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Let it be known that Oikawa liked music. He even liked people, though he definitely preferred his close friends to strangers, especially if there was a lot of them. Oikawa also liked dancing and the idea of just hanging out all night with his friends, even if he knew he’d wake up cranky in the morning (it wouldn’t matter, it would be Saturday). What Oikawa really didn’t like was the idea of a party at some stupid nightclub with way too much people he didn’t know. It sounded nothing but overwhelming. If it was on him, he definitely would’ve preferred to wait with trying that one out until he was of age, or preferably, never, but his friends seemed to think otherwise. Even Iwa looked pretty excited, at least to Oikawa, he was pretty sure no one else would be able to tell – Makki and Mattsun did spends precious minutes convincing him when he was already convinced. Oikawa, on the other hand, was not convinced at all.
„Come onnn, ’Kawa,” Makki clinged to him, trying to untangle his arms that were folded in front of his chest but Oikawa was not giving in. „It’ll be fun. Don’t you wanna let loose for one night?”
Oikawa didn’t. At all. And even if he did, his idea of “letting loose” was not a nightclub, a place he knew he’d hate and he would have to perform all night as a guy who’s enjoying himself.
„How do you even plan to get in? Neither of us is of age,” he asked, sceptical, the frown deepening on his face.
„I got that covered,” Mattsun waved and that really did not calm Oikawa’s nerves. But then he looked at Iwa who, for the first time in a while, did not try to avoid his gaze. If Oikawa could’ve stopped himself from even noticing his presence by going back in time, he probably would’ve. The look Iwa gave him was practically pleading. And if Iwa wanted him to go, maybe he could. Maybe he could even make himself actually enjoy it somehow. It was Iwa after all. Hajime. And he had a hard time saying no to him.
„Fine,” he huffed and Makki jumped up in celebration. „But this is a onetime thing and I won’t drink,” he added but the other wasn’t paying attention to him at all, jumping around like an excited puppy. Mattsun watched him with a fond smile on his face and Oikawa would’ve felt the same if he wasn’t terrified of what was to come and also, if he wasn’t preoccupied with his telepathic conversation with Iwa.
Not like they actually conversed telepathically, but Iwa’s eyes did look like he was thanking him and Oikawa’s did soften at the site and he could read the little concern that slipped into his gaze to which Oikawa slightly shook his head. One time won’t kill him and if Iwa wanted to go, he decided that he was willing to make some sacrifices.
Which, in hindsight, was probably a really big mistake on his part. They did enter the nightclub (for some reason, they didn’t check IDs, Oikawa almost cursed in disappointment at that) and the three got themselves a drink (Oikawa asked for a Coke with zero sugar), deciding to go for the dancefloor almost immediately. Oikawa could feel his chest tighten as they moved past around twelve people (he counted them) of which three accidentally bumped into him. Iwa put his hand on Oikawa’s shoulder reassuringly and it did calm him for a total of two seconds.
Iwa had no idea how to dance. Makki neither. Mattsun actually looked like he had some steps but instead he was just joking around with his two extremely clumsy friends who looked like they were having fun. Oikawa knew how to dance but every minute somebody bumped into him and when he finally got himself over it and would’ve started paying attention to the music (which, mind you, was unreasonably loud), someone bumped into him again. He couldn’t believe no one had anything better to do on a Friday night than be at that stupid club.
After a few songs, he has had enough. Fuck making sacrifices, he was not one of those people, he was getting out of there. Iwa caught his arm while he was leaving (right, he forgot to announce it, oops) and raised an eyebrow at him to which Oikawa tried his very best not to tear his hair out.
„You guys have fun, I’ll just go for a bit of uhh, fresh air,” he smiled slightly instead. Iwa looked at him suspiciously so Oikawa needed a lie that was a half-truth because his stupid best friend knew when his smile was fake so he needed to have a reason for it to be fake other than the fact that he knew this would happen, and being mad at his friends for convincing him anyway. „Fucking hate this song and it’s a bit loud for me, honestly but don’t leave for me, I’ll be fine. I’ll just go, use the bathroom, clear my head a bit,” he shrugged, softening his smile which really wasn’t that hard looking at his best friends. Iwa’s gaze on him was scrutinizing but in the end, he just nodded and turned back to the other two. It did hurt a bit even though it was the exact result Oikawa was going for.
