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Is it possible to die from an exploding heart?

This was originally your idea. You wanted to have a small get together with your volley boys in celebration of their completion of their summer training camp. Being the manager for Seijoh’s volleyball team, you knew how hard they worked day in and day out – if any team deserved a little party, it would be them.

But of course, anything associated with the boys is everything but little or small.

Thanks to Oikawa, it seemed that nearly half the female population at Seijoh managed to squeeze themselves into your family’s home. It was a little much for you, but what could you do?

You knew that wherever Oikawa went, there would be a hoard of girls following. You weren’t necessarily okay with that, but you accepted it.

Even though it made your stomach ache and fall whenever you saw a girl getting close with the volleyball captain, to which he did little to reject. That was his personality, you’d tell yourself. You couldn’t really expect him to chance just because you were in love with him – especially because you could never work up the nerve to tell him that.

And yet here you were, stuffed in one of the hallway closets, your body almost crushing into the boy that stood in the closet with you.

You rolled your eyes before looking up at him, “Oikawa, move. I can barely breathe here.”

You tried your hardest to come off annoyed, knowing that you were battling a racing heart and a stomach doing ten thousand somersaults in silence. You only hoped that he wouldn’t be able to feel your heart racing through your chest – he was so incredibly close to you, that you were surprised that he didn’t mention it by now.

Why you would agree to a game of seven minutes in heaven is beyond you. And why the universe would find it funny to match you up with Oikawa was the joke of the century… just not to you.

“Why would I want to do that, [f/n]?” He cooed, “You’re pretty comfortable, so I think I’ll just stay here.”

You tried pushing against his toned chest but to no avail. 1. There wasn’t anywhere to push him to. And 2. He was as sturdy as a tree, there wasn’t any way he was moving if he didn’t want to.

“I am dead as soon as we get out this closet.”

“What makes you say that?”

He tilted his head as he looked down at you through his long eyelashes. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of his lips as you rolled your eyes once again.

“Didn’t you see their faces? Your girlfriends are not happy that I’m in here with you right now.”

You felt him shrug, his hands raising up to play with your hair. “I couldn’t care less y’know.”

You froze at the simple movement. It most likely meant nothing to him. But it caused your heart to nearly explode. You could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead from the adrenaline running through your body.

How many minutes has it been? You could have sworn that an eternity had already passed.

“Honestly, I only flirt with them for fun,” he paused, running his hand through his own hair before looking down at you again. “I’d stop if the person that I wanted would actually pay attention to me.”

He said with a soft laugh, but you could have sworn that there was a tinge of sadness that laced through it.

“Is it even possible for you to not gain the attention of someone you’re interested in?” You paused, “They must have nerves of steel, whoever they are.”

He took a minute before responding. His dark eyes flashed from yours to your lips then back, almost assessing them and the situation. He flashed you a genuine smile before finally replying.

“You ought to know. Do you have nerves of steel?”

You could’ve heard a pin drop in the moments that followed. If your mind wasn’t fooling you, could you consider that question as Oikawa’s confession? No, no way.

“Why does that matter, Oikawa? Just go after her- “ His movement interrupted you as he leaned forward, closing the little bit of space that barely remained between your two bodies. You could feel his breath fan over your face as he smiled lightly.

“I’m trying, but she’s really not throwing me a lead here.”

His voice was low, nothing like the childish or playful voice that he always spoke with when he talked to you. You waited a minute, giving your mind a minute to catch up with your heart. You could hear your blood rushing though your ears as Oikawa studied you again, his eyes flashing between your own to your lips and back.

“Could you pay attention to me, [f/n]?”

You began to shake your head in agreement as he finally closed the space between you, his lips finally connecting with yours.

It would have been literal heaven if you didn’t hear the timer ring off on the other side of the door just a few moments before light flooded into the closet.

“Times up, go make out somewhere else Kusokawa.”

At that moment, you wanted to die.

But if that meant that you could go back to the heaven you were just in, you honestly wouldn’t mind.

