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TW// MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND ED (EATING DISORDER)
"So, what's your name?" Oikawa's voice was small and quiet, but it had been that way for a long time.
"Oh...Uhm, Tendou, Tendou Satori...sir." Tendou looked down, a shy smile on his face, Oikawa chuckled at his nervousness and handed him a latte. He's not really Ushijima's type though.
"Oh, thanks, mister."
"It's Okay...can is ask you something that might be totally inappropriate?"
"Well, I slept with your husband so I think we're past inappropriate, go ahead."
Oikawa chuckled lightly to himself and lowered his voice, he did not want Ushijima to hear this conversation. According to Tendou, he was still asleep, but Oikawa was not taking any chances.
"What was the sex like? like, how did he treat you?" Oikawa lowered his voice to almost a whisper, leaning towards Tendou more as the latter focused on what the brunette was trying to ask him.
Tendou blushed slightly, remembering the tender touches and comforting whispers of Ushijima.
"He- he was gentle and kind and reassuring. I don't know if that's what you want to hear. I'm sorry." Oikawa turned his head to look down at the black tiling of their kitchen floor, his vision blurred as his hands shook, tears splashing against the modern floor.
It hurt to know that Ushijima, the man he married, the man he was still in love with, gave some random boy everything he wanted. Love and compassion, even if it was just for a night.
"O-oh..." Oikawa cursed the crack in his voice and the way his lip wobbled, even after everything, he was still crying over him. He couldn't believe himself.
Why did Ushijima give Tendou all this and more? Was it his fault? Was he really that unlovable?
"I'm really so-"
"Just leave." Tendou looked down before putting his coffee mug down and sauntering away to find his way out of the big house.
"Did you see that?" Oikawa whipped his head around at the sound of Ushijima's stoic voice. He had a smug aura around him and how dare he ask that. It's all Oikawa could see. "He's a pretty one eh? Much more than you."
Oikawa wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, not taking his eyes off Ushijima for one second.
"I know." Oikawa dejectedly admitted. He'd gotten used to it now, being belittled and shunned, cursed upon, and spat at. It wasn't just Ushijima who hated all he was but his father too.
His mom had passed away due to suicide when Oikawa was thirteen. Her death being a product of his father's many hard-hitting insults and constant mistresses. He's suffering the same fate now. It's just a matter of time before he finally gave in and caved. Ushijima wouldn't even notice he was gone.
He'd do anything just to keep that wretched man near him.
"C'mon Ushijima, bedroom." Oikawa brushed past Ushiima into the bedroom and that's all it took for the broader man to turn and grab his husband by the waist, wrapping his arms around his middle, kissing up the back of his neck.
That was always the signal, one of them would say 'bedroom' and the other would follow and, through hate and tears and agony, they would have sex. Well, through Oikawa's tears and agony and Ushijima's hate. He'd never liked Oikawa's body.
When they were younger, Ushiima would often comment on Oikawa's weight, nit-picking every little bit of it. He used to tell him that 'He liked his boys skinny' and that Oikawa was 'lucky he hadn't left him for someone skinnier' and how Oikawa should be 'Glad I love you, or else you'd still be fat. I'm merely helping you Toru.'
Oikawa was only sixteen when his stepmother took him to the doctors and he got diagnosed with an eating disorder.