He decided to actually use the bathroom, and to his credit, he did plan to go back after pulling himself together. He was Oikawa fucking Tooru, for heaven’s sake he was a good enough actor by that point in his life that he could make it seem like he was enjoying the party, especially now that he knew exactly what to expect. But at the mere thought of going back out, he felt the dread running through his body. Sure, he could’ve put his mask back and pretend that he was having the time of his life, hopefully tricking his friends and maybe even himself but he was tired and annoyed and petty because he knew he wasn’t going to have fun and they practically forced him to come.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, tearing at his hair. He splashed some water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror for a solid minute before that. The guy who stared back at him was almost snarling, saying things like “let your friends rot, for all we care” and while that wasn’t true, his influence was stronger than Oikawa’s half-assed arguments as to why he should go back. He quickly scanned through the mental image of the place in his mind, in hope of finding a more secluded corner so he didn’t have to not go back but he didn’t really have to go back either. He faintly recalled a sofa around the drink ball and he smiled in victory, before splashing water on his face again and taking a deep breath, readying himself for going out.
The sofa was empty which he was extremely grateful for. It was also pretty far away from the main stage, and somewhat secluded so he sat down with a low sigh and hoped to stay there for the rest of the night (which, he prayed to whoever heard him wouldn’t be too long).
Based on the amount of songs he heard, he sat there for about seven minutes before he noticed the familiar face. He couldn’t yet find his friends in the crowd, but they were definitely farther. After like a minute of staring at him (he was always pretty, but he looked in his element, Oikawa didn’t really blame himself for wanting to just enjoy the sight at least, if there was nothing else enjoyable about that stupid fucking party (he mentally apologized to Iwaizumi at the thought, even though his best friend was technically the reason he was there in the first place)), Sugawara noticed him too and his eyes widened in curiousity. His pupils were very obviously dilated a bit, probably due to the alcohol he has clearly drank. And just what was Karasuno’s number two doing there?
“If this isn’t Oikawa Tooru,” he pointed out happily, once reaching him. He didn’t sit down, he just looked down at the brown haired boy with a disoriented smile.
“Mr. Refreshing,” Oikawa greeted and Sugawara’s smile turned into a grin. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same, you know.”
“And yet, you didn’t,” Oikawa pointed out, not taking his eyes away from the guy. His outfit was for sure something. Jeans so ripped, they barely counted as trousers and a cropped band tea. He furrowed his eyebrows because he really didn’t take Sugawara as some sort of alt guy. “Nice outfit, by the way.”
“Ah, they’re borrowed clothes. I didn’t really have an idea what people wear when they go clubbing,” he chuckled and that definitely made more sense. It was still a nice outfit though which definitely didn’t look bad on the guy. “I was curious, I guess and I heard about tonight’s, well, changed rules,” he winked at Oikawa which at least explained why they didn’t check IDs, “so I asked some guys from middle school if they wanted to come.”
Sugawara seemed to be sober enough to form complicated sentences but his words did slur together a bit sometimes. He was still probably tipsy at best.
“Why not teammates?” Oikawa raised an eyebrow. Sugawara shrugged.
“I love them, but I’m not gonna drag the underclassmen into trouble and neither Daichi or Asahi are the types of people who’d enjoy this. I’m guessing you aren’t either,” Sugawara said pointedly, looking at Oikawa who was sitting on the sofa with his legs brought up to his chest. Okay, so he probably looked a little pathetic. Whatever. Hopefully Sugawara was drunk enough to not remember (he very obviously wasn’t).
For a few seconds, neither of them talked but Sugawara looked at him with a calculating gaze. Oikawa didn’t look away and raised an eyebrow after a while, which held an unspoken question. After that, Sugawara sat down, a few decimeters away from Oikawa who smiled to himself.
“Where are your teammates?” he asked, looking ahead, with a lazy smile on his face. Oikawa didn’t know the answer to that.
“Somewhere there,” he waved in the direction where he last remembered them.
“Without you?” Sugawara raised an eyebrow. Oikawa scoffed which surprised him a bit but Sugawara didn’t seem taken aback.