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Is it possible to die from an exploding heart?

This was originally your idea. You wanted to have a small get together with your volley boys in celebration of their completion of their summer training camp. Being the manager for Seijoh’s volleyball team, you knew how hard they worked day in and day out – if any team deserved a little party, it would be them.

But of course, anything associated with the boys is everything but little or small.

Thanks to Oikawa, it seemed that nearly half the female population at Seijoh managed to squeeze themselves into your family’s home. It was a little much for you, but what could you do?

You knew that wherever Oikawa went, there would be a hoard of girls following. You weren’t necessarily okay with that, but you accepted it.

Even though it made your stomach ache and fall whenever you saw a girl getting close with the volleyball captain, to which he did little to reject. That was his personality, you’d tell yourself. You couldn’t really expect him to chance just because you were in love with him – especially because you could never work up the nerve to tell him that.

And yet here you were, stuffed in one of the hallway closets, your body almost crushing into the boy that stood in the closet with you.

You rolled your eyes before looking up at him, “Oikawa, move. I can barely breathe here.”

You tried your hardest to come off annoyed, knowing that you were battling a racing heart and a stomach doing ten thousand somersaults in silence. You only hoped that he wouldn’t be able to feel your heart racing through your chest – he was so incredibly close to you, that you were surprised that he didn’t mention it by now.

Why you would agree to a game of seven minutes in heaven is beyond you. And why the universe would find it funny to match you up with Oikawa was the joke of the century… just not to you.

“Why would I want to do that, [f/n]?” He cooed, “You’re pretty comfortable, so I think I’ll just stay here.”

You tried pushing against his toned chest but to no avail. 1. There wasn’t anywhere to push him to. And 2. He was as sturdy as a tree, there wasn’t any way he was moving if he didn’t want to.

“I am dead as soon as we get out this closet.”

“What makes you say that?”

He tilted his head as he looked down at you through his long eyelashes. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of his lips as you rolled your eyes once again.

“Didn’t you see their faces? Your girlfriends are not happy that I’m in here with you right now.”

You felt him shrug, his hands raising up to play with your hair. “I couldn’t care less y’know.”

You froze at the simple movement. It most likely meant nothing to him. But it caused your heart to nearly explode. You could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead from the adrenaline running through your body.

How many minutes has it been? You could have sworn that an eternity had already passed.

“Honestly, I only flirt with them for fun,” he paused, running his hand through his own hair before looking down at you again. “I’d stop if the person that I wanted would actually pay attention to me.”

He said with a soft laugh, but you could have sworn that there was a tinge of sadness that laced through it.

“Is it even possible for you to not gain the attention of someone you’re interested in?” You paused, “They must have nerves of steel, whoever they are.”

He took a minute before responding. His dark eyes flashed from yours to your lips then back, almost assessing them and the situation. He flashed you a genuine smile before finally replying.

“You ought to know. Do you have nerves of steel?”

You could’ve heard a pin drop in the moments that followed. If your mind wasn’t fooling you, could you consider that question as Oikawa’s confession? No, no way.

“Why does that matter, Oikawa? Just go after her- “ His movement interrupted you as he leaned forward, closing the little bit of space that barely remained between your two bodies. You could feel his breath fan over your face as he smiled lightly.

“I’m trying, but she’s really not throwing me a lead here.”

His voice was low, nothing like the childish or playful voice that he always spoke with when he talked to you. You waited a minute, giving your mind a minute to catch up with your heart. You could hear your blood rushing though your ears as Oikawa studied you again, his eyes flashing between your own to your lips and back.

“Could you pay attention to me, [f/n]?”

You began to shake your head in agreement as he finally closed the space between you, his lips finally connecting with yours.

It would have been literal heaven if you didn’t hear the timer ring off on the other side of the door just a few moments before light flooded into the closet.

“Times up, go make out somewhere else Kusokawa.”

At that moment, you wanted to die.

But if that meant that you could go back to the heaven you were just in, you honestly wouldn’t mind.