The Storyteller (Oikawa Tooru x reader)

9. doormat

Rin was way too happy after you told her you'd finally made friends with Oikawa; ecstatic would be an accurate word to describe her. She was making a scene at the school gates, squealing and giggling like an over excited kpop stan at a concert. "That's so great!" she shrieked, doing a little twirl.

"I would like to know if you tried some kind of drug this morning," you commented dryly, rubbing your forehead, yet a smile was visible on your face.

In response, Rin just wriggled her shoulders, trying to seem somewhat sexy, but honestly her selling point was more of being a cute girl. Not that you were in any way supporting capitalism… fuck the patriarchy and eat the rich, you know?

Yet, a question stuck to your mind, and without the consent of your brain, your mouth opened, and words spilled out; "Rin, Oikawa broke up with his girlfriend a week ago. You started talking about getting with him when he was still in a relationship. Did you know he had a partner?" 

At your query, Rin stopped, and then shrank away like a dog in the corner, looking for forgiveness, except all you saw was a predator caught in the act, attempting to play the part of the prey. "I… I really like him," was all she could whisper.

As if that was an excuse.

She could've told you, instead of you embarrassing yourself the other day by forcing a possible date candidate on him, when he was clearly still hurt from what had happened previously. 

She could've at least waited for them to split, been respectful, before getting you to do the dirty work. The dirty fucking work, which was so utterly humiliating and disgusting now you knew more about the situation.

There was so much on your mind, so much you wanted to say to her face, your messy feelings over your friendship crawling to the surface, your breath becoming stilted and harsh.

God, you were pissed. It was like a hissing, feral, street cat that had finally had enough of all the bullshit life had thrown at them, wanting to be unleashed in all its righteous fury.

But in the moment, all you could do was paint a sickened smile on your lips, and allow yourself to scoff. "That's low, Rin." You stated dully.

She physically flinched at your words, and recoiled like she'd been burned. For one minuscule second, you felt powerful, as if you were finally in control of what was going on. Yet then the inevitable guilt slipped in, and you quickly left without another word, not wanting to let yourself apologise for something that wasn't your fault.

-

Something you hadn't considered was that Oikawa was one of those supposed friends who liked to greet his comrades. Which is why you got the shit scared out of you when Oikawa walked through the door of your home room, dumped his stuff, and immediately waved at you.

"Yahoo, (Y/n)-chan! Lovely morning, isn't it?" he called out. 

Funny how a singular moment could make you so embarrassed you didn't want to exist anymore.

You released a shuddered breath, offering him a strained smile, before clicking your tongue, and turning your attention to the interesting wall next to you. Now everyone in the class had their attention on you, something which you, without a shadow of a doubt, absolutely detested.

Luckily, the teacher came in at that moment, and spared you the questions that you could see swarming in everybody's heads. The painstaking wait till lunch, when you had to confront Rin (if she showed up), made you sick to your stomach, and the fact that you knew you'd be a topic of gossip didn't help your current state.

When class ended, Oikawa quickly rushed over to you, clapping his hands together in front of his face, and bowing a little. "Ack! I'm sorry, (Y/n)-chan! I should've known that you wouldn't like any attention!" he exclaimed guiltily.

"Not this early in the morning anyway," you grumbled, poking at your onigiri in your bento box. 

"It's 12 in the afternoon," Oikawa mumbled, looking very confused.

Clown shit, (Y/n). 

"W-Well, time is relative!" you spluttered defensively, biting into your food aggressively. 

"What did that have to do with anything?" he was still puzzled by whatever nonsense you were spitting out.

In response, you laughed in defeat, "I don't know what I'm saying either."

At your confession, Oikawa giggled as well, straightening up and rubbing the back of his neck. "You say some weird stuff sometimes, (Y/n)-chan!"

"Suck my balls you milk bread fanatic," you murmured, half hoping he wouldn't hear you.

(Spoiler: he heard you.)

"I'm hurt!" Oikawa cried out, "And since when did you know I like milk bread?" he wiggled his eyebrows, sitting at the empty desk in front of you.

(Yeah, the desk that was inhabited by awful people.)

"Well, umm, I-I have my sources," you tried to be nonchalant, but failed miserably.

"Oh wow!~ Are you a spy by any chance, (Y/n)-chan?" Oikawa asked, looking like a child who was meeting their idol, chin rested on top of his folded arms.

"Yes," you sighed, "I like to spy on rich people so I can find out their credit pins, and then spend their money on communist propaganda."

There was a pause, before Oikawa started snorting again, hiding his face, as he struggled to conceal his laughter. You sat there, with a half dead smile on your face, trying to figure out if you were doing this "socializing" thing right or not.

Out of the corner of your eye, you suddenly spotted Rin, smiling through the glass of the window, as she watched you two interact; for a moment you thought she was angry, yet her facial expression was calm. Then, her lips parted, and she mouthed three words to you.

"I forgive you."

She'd mistaken you getting to know Oikawa as some sign of an apology from you from this morning. 

No! What the fuck?!

A fire burned in your gut, as you realised just how subservient you'd become to Rin. In that moment, all you could do was look away, with a frown, and attempt to focus your attention on Oikawa. He noticed your change in behaviour, and glanced over to where you'd been eyeing previously, but Rin had already disappeared.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

You let out a dismal sigh, shaking your head. "Nothing. I think I've got an inferiority complex growing on me."

"Oh believe me," you were surprised at Oikawa's change of tone, as his gaze darkened ever so slightly, "I know how that feels."

You gulped, and then changed the subject half heartedly, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "So… do you believe in aliens?"

From the look of joy on his face you couldn't decide whether bringing up the topic of extra terrestrials was a mistake or not.