The Storyteller (Oikawa Tooru x reader)

29. date night

Sosuke found out about you and Oikawa in a less than favourable way. The poor young man walked in on Oikawa literally smothering you in a giant hug, talking about marrying you; that gave enough away.

Your dad followed next, and when you came clean to him about the situation, he burst into tears, wailing about how he was terrified that his pathetic child would forever be single. 

(It seemed sweet at first, but looking back on it… it offended you.)

"It's so cruel," your father bawled, as you sat in front of the television with him. "Your first relationship, and you're going to be torn apart in about a week!"

"Yup," you replied, opening a can of your favourite drink. "Tragic."

"Show some emotion! This is your first love! I haven't seen my wife in over 5 years, and you don't see me sobbing about it, so be a bit more grateful!"

"You cry every night. I can hear you from my bedroom."

"... oh."

You paused, watching your father's dismal face, as he stared vacantly at the tennis match on the glowing screen in front of him. You swallowed your nerves, before speaking; "Come with me,"

"What?!" your dad spluttered, turning to you in confusion. 

"Come with me," you repeated, avoiding his gaze. "Just for… maybe a month, maybe a day. Until mum leaves us… let's be a proper family. Only for a little bit."

He was silent, before he set his hand atop your own, gently patting your knuckles. "Well… why not? That does sound nice."

A small smile tugged at your lips, as you closed your eyes, envisioning it; it certainly wouldn't be considered normal, but fuck, if it's the best you'd get, you'd take it. "Yeah," you agreed softly.

"But if you're going to look at it that way," your dad continued, "then give Oikawa the same treatment."

"What are you suggesting?" you asked, squinting at him from behind your glasses.

"Take him on one date," your father replied simply. "You've only got a week, and then it's graduation time. On Monday, just spend some time with him."

You shifted, somewhat uncomfortably. "I've never been on a date though," you mumbled. "What do you do? And aren't you supposed to wear nice clothes or some shit? If it's right after school, we'll still be in our uniforms."

"It doesn't have to be perfect," your father reassured, "just make sure you have some fun with him. Ok?"

"Fine," you relented, leaning back into the sofa, shrinking into your shirt like a turtle. "I'll invite him out to that dumb shop he keeps talking about going to."

"Why hasn't he gone already?"

"His mum doesn't want him to get fat from all the milk bread."

"Umm… is it some kind of weird milk bread shop?"