“Obviously,” he said pointedly. Was Oikawa there? Clearly not. He was sitting on a sofa with a member from the team who crushed his dreams. What a great fucking night, wasn’t it? Letting loose and all that.
“Why aren’t you there?” Sugawara leaned closer but not uncomfortably so, just curiously. Oikawa still leaned back a bit, to be safe. Still, Sugawara’s company was not entirely bad. As much as he hated Karasuno, he was, without a doubt, their most sympathetic member. Plus, he had a weirdly warm presence. Maybe that’s why Oikawa answered truthfully. Or maybe just because it was probably already obvious anyway.
“The music’s loud, the people are assholes and there’s too much of them and I have no idea how and why would this shithole be enjoyable to anyone,” he admitted, letting go of his knees but still not putting his legs down from the sofa. Sugawara looked understanding, and maybe he even hummed but that was not audible at a place like that. Another downside.
“This is why people drink at places like this, y’know? Don’t you want one?” he tried but Oikawa shook his head stubbornly. “Well, then. Wanna get out of here?” Sugawara smiled invitingly and Oikawa sighed at the tone because this was starting to feel like some interrogation and... wait what.
“What?” he asked out loud which made Sugawara chuckle.
“Why would you stay here if you’re not having fun?” he asked and was his smile mischievous?
“Why would I go anywhere with you?” Oikawa said pointedly because as much as it wasn’t bad to talk to someone who actually paid attention to him, he was still someone from Karasuno and Oikawa was definitely not over that loss.
“Why not? Don’t you call me Mr. Refreshing?”
“To your team! Not to me!”
“I could be to you too,” Sugawara winked and this was the second time he surprised Oikawa that night which was three times too much.
“Are you flirting with me?” he raised an eyebrow after a few seconds of silence. The boy shrugged, the smile never leaving his face. “Wouldn’t your friends be mad?” Sugawara scoffed at that.
“Nah,” he shook his head. “They needed company and me too but it’s not like we’re really friends. They’ll probably think I found myself a hook up or something and forget I was even there.”
Actually, that one, Oikawa did notice. When he first saw Sugawara, he was enjoying himself, yes, listening and swaying around to the music but he looked completely out of place, originally more in a positive way, like someone fascinating amongst the boring crowd but he still didn’t really fit there. He just didn’t expect Sugawara to notice, point out and not be bothered by that.
“Well, which is the bigger evil? Me or the party?” Sugawara tilted his head sideways and Oikawa knew the answer to that.
The outside air was cold, given that it was pretty late, past midnight already. He took his phone out to text a message to Iwaizumi, while Sugawara looked around, Oikawa didn’t really know for what.
me: i left
me: sorry couldn’t take it
me: you guys stay and have fun tho i’m fine
me: i’m not alone also but it’s fine, i know the person (you do too), they’re safe
me: ily have fun
“Well, can we go?” Sugawara asked, smiling and holding his hand out to Oikawa, already a few steps ahead of him. Oikawa couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight. Mr. Refreshing’s hair was just long enough for the wind to play with it and he looked so confident on the surface and so sweet and warm and maybe he was just what Oikawa needed. At least for that night.
“Where?” he asked, after taking the other boy’s hand. “And why do you feel the need to act like a shoujou manga protagonist?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I taking your role?” Sugawara raised an eyebrow, starting to drag Oikawa away from the place. Oikawa rolled his eyes but he did find the comment somewhat funny. Just what was he doing? Maybe there was something in his Coke (that he bought capped and kept with himself the whole night) because why the hell was he walking around Sendai in the middle of the night holding hands with Karasuno’s number two?
“You didn’t answer my first question,” Oikawa pointed out with furrowed eyebrows. Sugawara turned to face him with a grin which Oikawa did not like.
“It’s a surprise,” he said and Oikawa narrowed his eyes at him. “Unless... unless you’re not comfortable with that?”
Oikawa wasn’t. He knew he should be because he did trust Sugawara – they weren’t friends but it would’ve been obvious to anyone that he wasn’t a bad guy and Oikawa was a great judge of character anyway – but he was pretty sick of not being in control of the situation around him.
“To a bar,” Sugawara decided to answer before Oikawa could say anything. “It’s not that far away from here and I think you’d like it better. There are not a lot of spaces open at the middle of the night after all.”
