Not just a script! OiSuga

Chapter 17

Oikawa's POV:

Suga was giggling to himself the whole way to the bedroom as if he was getting tickled. I didn't bother asking what he was laughing about and just passed it off as the lack of sobriety.
When we reached the actual room, Suga took a seat on Teru's bed -totally invading his space- and continued to giggle. "You're jealous." He managed to say.

"Yeah." I don't even attempt to deny it because i wasn't in a state to put out a convincing lie.

"You brought me to a bedroom because you're jealous." He added which gave him a kick of amusement.

"You were flirting."

"That's what i do." Finally, the giggles died down but a sweet smile stuck. "You should know more than anyone, prince charming." He teased but his argument was strong.

"Yes." Was all i could think of as a reply. Because his point was valid and he's not my boyfriend so i actually had zero come backs.
I took a seat next to Suga and let my body go limp so i laid down.

"You stopped me from flirting." He continued to speak despite getting very little replies from me. "And yet you can't bring yourself to make me your boyfriend." He laughed, a bitter laugh. A laugh of knives, each one stabbing me in the stomach and chest. "Talk about mix signals. I mean, here i've been for the last week knowing you know every pathetic little thing about my shitty life and yet everyday i wait patiently for one question and day dreaming about how much i want to kiss you already. And... nothing." He makes a sort of explosion action with his hands as he finishes his rant.

"Sugawara I do w-"

I was interrupted, "Fuck. I think i'm going to throw up." And in the next second he was running out to the nearest bathroom and hovering his head over a toilet seat. The next few minutes i wish i didn't have to sit through as Suga quite literally empties his guts out into the toilet.

"Alright. Alright." I stoked him on the back trying to be as supportive as i could. "You okay?" Stupid question.

"Yeah. Yeah i'm good." He grabbed a roll of toilet paper and tares some off to wipe his mouth. "Must've drank something bad."
Or too much.

"Come on. You're going to bed."

"We're at Teru's house.."

"Spare bedroom." I decided to not continue the earlier conversation due to Suga throwing up, me not being sober, and avoiding an argument.

"You think he'll mind?"

"Not at all. Come on."
Terushima was a care-free man. And as Suga said before we arrived, he cares about his friends a whole fucking lot.
He let me bring him to the spare room. I'd been to Teru's plenty of time so i more or less knew where everything was.
I tucked him under the covers and sat besides him, just looking. His eyes already closed and his body rolled up into a broken ball.

"Thanks for looking after me." He mumbled.
Talk about mix signals. One minute he's mad at me the next he's thanking me for more or less just watching him throw up. "You're a good friend." He added in a whisper.
Normally that would be a compliment, but...

"Yeah. Goodnight Suga."

Friend.

Oikawa and Terushima

Oikawa
Suga just puked. sleeping in spare bedroom. sorry.

Terushima
👌

Sugawara's POV:

My eyes opened slowly, they were heavy and i could probably use another ten or so hours of sleep. But taking a quick look out my surroundings and realising i'm not in my own bed, i decide against it.
So i sit up, rub my ears, and almost scream. "Shit. You scared the fuck out of me, Oikawa."

He laughed, shyly, "Mornin." He reached forwarded and grabbed a pile of clothes that laid on the foot of the bed. "Here, Teru let me pick of some of his clothes since you got puke on yours." Only then did i realise i was shirtless. Stomach, chest on show... arms on show... "Nobody has been in the room. Just me."

I sigh in relief, smile sweetly at Oikawa for understanding so quickly and being so protective. "Thank you."

"Medication and water on the side, too." He pointed at the bedside table. "Incase you have a hangover."

I laugh a little, a little dry, "Thought you'd be mad at me. Look at you treating me like royalty." As an excuse i unfold the shirt Oikawa gave me and started pulling it over my head so i didn't have to look at him. "I'm kind of sensor-less when drinking."

"What are you talking about?"

"Mixed signals? I did say that right? Shit did i dream it? Sorry-"

"No, no." He shuffled awkwardly in his seat. "I mean, yeah. Mixed signals. I mean, no you had every right but- I just think- There's some... misunderstanding in the way you're thinking." I turn to him and stare. I wasn't exactly sure how to take that. "Okay that wasn't the best wording. Okay, so i want to be your boyfriend but i'm just still trying to work out the perfect way to ask, you know? I don't want you thinking i've changed my mind about you-about us. I want you i want us. I don't know how to make my signals more direct and i can't wait to kiss you either i just really want to make it perfect for you." Silence. "Sorry." He added.
If this was a staring contest, we'd be world record breaking.
"Can you... say something."

"Okay."

"..Okay?"

"Yeah. I'm patient. I believe you."

Oikawa nodded. "It's coming. Soon. Trust me."

"I trust you."

"Really soon."

"Good."

"And i'm going to kiss you."

"Looking forward to it."

"And it's going to be great."

"I bet it will."

"And-" "Oikawa." "Yeah?"

"Shut up or i'll kiss you before you ask."

"Yes sir."

[A/n: i just finished writing a 2500 word chapter it's quite good if i do say so myself]