𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞

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TW// small mention of Eating disorder (mentality?)

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TW// small mention of Eating disorder (mentality?)

Oikawa woke the next morning, an aching migraine residing in the forefront of his head, his body freezing despite being curled up in numerous blankets.

Oikawa walked out of the room and into the Kitchen to see that Hinata had come home. He suddenly felt guilty.

"Hey Shou-Chan, sorry for intruding..." Hinata turned from where he was making breakfast to beam at Oikawa, Hinata's smile was one of the only bright things still in Oikawa's life.

"Hey! I won't hear a word of it! You're welcome any time." Hinata smiled wider and turned to the quickly burning eggs.

Oikawa heard Kenma hum along with Hinata's statement, he looked to see Kenma sitting on the small living room couch, playing some game on their phone.

The smell of the fresh eggs and bacon filled Oikawa's every sense, his stomach ripping itself apart at the need yet repulsion for food.

With a thank you and goodbye, Oikawa decided to go home.

Walking into his apartment, Iwaizumi huffed and shut his door, throwing his bag on the ground before slumping down onto his couch.

The spiky-haired ravenette took a cigarette from his almost empty pack, lighting it with a lighter that Oikawa had given him once back in high school.

Iwaizumi huffed out the smoke, sitting in his bitter solace, as if waiting for some kind of sign for anything to come around.

Well it soon did when his phone started ringing, His roomate's name coming up on the cracked screen.

Iwaizumi picked up the phone after letting it ring for a few seconds.

"Sup Satori."

Oikawa walked into his house, shutting the door rather loudly behind him, not even caring if he disrupted Ushijima.

"Toru." Oikawa looked Ushijima in the eyes, Ushijima looked right back at him. It was never not a competition.

"Ushijima." Oikawa broke off from the staring competition to move further into the big house, going to the modern living room and sitting on the black and white satin couch.

"Were where you?"

"Do you care?" Ushijima stayed quiet as Oikawa scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The brunette had to admit, he was shaking slightly. After the whole slap incident, he held a certain fear towards Ushijima. Who knew when the man would strike again?

Ushijima finally spoke, a tone of finality tinted to his voice.

"I'm having a party here tomorrow night. More like a formal gathering but who knows what'll happen. I've also invited your step-brothers"

"Okay." Ushijima turned to walk out of the room, the conversation dropping at Oikawa's final words.

"A what?"

"A party!"

"...Okay?"

"You're coming with me Haji, no excuses! I've been formally invited by the host himself and he said I could bring a guest."

"Why me, Satori?"

"...cause, you're my only friend. Duh."

"Whatever, Fine, I'll be there."

Iwaizumi heard Tendou cheer through the phone before hanging up. He really hates parties, he had already gone to one that week, Kindaichi and Kumimi's wedding party, so he really wasn't looking forward to another.

Especially since nothing good came of the last party.

Iwaizumi only hoped this wasn't a Bokuto or Terushima party. They tended to get wild and he, Iwaizumi Hajime, was not a fan of wild.

He wasn't looking forward to seeing what this party brung for him.

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