“Sounds like going from one hell to another,” Oikawa murmured and Sugawara laughed at him, which, rude. “Kick a man when he’s down, why don’t you?” he decided to say which only earned him another grin. Was Mr. Refreshing always this confident or was it the alcohol?
“I promise, it’s not like that. I really think you’ll like it,” he reassured him before grinning again, and pulling on Oikawa’s arm a bit before letting go and starting to run. He let out a carefree laugh and turned back towards Oikawa who was smiling because as surreal the situation was it seemed at least as much fun. He ran after the boy and while they didn’t really talk this way, Sugawara’s laugh and carefreeness was infectious, plus they arrived at the place after less than fifteen minutes.
Sugawara leaned at the outside wall of the house, out of breath. Oikawa laughed at him.
“Not funny,” Sugawara complained which only made Oikawa laugh more. He then felt his phone vibrate. He checked the messages Iwa had sent him while Sugawara pulled himself together.
short king: wait what
short king: oikawa you ok
me: yes iwachan i promise you i’m ok
me: just trust me on this and have fun
me: i think i’ll have fun too
short king: fuck oiks sorry
short king: i knew you didn’t want to come
me: dude stop worrying so fucking much you’ll go bald
me: girls already don’t like you
short king: suck a dick
me: on it ;)
short king: ew
me: just have fun for once in your life w/ worrying about me, yeah?
me: ily
short king: whatever
short king: we’ll talk tomorrow?
me: yeah yeah
me: say it back >:
short king: i love you too idiot
me: <33
“Everything ok?” Sugawara raised an eyebrow, walking closer to him. Oikawa nodded with a actual, genuine smile, albeit small. “Shall we go in, then?” he asked, opening the door for Oikawa.
“A real gentleman, aren’t you?” Oikawa smirked, walking in.
“Actually I’m pretty sure a gentleman would go in first when it’s a bar in case of a fight,” the woman behind the counter pointed out, amused. Oikawa chuckled and looked over at her. She had her hair dyed blue, though her dark roots were growing out – it still barely reached his shoulders. Oikawa wasn’t sure since he wasn’t close enough but her eyes looked familiarly warm. There were quite a few people at the place that he could see from the corner of his eyes but it was much much less crowded and he barely heard the music. He let out a relieved sigh, turning his head towards Sugawara, who had a slight blush on his face. “Not like that’s a possibility here, so you get a pass for that, Koushi.”
“Shut up, you already ruined it,” Sugawara pouted walking in. Oikawa followed him without a second thought, trying to figure out just why did this woman call Mr. Refreshing by his first name. Sugawara did surprise him a few times that night but he was pretty sure it had to be a relative. “Oikawa, this is my cousin, Hayashi Keiko. Keiko, this is Oikawa Tooru.”
“The star volleyball player?” Hayashi raised an eyebrow, the amused smile never leaving her lips but she looked genuinely surprised at that. It was rare that people have heard about him but didn’t know how he looked. He was pretty sure it was due to Sugawara’s connection to the volleyball world – the woman most likely didn’t care enough to watch interviews and such but still listened to her cousin when he talked about volleyball, maybe even watched his matches but that was less likely. Maybe she checked how the matches ended in the newspaper. Which would mean... “Hey, isn’t he from the team you defeated last time?”
“Ah, yeah,” Sugawara answered nervously. It was a valid reaction, given that it very much was a sore topic for Oikawa and if he wasn’t so eager to get out of that club, he probably would’ve never talked to anyone from Karasuno in a positive manner, ever. Sugawara was lucky that he was actually interesting when Oikawa ignored his resentment which was easy when he was more focused on hating that fucking place. “Anyway, he doesn’t drink, so do you have some non-alcoholic cocktail prepared?”
“You know, technically, you also could only get non-alcoholic cocktails,” Hayashi narrowed her eyes, as she made her way to the fridge filled with different kinds of sodas and juices.
“Well, it doesn’t count if you don’t sell it because I don’t pay for it, now does it?” Sugawara leaned on the counter confidently. Hayashi laughed, while getting out some blackberry juice and carbonated water.
“I’m pretty sure it does,” Oikawa pointed out even though he wasn’t sure but he really wanted to break Sugawara’s confidence a little. The boy only grinned at him though – he really had to stop doing that – and watched as Hayashi mixed ingredients together with practiced precision. It was an enthralling sight for sure.
