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OiHina | Rio-niun
Oikawa Tooru is a ladies man. Handsome, suave, eloquent; he can steal your girl’s heart with a glance and a smile. He oozes confidence, delights in charming them, and they revel in his attentions.
Oikawa Tooru is a ladies man. Handsome, suave, eloquent; he can steal your girl’s heart with a glance and a smile. He oozes confidence, delights in charming them, and they revel in his attentions.
Catching a beautiful woman is as effortless as breathing.
He /wishes/ he had the same luck with men.
Unfortunately, Oikawa Tooru is a disaster bi.
He /wishes/ he had the same luck with men.
Unfortunately, Oikawa Tooru is a disaster bi.
It shouldn’t be so difficult, he thinks. He knows the effect he has, has caught plenty of men staring at him alongside their girlfriends, wanting, not just envious.
But for whatever reason, he freezes every time he catches the eye of a gorgeous man.
But for whatever reason, he freezes every time he catches the eye of a gorgeous man.
Well, it’s not like he has the time for relationships anyway. Volleyball is and has always been his first mistress and he will always devote himself wholly to her. Who has time to fall in love when there are matches to be won and titles to be claimed?
Really, he hasn’t even had time to be lonely in South America. He’s been so focused on continuously improving his skills and connecting with his newest teammates.
The trip to Rio is supposed to be routine.
The trip to Rio is supposed to be routine.
After flying in and getting settled in his hotel, he decides to join Martin and Sebastian in looking for a restaurant for dinner. Their path takes them along the beach where under the bright lights, he hears a cheer both familiar and foreign.
“Nice kill!”
“Nice kill!”
It freezes him to the spot. Seb and Martin exchange a curious glance. They know this phrase, too, if they haven’t heard it lately. <<No fucking way,>> Oikawa mutters to himself.
There, on the sand, thousands of miles away from the last place he’d seen him, stood that painfully vibrant tiny monster.
And holy shit, it’s only been 3 years but he looks /good/. And he’s /here/, in the flesh, /ten feet/ away.
And holy shit, it’s only been 3 years but he looks /good/. And he’s /here/, in the flesh, /ten feet/ away.
“Is this real life?” Oikawa can’t stop himself from asking in Japanese.
Hinata Shouyo turns around and their eyes meet. And Oikawa’s heart clenches involuntarily as the younger man’s amber eyes widen at the sight of him. “The Grand King?!”
Oh no.
Hinata Shouyo turns around and their eyes meet. And Oikawa’s heart clenches involuntarily as the younger man’s amber eyes widen at the sight of him. “The Grand King?!”
Oh no.
No no no.
He is NOT going to be enchanted by the shrimp today. Not here. Not now. Not even if his skin tingles at the nostalgia that title brings. Even if he remembers a small boy flying through the air, slamming a beautiful spike through the best blockers Seijoh had to offer.
He is NOT going to be enchanted by the shrimp today. Not here. Not now. Not even if his skin tingles at the nostalgia that title brings. Even if he remembers a small boy flying through the air, slamming a beautiful spike through the best blockers Seijoh had to offer.
Slamming it past /him/.
Before that bitter memory can take hold, he realizes Hinata is still staring at him. And he’s not that scrawny kid he was when Karasuno earned their shot at Nationals. Oikawa still towers over him, but he’s grown since the last time they met.
Before that bitter memory can take hold, he realizes Hinata is still staring at him. And he’s not that scrawny kid he was when Karasuno earned their shot at Nationals. Oikawa still towers over him, but he’s grown since the last time they met.
His traitor tongue speaks before he can process the words. “You’ve sure gotten big…” It takes every ounce of control not to slam it between his teeth.
But Hinata doesn’t react. He’s still too stunned to see him. “What are you doing here Gra- Oikawa?!” At least that feeling was mutual.
“That’s my line,” he replies, as coolly as he can in this surreal situation.
Hinata’s reply only adds to the strangeness. “I’m here training using beach volleyball!” he exclaims with a blinding smile.
Hinata’s reply only adds to the strangeness. “I’m here training using beach volleyball!” he exclaims with a blinding smile.
Oikawa freezes for a second time. Training? On the beach? Halfway around the world from home?
Well then, he wasn’t the only crazy one from Miyagi prefecture to go outside the borders for the love of the sport. He laughs. “Man, you’re a scary kid sometimes Chibi-chan.”
Well then, he wasn’t the only crazy one from Miyagi prefecture to go outside the borders for the love of the sport. He laughs. “Man, you’re a scary kid sometimes Chibi-chan.”
<<Hey, Tooru, you know this kid?>>
Oh, right. He’d completely forgotten about Seb and Martin. <<Uh, yeah, middle schooler from my neighborhood.>> Something in their expressions said they didn’t buy it.
