Oikawa Tooru x Reader
When Reader is upset for the holidays, how will Oikawa react?

Author's Note: This story is a Christmas gift for, and dedicated to, the wonderful amazing awesome super incredible queencuppycake, aka my fantastic friend Bekki! Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy the story~

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"Oiiiii! (F/n)-chaaaaaan~" The loud, carefree voice calling your name immediately catches your attention. You turn around, quickly catching sight of a tall, familiar male waving with his entire arm enthusiastically as he runs towards you.

You force yourself to return his warm, bright smile, although your small one, wavering on your face, pales in comparison. You lift your hand and give him a gentle wave in return. You wait patiently as he all but skips towards you, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips the moment he reaches you.

"I missed you." He pouts, wrapping his arms around you, one hand raising to cradle your head against him, and hugging you tightly to his chest. You give a loud, mock dramatic sigh.

"Tooru, we walked to school together this morning." You try and sound stern, but you can't help but laugh. You put your arms around his body as well, holding him securely. His soft, puffy winter jacket makes cuddling with him extra nice…plus, if you were being truthful, you had missed him a little too. You were in different classes so you weren't able to see each other very much during the day, unfortunately, and he'd had a captain's meeting at lunch so you weren't able to meet then, and…wait…

"Don't you have practice right now?!" You exclaim, looking up at him suddenly. You try to pull back, but his strong arms lock around you to prevent you from doing so. He only looks down at you innocently as you stare at him sharply.

"I can be a few minutes late to helping them set up~" He replies, smiling sweetly. He strokes your hair, as if he's trying to calm you down.

"You're the captain!" You sigh exasperatedly, hitting him on the chest playfully. He puts his hand on his heart in mock pain, looking very distraught until you roll your eyes and exhale loudly. You look around to make sure no one is watching, and then lean forward to gently kiss the spot you hit. Oikawa smiles self-importantly, playfully tugging at a lock of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

"I just wanted to spend some time with my lovely (f/n)-chaaan~ Oh! And to invite you to karaoke! We're all going after practice~" Oikawa exclaims, holding onto you tightly as he impishly swings your bodies back and forth together. He's so obviously in a good mood, and you would do anything not to ruin it. You force yourself to smile again, but you can see his face fall as he sees your expression.

"I'm sorry, Tooru. I'm just…really not feeling well today. I'm sorry, but maybe another time?" You say gently. This time, when you pull back from his embrace, he reluctantly lets you go, his fingers gently running through your hair.

"Are you okay?" Oikawa asks concernedly, leaning down slightly so he can look at you eye to eye. His expression is oddly blank, controlled as he narrows his eyes, watching you closely. You can tell he's suspicious, and his shrewd gaze is trying to figure out exactly what you're hiding.

"Y—Yes!" You say apprehensively, as you take a step back. "It's really nothing Tooru, I just…" You pause, and then look away. "It's really…nothing…"

There's a deep silence, when you hear him gently whisper your name. His voice is like silk on your ears, making you want to tell him every secret you had. It snaps you out of your revere and you look back at him, forcing another smile as you wave and turn around.

"Sorry! I need to go or I'll miss my train! Good luck at practice!" You say rapidly, speed-walking off as fast as you can and not stopping until you turn a corner and he's out of sight. Pressing your back against the wall and leaning against it for support you take a long, deep breath, and finally allow your face to fall.

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"Hmph." Oikawa presses his lips together tightly, tipping his head back as he glares at the ceiling of the train. "She's hiding something from me."

His words are met with the furious sound of pen scratching out something on paper.

"Are you even listening to me?!" Oikawa cries out indignantly, looking up to glower at Iwaizumi.

"Look, I have my own problems, okay?!" Iwaizumi snaps back, writing something and then quickly scratching it out again as he curses under his breath. "Besides, I sure as hell wouldn't know her better than you do. How would I know what's going on? Ask one of her friends."

"I've tried!" Oikawa exclaims loudly. He grits his teeth, and as he continues his voice comes out tight and angry. "I've noticed something was off with her for a while, but when I asked her friends they all said they didn't know." His brow furrows as his expression grows more annoyed. "They do know, and I know they do, but they won't tell me. I think she asked them not to tell me."

Iwaizumi sighs, and leans back on his seat to look at Oikawa seriously. "Think back. Is there anything she said, and thing she did, that could tell you why this is happening?" Iwaizumi says clearly, staring directly into Oikawa's eyes.

"No!" Oikawa replies, throwing up his hands exasperatedly. "And she was so excited for Christmas too!" Oikawa sighs dreamily, holding his head in his head and giving a wistful smile as he remembers. "Her entire face lit up when she talked about it. Drinking cocoa, making cookies, buying presents, cuddling by a fire together, building snowmen…"

Iwaizumi snorts. "Good luck with the last one." He looks out the window of the train, where the outside goes past in a blur. "It's so warm this year, we'd be lucky to get snow in January."