Once Hayashi was done with both cocktails, she pushed it towards the two boys on the counter with a smile on her face. “Virgin Blackberry Mojito for Mr. I don’t drink because I’m a pro athlete and Pina Colada for my favorite cousin.”
Oikawa was almost taken aback by the girl’s comment on him not drinking because of being an athlete. She was right but not a lot of people thought of that, hearing Oikawa’s stubborn refusal to even try alcohol. Sure, he wasn’t keen on losing control either, or the whole putting poison in his body bit but his main reason was and has always been keeping his muscles completely intact for volleyball because behind every decision he made in his life, volleyball was probably there somehow. With most Japanese people having tried alcohol as minors and a lot of them keeping the habit later on too, his opinion of it has always been viewed as weird and self-righteous but he really just wanted to always be in top shape for volleyball. Was that so bad?
“I’m your only cousin,” Sugawara pointed out to his nickname, taking the drink from the counter. “And I don’t know what you want, but flattery doesn’t get you anywhere.”
“Do you want to have to pay for those drinks?” Hayashi said with her lips pursed, crossing her arms in front of her chest disapprovingly.
“I meant, thank you my absolute favorite cousin who I love the most,” Sugawara brought out his charming smile and Oikawa did not miss the fondness in Hayashi’s expression.
“Just so you know, I’m telling Hana and Giichi you said that,” she said offhandedly.
“Are they the ones who make the best Pina Colada? Didn’t think so.”
“You’re lucky that flattery does work on me,” Hayashi sighed, moving away from them, seeing as another costumer was waiting to be able places their order.
“Love you too,” Sugawara waved, leading Oikawa to a secluded table around the... wait was that a foosball table? Oikawa looked at Sugawara with a surprised face who was just grinning at him, clearly satisfied with himself. “Yap. There’s also a mini arcade in the back and tons of board games.”
“This is the perfect place,” Oikawa said without thinking and Sugawara chuckled but it was clear that he agreed. “Why were you at a nightclub when you could’ve just come here and get free drinks too?”
“Told you. I was curious. It wasn’t bad per se, but I also definitely prefer it here,” he said, as he pulled out a chair for Oikawa.
“Are we on a date right now?” Oikawa raised an eyebrow, without sitting down. Sugawara looked at him, clearly amused by the question.
“Of course not. I’d ask you on a date properly, if I wanted to take you on one,” he said, sitting down on the other side of the table. Oikawa looked at him with narrowed eyes then decided to sit down anyway. It would’ve been awkward to just stand there because he refused to sit on a chair the guy pulled out for him.
“If?” Oikawa raised on eyebrow. Sugawara grinned.
“Would you have preferred when?”
They drank their cocktails – it was as good as it looked – and went to play with some arcade games (how dare did Sugawara win not once but twice??), ending up at the foosball table with a girl and a guy joining against them. Sugawara was good at that too but no matter if Oikawa had never really played foosball before, he did have the reflexes of a volleyball player he was clearly the MVP, and them being on the same team, they won without much fight put up. The other pair congratulated them and after that more and more people came to try to defeat the pair but no one could, though two girls almost managed.
“How are you guys so good?” a girl asked, leaning her back to a nearby table with a cider in hand. Oikawa grinned.
“Volleyball reflexes,” he said and Sugawara chuckled next to him.
“Wait, aren’t you that guy that has been on the TV before?” someone else asked (Oikawa wasn’t sure if they were a guy or a girl) and that only made the silver haired boy laugh more. He was on his third cocktail at that point and he had clearly drank at the nightclub too so he had to be quite affected by it but he seemed like he was having fun, so Oikawa wasn’t really worried.
“Yeah! If you’re gonna hit it, hit it ‘til it breaks?” a guy nearly shouted from a few meters away. It wasn’t exactly crowded but there were around seven people around them.
“Yap, that’s me,” Oikawa nodded. “Didn’t expect to be recognized but what can I say? My fame is ahead of me.”
“How humble of you,” Sugawara teased.
“Wait, are you also on that team then?” the girl with the cider asked and they looked at each other knowingly.
