The Storyteller (Oikawa Tooru x reader)

4. lonely together

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Yes, you didn't know much about Oikawa, but from what you gathered on surface level, he wasn't the type to hide in a bathroom during a party. In fact, you'd assumed that he would be one of the drunkards downstairs, living it up like any other extrovert; yet here he was, in the toilet, looking incredibly tired.

For a moment, all you could do was stare from where you knelt, taking in his presence.

Oikawa studied your expression, before letting slip a scoff. "What's that face for, huh?"

You took offence, and scowled lightly at him, wiping away the sick at the corners of your mouth. "I-I just didn't expect to see you in here," you muttered defensively, standing up, and making your way over to the sink.

"At the party or in the bathroom?" he questioned, leaning against the door, placing his hands in his pockets, watching you as you began to wash out your mouth.

"B-Bathroom," you confirmed quietly, glancing at him for a second to get a look at his appearance; he was wearing something quite simple actually; just a pair of jeans and a white collared shirt, with a couple of the buttons undone. Yeah, it wasn't anything special, but he looked good.

Really good.

You looked away again, inwardly reprimanding yourself. This was not the time to thirst, especially since you didn't know this guy.

"So, why did you throw up then?" Oikawa asked casually, shifting from his spot, and walking over to you slowly.

"I'm not built for parties," you laughed dryly, wiping your mouth with the nearest towel. "I-I only came because of my friend."

"I see," he murmured, stopping beside you, before he took the washcloth from your grasp, and silently wiped away a bit of sick you'd missed whilst cleaning yourself up.

Briefly, you froze, not used to such intimate gestures, then averted your gaze to the bathtub. "Thank you," you mumbled.

"No problem," Oikawa answered smoothly (you were astonished at how easy he found it to talk to someone he didn't know). "It would ruin your cute face," he teased.

Your eyes widened at his comment, before you shook your head, and muttered, "Please don't say those kinds of things, Oikawa-san."

"Oh, that's the first time you've said my name!" he exclaimed, leaning over into your view to let you see his smirk. "You could always call me Tooru-kun you know," he uttered, giving you a suggestive look from beneath his eyelashes.

"Stop that please," you groaned, placing a hand to your forehead.

"Stop what?"

"Saying those things! It's kinda... weird."

"Weird how? You're very good looking, I don't understand how you're not used to people hitting on you."

"H-Hey! You can't just say stuff like that!"

In response to your heated outburst, Oikawa just laughed, though it wasn't his usual fake little giggles; it was a full out, genuine, gut busting laugh. Your annoyance faded slightly, as you observed him carefully, feeling as if you were observing something taboo.

This couldn't possibly get any weirder... here you were, stuck in a bathroom with the guy who you were supposed to be setting up with your friend, except he was flirting with you.

What made it even stranger was that you'd never actually been subjected to flirting before, and bloody hell, it was sort of nerve wracking.

Then again, almost everything was nerve wracking to you.

"Wow, you really are funny, huh?" he murmured, trying to hide his smile beneath his hand.

You wrinkled your nose. "I think that I have a somewhat decent sense of humour."

"I see," Oikawa replied, then strolled away, to the opposite wall, and sunk to the floor, leaning against it. He patted the empty space next to him, "Sit down."

Again, you found yourself scowling, but now it was more out of habit than anything else. However, you complied, walking over to him warily, and sliding down next to him, making sure to leave some space between you two. You curled in on yourself, quiet as ever, not willing to make any conversation.

Wait! You could use this opportunity to get to talk to him about Rin! If you could find the correct words and mannerisms that is...

You prepared to speak, though you weren't sure what to say, but Oikawa extended his hand, and used his index finger to gently close your mouth. "You don't have to talk," he murmured softly, a tender smile on his face as he stared dreamily into space. "I'm sure you don't like talking."

You could've attempted to say something, ramble about how pretty Rin was, or how you thought he'd like her.

Instead you selfishly kept quiet, enjoying the rare silence.

Well, it wasn't silence really; the bass from the music downstairs was still incredibly loud, and you could feel the vibrations through the floor. Your eyes flickered over to the door, as you wondered if you should leave, but when you glanced back over to Oikawa, you found him half asleep, eyes closed, head leaned back resting against the wall, so you decided to stay here until he at least looked a bit better.

The only word you could use to properly describe him was tired. It also looked vaguely as if he'd been crying, but that might've been the weed you saw downstairs earlier. In conclusion, although you had no idea who Oikawa Tooru was really, you didn't feel it would be right to leave him like this.

Little did you know that he felt the same way after seeing you throw up.