Oikawa is unexpectedly quiet, and his eyes open wide as he begins to think about something very deeply. He remembers how happy you were for Christmas, at first…but as days and days went by and there was no snow, you started to, little by little, get a little more down each day. Your smiles faltered and wavered more each day, but the increase was so gradual Oikawa hadn't been able to see it right away. And then, a few days ago, the weatherman had confirmed there wouldn't be any snow for the entire week of Christmas…

"…Hey, does her home country get a lot of snow during the winter? Maybe she misses it." Iwaizumi suggests. "Maybe she's homesick."

"That's it!" Oikawa says, smacking his fist on his open palm, making Iwaizumi jump slightly in surprise. Oikawa stands up, grinning with a fierce determination. "I have an idea!"

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You stare down at your phone apprehensively, playing with it in your hands. You couldn't deny it…you were very, very nervous.

Usually, your phone usually frequently throughout the day with short, cute messages from Oikawa ("Good morning! I dreamt of kissing you last night~ Let's make that dream come true!" or "Wahhhh Iwa-chan is bullying me! Save me (ಥ﹏ಥ)"). Yet the past few days it had been…quiet. Too quiet.

At first you were actually grateful. You'd been feeling so down lately that you were relieved you wouldn't have to struggle to match and fake Oikawa's enthusiasm and excitement for the holidays. You wanted to feel the same as him, you really did, but …well, you couldn't exactly control your feelings.

But then when you texted him, his replies were simple, oddly subdued. Many times he'd just respond with "Sorry beautiful, but I'm really busy! Let's chat later".

But later never came.

And now it was Christmas morning.

You'd texted him a peppy "Good morning! And a big Merry Christmas to my handsome, talented boyfriend ^3^" the moment you got up, and hadn't received any response at all.

Okay there were many reasons he wouldn't respond. But there was one in particular you couldn't get out of your head.

Was he mad at you for being so depressed lately? You wanted to talk to him about it but…you were afraid of what he would say in return. What would happen.

Sighing, you stand up and put your phone to the side as you stand and start to get ready for your day.

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You come out of the bathroom a while later, completely bathed and dressed and still obviously anxious, when you realise your phone is telling you that you have a new message. You take a flying leap onto your bed, grabbing the phone and checking it as fast as you can. It looks as if you had missed a few calls, and then Oikawa had just sent you a simple message: "I'm at your front door, meet me outside!"

You could hear your heart beat wildly against your chest. But you know there's only one way to find out what he wants to say to you, what's going on. So you race to your front door, throw on the first pair of shoes and coat you can get your hands on, throw the door open and…

Well, you would never imagine, never in your wildest dreams, what you saw before you.

"Merry Christmas!" Oikawa shouts joyfully, spreading open his arms as he stands in the middle of your lawn and motions to everything around him.

You stand there speechless, your gaze moving slowly as you try to take everything in.

Cords of very thin rope are everywhere, hanging from your house and the trees in front of it and the bannisters of your porch and, well, really anywhere they could be hung.

And hanging from all of them are paper snowflakes.

Dozens upon dozens of paper snowflakes.

Big, small, intriciate, simple…and every single one obviously handmade.

"Tooru…" You whisper under your breath, gasping softly. You slowly take a few steps towards him, standing on your lawn as well as you turn around and around, staring at the beautiful sight all around you.

"…I know you're really missing the snow this year." He says tenderly, as he steps to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. "I can't control the weather, but I was going to make sure that my angel got her white Christmas, no matter what!"

You're still looking around you in disbelief, wondering if you're still in bed, dreaming all of this. This must have taken him days and days…so then when he would tell you he was really busy…

"You did…all of this for…for me?" You whisper gently, looking up at him. Tears start to gather at the corner of your eyes, and Oikawa smiles kindly as he places his warm hands on your face and tenderly wipes those tears away with his thumbs.

"Of course." He replies, leaning forwards and softly kissing your lips.

"…Thank you." You smile brightly, putting your hands up so you can grasp his hands. Your eyes widen in surprise as you feel something on the skin of his hands you shouldn't. Pulling his hands down, your gaze locks on them and you gasp.

"Tooru, your hands!" You exclaim concernedly. You look back to him and then back to the hands, which have quite a few large Band-Aids on them.

"Paper cuts." He sighs dramatically, but he can't stop himself from grinning. "…But a small price to pay for your smile."

You hold his hands gently, being careful to avoid his injuries. You turn and look at the stunning snowflakes again.

The snow that your boyfriend had worked so hard to make for you. The Christmas wonder he had created just for you.

"Merry Christmas, beautiful." Oikawa says softly.

"Merry Christmas, Oikawa." You whisper happily in return. You lean up just as he leans down, your lips meeting in a warm, loving kiss.