Not just a script! OiSuga

Chapter 3

Sugawara's POV:

I suddenly became aware of all my surroundings. Everything touching me. Every noise around me. Every movement.

I could hear the fan, the spinning and the very quiet click it made every five seconds that somehow sounded like the loudest thing in the room now. I could feel the bed sheets on my skin, somehow gone past the softness of comfort right to discomfort. The clothes on my body that hung too loose on my torso but too tight on my wrists.
I shuffled on Oikawa's bed, bringing my legs close to my body to hug, then forced a smile. "You almost confessed... during an argument. Ha." I started with a joke to maybe lighten the mood.

He chuckled, only a little, but it was something. "Yeah... it was in the moment..."

"And the homophobia?"

"He was basically saying it was my fault that girls went to him to confess feelings for me. I reminded him i'm literally gay so how is it my fault when i literally don't like girls? Then he just said he'd see me tomorrow and left." He sighed then let his body go limp so he fell onto his back, making the mattress jump up and down underneath me. "I dunno. I know he's not homophobic and he obviously didn't mean to bring my sexuality into it. But he can't possibly blame me for.. i don't even know."

"For being attractive?" I tried to finish off his sentence. He hummed in agreement, probably didn't want to seem too narcissistic for saying it himself. I, on the other hand, was not afraid to state the facts. Oikawa Tooru was undoubtedly an insanely attractive man. And the girls who continuously crush on him is just proof. I am proof. "Iwaizumi..." I started. Funny thing is, i'd say i'm pretty good at the whole advice thing but somehow awful at taking it. "Iwaizumi obviously wasn't being homophobic. You came out to him years ago and he was nothing but supportive."

"Yeah... i know." His head swung low, he looked as if he was ashamed of himself, for the argument. Or maybe he was embarrassed that i was talking to him like this. I wasn't sure.

"And it just seems like he's taking his anger out on you. It's not your fault but you are in the equation which is probably what made him target you."

"But it doesn't give him a ri-"

"No, it doesn't. And that's unfair on you, i know. But you need to... put yourself in a position where people are constantly asking out Iwaizumi to you. You know for a fact that wouldn't feel good."

He thought for a bit. Four clicks went by on the fan before he opened his mouth for a reply. "It's not the same. I'd get upset because i'm jealous. Iwa-chan isn't jealous. Iwa-chan is straight, so he can't be."

"Okay, you're right. It's not the same. So imagine it like... You're single and cute guys are coming up to you and asking... Makki out. It wouldn't feel great that every time a guy you think is cute talks to you is to ask out your friend, would it?"

I could tell he was trying to figure out another excuse to fight back my words. He gave up, "...No.."

"Exactly. It would make you feel..." I trailed off, wanting him to finish the sentence. Maybe i should be a therapist one day....

maybe i should get therapy.

He stayed silent, staring at me, waiting for me to continue. I sighed, realising he didn't get the point. "Insecure, maybe? A stick on the road possibly?

"Ooohhh..." He finally got the point, nodding and humming in agreement. "So you think he's insecure because the only girls who talk to him are for someone else?"

"Well... to put it blandly..." I took a deep breath before saying my next line, preparing myself. Or maybe a better word is: sacrificing. "I think you should send him a message. Clear the air. And maybe, confess."