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Oikawa was often considered a gorgeous man – fawned over by his schoolmates and obtaining masses of attention. He was smart, tall, fit, unrealistically beautiful, and a (not so) genius when it came to volleyball.
He was used to people calling him perfect, or dreamy, or even – at times – a superstar. Many acquaintances, and sometimes friends, saw him as this untouchable entity that could do no wrong. Though that couldn’t be further from the truth, Oikawa was accustomed to people assuming it.
Except, as irony would have it, the person whose attention he wanted the most consistently refused to give it to him.
He laid carelessly on the floor of your room, his limbs outstretched as he breathed out a heavy sigh. You’d been hard at work trying to figure out a math problem, and despite him knowing the answer you shut him down whenever he offered to help you.
He enjoyed the fact that you were independent, but couldn’t you let him help you at least a little?
“[First]-chan…” he whined, “It’s so easy, just carry the one over and subtract the difference!”
You paused for a moment, and he thought that meant your mind was blown from how incredibly smart he was.
His hope was dimmed when all you replied with was, “Oh. Thanks, babe.”
-
Kuroo Tetsurou was, arguably, on the same playing field as Oikawa – both literally and figuratively. They shared many of the same traits; tall, muscular, ingenious captains, and incredibly popular.
Maybe the last one hadn’t been entirely true for Kuroo, but damn if he didn’t deserve a swarm of fans who swooned at his every gesture.
He figured once getting in a relationship with you and Oikawa, maybe he’d get fawned over a little more. Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally receive a modicum of the attention and adoration he deserved.
But, like Oikawa, the two of them had to rely on each other for half-assed and slightly bitter compliments instead of getting them from you.
How – how could you be dating two of the tallest, most beautiful men in Japan and still not be satisfied? Why weren’t you praising them at every turn? Why wouldn’t you pay them any fucking attention?!
He was sat on the other side of the coffee table, attempting just as Oikawa did to show you how smart he was. He leaned over to press a slender finger to your paper. “You know, if you divide this number by that number it’s a quicker way to get the answer.”
He silently waited for the compliments to flow in, but instead, “Oh. Cool.”
The two of them felt an overwhelming sense of dread at your apathy.
-
The following week the three of you had decided to take a break from your busy schedules for a night out. It wasn’t often that you managed to get together like this, and whenever it did happen you were nervous to follow through with the plans because you feared the reaction when people realised you were in a polyamorous relationship.
Oikawa and Kuroo had been anticipating this day since you planned it. They even went as far as to take a day off from practice to shop for appropriate outfits. You were going to be so surprised once you saw them.
“You think this will work?” asked Kuroo, as he fiddled with the lower buttons of his white dress shirt. “Maybe coordinating our outfits to match was a little too over the top.”
Oikawa snickered and waved him off. “You worry too much, Tetsu-chan! She’ll think it’s cute, right? I’d think it’s cute.”
Kuroo regained his confidence and nodded. “You’re right, it is cute. [First] doesn’t know how lucky she is.”
A minute passed before you exited your room and walked down to greet them. You visibly flinched at their attires of choice.
It wasn’t that it was bad – those clothes suited them well – it was just… why were they matching? It almost looked like they were two students attending the same school.
Kuroo nudged Oikawa’s arm in a smug way. “Did you see that?” he whispered. “She’s blown away!”
Oikawa nodded eagerly and returned in an equally hushed tone, “I know! I told you my ideas always work!”
You approached them at a slowed pace. With an eyebrow raised in faint concern, you said, “You’re wearing that?” You stopped yourself before correcting your statement. “I mean, it’s fine, you look fine – let’s just go.”
It felt like a ton of bricks had just landed on top of them, successfully crushing their souls as well as their hopes and dreams.
It’s just fine?! What does just fine mean?! Oikawa thought bitterly.
Almost as if Kuroo could read his mind through his strained facial expression, he returned with, Do we not look good?! You said that she’d love this!
I know what I said! It’s not my fault we’re dating a demon!
I think demons would be more emotionally responsive than her!
As you walked between them, you brushed your hands against theirs and gently motioned for them to follow you out. You looked back over your shoulder and offered a half-smile – why the fuck did you never smile fully? “Come on, we should get going or it’ll get too late, no?”
Their hearts filled with sheer joy at that one tiny gesture to the threat of bursting. Tears brimmed Kuroo’s eyes, and Oikawa had to bite his lip to keep from sobbing.
She’s so precious! Kuroo thought, tearfully.
A perfect angel!
