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This is a Paranormal!AU where paranormal creatures exist. Shapeshifters and vampires are the most common. There are also hunters to keep them in control and ensure that they do not create havoc on Earth.
There's... Something about Oikawa Tooru that makes your nerves stand on edge. It's as if your senses are screaming that he's something out of this world. You don't mean just his looks, but he's able to make everyone, regardless of gender, like him. And you say 'everyone' because you're not one of them, not really.

You're a little different. You just have a six sense that makes you a hunter. Or huntress. Whichever. You hunt down all things paranormal, and this six sense helps you sniff them out. Yes, sniff. Apart from feeling terribly on edge and have your nerves hypersensitive around one, you can smell the distinct scent they give out. They do exist - demons, shapeshifters, vampires, gargoyles and more - but even the most experienced of hunters only find one after searching for weeks.

You can't believe that your six sense is screaming at someone who is a volleyball star, someone who stands out so much. Because if a celebrity was a Para - any sort of paranormal creature, thus the name - they would have been sniffed out ages ago.

You know there's always the possibility that he could have just had contact with a demon, but the stench would never be that strong. It's common knowledge for hunters to know that demons leave traces on humans they get close to, so you'd be able to smell out a human who had contact with one. There's no way to tell if they are truly Para or human until you wait to see if the stench fades after a week. But we're talking about weak Para here. The stronger a Para is, the stronger the smell. And Oikawa Tooru?

He reeks of it.

You don't know what the hell he is, but if the stench around him is any indication, he's dangerous. Very.

So that's why you're waiting for him behind the school, pulling your scarf up to shield your neck from the cold before stuffing your hands into your pockets. You're silently cursing yourself for picking such a place, when it's winter and cold. You've got every single word and action you were going to do memorised, and you already had to make some amendments to your plan due to the fact that he was late.

Best case is if he doesn't suspect anything and everything goes according to plan. Worst case scenario... Well, if he already knew what you were and attacks, you'd just have to run and pray for your life. You wouldn't rely on your combat skills to hold you off against a top tier Para.

You freeze, hearing the soft crunch of snow under someone's feet as they make their way around the corner. You brace for the scent as they draw close.

"[Name]-chan?"

Your head jerks up, eyes wide as you take in the sight of Oikawa, as if surprised that he had actually turned up.

"Sorry!" He runs up to you. "I got held up by some girls after class, and I finally got away from them..."

“I—It's okay." You mumble, looking down again as you stick the tip of your right boot into the snow, digging a small hole.

Brown eyes catch the movement and he flashes you a smile that’s meant to both disarm and calm you down. “What did you want to tell me that has you blushing so much?”

Your eyes widen, and it’s not an act as your gaze bounces up to meet his before gliding away. Because now you feel the blood that has rushed to your cheeks under his chocolate gaze. That wasn’t part of the plan, but you feel your panic ease when you realise that that might actually aid in it.

“I— I…” You squeeze your hands into fists by your side, taking a deep breath. “I like you, Oikawa-san! Will you go out with me?”

He rocks back on his heels, and you wait a split second before continuing like you were scared and embarrassed. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now! I’m sure you have other girls—”

“Of course. I’ll go out with you.”

The corners of your lips tilt up in a relieved and overjoyed smile, and you had to remind yourself about how great an actor he was himself as he put on a smile that could have made other girls swoon.