“Unfortunately, no. But I’ll be honest with you, I’m pretty sure Suga-chan here could’ve fit in with my precious team very well,” he answered and looked at Sugawara who had a calculating gaze. Yeah, so Oikawa decided to flirt back sometimes. Screw him, but Sugawara was kind and fun and looked so fucking beautiful under the warm but faint light at the bar. “Well, we’ll leave the foosball to you guys then, we’re obviously the champions anyway,” he turned back to the others. Most of them laughed at the comment and Oikawa walked away with a smile, Sugawara following him.
“I live near,” Sugawara said, almost offhandedly, as they headed back towards their table.
“Ah, I think mom would not like it if I didn’t go home,” Oikawa turned it down immediately. It was a lie and he could only hope, Sugawara didn’t notice. The thing is, as much as he joked, he preferred this: hanging out and joking around. Sure, he wouldn’t have minded kissing the pretty boy next to him but he was pretty sure that’s not what Sugawara had meant.
“That’s fair,” he said after nodding slowly. ”When’s your curfew?” he asked, leaning his back to the table, not too different from the girl with the cider, just more beautiful (and maybe more in need of support).
“It’s more like... she doesn’t know I left so it wouldn’t go well if she found my bed empty in the morning,” he shrugged and Sugawara nodded, amused.
“Let’s exchange numbers then?” he offered and Oikawa looked at him for a while because he was interested but well, he knew he would never be good enough for anyone for multiple reasons. He could not say that though and Suga was fun and it’s not like he really cared about possibly breaking the boy’s heart but still, this is exactly why Iwa-chan said he had a shitty personality. He frowned at that thought.
“I’m not really-“ he started but Sugawara interrupted him.
“Looking for anything serious? Cool. Me neither,” he said and Oikawa looked at him with an eyebrow raised but Sugawara held his gaze.
“Really? That’s hard to believe, honestly. You look like a real romantic,” he argued and he was honest. Sugawara didn’t seem like the type for casual.
“Well, you don’t know everything about me, do you now?” Sugawara shrugged, widening his smile and while his tone wasn’t exactly serious, the meaning of his words was, at least to a degree. Oikawa thought about for a bit then nodded and took his phone out. The first thing he notice is that he had quite a few messages, the second that they happened a span of a few hours which meant he completely ignored them while hanging out with Sugawara.
sidepiece: hello???? iwa said ur hooking up with someone??
sidepiece: wtf dudeeee
sidepiece: break my heart will u
sidepiece: how could u do this to me
sidepiece: no but seriously wtf write backkk im curiouss
sidepiece: wtf do you hate me
sidepiece: traitor T-T
goth girl: dude you left me with drunk makki and drunk iwa i’m not sure i can do this
goth girl: god’s giving his strongest battles to his weakest soldiers :(
goth girl: you ok tho
short king: will you need a ride home?
He decided to ignore Makki (he did plan to write back to Mattsun but he forgot) and hovered his finger over the keyboard in his messages with Iwa.
“Uhh, I have no idea how to get home,” he said then. Sugawara chuckled. “I probably shouldn’t walk alone at night?”
“Depends. To where?” Sugawara asked and Oikawa shrugged.
“We came with taxi so quite possibly an hour from here by walking?” he wondered before writing Iwa a quick “probably” and moving back to his contacts, opening a new one. “Write in your number,” he handed it over to Mr. Refreshing who nodded and did so. Meanwhile Oikawa wondered if he should walk home. He wasn’t sure he was ready to face his friends.
“Why not you driving? I mean why didn’t you? Coming here” asked Sugawara curiously, after giving back his phone to Oikawa, who went back to the messages.
“Don’t have a license,” he shrugged, opening his conversation with Iwa who has since already answered.
short king: can you get back in half an hour?
me: yeah but do i have to
short king: taxi fee is already high bitch
me: ugh
me: fine whatever i don’t wanna walk home
short king: ok
“I have to get back to the club, I think,” Oikawa looked up. Sugawara thought for a moment then nodded.
“Yeah, I can walk you for a bit, it’s not that big’a detour.”
Oikawa nodded and tried to think of something that would make the situation less uncomfortable but by the time he could say anything, Sugawara grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the counter.
“One last drink,” he grinned before asking for another Pina Colada from Hayashi.
