This is just a little idea I had! I hope you like it and the style... I'm sorry if it's a little confusing! Also, I'm sorry about the IwaOi part, it had to be done...

TanaEnno

To Tanaka Ryuusuke, my dearest opposite,

I know that you're energetic and reckless. I know I'm fussy and boring. I also know that you've probably never even see me, let alone see me like this. Okay, that stuff sounded dumb... I know you've seen me, we're literally in the same volleyball club. I guess I meant, you've never seen me as a person. That sounded stupid, too. Let me start over.

I don't think that you've ever looked at me with a single thought that doesn't encompass volleyball. Or school. I don't think you'd ever look at me with a single thought beyond those because we're just so... opposite. Narita and Kinoshita have told me that...

But, if I'm allowed to say this without being weird, I've had those thoughts. Thoughts that, when I look at you, are never about volleyball or school or even how much you really need to start wearing shirts... I guess, when I look at you, I don't just see a good teammate or classmate. I see an amazing friend and I feel something more.

Even if we're nothing alike, I just want you to know that. I guess it's weird I don't say it to your face. If you liked me, you'd probably never shut up about it.

So, my Ryuusuke, I'd like to say that I like you. 

You don't have to notice me back but I sure as hell managed to notice you...

Ennoshita Chikara

Chikara looked at the letter in his hands. He just had to give it to Tanaka. That couldn't be so bad, right? Sucking in a deep breath, he approached Tanaka from behind. The spiker was chatting loudly to Nishinoya, their conversation beginning to dwindle despite their volume. He could wait a little bit longer before giving it to him, he could wait until they finished their conversation. He could wait.

Because he was going to give it to him.

Chikara may have been the total opposite of Tanaka but they had one thing in common.

Ennoshita Chikara was no coward.

-

To my dearest opposite,

That's you, by the way! By you, I mean my Chikara! Well, you're not mine yet.

I'd like you to be, is what I'm saying!  Basically, I think you're amazing. I know you're level-headed and calm. I know I'm loud and stupid. But that doesn't mean anything to me! I love you and I think about it every time I see you because you're just so clever and you look all cute and sleepy all the time and I just adore you!

I know you'll probably never see me outside the next ace of Karasuno, once Asahi's gone, and a great role model for our underclassmen but I see you as so much more than just our next captain and I feel so much more too! Whenever I see you, my heart kind of goes like... like one of Hinata's noises! Y'know, his little 'fwaah's and 'pwaah's. Is that dumb? That's probably pretty dumb...

Well, whatever. I like you, my Chikara, even if we're really not that alike!

You don't have to go all Hinata over me but I certainly went all Hinata over you,

Tanaka Ryuusuke

All things considered, it was a good letter that Ryuusuke clutched to his chest as he chatted to Nishinoya about receives. He was going to give it to Chikara, the moment he saw him. Because Chikara deserved to know.

With his conversation with Noya coming to an end, Ryuusuke turned around and there was Chikara, eyes on the floor. In his hands, there was a letter addressed to him.

Ryuusuke could've pretended not to see it. He could've done it to spare himself the embarrassment from Nishinoya. But, when Ryuusuke saw the shy look on Chikara's face, he knew it wouldn't be an option.

And so he handed Chikara his letter before the other could say a word. Because they had one thing in common.

Tanaka Ryuusuke was no coward, either.

IwaOi

My dearest opposite,

Okay, ew, that was sappy. I'm sticking to Shittykawa, moving forwards. Wait, now I'm taking steps backwards. I'm sticking to Tooru, moving forwards.

Anyway, Tooru, you know I'm bad at explaining with words vocally. But I've kinda needed to talk to you. No, I mean, tell you something. I'm not really talking to you like this... This shit is beside the point, what is the point is that I like you.

Fuck. There. I said it. No take-backsies. Oikawa Tooru, I am very fucking in love with you. Matsukawa said I had to get over my shit and tell you so, there, I did. I know we're both pretty different and the idea of me liking you is kinda stupid. I mean, everyone likes you. You deserve someone to just see you as a friend. Me falling in love has probably messed that all up...

