𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗|𝗶𝘄𝗮𝗼𝗶

"ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴇᴍɪ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ?"

Oikawa sits in Kiyoko's old vanity chair as he picks invisible dust off of his white sweater.The top resembles winter snow and its the perfect mix of fitted and loose.

Semi insisted to loosely tuck it into his turquoise jeans so it fluffs out of the sides.His white Balenciaga's sat somewhere downstairs near the door.

And here he was, watching Semi do his eyeliner and lipgloss in the mirror.Why he needed lipgloss?Oikawa wouldn't be able to answer that.Usually he would just wear some carmax.

But he just let Semi do whatever, it was his idea anyways.An idea Oikawa didn't know why or how he agreed to.

Maybe because he was tired of the public how much of a sad man he must be.Maybe because he was tired of paparazzi hanging out at his front door.Maybe because he had interviews upon interviews people wanted him to come to.

It was like people wanted him to be sad.

Oikawa Tooru doesn't do sad, he rises up to the occasion and wows everyone with how he holds himself.

Oikawa Tooru holds his emotions inside until his top breaks open and they all leak out.

"Iwaizumi likes taller guys and I think Kiyoko left some of her heels here, want me to go look for them?" Semi mumbles, licking his thumb and wiping of a smudge from Oikawa's eye.

Oikawa didn't have time to be disgusted by Semi's saliva touching his face, he could only focus one word.

Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi, isn't that the model....isn't he a male??

"What's Iwaizumi's first name?" Oikawa mumbles, spinning the chair around to face his bed where Semi laid sprawled out.

"Hajime, Iwaizumi Hajime"

Oikawa clutches his phone in his left hand and uses his right to grab the closes thing in sight (which happened to be one of Kiyoko's purses), and threw it.

The purse knocked semi's phone out of his hands and then hit him in the face.

"What the fuck, Tooru" Semi growls as he sits up, grabbing his phone off the floor to check for any cracks.

"You- YOU SET ME UP WITH A MAN, DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS?!?" Oikawa screams loud enough he was pretty sure the neighbors four acres away could hear.

Semi finally seems to process this as his eyes widen, "if we're being truthful here, it wasn't me who set you up with him"

"Then who would it be semi" Oikawa crosses his arms.

"......listen Kawa, you can't be straight" Semi nervously laughs.

"And why not Semi, why not"

"You look like a gay man in disguise" Semi shrugs.

And that was the last thing Semi said before running down the hall.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU HAVE TO DRIVE ME TO THE MEETING PLACE, BASTARD" Oikawa screams as he runs after him (more like sliding on his socks against the wood floors).

Oikawa fell down the stairs.