Oh, right. He’d completely forgotten about Seb and Martin. <<Uh, yeah, middle schooler from my neighborhood.>> Something in their expressions said they didn’t buy it.
“Oikawa, even I can understand some English,” Hinata pouts behind him.
Whoops.
<<Well, we’re gonna go ahead.>>
Whoops.
<<Well, we’re gonna go ahead.>>
That was fine. He didn’t want to be a third wheel anyway. And he wasn’t so rude as to run off without taking a moment to catch up with a fresh, friendly, familiar face from home. They even take a ridiculous selfie to commemorate the occasion, sending it to friends back home.
Hinata is impressed with everything he has to say. It’s simultaneously endearing and unnerving. If Hinata keeps looking at him like that, Oikawa would certainly not get his treacherous heart under control. Honestly. He’s probably just homesick.
Suddenly Hinata’s face takes on a determinedly excited look. There is mischief in those honey eyes and Oikawa braces himself. “Oikawa! Let’s play volleyball together! I-…” His stomach protests noisily and it’s all Oikawa can do not to burst into laughter.
He’d almost forgotten how hungry Hinata could be when it came to volleyball. It reminds Oikawa a bit of himself in his younger days. And the growling organ in Hinata’s belly reminds him why he was out so late in the first place.
“I was actually on my way to get something to eat,” he says, putting on his most charming smile. “Why don’t you take me some place good?” It’d be a shame to end their reunion so soon, he thinks. That’s all. He has no other reason to want to dine with the shrimp.
“There’s this delicious, healthy place that’s really cheap!” Hinata exclaims.
Oikawa refrains from biting his cheek. His honor would not allow him to let a kouhai pay for dinner.
Oikawa refrains from biting his cheek. His honor would not allow him to let a kouhai pay for dinner.
That’s what he tells himself anyway, as he replies, “Don’t worry about that part, it’s my treat! I can do that much for ya.”
Of the two of them, he /is/ part of a professional club.
Of the two of them, he /is/ part of a professional club.
Maybe he shouldn’t have implied so much. Hinata’s eyes darken for a moment and Oikawa fears he accidentally crossed a line.
Before he can apologize, Hinata buries his hands in his face to hide his tears. “I lost my wallet during my part-time job today,” he sighs in explanation.
Before he can apologize, Hinata buries his hands in his face to hide his tears. “I lost my wallet during my part-time job today,” he sighs in explanation.
Oikawa almost makes a joke about how fortuitous it was that he should come swooping in like a knight in shining armor, a line he had used on plenty of damsels to high rates of success.
Of course, in those cases, they had yet to agree to go out with him.
Of course, in those cases, they had yet to agree to go out with him.
Oikawa can’t hold it in. He laughs, as much at himself as at Hinata’s dreadful luck. Well, he /is/ the senpai in this and every situation involving Hinata, and he /had/ already agreed to a meal with the kid, Lady Luck be damned.
Twenty minutes later they are seated at a table for two with a healthy spread between them. With his first bite, Oikawa has to admit the shrimp was right.
It /is/ delicious.
It /is/ delicious.
They chat as they eat, sharing stories about their travels, reminiscing about high school, and laughing at the absurdity of it all. For two people who have never shared a friendly conversation off the court, they fall into it with ease.
It’s pleasant.
Oikawa feels great. It’s the best date he’s been on with a guy since he and Iwa-chan parted ways when he left Japan.
Oikawa feels great. It’s the best date he’s been on with a guy since he and Iwa-chan parted ways when he left Japan.
Wait, what?
No, this isn’t a date.
Hinata is looking at him expectantly and he realizes he missed the question the younger man asked. “Sorry, what?”
Hinata is looking at him expectantly and he realizes he missed the question the younger man asked. “Sorry, what?”
He doesn’t like the amused glint in Hinata’s eyes as he repeats his question. “Have you seen any of Kageyama’s matches lately?”
Oikawa stiffens involuntarily. Of course this isn’t a date. Not while his dinner companion still pines for their mutual rival.
“Nope.”
That’s a lie; he keeps tabs on the power players back home for his eventual return to the top, but he doesn’t want to talk about Kageyama.
“Nope.”
That’s a lie; he keeps tabs on the power players back home for his eventual return to the top, but he doesn’t want to talk about Kageyama.
Ugh.
Was there nothing sacred from Tobio-chan’s clutches? Even though thousands of miles separate them, the young Adler’s setter still has a hold on his old partner.
Oikawa feels a perverse desire to break that spell.
Was there nothing sacred from Tobio-chan’s clutches? Even though thousands of miles separate them, the young Adler’s setter still has a hold on his old partner.
Oikawa feels a perverse desire to break that spell.
He thinks Hinata is about to call him on his bluff, but the ginger smiles softly and deftly changes the subject to something far more interesting than Kageyama Tobio’s stupid matches.
“So why did you go to Argentina?”
“So why did you go to Argentina?”