-
Cuddle piles with the three of you normally started with you on the edge, but would quickly end with you being situated in the middle of them. You were neutral when it came to where you were, but they always wanted to suffocate you with their love.
They did feel nice, though.
You were zoned out of the movie you were watching, instead going through social media on your phone. Occasionally, you’d make a comment about a post you saw.
Once coming across a photo of a former classmate, you quietly mused, “Ooh he looks cute.”
Kuroo and Oikawa’s sharp glares immediately shot your way. Before you could do anything else, they had hit you with an onslaught of questions.
“Who’s he?” asked Oikawa.
“How do you know him?” asked Kuroo.
“Does he play volleyball?”
“Is he taller than us?”
You blinked slowly and scrolled down. “He’s moved to Canada and is completely unattainable even if I was interested.”
It was an ambiguous answer, but it had stemmed their jealously enough for them to drop the topic. Before you had scrolled away, however, Kuroo had gotten a glimpse at his username and proceeded to look him up after you’d fallen asleep.
With a scoff he showed the phone to Oikawa, who returned with one equally as unimpressed. “He’s not even that attractive.”
“Ha! He’s only 5’7”. [First] likes tall people,” Kuroo mocked.
“Bet he can’t even throw a ball right.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, he wouldn’t be able to receive one of your serves, Tooru.”
Oikawa perked up a little. “And he definitely wouldn’t be able to stand one of your schemes.”
A surge of excitement passed through them and they proceeded to kiss briefly in the heat of the moment.
After the elation died down, they immediately returned to trash-talking the man you complimented on Instagram. Maybe they should make a fake account and catfish him...
-
They were lounging on your sofa with Oikawa’s head rested on Kuroo’s thighs when you came in.
Your dress was form-fitting and dark, easily accentuating your already attractive curves. The two of them sat up to gawk at you when you said, “Alright, I’m going out. If you want any food there’s some leftovers in the fridge, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
Oikawa stumbled over his words in an attempt to stop you, “W-w-wait, [First]-chan! Where are you going?”
“I’m going out dancing,” you answered. Your brows furrowed. “I told you this yesterday when you said you wanted to stay over? I invited you?”
A sudden realisation hit them as they remembered that you did, in fact, invite them out dancing and they turned you down.
Kuroo gave a knowing look to Oikawa. I don’t think we should be letting her go out alone looking like that.
Oikawa’s eyes narrowed. You’re right. We should go with her.
-
Almost six months into your relationship and nothing had changed. You still gave them scarce affection, you still did your own thing, and they still grasped desperately at any attention you’d offer as if your gratitude was the sole thing keeping them alive.
Eventually, the fun of it had faded and all three of you were getting annoyed. You hated it when they got jealous over minor things, and they hated it when they put effort into trying to impress you only to get an anticlimactic response.
None of you were fools, and you knew full well that the key to a healthy relationship was respect and communication – which, right now didn’t feel like was happening.
You took them to a café and sat them down at the table. The silence between you was tense, but anything worth keeping was worth fighting for, so you powered through the awkward atmosphere.
“Listen,” you started, “I think we can all see that this relationship of ours isn’t entirely stable right now. So I want you to tell me everything you think is wrong and that I can improve on, okay?”
The pair sat there, feeling crushed by equal parts anxiousness and frustration. They couldn’t bring themselves to say anything, which earned a sigh from you.
“Okay… I’ll start, then.”
They looked up attentively.
“Firstly, you guys are insanely insecure about everything. Every single time I want to do something by myself, or I’m not in the mood for talking and I tell you I’m not in the mood for talking, you immediately get suspicious like I’m giving someone else attention.”
Kuroo protested, “But that’s because you brush us off all the time! It makes us insecure!”
“I’m not responsible for your fucking insecurities, Kuroo, I’m your girlfriend not your damned babysitter!”
“Yeah, a babysitter would be more caring.” Oikawa pouted.
“Is that what you want?” you asked, feeling your rage build up. “You want me to fucking baby you like you’re three years old? You want me to frame your artwork and stick it on the fridge? You want me to be the doting adult in the situation lest I risk pissing you off because I didn’t suck your dick three times that day and shook hands with a man?!”
The other patrons at the café were starting to look over, but they were both more concerned and surprised at your outburst. They hadn’t noticed that their attitude was causing you so much anger.
“Look,” you continued, your voice a little calmer now. “I love you guys, both of you – equally, no competition – and I try to show that but constant affection makes me uncomfortable. Why is it so bad for me to call someone else cute? Why is it so threatening to you if I socialise with other people? Why do you have to act like such fucking children and then project your own insecurities – which are completely unfounded – against me like it’s my fault you’re not confident in me?”
