The Boy In a Skirt | oikawa x reader

Requested by : LaserBeamsOnLions

im trying so hard not to curse in every sentence in this one for the sake of it
- my senpai is a boy in a skirt soooooo

Aobajousai used to be well-known all girls school until the school principal thought it was better to allow boys to barge in and ruin the lives of every single girl in the campus. It was clearly irritating in your point of view. But a lot of girls in the school didn't fall for the boys' charms, considering the fact that 4/5 of the girl population swooned over girls while the other 1/5 either swooned over the boys or didn't even swoon over anything at all.

You were (Name) (Surname), the athletic third-year that students from all departments fall in love with. You were part of the soccer team, the football team, baseball, volleyball, and you have not — not even once — fainted because of exhaustion. Why? Because you had the power range of a fucking factory. You were a boy in a skirt — according to other people. Because yeah, girls in japan wear skirts to school and plus you acted like a man whenever you play sports.

"Yuko, over here!" You called as you watched your fellow teammate having a hard time scoring. She caught your gaze and looked at you as if saying : you better score this shit. She immediately kicked the ball towards your direction, hoping you could score in her behalf. You got the ball and quickly ran towards the goal, dodging the enemies with complete ease because you were a boss ass bitch.

As soon as you arrived near, you focused on the net behind the goalkeeper as she watched you with a keen expression. You puffed out some air and kicked that motherfucker so hard with zero mercy that it almost blasted the goalpost. Yeah, you were that strong.

A chorus of cheers and screams reached your ears as you scored the last point. "(F/N)-senpai!" Girls squealed loudly in unison. Although it was only a practice match between a rivaling school, students wanted to see the game mostly because you were there. You glanced at their direction and they instantaneously screamed noisily. You winced at the sound and hurriedly turned away. 'Man, these girls are craycray'

You were about to head towards the rest of your team when you heard a loud cheer from above. "Yehey! Go (f/n)-chan!" The voice squealed in a high-pitched voice and it seemed to be louder than the girls cheering for you combined. The girls looked up, throwing nasty glares at said guy and turned back to cheer even louder.

When you looked up to find the source, shielding your eyes from the heat of the sun, you saw a certain flamboyant with a blue bandana wrapped around his forehead, screaming at the top of his lungs whilst holding a large motherfucking banner that spelled out:

'Go, (F/N)-chan!<3'

He caught your eye and gave you a large toothy grin, turning away and got away from sight. You guess that he was heading downstairs to go and celebrate with you or something. You laughed quietly to yourself.

Oikawa Tooru, your best bud ever since you guys were still in diapers. When he heard that Aobajousai was accepting guys, he literally leaped with joy and immediately transferred. You, of course, were quite glad that he was going to be spending time with you. He was as clingy as a baby koala and he did not at all understand that you had other priorities and responsibilities to attend to. But he was good company despite his swarm of fangirls that stalk him 24/7. But the number of fans he had cannot defeat yours.

"Looks like your admirer came to cheer on you." Your friend, Yuko, said in a teasing voice, draping her arm over your shoulder. You did not blush or do anything because obv that was fucking girly.

"Huh? He's my best friend." You countered, turning your head to face her.

"So? He clearly loves you."

"Of course he loves me, I'm his best friend." You said, confused as to why she was asking this. She sighed, facepalming as she gave you a look of disbelief. "You're so dense." You stared at her with a puzzled expression.

"(F/N)-chan!" A voice called out and you averted your gaze to see Oikawa, running towards you with the banner still in hand. You gave him a slight wave. She gave you a large pat at the back with a grin before turning her heel and walking away towards the rest of the team.

"Oh. Tooru." You acknowledged. "Aaaand what's with the getup?" You asked with a laugh, gesturing to his clothes which consists of a blue bandana, a white shirt which had the number one — your jersey number — spelled on it and some ugly Hawaiian shorts to go along with everything.

His eyes twinkled for a moment before replying, "To support you, of course!" He was bouncing up and down as if he was waiting for you to compliment his rather creative style today.

You tittered quietly. "Thanks. But seriously, it's just a practice match. You didn't need to do all this and shout so loudly that you can be heard all the way from Alaska."

He pouted, lowering the banner. "I just don't want you to be taken away by those girls." He spat the last word, glaring at the girls with furrowed eyebrows huddled at the sidelines. The girls caught his glare and started yelling insults at him all at the same time with their faces contorted into angry murderous looks. Oikawa incontinently cowered in fear and when you turned curiously to see what he was groveling at, the girls instantly removed the mad expressions on their faces and smiled like angels, releasing a flowery aura in the atmosphere.

'Sadists...' Oikawa shivered.

You snorted and whirled around to face him. "I'm straight, Tooru." You assured him, but he didn't look conviced. "But everyone calls you 'The Boy in a Skirt'!" He whined childishly.

"That's just an expression. Everyone knows that I'm not literally a guy." You laughed.

