Not just a script! OiSuga

Chapter 2

Sugawara's POV:

"Suga!" Oikawa shouted from a second floor window. I knew from the location he was in the bathroom, it was the only window upstairs that faced the front of the house. (I come here a lot. Everyday.) I wonder if he has been waiting in there looking out for me... cute...

I grinned, not so forced.
Not so forced meaning the action probably wasn't 'grin worthy', but smile worthy at the least. But the rare tickling knot i felt in my stomach (some would call it butterfly's, i call it the Oikawa affect) was edging to 'grin worthy'. 
"Oikawa, Oikawa, let down your hair." I laughed along with Oikawa at my stupid Repunzle reference.

"Hold on!" He shouted down, and the next second his head was gone (as in inside, not chopped off) and the second after that he was unlocking the front door and presenting himself. He stood in a way a prince would: his legs were crossed and his arm out, looking like a complete fool, especially in his tank top and shorts. "Ma' lady." He said in his most prince charming voice.

I couldn't even bring myself to call him a prince, or anything that would boost his ego. Instead, i winked as a walked in. The wink had no real affect on Oikawa of course, he wasn't the one madly in love with me. The wink made me light headed as if i'd just made a move on the one i'm madly in love with.

Oikawa tooru is special to me. Not because i have some stupid crush on him but... well a little that but also:

Oikawa and I properly met almost a year ago, around 10 months now. Of course we'd met before in tournaments and practice matches but he was nothing more but a setter and captain on the opposing team. (An awfully pretty setter though).
We got talking one match and that day a friendship was born.

But... i didn't feel anything towards Oikawa. I knew, logically, we clicked as people. Our conversation ran smoothly and we both laughed at the right times creating what would look like a perfect conversation but i didn't feel any of it.
Just like i don't really feel conversations with anyone. I just know that i'm where i should be saying what i should be saying.
And Oikawa wasn't an exception.

Well, not right away.
It changed. And i don't know when, or how, or what he did to make himself the exception. I just know that ever since, the only times i feel human is when i'm with him. The crush developed soon after that but nothing happened in that department.

The moment i walked into the house i was met with thick (get your head out the gutter) heat, almost suffocating me with the sudden temperature change. I wafted at the top of my button up school shirt as an attempt to cool down but, realistically, when does that ever work. "Why is it so hot in here?!"

"Oh, sorry about that. I've been working out." He smirked as he flattered himself. I was unamused. "...the air conditioners broken." This time i nodded in acknowledgement at the real answer. "I'll give you a shirt. Long sleeves in this house is a no-go. Did you not see the sign when you walked in? No. Shirts. Allowed."
I blinked at him, wondering if he realised if he'd just told me he had a sign on his house telling visitors to strip. It took him a second, but the gasp finally signified he got it. "Wait. I meant long sleeves. No long sleeves allowed. You can wear a shirt. Or not. I mean you do you i won't complain."

"I won't wear a shirt if you don't." It was my turn to smirk. Of course i wasn't going to stick to that offer but i do enjoy flirting with my oblivious best friend. And most of the time he flirts back too, which is something to die for. Probably unhealthy for my crush, but imma take what i can take.

"Alright, you first." He challenged, looking me up and down. I didn't budge. I couldn't live up to the challenge even if i wanted to. I couldn't walk around with my bare body. My bare arms out... not right now... not in front of him. "Need help?" He stepped closer, close enough to get a hand full of the bottom of my shirt. My mind had wondered too far i didn't know how to process his actions. I didn't know how to process the fact that my stomach was on display as Oikawa lifted up my shirt or how it was possible for my heart to beat so fast. And i definitely did not have time to process Oikawa's sudden movement when he changed his grip from my shirt to my hips, doing that stupid tickling thing that had me doubled over, begging for him to stop between laughs and desperate gasps.

"Oi-Oikawa!" I yelped and laughed, flaring my arms in whichever direction in attempt to knock him off. "Stop you- you-" another eruption of laughter from the both of us as he did not stop. "-you know how— ticklish—" Before i could even finish my sentence, he finally detached, leaving me heavy breathing and flustered (Yes i know that's what she said). "Dick." I glared.

"Sorry." He grinned, totally amused over my abuse. "Too tempting."

"What, abusing me is too tempting for you?"

"You're so dramatic." He sighed. "Anyway, come upstairs, i have a fan in my room so it's not so deathly hot."

A sigh of relief escaped when i walked into Oikawa room. That cold air we only appreciate when it's 100° out. "Sweet heavens fuck me." I don't know why i said those words or what exactly they meant but i said them. Right before collapsing on Oikawa's neatly made bed.

"Sinful. Take me out on a date first." And this was Oikawa's reply to my jumble or random words. I smiled to myself. I didn't want Oikawa to see me smile.

Of course i want him to know he makes me happy but sometimes it just feels so stupid that i get embarrassed.
That i shouldn't feel so warm and excited and happy and scared and all these emotions that seem impossible to feel even the slightest when i'm not around him. It's exhilarating and terrifying but nevertheless addicting.

"So," I started, starting a new conversation. "my day was god awful and boring. What about yours?"

"God awful and boring." He laughed, giving me the same answer as mine. "Iwa and i got into a fight. To be honest i'm still trying to work out what about and if homophobia was involved. It's all a little confusing." He scrunched his face him as he thought. Making him look adorable which was a good distraction from his words. "Oh, then i almost confessed half way through the argument so... yeah, confusing."

And, my heart sunk.