“Just water for me this time,” Oikawa said and Hayashi smiled at him before getting to making another yellow cocktail for her cousin. She was nice. Oikawa wondered how many guys Suga have brought to her bar before. Logically, he didn’t think it was a lot but she also immediately got the situation with them two so he wasn’t entirely sure.
As they waited for the Hayashi to mix, Oikawa’s phone vibrated again. He got it out, in case it was something important but he had a hunch it wasn’t.
sidepiece: oh so u answer to iwa but not to me
sidepiece: wow oikawa
sidepiece: i can’t belevie after three years i still mean nothing to u
me: it is my thing to be dramatic you know
me: aren’t you supposed to be dancing
sidepiece: HAH HE WROTE BACK TO ME FIRST SUCK IT MATTSUN
sidepiece: wait wrong chqt
sidepiece: who are you withhhhh
me: no comment
“My friends are so weird,” Oikawa said out loud with a sigh, after receiving a bottle of water. Sugawara looked at him pointedly.
“Yeah, dragging someone to a club only to ignore him after is pretty fucking weird,” he said, while practically inhaling the cocktail. Oikawa raised an eyebrow at him for both the action and his words. Sugawara didn’t answer to either. “Or more like, shitty.”
“Not their fault, I wasn’t enjoying myself,” he shrugged, sitting down on a bar stool as he waited for Sugawara to finish the cocktail. “Is it a big deal that I left?”
“I don’t think so,” Sugawara said, letting go of the straw for a bit. “I mean what the fuck, you were sitting on the sofa with your fucking legs pulled up, you had no reason to stay. You didn’t leave them alone and you told them what was up.”
“Still. I went with them. It was supposed to be our night, or whatever.”
“Do you feel bad about it?”
“No but I’m pretty sure I should,” Oikawa shrugged then frowned upon hearing what he had just said. Sugawara made him awfully honest and while he wasn’t under the influence, what he was is tired.
“Yeah, well, I think you shouldn’t. Even if it was an asshole move, what they did was too so you’re even. Who cares? They had fun, you had fun, no?”
“Yeah,” Oikawa smiled at the water. “Whatever. Are you finished yet?”
“I’m pretty sure I recall you judging me a minute ago for drinking too fast,” he narrowed his eyes at Oikawa who just laughed. God, he laughed so much that night. Sugawara smiled as he put the straw back between his lips. He stood up after a minute or so, ready to go. Oikawa stared at him amusedly. He had a bit of a hard time standing up straight. His head must’ve hurt from drinking so fast too. “Let’s go!” he raised his fist up in the air and Oikawa smiled as he stood up. They both waved goodbye to the people at the bar (especially to Hayashi) and went back into the cold air.
This time, they talked back on the walk but they were mostly just joking around without any real direction to the conversation. He could not for the life of him recall any topic they had talked about in those ten minutes. He faintly remembered him mentioning aliens which he hoped Sugawara wouldn’t remember. It was way too early for him to know just how much of a nerd Oikawa could be.
Sugawara stopped them a few minutes before the club, saying that he should take a turn there and Oikawa should be fine too. He nodded and almost turned to continue walking before realizing that that meant they should say goodbye. He didn’t really know how should he do that so he just stared at Sugawara who stared back so that was fun.
“Can I kiss you?” Sugawara asked then and that was when Oikawa realized that the other boy wasn’t staring at him the same way he was staring at Suga. He blinked a few times before looking at Suga’s lips, not knowing what to say. Did he want to? Sure. As he had realized before, multiple times that night, Suga was good-looking. He was also extremely good company and interesting and his lips looked very soft, even after all the cocktails he consumed. He definitely was the type of guy, Oikawa could see himself like (maybe even love), if not for their team’s rivalry and Oikawa’s pathetic years long old crush on-
“Yeah,” he breathed, pushing the traitorous thought away. Maybe this would get him to forget about his feelings for Iwa, once and for all.
They didn’t. The kiss was nice though. Almost surprisingly, given that he was kissing someone who was very much not sober. He tasted like the coconuts from his cocktails. Oikawa decided to share that with him. Sugawara grinned at that, and kissed him again, a little deeper, a little more daring and well, momentarily but the kiss did make him forget about everything and everyone else.