Now the stage was set for the main event.

~~~

Your left hand is hidden under the table and tablecloth, right hand on the tabletop and in plain sight. Left hand gripping the silver dagger, right hand holding the chopsticks. That’s how it always went.

The brown haired teen sitting opposite you was laughing and talking to your family. You acted embarrassed and laughed at the right moments as well.

You had tried your luck when you brought up your family dinner just a week into your relationship, not at all expecting him to agree. But he did, and that was the situation now. A completely normal family dinner, your parents and brother questioning your boyfriend like how a normal family would.

You’re enduring the talk now, and then it’d be hunting time. Normally it’d be a swift swipe and kill, but there was no way you could do that with a popular student in school. No one wanted to risk bringing in the police or drawing attention to the possibility of paranormal creatures. So hunters invented another way. It was troublesome, but you had no choice. You were going to immobilise him, weasel his species out of him, remove his abilities and and wipe his memories of the Para world.

It wouldn’t be easy to do that, what more to a high tier Para, but there were four of you here.

All you had to wait for was the change in atmosphere, but it never came. No signal, nothing. It’s only when Oikawa excused himself to go to the washroom when you loose your patience. The cheerful atmosphere fades.

“What, is there no signal now?”

Your mother glances at your father, and your brother rolls his eyes as he flatly points it out. “There isn’t a smell. I don’t know what you meant when you said he had a strong scent.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you don’t quite comprehend his words until your mother speaks up. “Honey, I think you should check again.”

“There is! I have spent one whole week withstanding that scent and I don’t know why you don’t smell it!” Your words linger in the air, and you realise that you’ve said that way too loud.

The atmosphere is still tense when Oikawa exits the washroom, but your family picks up the act. You try your best to keep up, but your vision is going blurry and your stomach is churning from the thick and suffocating stench that returned together with him.

By the time dinner ends, you’ve thought of a plan B. As Oikawa is leaving, you grab your phone and offer to walk him to the train station. You don’t worry about getting killed, because there are people who know about his dinner over at your house. You don’t think he’s that stupid as to kill you now.

But you’d had planned on stopping and confronting him at the train station, not halfway there. Well, it wasn’t you had stopped him, he stopped himself.

“Well, if you want to ask me something, ask me now.”

“What?” You narrow your eyes and slide your hands into your pockets, determined to keep up your act until you reach somewhere where it’s not just the two of you.

“You don’t have to worry, I won’t attack you or anything.” His easy and charming smile continues to dance on his lips, and you feel like slapping that smile off his face. He starts again when you open your mouth. “If you wanted to ask how I knew what you were thinking, don’t. I’ll entertain just one of your questions, so choose it wisely.”

“H-how…?” You spluttered, and he sighs dramatically.

“It seems that you have used your question in the most boring way.” He continues in a flat tone. “[Full Name]. Moved across the country for the fourth time, and I’m assuming it’s because of Paras. You probably came here to erase a demon that has been sensed, but I’m sorry to say that that’s not me that you have to hunt down. Iwa-chan has anger problems.” He adds the last part under his breath, so softly that you can’t hear. Then he picks up again.

“Your family is a family of hunters, and the trait has been passed down for generations. Oh, and I can read minds.” He casually drops those facts like they were leaves.

Your mouth drops open, and he claps his hands together, giving you a broad grin.

"What are you?" You breathe out, because his scent only seems to get stronger, and every nerve in your body is telling you not to get on his bad side.

Oikawa only laughs, stepping closer and leaning dangerously close as if he was about to share a secret. You freeze as his lips brush your ear.

"You used up your one question."

Then, there's a cold hand tugging yours out of your pocket and plucking your phone out of your grasp.

He pulls back, sticking his tongue out as he stops and deletes the voice recording you had started. "I also suggest you not do something like this again.

“So I guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” He passes your phone back to you before turning to leave, waving happily.

"Seriously..." You whisper to yourself. "What are you?"

You twist around in a split second as goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin, but there's no one there.

The wind's caress is like the brush of his lips against the shell of your ear, and his quiet, phantom voice rings in your ears, almost as if he had spoken into them.

"That's something others might kill to find out, you know."

Description

This is a Paranormal!AU where paranormal creatures exist. Shapeshifters and vampires are the most common. There are also hunters to keep them in control and ensure that they do not create havoc on Earth.
There's... Something about Oikawa Tooru that makes your nerves stand on edge. It's as if your senses are screaming that he's something out of this world. You don't mean just his looks, but he's able to make everyone, regardless of gender, like him. And you say 'everyone' because you're not one of them, not really.

You're a little different. You just have a six sense that makes you a hunter. Or huntress. Whichever. You hunt down all things paranormal, and this six sense helps you sniff them out. Yes, sniff. Apart from feeling terribly on edge and have your nerves hypersensitive around one, you can smell the distinct scent they give out. They do exist - demons, shapeshifters, vampires, gargoyles and more - but even the most experienced of hunters only find one after searching for weeks.

You can't believe that your six sense is screaming at someone who is a volleyball star, someone who stands out so much. Because if a celebrity was a Para - any sort of paranormal creature, thus the name - they would have been sniffed out ages ago.

You know there's always the possibility that he could have just had contact with a demon, but the stench would never be that strong. It's common knowledge for hunters to know that demons leave traces on humans they get close to, so you'd be able to smell out a human who had contact with one. There's no way to tell if they are truly Para or human until you wait to see if the stench fades after a week. But we're talking about weak Para here. The stronger a Para is, the stronger the smell. And Oikawa Tooru?

He reeks of it.

You don't know what the hell he is, but if the stench around him is any indication, he's dangerous. Very.

So that's why you're waiting for him behind the school, pulling your scarf up to shield your neck from the cold before stuffing your hands into your pockets. You're silently cursing yourself for picking such a place, when it's winter and cold. You've got every single word and action you were going to do memorised, and you already had to make some amendments to your plan due to the fact that he was late.

Best case is if he doesn't suspect anything and everything goes according to plan. Worst case scenario... Well, if he already knew what you were and attacks, you'd just have to run and pray for your life. You wouldn't rely on your combat skills to hold you off against a top tier Para.

You freeze, hearing the soft crunch of snow under someone's feet as they make their way around the corner. You brace for the scent as they draw close.

"[Name]-chan?"

Your head jerks up, eyes wide as you take in the sight of Oikawa, as if surprised that he had actually turned up.

"Sorry!" He runs up to you. "I got held up by some girls after class, and I finally got away from them..."

“I—It's okay." You mumble, looking down again as you stick the tip of your right boot into the snow, digging a small hole.

Brown eyes catch the movement and he flashes you a smile that’s meant to both disarm and calm you down. “What did you want to tell me that has you blushing so much?”

Your eyes widen, and it’s not an act as your gaze bounces up to meet his before gliding away. Because now you feel the blood that has rushed to your cheeks under his chocolate gaze. That wasn’t part of the plan, but you feel your panic ease when you realise that that might actually aid in it.

“I— I…” You squeeze your hands into fists by your side, taking a deep breath. “I like you, Oikawa-san! Will you go out with me?”

He rocks back on his heels, and you wait a split second before continuing like you were scared and embarrassed. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now! I’m sure you have other girls—”

“Of course. I’ll go out with you.”

The corners of your lips tilt up in a relieved and overjoyed smile, and you had to remind yourself about how great an actor he was himself as he put on a smile that could have made other girls swoon.

Now the stage was set for the main event.

