Kageyama found him, of course. That was just how Oikawa's luck was treating him.
"Oikawa-san?" Kageyama crouched beside him, alarmed. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Should I-"
"It's fine, Tobio-chan." Oikawa couldn't have been lying there more than fifteen minutes, but as he tried to sit up, his joints were stiff enough to ache. Kageyama put a hand on his shoulder for support, and Oikawa fought back the urge to slap it away. "I tripped."
"I'm not stupid, Oikawa-san."
"Could have fooled me."
Kageyama withdrew, wounded, and Oikawa sighed.
"I didn't mean that." He cradled his head in his hands. The back of his skull throbbed, probably from hitting the wall. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as his pride. "I think I'm sick. I really did fall." He had, with Iwaizumi's help.
"Sick?" repeated Kageyama. He leaned closer, eyeing Oikawa's face. He inhaled, and his nose scrunched in disgust. "You smell like alcohol. Are you... did you...?"
"Yeah, a little." Oikawa was too exhausted to lie.
"Alcohol is contraband. If you get caught with it you'll get a new charge, plus points, and time will probably get added onto your sentence, and you-"
"I know, Tobio-chan. I know." He tried to stand, stumbled, and finally made it upright with Kageyama's assistance. On a normal day Oikawa would have slept on the floor rather than accept Kageyama's help, but he had so many other problems that he hardly gave it a second thought. "I won't do it again. Trust me."
"Are you okay, Oikawa-san? I can take you to the infirmary."
Oikawa almost agreed, just so he didn't have to go to his own bed and face his cellmate, but he thought running away might just make things worse. "No. I just need to sleep it off. I'll be fine tomorrow."
That was a blatant lie, but Kageyama didn't seem to notice. "Okay. I'm working all night. Let me know if you need anything."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks." Oikawa stumbled away from him, one hand pressed against the side of his head to try and push back the throbbing.
He arrived back at the cellblock a few minutes before lights out. The guard on duty, Sugawara, gave him a suspicious look but let him pass without comment. Oikawa paced past the cells, his dread rising to a nauseating level as he approached the end of the row.
Iwaizumi was there, of course. There was nowhere else for him to go. He was in his bed, lying on his side, back toward Oikawa's side of the cell. It was unlikely he'd fallen asleep that fast. He was probably awake, listening to Oikawa shuffle across the floor and collapse into his own bed. Still, he didn't stir, didn't give a single indication that he was aware of Oikawa's presence.
That was probably for the best, but Oikawa's heart sank anyway. He'd finally built a friendly, comfortable relationship with his cellmate.
A little bit of alcohol had been enough to ruin it.
Oikawa buried his face in his pillow, but emerged when the pressure made his bruises ache.
He could blame the alcohol, but it was a feeble excuse. Oikawa was the problem. The absurd, hopeless feelings he'd developed for Iwaizumi had caused this.
He looked across the cell at Iwaizumi, studying the stiff line of his back even as the lights went down. The cell was still bright enough for him to see the slight roll of Iwaizumi's shoulders as he shifted against the flat mattress.
He was awake. Oikawa could have said something, a desperate whisper that would have easily reached him. It could have been shaped into an apology or an explanation, anything that would have made Iwaizumi look at him with something other than scorn and disgust.
