Title of Our Sex Tape

Make Me Reconsider

The vibrating of Oikawa Tooru's phone brought him back to reality. Another text. Thank the lord that this lecture is soon to end, the poor brunette is half asleep, and if his professor speaks any longer, he will be silenced by the light snoring that will flood the room eventually.

It's not that he dislikes his class. He's just so inexplicably tired. Sleep for him is a thing of the past. But it's his own fault - the alien and space documentaries that keep him up till the early hours could have waited. He, however, begs to differ.

He regrets it now though, now that he's about 4, maybe 5 espresso shots down and his eyes are still hooded. His phone continues to lightly vibrate with the indication of a phone call.

Please. Not today.

He pinches the bridge of his nose between the pads of his forefinger and thumb, and mentally curses the world. Hey, at least it's a Friday. Friday's are always the best days, they're the "relax because I've earned it" days. They're also the "I'll just have ONE drink" days.

He's decided it's the latter. What this man needs in the mist of all of his college work is a drink, ice cold, alcoholic, and strong. Something to loosen up.

And he can cut his daydream short at the sound of his professor approving the dismissal of class.

Thank fuck for that.

A cocktail bar a few blocks down, the strong scent of Oikawa's signature cologne, and a handful of drinks later, the boys are ready for what hopefully is a casual evening of drinks. Oikawa is accompanied by his classmates, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki. The interior is lit with neon lights that form phrases, exotic plants, and a mixture of industrial furniture. The place had an upbeat and botanic feel, and the bartenders were extra sound.

It was a nice atmosphere, relaxing drinks, but Oikawa was getting irritated by the constant buzzing of his phone. Too many text messages. He makes the mental note of disabling any sort of noise coming from his phone, silent or ringer on. Although, that would probably get him into more trouble. He's not antisocial. Not even in the slightest. But there's nothing worse than feeling obliged to sit on your phone typing away when you're in the company of good people.

"I feel sorry for you," Matsukawa joked, eyes lying on Oikawa's phone that lay face down on the table now. A lousy attempt at blocking out the texts and calls, I think we all can agree.

Oikawa knew this too, and so decided to hastily respond, apologising for how 'busy' he was, "I feel sorry for me too."

"Loosen up, you deserve it," Hanamaki smiled, tilting his glass to the other two before him, "Don't ruin your night with your overthinking."

Hanamaki was right. Oikawa was such a people pleaser at heart, and whilst it's a positive, it's also a severe negative. It's not good when you're working so hard on others that you forget to work on yourself. There's no such time in the day for both.

Oikawa and Matsukawa took their drinks into their hands, lifting them into a cheers. The clink of the glass filled the silence and the smiles they casted to one another communicated their ease.

"I forgot to mention, someone new moved into the dorm next door," Matsukawa began, "He's friends with Yahaba and Kyoutani, so I figure you'd both like him,"

"Why didn't you invite him here?," Hanamaki raised a brow, eyes on Matsukawa.

"Well I didn't know if a certain someone," he glanced at Oikawa, emphasising the word 'someone', before continuing, "Would complain. I think Yabaha and Kyoutani are out with him tonight though,"