~~~

Your left hand is hidden under the table and tablecloth, right hand on the tabletop and in plain sight. Left hand gripping the silver dagger, right hand holding the chopsticks. That’s how it always went.

The brown haired teen sitting opposite you was laughing and talking to your family. You acted embarrassed and laughed at the right moments as well.

You had tried your luck when you brought up your family dinner just a week into your relationship, not at all expecting him to agree. But he did, and that was the situation now. A completely normal family dinner, your parents and brother questioning your boyfriend like how a normal family would.

You’re enduring the talk now, and then it’d be hunting time. Normally it’d be a swift swipe and kill, but there was no way you could do that with a popular student in school. No one wanted to risk bringing in the police or drawing attention to the possibility of paranormal creatures. So hunters invented another way. It was troublesome, but you had no choice. You were going to immobilise him, weasel his species out of him, remove his abilities and and wipe his memories of the Para world.

It wouldn’t be easy to do that, what more to a high tier Para, but there were four of you here.

All you had to wait for was the change in atmosphere, but it never came. No signal, nothing. It’s only when Oikawa excused himself to go to the washroom when you loose your patience. The cheerful atmosphere fades.

“What, is there no signal now?”

Your mother glances at your father, and your brother rolls his eyes as he flatly points it out. “There isn’t a smell. I don’t know what you meant when you said he had a strong scent.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you don’t quite comprehend his words until your mother speaks up. “Honey, I think you should check again.”

“There is! I have spent one whole week withstanding that scent and I don’t know why you don’t smell it!” Your words linger in the air, and you realise that you’ve said that way too loud.

The atmosphere is still tense when Oikawa exits the washroom, but your family picks up the act. You try your best to keep up, but your vision is going blurry and your stomach is churning from the thick and suffocating stench that returned together with him.

By the time dinner ends, you’ve thought of a plan B. As Oikawa is leaving, you grab your phone and offer to walk him to the train station. You don’t worry about getting killed, because there are people who know about his dinner over at your house. You don’t think he’s that stupid as to kill you now.

But you’d had planned on stopping and confronting him at the train station, not halfway there. Well, it wasn’t you had stopped him, he stopped himself.

“Well, if you want to ask me something, ask me now.”

“What?” You narrow your eyes and slide your hands into your pockets, determined to keep up your act until you reach somewhere where it’s not just the two of you.

“You don’t have to worry, I won’t attack you or anything.” His easy and charming smile continues to dance on his lips, and you feel like slapping that smile off his face. He starts again when you open your mouth. “If you wanted to ask how I knew what you were thinking, don’t. I’ll entertain just one of your questions, so choose it wisely.”

“H-how…?” You spluttered, and he sighs dramatically.

“It seems that you have used your question in the most boring way.” He continues in a flat tone. “[Full Name]. Moved across the country for the fourth time, and I’m assuming it’s because of Paras. You probably came here to erase a demon that has been sensed, but I’m sorry to say that that’s not me that you have to hunt down. Iwa-chan has anger problems.” He adds the last part under his breath, so softly that you can’t hear. Then he picks up again.

“Your family is a family of hunters, and the trait has been passed down for generations. Oh, and I can read minds.” He casually drops those facts like they were leaves.

Your mouth drops open, and he claps his hands together, giving you a broad grin.

"What are you?" You breathe out, because his scent only seems to get stronger, and every nerve in your body is telling you not to get on his bad side.

Oikawa only laughs, stepping closer and leaning dangerously close as if he was about to share a secret. You freeze as his lips brush your ear.

"You used up your one question."

Then, there's a cold hand tugging yours out of your pocket and plucking your phone out of your grasp.

He pulls back, sticking his tongue out as he stops and deletes the voice recording you had started. "I also suggest you not do something like this again.

“So I guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” He passes your phone back to you before turning to leave, waving happily.

"Seriously..." You whisper to yourself. "What are you?"

You twist around in a split second as goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin, but there's no one there.

The wind's caress is like the brush of his lips against the shell of your ear, and his quiet, phantom voice rings in your ears, almost as if he had spoken into them.

"That's something others might kill to find out, you know."