Oikawa grins, resting his chin in his hand as he recounts the tale of his "Setter Soul Awakening" (not that he would ever call it that /out loud/), that amazing match between Argentina and Japan he went to with Iwa-chan when they were kids.
Hinata hangs on his every word and Oikawa feels himself wanting to boast about meeting Jose Blanco and his talks with the veteran coach during high school and following him back to South America.
As he finishes his tale, Hinata has that determined look in his eyes again.
As he finishes his tale, Hinata has that determined look in his eyes again.
That hunger to play volleyball, to learn as much as he can, that pulled him to Brazil… Oikawa fixes him with a bemused grin.
“I thought I was doing something wild, but beach volleyball on the other side of the globe is-“
“I thought I was doing something wild, but beach volleyball on the other side of the globe is-“
Hinata leaps to his feet, amber eyes sparkling. Oikawa swallows hard as that gaze pins him to his seat.
“Come on! Let’s go play! Around here, everyone plays until pretty late!”
“Come on! Let’s go play! Around here, everyone plays until pretty late!”
Terrifying runt.
Oikawa feels a smirk pulling at his lips. He chuckles. “You’ve gotten pretty high and mighty to want to fight with me.”
He’s proud of himself for sounding so cool. He’s still got it.
Oikawa feels a smirk pulling at his lips. He chuckles. “You’ve gotten pretty high and mighty to want to fight with me.”
He’s proud of himself for sounding so cool. He’s still got it.
That feeling lasts all of about ten minutes before he’s splayed out face-first in the sand after missing a pass.
How is this the same sport? He feels ridiculous, but Hinata is still praising him. He can’t look so uncool while being praised like this.
How is this the same sport? He feels ridiculous, but Hinata is still praising him. He can’t look so uncool while being praised like this.
He gets back to his feet, ready to try again. Hinata kneels over the ball.
“You know,” he says, slowly raising his eyes to Oikawa as he picks the ball up. There’s a softness there that sends Oikawa’s pulse racing.
“You know,” he says, slowly raising his eyes to Oikawa as he picks the ball up. There’s a softness there that sends Oikawa’s pulse racing.
“Today, for a second, just a second, I was really depressed. But,” and he smiles, wide and radiant and warm and Oikawa knows he’s done for, “after meeting you, I’m feeling way, way, way better!”
...
Shit.
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
Relax Tooru, it’s just gratitude from your kouhai. He’s always been exuberant and kind. There’re no hidden meanings in it. Keep cool. Just smile back. Don’t say anything weird.
Relax Tooru, it’s just gratitude from your kouhai. He’s always been exuberant and kind. There’re no hidden meanings in it. Keep cool. Just smile back. Don’t say anything weird.
He pulls off what he feels is probably his kindest smile. “Then treat me to dinner next time.”
What.
No!
What.
No!
Hinata’s grin doesn’t waver, but before either of them can say anything more, a pair of locals call in their direction. <<Jackie Chan! Wanna play?>>
Oikawa turns toward them. Did these idiots think he was Chinese? He exchanges a look with Hinata. He sees that hunger again and he feels it bubbling up inside him too.
They face the challengers together. “Not Jackie Chan. Watanabe Ken!”
They face the challengers together. “Not Jackie Chan. Watanabe Ken!”
They agree to a single set match, losers owe the winners a drink. These locals are pretty confident. Oikawa can’t wait to show them how a pro does it.
“Alright, it’s kinda late.” He grins at his partner. “We’ll win this quick.”
“Alright, it’s kinda late.” He grins at his partner. “We’ll win this quick.”
The ball feels good in his hands. He goes for the usual, tossing high and leaping for the jump serve. His opponents’ jaws go slack when they see it coming. He smirks. As they should.
He winds up for the spike, but the ball is not there.
He winds up for the spike, but the ball is not there.
...what?
He lands back in the sand, the light breeze rustling his shirt mocking him as it brings the ball back to the ground just out of his reach. There’s an explosion of laughter from the other side of the net and Oikawa snaps.
He lands back in the sand, the light breeze rustling his shirt mocking him as it brings the ball back to the ground just out of his reach. There’s an explosion of laughter from the other side of the net and Oikawa snaps.
“Hey wind! Read the atmosphere! You are atmosphere, aren’t you?!”
He sighs, trying to compose himself as their opponents set up for their first serve. He catches Hinata’s eyes and flinches at the bemused expression on the younger man’s face.
He sighs, trying to compose himself as their opponents set up for their first serve. He catches Hinata’s eyes and flinches at the bemused expression on the younger man’s face.
Oh god.
He’d said all that /out loud/ and in front of the shrimp and now he wishes the wind would sweep him up and carry him out to sea.
How uncool.
He’d said all that /out loud/ and in front of the shrimp and now he wishes the wind would sweep him up and carry him out to sea.
How uncool.
