to meet with hazel/brown eyes, "please."

Oikawa observed his junior, hazel eyes trained on his bowing form. This boy's as awkward as usual, he should really learn to lighten up more, Oikawa thinks. Everytime Kageyama came to him for a favour, Oikawa was always secretly pleased. Even after going to a new school and meeting new seniors, when it came to something important, Tobio would always come to him and on days Oikawa felt particularly low, he would think back to his adorable but awkward junior and all of his unique behaviors. That always managed to cheer him up and make him feel giddy, and Oikawa would ride that high for hours. He smirked, looking forward to this encounter with Tobio already.

Oikawa knew that he would end up helping him in the end, it was always like that and he had a feeling that's how it would always be. I will help him, but not before I have my own fun, he thinks smugly- it's just ingrained as a part of his personality. "I will help you Tobio chan," Oikawa replies and he watches as Tobio's eyes light up for a brief moment, before continuing, " but not before you do something for me." Tobio's face had gone back to his usual poker face that he had these days, any semblance that Oikawa could see of the Tobio that he knew back in middle school completely gone now.

Kageyama had expected this, so he wasn't too surprised. With a sigh, he spoke up, " what do you want me to do Oikawa san?" Oikawa looked around, as if the answer to that question lay in the skies or the trees in the park. His eyes landed on his nephew who was happily jumping from one monkey bar to another. " If you can sing summertime better than me, then I'll help you with your work Tobio chan." Oikawa stated.

Kageyama stared at him, baffled. He had figured out the name of the song after hearing Hinata singing it on loop back in school. He just didn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with that song. "I know that you obviously don't know the song, so I'll let you look at the lyrics and sing." Oikawa added, clearly not expecting his junior to know the song, even if it was super popular.

Kageyama simply smirked, " I know the song Oikawa san, so I'll be fine." Oikawa stared at him, surprised once again. You never fail to surprise me Tobio chan, Oikawa thinks and chuckles. He had just listened to the song with his nephew while walking over to the park, so Oikawa remembered the lyrics too. "So, I'll go first," Oikawa says and begins to sing.

Kageyama's heart clenched, similar to how it did when he heard Hinata sing, but even more. He guesses it's because he has never heard Oikawa's voice like this- all soft, smooth, and silky, because whenever he was looking at him, he was always fooling around with people. I should've known that he was good at everything, shit, Kageyama cursed inside his head. How was he supposed to beat this? Oikawa finished, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "How was that Tobio chan? I could have a side profession as a singer right?" Oikawa playfully taunted Tobio like he always did, expecting to see Tobio's usual scowl, or the younger boy gritting his teeth in apparent frustration.

But what Oikawa was shown instead made him almost gasp out loud. Tobio was looking at him, all docile and shy, staring at him with starry eyes and it reminded Oikawa of how he would look at him back in middle school for a second. Oikawa's heart clenched but he didn't know why. He just balled his fists tight to hide his nervousness and wait for the younger boy to do anything, say anything.

Kageyama finally spoke up after what felt like eons, " Yes you can Oikawa san." , he said in a small whisper as a response to Oikawa's previous question and the sincere tone in which that was said made Oikawa's cheeks feel warm. He cleared his throat, desperate to change the topic, " Now it's your turn Tobio chan." , Oikawa said, genuinely interested in hearing Tobio sing. This would be the first time for Oikawa to hear him singing.

Little did he know that this was the first time that Tobio sang in front of anyone else either- he was strictly a bathroom singer, but now, desperate situations called for desperate measures. Tobio began singing, Oikawa staring at him intently, as if drinking every syllable that fell out of his lips. Oikawa thought it was very Tobio-like- a warm, sincere and honest voice- and he would never admit this out loud but Tobio sounded really good. Like really good. Oikawa lowkey wanted to record it but somehow managed to hold on to the last ember of pride in him. He would have to devise another plan for that someday.

Kageyama finished the song, sighing in relief that this torture was finally over. He then got up and turned around, putting one foot in front of the other- ready to go back home. He had lost in the sing-off battle that they had just had. Oikawa didn't say it, but he knew it himself, his voice was no good when compared to Oikawa's.

Oikawa stood up, slightly baffled but at the same time understanding why Kageyama did what he did. He's been watching him for years after all, and the boy has always been so foolishly stupid and straightforward- like an arrow that didn't know how to bend. Oikawa had come to understand that that was how Tobio showed his kindness, and it made him feel happy and irritated at the same time, that someone could be so painfully sincere in life. "Where do you think you're going Tobio chan?" Oikawa called out (even though he knew the answer) just as Kageyama was about to leave that park entrance. Kageyama simply looked back and replied, "home."

Oikawa sighed, calling out to his nephew, " Come on, let's go home! I have to help my junior with some of his work." Kageyama stood there with an expression that said "why?" Once his nephew came over, Oikawa walked over to Kageyama who was waiting for him at the gate. "Your summertime was pretty good Tobio chan, so I'll teach you as a reward for that." Tobio smiled at Oikawa's back as he walked behind him, Oikawa's nephew tagging by his side. "Oh, I didn't know that you helped people Tooru, that's news to me!" , the young boy chirped sarcastically and earned a karate chop to the back of his head from his uncle. He raced back home, leaving Oikawa and Kageyama walking side by side.

"That stupid brat!" Oikawa huffed out, slightly irritated, " I'll have to teach him proper manners sometime."

And just like that, Kageyama spent the evening in Oikawa's house mulling over his Kanji, while Oikawa tried to desperately the raven haired boy awake while learning the subject. (Oikawa is best tutor <3)

This is my first post here, I just felt like I had to write something after listening to all those versions of summertime. These were so fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed them! Please let me know if you want me to continue this.