Their bitterness toward you had started to dissolve into shame. The whole time they craved your attention they thought only of themselves and their satisfaction in the relationship, not the fact that you disliked being smothered and simply wanted them to just be there.
It was silent for a long while, with only the occasional sigh or sip of their coffee. None of you really knew what to say, now that everything was all out there in the open – more or less. You didn’t like their constant need for attention, but they didn’t like how little you noticed them.
Perhaps you shared some of the blame, after all, you were dating though you scarce acted like it. You just didn’t want to be in a relationship that affected every aspect of your life. You didn’t want to go out and talk to someone, only for your boyfriends to be standing behind them with an intimidating glare to scare them off.
Even still, you figured you should try and smooth the process a little. Your words had been so harsh and abrupt that Oikawa looked on the verge of tears.
“I really do love you…” you murmured. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you as much affection as I should. I’m not good when it comes to things like this. If you want me to give you attention, can you just ask for it? If you--… if you ever need me just tell me what you need and I’ll be there, okay?”
Oikawa sucked in a deep breath and steadied his trembling hands. “I’m sorry that I get jealous all the time,” he said. “You’re just the best people I’ve ever had and I-I don’t want to lose you.”
Kuroo’s fingers interlaced with both of yours. “I’m sorry, too. I keep forgetting that I entered this relationship because you two made me feel happy. Lately we’ve all been feeling terrible and I don’t want that to be how we end up, you know?”
A genuine smile surfaced on your features, and seeing that lifted a weight off of their shoulders. “I’m so relieved, I was worried that you’d just complain more.”
Gasping in faux-offense, Oikawa put his free hand on his chest and mockingly glared at you. “[First]-chan! I’m insulted that you’d consider such a notion! We never complain!”
Kuroo smirked and joined in. “What was that about giving us more affection? I think I heard you say something along the lines of ‘tell me what you need and I’ll be there’.”
“Right? She’s a hypocrite!”
You laughed and leaned over the table to tug them both in to a bone-crushing hug. “You both mean the world to me, you know that, right? I love you.”
They returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm. “We love you too,” Oikawa cooed.
“Well, maybe me more so than Tooru.” Kuroo smirked.
“Keep that up and Oikawa will be the only one I give affection to,” you retorted. “Now let go of me. I hate PDA.”
He was used to people calling him perfect, or dreamy, or even – at times – a superstar. Many acquaintances, and sometimes friends, saw him as this untouchable entity that could do no wrong. Though that couldn’t be further from the truth, Oikawa was accustomed to people assuming it.
Except, as irony would have it, the person whose attention he wanted the most consistently refused to give it to him.
He laid carelessly on the floor of your room, his limbs outstretched as he breathed out a heavy sigh. You’d been hard at work trying to figure out a math problem, and despite him knowing the answer you shut him down whenever he offered to help you.
He enjoyed the fact that you were independent, but couldn’t you let him help you at least a little?
“[First]-chan…” he whined, “It’s so easy, just carry the one over and subtract the difference!”
You paused for a moment, and he thought that meant your mind was blown from how incredibly smart he was.
His hope was dimmed when all you replied with was, “Oh. Thanks, babe.”
-
Kuroo Tetsurou was, arguably, on the same playing field as Oikawa – both literally and figuratively. They shared many of the same traits; tall, muscular, ingenious captains, and incredibly popular.
Maybe the last one hadn’t been entirely true for Kuroo, but damn if he didn’t deserve a swarm of fans who swooned at his every gesture.
He figured once getting in a relationship with you and Oikawa, maybe he’d get fawned over a little more. Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally receive a modicum of the attention and adoration he deserved.
But, like Oikawa, the two of them had to rely on each other for half-assed and slightly bitter compliments instead of getting them from you.
How – how could you be dating two of the tallest, most beautiful men in Japan and still not be satisfied? Why weren’t you praising them at every turn? Why wouldn’t you pay them any fucking attention?!
He was sat on the other side of the coffee table, attempting just as Oikawa did to show you how smart he was. He leaned over to press a slender finger to your paper. “You know, if you divide this number by that number it’s a quicker way to get the answer.”
He silently waited for the compliments to flow in, but instead, “Oh. Cool.”
The two of them felt an overwhelming sense of dread at your apathy.
-
The following week the three of you had decided to take a break from your busy schedules for a night out. It wasn’t often that you managed to get together like this, and whenever it did happen you were nervous to follow through with the plans because you feared the reaction when people realised you were in a polyamorous relationship.