It's not like I meant to fall in love with you, though. Your smile is just... it's just beautiful. I can't explain it. You could say it's like the sun? I don't know, I hate using half-assed metaphors. Let me try again.

Oikawa Tooru, your smile is more beautiful than the thousands of galaxies in the universe that you love so much. Your eyes are filled with more stars than the brightest night sky. Your hair is softer than the smoothest velvet and your skin is gentler than the most perfect feathers of a baby bird. Your laugh is a billion times better than any song I have heard or will hear and I can listen to your voice until I die and still not be satisfied. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you so much and I will do everything in my fucking power to make sure you smile. Even if you smile at someone else, someone who isn't me, I just want you to be happy. Because your smile makes me feel... indescribable.

It's like I... like I have this private planet, a small and beautiful moon, that orbits around you and everything you do. It's never stormy and it's never loud. It's peaceful, with you.

This letter is probably kinda the opposite of what I usually act like, I know. But I guess I'd like to show you some honest affection. My dearest opposite and my dearest friend, I love you. And I'll wait for your reply.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

It was a beautiful letter, once it got going. It had been filled with as much love as Hajime could convey into words onto paper. Even just looking at it in his hands made his heart swell. His thoughts filled with ideas of Tooru, wishes of Tooru and daydreams of Tooru, just by rereading it.

Yes, it was a beautiful letter. Maybe that was why Hajime felt pained as he flushed it down the toilets, on the second floor of a shopping mall.

Because it had been a chance. It had been his chance, to get what he wanted. And he wanted Tooru.

But Tooru wouldn't want him. And Hajime was a coward.

-

My dearest opposite,

Wait, was that too sappy? Ugh, you're so hard to write for, Iwa~chan.

Why can't you just be romanced? This would be so much easier if you'd let me romance you... Anyways, Iwa~chan, I know you're bad at words and, if I asked you in person, you'd probably panic. So I'm writing it down! Aren't you lucky to have such a considerate friend, like me? Sorry, that was vain.

I know you tell me to stop being so self-centred, Iwa~chan. I guess I'm not as humble as you... I wish I could be. You're so modest yet so confident. I don't know how you're both but... it's a gorgeous mix, if you ask me. You're gorgeous.

You're so annoyingly gorgeous that I've fallen in love with you. How dare you be that gorgeous, Iwa~chan. The worst part is that I like you too much to sulk over it. I'm happy I fell in love with you, Hajime. You make me... happy.

Sorry, sorry, I know I should have a better vocabulary than just 'happy'. But I don't know another word to use! My love for you is simple, just like the word 'happy'. I don't want our love to be all dramatic and loud. I'm happy just to want you and for you to want me. I'm happy even if you never want more than just a friend from me. I think I'm always going to want more than just a friend from you, though...

But this is about you, not me! I want you to make your own decision on this, fuck me completely with this, it's about you. Oh, gods, okay, that sounded more sexual than I thought it would. Don't actually fuck me. Or do, it depends on you.

This is your choice, Hajime. You are my dearest opposite and my dearest friend. I want it to be about you.

Oikawa Tooru

A beautiful letter. Maybe a bit rambly but a beautiful letter nonetheless. Tooru smiled at it slightly, knowing it could hold the key to his happiness forever. The paper was soft in his hands and he could already see his life with Hajime in between the black ink.

Yes, it was a beautiful letter. Maybe that was why Tooru lost his smile when he ripped the letter in half and dumped it in the bin outside the toilets on the second floor of a shopping mall.

Because it had been a chance. It had been his chance, to get what he wanted. And he wanted Hajime.

But Hajime wouldn't want him. And Tooru was a coward.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry about the IwaOi one! And you may get a part two, if you ask nicely.

Anyway, I apologise for my unusual angst. I thought this oneshot book was getting too fluffy. I guess I'll have to start breaking more hearts! :)