That seemed to stop his whining. He stuck his bottom lip out before lowering his head, huffing, "Fine." Then, he lifted his head up. "But you promise not to get close or date any of them, all right?"

You casted him a look of incredulity. "Are you kidding me?" You facepalmed.

"Just promise me!"

"Fine."

-

You heaved a sigh as you headed your way to the cafeteria without any company. Usually, Oikawa would always accompany every lunch time, but Iwaizumi was holding him back and is currently in the gym, facing punishment from the evil spiky-haired male for constantly skipping practices. Well, you hoped that the 'punishment' Iwaizumi was giving him wasn't something gay. A part of you screamed 'Frickle Frackle!' But you really tried to shove that thought away.

You bought your food and sat down on one of the cafeteria chairs, placing the plate on the table. Just when you were about to dig in, a voice stopped you.

"(F-F/N)-san..." When you looked up, you saw a girl with black shoulder-lengthened hair, holding a bento in her hand. She looked at you with determination and you didn't know what the fuck she was being determined for. You knew she was a second year because you saw her in some of the sophomore activites. You stared at her for awhile before smiling politely. Her request was sudden but you didn't want to act like a bitch. "Yes?"

She blushed, "Can I eat with you?"

Forgetting about what you promised Oikawa, you said, "Sure!" Her eyes immediately brightened as she sat down, placing her bento on the table. The both of you talked happily as you both munched on your food.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was humming happily as he walked towards the cafeteria with his lunch in hand. He knew you were already in the cafeteria so he decided to find you there. But then...

"(F/N)-san, you're so funny!" Oikawa immediately stopped in his tracks when he heard a feminine voice utter your name. But he decided to ignore it, chuckling nervously, thinking that his ears were playing games with him. So he continued to walk, trying to rid the thoughts he had in his head.

Then he heard your voice. He stopped. And when he heard your voice once again laughing sheepishly at the girl, he went ballistic and almost decided to start a manhunt. He lifted his head and saw you and a girl laughing. Your elbows rested flatly on the table as you listened to her stories with a grin on your face. She was talking to you with a slight blush, her lunch lay forgotten on the table as she gazed at you dreamily.

And at that moment,

Oikawa realized,

that he was jealous of a girl.

And he was DEFINITELY not going to lose you to a girl.

-

A few days has passed and you and the girl, Mitsuko, became really good friends. She made you bentos and that was actually a good thing, considering the fact that you didn't have to spend your money. You could actually save a lot with that, believe it or not. She told you she was struggling in some subjects and you offered to help her as her new tutor. You were a straight A student, plus, you were a third year, so that meant second year lessons would be a bit easier for you to teach.

"Ah, (f/n)-san, this is my classroom. Thanks for dropping me by!" Mitsuko bowed with a smile.

"No probs, Mitsuko-chan." You grinned, waving slightly. She turned pink and turned to go into her class.

Once she was out of sight, you heaved a sigh as you trailed your hand down your hair, turning your heel to head to your classroom, but you were stopped by non other than your best friend for life, Oikawa Tooru. You raised a brow as you studied his irritated expression which was directed at the classroom which Mitsuko entered.

"Um.. Hi?" You greeted awkwardly, putting your hand down. His irritated expression faltered as he flashed you a frown. "(F/N)-chan! You promised!"

"What promise?" You said with a confused expression, cocking an eyebrow. He gasped dramatically, pointing at you with an accusing finger. "What?! You forgot?" You continued to stare at him with utter confusion until it suddenly dawned on you like a brick. "Oh," you smiled sheepishly, "That."

"(F/N)-chan!" Oikawa whined. You sighed awkwardly, "Tooru, she's just a friend. It's not like I'm going to date her or something."

"Yeah, but—"

"Don't you trust me?"

He eyed you for a second before nodding slowly, saying in a small voice, "yes."

"Okay good because I'm tutoring her later." You smiled up at him and started to walk away. You passed by him as he felt the gush of air tingling against his skin lightly. He gasped.

"WHAT?!"

-

"Okay, what subject should we do first?" You asked Mitsuko with a smile.

She averted her gaze and said in a tiny voice, "Math." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she blushed.

"Okay then, can you take out your textbook?" She nodded and opened her bag, rummaging it carefully. She gripped the book and placed it on the table. She raised her hand to grab her pencil case as well. She placed the pouch on the table and opened it with a hand handling the zipper and another hand holding the fabric to assure that it wont fall off.

But the pouch suddenly removed itself from her grip and backflipped towards you then to the floor. Guess she wasn't holding it tightly.

"I'll get it." You reassured her. You reached out to get it and just when you were about to grasp the pouch, you were thrown to the ground aggressively with zero mercy. A pair of hands glued your wrists to the floor tightly. You winced in pain with your eyes closed then shot an eye open slowly to see what had happened. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw Mitsuko with a dark expression plastered on her face, currently straddling you whilst pinning your wrists above your head.

"M-Mitsuko-chan?!" You shrieked, surprised.

