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Pass Nanami but Getou has no daddy vibes
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All My Affection | one
working title: first love / late spring
chapter summary: oikawa tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the same way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky.
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oikawa tooru x fem reader, 6.7k
You fell in love in late spring.
There was a festival, you remember faintly, in Mikamine Park. You remember taking the train along the Namboku Line to see it. There was a skittish feeling in your bones you desperately tried to quell as you clutched the straps of your backpack with sweaty hands. You forget the details, but the hands you could remember. You remember because you couldn’t hold Tooru’s in fear he might notice.
You fell in love that day. You fell in love with petals that were soft to touch, fickle as they landed on your nose; you fell in love with the season, how it never lingered; and you fell in love with a boy who you wished would.
“I see something, dear. Tell me, is your heart open?”
Thirteen years later, you blink at her question. The uranaishi is a middle-aged woman who holds her hair back in a scarf. Her stall tucked in the heart of the business district is not spared from the chill.
You pout, “am I not supposed to be the one asking you that, obaa-san?”
“Insolent,” she takes the dice in her wrinkled hands. Another cold breeze passes by. The woman moves her maneki-neko with hostility, taping down cards that are threatening to fly away. She goes back to flipping the dice and lining them up in front of you like nothing happened. “Yes, it’s open.”
“For real?”
“If you want it to be.”
The trimmings rattle around her stall as the air whips relentlessly. You gather your hair in your hand to keep it from getting into your mouth. Your pout deepens.
“What else do you want to know?” she snips. The dice clicks on the wooden plank.
You lean closer. The lace of her tablecloth pinches the skin of your elbow. “Am I getting my paycheck this week?”
“I told you to stop working for that worthless company,” she mutters. It’s not a reading as it is a word of advice. She has been on your tail about this for months. “They can’t even pay their employees properly.”
“Don’t get cranky now,” you hum. “I’ll leave once I find an opening for another job.”
“Dear, listen, I’ll say this only once. Your soul yearns for something more, yes?” she puts a toothpick between her lips. “You feel trapped, wasting away in this — this trance. You’ll find yourself, I’m sure of it, but whether it’s sooner or later is up to you. Listen to me, listen,” she snaps her fingers. You nod raptly to tell her you are. “You’re not meant for whatever it is you’re doing now.”
A meter away, someone else is having their fortune read. The uranaishi on the other table is gentler, talking in soothing tones. Obaa-san does not talk in soothing tones. She talks like a lashing stick across open air, lips thin and words sharp edged. Yet beneath it all you see that she believes in people. It is evident in the way she never ceases to root for you. She overestimates your capacity sometimes. She makes you believe, in the faintest of instances, that you’re better than you actually are.
“…paycheck?”
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