Oikawa and Kuroo had been anticipating this day since you planned it. They even went as far as to take a day off from practice to shop for appropriate outfits. You were going to be so surprised once you saw them.
“You think this will work?” asked Kuroo, as he fiddled with the lower buttons of his white dress shirt. “Maybe coordinating our outfits to match was a little too over the top.”
Oikawa snickered and waved him off. “You worry too much, Tetsu-chan! She’ll think it’s cute, right? I’d think it’s cute.”
Kuroo regained his confidence and nodded. “You’re right, it is cute. [First] doesn’t know how lucky she is.”
A minute passed before you exited your room and walked down to greet them. You visibly flinched at their attires of choice.
It wasn’t that it was bad – those clothes suited them well – it was just… why were they matching? It almost looked like they were two students attending the same school.
Kuroo nudged Oikawa’s arm in a smug way. “Did you see that?” he whispered. “She’s blown away!”
Oikawa nodded eagerly and returned in an equally hushed tone, “I know! I told you my ideas always work!”
You approached them at a slowed pace. With an eyebrow raised in faint concern, you said, “You’re wearing that?” You stopped yourself before correcting your statement. “I mean, it’s fine, you look fine – let’s just go.”
It felt like a ton of bricks had just landed on top of them, successfully crushing their souls as well as their hopes and dreams.
It’s just fine?! What does just fine mean?! Oikawa thought bitterly.
Almost as if Kuroo could read his mind through his strained facial expression, he returned with, Do we not look good?! You said that she’d love this!
I know what I said! It’s not my fault we’re dating a demon!
I think demons would be more emotionally responsive than her!
As you walked between them, you brushed your hands against theirs and gently motioned for them to follow you out. You looked back over your shoulder and offered a half-smile – why the fuck did you never smile fully? “Come on, we should get going or it’ll get too late, no?”
Their hearts filled with sheer joy at that one tiny gesture to the threat of bursting. Tears brimmed Kuroo’s eyes, and Oikawa had to bite his lip to keep from sobbing.
She’s so precious! Kuroo thought, tearfully.
A perfect angel!
-
Cuddle piles with the three of you normally started with you on the edge, but would quickly end with you being situated in the middle of them. You were neutral when it came to where you were, but they always wanted to suffocate you with their love.
They did feel nice, though.
You were zoned out of the movie you were watching, instead going through social media on your phone. Occasionally, you’d make a comment about a post you saw.
Once coming across a photo of a former classmate, you quietly mused, “Ooh he looks cute.”
Kuroo and Oikawa’s sharp glares immediately shot your way. Before you could do anything else, they had hit you with an onslaught of questions.
“Who’s he?” asked Oikawa.
“How do you know him?” asked Kuroo.
“Does he play volleyball?”
“Is he taller than us?”
You blinked slowly and scrolled down. “He’s moved to Canada and is completely unattainable even if I was interested.”
It was an ambiguous answer, but it had stemmed their jealously enough for them to drop the topic. Before you had scrolled away, however, Kuroo had gotten a glimpse at his username and proceeded to look him up after you’d fallen asleep.
With a scoff he showed the phone to Oikawa, who returned with one equally as unimpressed. “He’s not even that attractive.”
“Ha! He’s only 5’7”. [First] likes tall people,” Kuroo mocked.
“Bet he can’t even throw a ball right.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, he wouldn’t be able to receive one of your serves, Tooru.”
Oikawa perked up a little. “And he definitely wouldn’t be able to stand one of your schemes.”
A surge of excitement passed through them and they proceeded to kiss briefly in the heat of the moment.
After the elation died down, they immediately returned to trash-talking the man you complimented on Instagram. Maybe they should make a fake account and catfish him...
-
They were lounging on your sofa with Oikawa’s head rested on Kuroo’s thighs when you came in.
Your dress was form-fitting and dark, easily accentuating your already attractive curves. The two of them sat up to gawk at you when you said, “Alright, I’m going out. If you want any food there’s some leftovers in the fridge, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
Oikawa stumbled over his words in an attempt to stop you, “W-w-wait, [First]-chan! Where are you going?”
“I’m going out dancing,” you answered. Your brows furrowed. “I told you this yesterday when you said you wanted to stay over? I invited you?”
A sudden realisation hit them as they remembered that you did, in fact, invite them out dancing and they turned you down.
Kuroo gave a knowing look to Oikawa. I don’t think we should be letting her go out alone looking like that.
Oikawa’s eyes narrowed. You’re right. We should go with her.
-
Almost six months into your relationship and nothing had changed. You still gave them scarce affection, you still did your own thing, and they still grasped desperately at any attention you’d offer as if your gratitude was the sole thing keeping them alive.