“Talk to you later,” Suga whispered right next to Oikawa’s lips. He shuddered at that a bit. Suga smiled at him one last time before turning away and walking in the other direction. Oikawa stood there for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what he had gotten himself into.
Oikawa didn’t register anything from his walk alone. He reached the side of the club, around twenty-five minutes after Iwa asked him if he could be there in half an hour and leaned his back to the wall, with a faint smile on his face. This was about to be interesting.
He wasn’t left alone for too long. A very drunk and very disoriented guy stopped in front of him, with a few guys laughing in the background. He raised a very unimpressed eyebrow at him.
“Where’s ya boyfriend?” the guy asked after a few seconds of just staring at him then burst out laughing. Oikawa blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what was happening.
“Why? Wanted to shoot your shot?” he tilted his head, slowly moving a bit away from the wall, in case he needed to run. Because well, the guy was extremely drunk but it probably still wasn’t the best idea to pick a fight with a group of random boys who looked definitely older than him. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know another way of handling bullies than fighting back and showing who was in charge though.
The guy’s friend group ooh-ed and a few seconds later, probably finally putting together what Oikawa has said to him, the guy in front of him looked back up with anger in his eyes. Oikawa stared ahead at him, unwavering.
“Hoping to get beaten?” the guy asked but he looked somewhat menacing. Like someone with a gun that he didn’t know how to use if you knew that there were no bullets in that gun. Well, maybe one bullet.
“Honestly, I’d like to see you try,” Oikawa scoffed, without any emotion in his voice, moving a little to the side. The guy glared at him for a second before raising his fist. Oikawa lifted his eyebrow and watched as the guy tried to throw a punch. He didn’t even have to react because it was so off. The next one, he leaned back from but the guy was so slow, he had no chance of actually hitting him. The only problem was if his friends decided to join in but that didn’t seem like the case. Still, he was glad when he noticed Mattsun’s tall figure in the back, mostly because some aggressive homophobic guy, with no aim was really no fun at all.
“What the fuck?” Iwa asked as he stood between the guy and Oikawa. Makki and Mattsun stared menacingly too, as much as they were capable of it at their state.
“He was asking for it!” the guy yelled and Oikawa could see Iwa’s mouth move to argue back before he stopped and looked at Oikawa with an eyebrow raised.
“I may have said something of the sorts,” Oikawa shrugged and Iwa sighed before turning back to the guy.
“I’m sorry on my friend’s behalf,” he said, before turning away, keeping his arm around Oikawa’s shoulder.
“Hey! Don’t apologize, he was being homophobic,” Oikawa pouted and Iwa stopped before turning back, examining the guy a bit more.
“Oh? I’m not sorry then. Come on, our taxi’s here.”
“Iwa-chan, my saviour,” Oikawa batted his eyelashes after turning around so Iwa wasn’t dragging him. His comment made both Makki and Mattsun chuckle and Iwa smiled a little too. The guy probably decided to give up at that point. Served him right.
“Didn’t look like you needed one to me,” he pointed out and Oikawa shrugged with his free shoulder, letting Iwa lean onto him. He was pretty drunk too, though the adrenaline of seeing Oikawa in a fight (which, it really wasn’t but maybe it looked like it from the outside) must’ve sobered him up a little.
“So? Are you gonna tell us where you were?” Mattsun nudged him with his shoulder. Oikawa smirked at him.
“Nope.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” Makki sighed and Oikawa laughed before guiding Iwa into the backseat of the car he assumed was their taxi. He moved to the other side, deciding that he’ll be nice this time and sit in the middle. Only because he wasn’t sure Iwa or Makki wouldn’t through up having to sit there for almost twenty minutes and Mattsun was the tallest amongst them.
“Did you have fun?” Iwa asked him leaning a bit ahead, so he could look at his face. Oikawa couldn’t quite decipher his expression, probably because of how disoriented Iwa looked.
“Yeah,” he smiled and he was not stupid enough to not notice the fondness in his voice. “Did you guys?”
“It was sooo fun, ‘Kawa,” Makki nodded eagerly. Mattsun agreed with a hearty laugh and Iwa nodded too before leaning back. “I think I was made for clubbing. This should be my job.”
Oikawa scoffed but listened without showing his disinterest as Makki rambled on about how fun the club was.