Mitsuko smirked at you before leaning in so that your faces were inches near each other's. You flushed almost immediately, squirming in her grip. You tried to loosen her grip on you but she was mega-strong and you didn't even know. Your breath hitched, "W-What's happening? What are you doing?"

She pulled back, chuckling quietly, "Oh, (f/n)-san, if only you knew how hot you are. Then you probably wouldn't need to know." There was an evil glint in her eyes as she eyed you carefully. "You're too naive, (f/n)-san. You do know almost every single girl in the campus is after you?" She smiled, straddling you dominantly.

Your eyes widened at her sudden dominance. "Pretending to be a shy girl had to take a lot of willpower, you know?" She added. "It was hard to hold back. It was difficult for me not to pounce on you like this in public."

You laughed nervously, beads of sweat running down your forehead. "Please tell me you're joking..."

She chuckled, pinning you harder with her bare hands. "No, I'm not."

"But I'm straight." You whimpered, trying your best to change her mind.

She smirked, "Not for long."

-

Oikawa heaved a sigh, pouting as he walked through the hallways with furrowed eyebrows. He had his bag hanging around his shoulders with all zippers open, not bothering to close them. 'That girl is stealing my (f/n)-chan away!' He thought angrily. As he stomped loudly with his feet, he caught the attention of a certain friend of yours, Yuko.

"Oh, Oikawa!" She greeted with a grin, coming towards him and slinging an arm around him. She had a milk carton in her hand as the straw was bitten abusively by her mouth. "Why aren't you with (f/n)?"

Oikawa grunted, the thought of you and Mitsuko together drove him insane. "She's tutoring Mitsuko." He muttered with a murderous look on his face. Honestly, that girl was getting on his nerves.

The milk from Yuko's mouth splattered everywhere like a sprinkler as she looked at Oikawa in utter disbelief. "M-Mitsuko?!" She stammered, horror written all over her face. Oikawa raised a brow, confused as to why she was acting weirdly. "Yeah, why?" He asked casually.

Yuko dropped her milk carton and grabbed Oikawa by the shoulders, shaking him and making him feel a bit dizzy. "Oikawa! Mitsuko is ballistic over (f/n)! Everyone knows (f/n) is a hottie and is literally crazy for her but Mitsuko is insane for her! She wants to fuck her, Oikawa, fuck her. Everyone knows this. Because duh, almost every girl is part of the fan club and news spread like wildfire here! Mitsuko is the leader and she is not straight!"

As soon as Oikawa heard this, he shrieked girlishly and panicked, sprinting towards every classroom he could find, trying to search for you. Oh, he hoped she hasn't taken your virginity yet. Oikawa was literally terrified, what if he was too late? What if Mitsuko already—

"No!" He heard a distant protest and he immediately knew it was you. He ran as fast as he could to where the noise was coming from. And alas, he arrived at a deserted classroom. He could hear whimpers and cries and he wanted to dropkick Mitsuko so bad, she'd die. He swung the door open, revealing you with an unbuttoned blouse under a smirking Mitsuko that was currently straddling you.

Oikawa's jaw dropped to the floor and he knew Yuko was not lying when she said this crazy chick wanted to take your virginity away from you.

"Let go of her!" Oikawa yelled and your gazes snapped towards him. You silently thanked the heavens that he arrived before Mitsuko took your virginity away. Before Mitsuko could say anything, Oikawa tackled her to the ground and they started having an intense wrestling match. You, unsure of what to do, backed up against the wall, staring horrified at the scene before you.

You watched as Mitsuko tried to throw a punch at Oikawa under him. Oikawa dodged her but not too easily because he was struggling too much to keep her still. Oikawa pinched her side and Mitsuko screamed tarzan-style and threw a fierce punch at Oikawa's face when he was caught off guard. Oikawa gave her a 'you've-done-it-now-bitch' look and R.K.O'd her so hard she fell unconscious.

Oikawa panted and turned to you with concern written all over his face despite his bulging bonk. You just stared at Mitsuko in horror.

"(F/N)-chan, are you okay now?" He asked.

Your gaze averted towards him. Your face hardened as you shivered.

Oikawa frowned as he kneeled, looking at you. "See? I told you you shouldn't get close to these girls." You gave him a nod before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thanks." You said, your voice muffled by his hair. Oikawa blushed in response and wrapped his arms around you as well.

Let's just say you didn't trust girls after this anymore.

extended ending:

"Tooru, why are you blushing so much?" You asked him, pulling away with a curious look.

Oikawa turned redder as his eyes flashed downwards for a second. He shook his head. You shrugged and captured him in another hug, to which he responded immediately.

Little did you know that your blouse was unbuttoned completely

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Bad ending , ik. SORRY, i was super lazzzzy and i didnt want to write all the cheezy and romantic stuff because uuuuh guys im so tired okay and this is like a 3000+ word story and im exhausteeeeed Plus Its gunna take so long if i added a romantic ending sooooo