Eventually, the fun of it had faded and all three of you were getting annoyed. You hated it when they got jealous over minor things, and they hated it when they put effort into trying to impress you only to get an anticlimactic response.
None of you were fools, and you knew full well that the key to a healthy relationship was respect and communication – which, right now didn’t feel like was happening.
You took them to a café and sat them down at the table. The silence between you was tense, but anything worth keeping was worth fighting for, so you powered through the awkward atmosphere.
“Listen,” you started, “I think we can all see that this relationship of ours isn’t entirely stable right now. So I want you to tell me everything you think is wrong and that I can improve on, okay?”
The pair sat there, feeling crushed by equal parts anxiousness and frustration. They couldn’t bring themselves to say anything, which earned a sigh from you.
“Okay… I’ll start, then.”
They looked up attentively.
“Firstly, you guys are insanely insecure about everything. Every single time I want to do something by myself, or I’m not in the mood for talking and I tell you I’m not in the mood for talking, you immediately get suspicious like I’m giving someone else attention.”
Kuroo protested, “But that’s because you brush us off all the time! It makes us insecure!”
“I’m not responsible for your fucking insecurities, Kuroo, I’m your girlfriend not your damned babysitter!”
“Yeah, a babysitter would be more caring.” Oikawa pouted.
“Is that what you want?” you asked, feeling your rage build up. “You want me to fucking baby you like you’re three years old? You want me to frame your artwork and stick it on the fridge? You want me to be the doting adult in the situation lest I risk pissing you off because I didn’t suck your dick three times that day and shook hands with a man?!”
The other patrons at the café were starting to look over, but they were both more concerned and surprised at your outburst. They hadn’t noticed that their attitude was causing you so much anger.
“Look,” you continued, your voice a little calmer now. “I love you guys, both of you – equally, no competition – and I try to show that but constant affection makes me uncomfortable. Why is it so bad for me to call someone else cute? Why is it so threatening to you if I socialise with other people? Why do you have to act like such fucking children and then project your own insecurities – which are completely unfounded – against me like it’s my fault you’re not confident in me?”
Their bitterness toward you had started to dissolve into shame. The whole time they craved your attention they thought only of themselves and their satisfaction in the relationship, not the fact that you disliked being smothered and simply wanted them to just be there.
It was silent for a long while, with only the occasional sigh or sip of their coffee. None of you really knew what to say, now that everything was all out there in the open – more or less. You didn’t like their constant need for attention, but they didn’t like how little you noticed them.
Perhaps you shared some of the blame, after all, you were dating though you scarce acted like it. You just didn’t want to be in a relationship that affected every aspect of your life. You didn’t want to go out and talk to someone, only for your boyfriends to be standing behind them with an intimidating glare to scare them off.
Even still, you figured you should try and smooth the process a little. Your words had been so harsh and abrupt that Oikawa looked on the verge of tears.
“I really do love you…” you murmured. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you as much affection as I should. I’m not good when it comes to things like this. If you want me to give you attention, can you just ask for it? If you--… if you ever need me just tell me what you need and I’ll be there, okay?”
Oikawa sucked in a deep breath and steadied his trembling hands. “I’m sorry that I get jealous all the time,” he said. “You’re just the best people I’ve ever had and I-I don’t want to lose you.”
Kuroo’s fingers interlaced with both of yours. “I’m sorry, too. I keep forgetting that I entered this relationship because you two made me feel happy. Lately we’ve all been feeling terrible and I don’t want that to be how we end up, you know?”
A genuine smile surfaced on your features, and seeing that lifted a weight off of their shoulders. “I’m so relieved, I was worried that you’d just complain more.”
Gasping in faux-offense, Oikawa put his free hand on his chest and mockingly glared at you. “[First]-chan! I’m insulted that you’d consider such a notion! We never complain!”
Kuroo smirked and joined in. “What was that about giving us more affection? I think I heard you say something along the lines of ‘tell me what you need and I’ll be there’.”
“Right? She’s a hypocrite!”
You laughed and leaned over the table to tug them both in to a bone-crushing hug. “You both mean the world to me, you know that, right? I love you.”
They returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm. “We love you too,” Oikawa cooed.
“Well, maybe me more so than Tooru.” Kuroo smirked.
“Keep that up and Oikawa will be the only one I give affection to,” you retorted. “Now let go of me. I hate PDA.”
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I'm a little confused, are the two boys like, bisexual or the thing is just with reader-chan but they "share" her? Because you know, sometimes gay sex is... really good and for good I mean I'd love to watch itď