How to save a life [ongoing]

Chapter 12

Content warning: underage drinking, mention of sh (past cutting and current overworking), and sexual content (skip from * to * if you don't want to read, it is part of of Oikawa coming to terms with his sexuality and being queer.)
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The rest of the week passed fairly quickly. Oikawa has apologised to Iwaizumi the next day. The shorter man observed his behaviours. They attended practise as normal. Oikawa had spent more time with sugawara that week, they were always together when they didn't have practise or school, and when they weren't they were on a call or messaging eachother as though their lives depended on it. Inseparable. After almost 2 weeks had passed and the weekend came around once again the two setters met for a night out. It had been a hard day for them both and when the evening rolled around they couldn't stop the smiles from growing in their faces. Oikawa rinsed off the sweat from practise before changing into a black vest. He searched his closet for a few minutes before settling on a fitted black turtle neck black pants. Suga arrived an hour later. He wore a black shirt, beige jacket and blue skinny jeans. His nails painted black as he opened the bedroom door.

"Your mom let me in." He smiled softly. He perched on the bed and let out a deep sigh as he sunk down. "Long day."

"Tell me about it." Oikawa put down his book and sat up. "Just have to fix my hair"

"Your hair looks great." A twinkle Coates his eyes. Admiration glazing over them.

"It's messy." He retorted. After brushing his soft hair he gave his head a small shake. It sat effortlessly on his hair.

"Still great." Oikawa's eyes softened. He smiled. The house fell silent.

After pre-drinking in a park for a bit they went to the club. There was a cue outside but after 15 minutes they showed the bouncer their fake id and get let inside. The night passes quickly. The strobing lights, the smell of alcohol, the people. It was a great atmosphere. They had made friends with a small group in there. The taller setter saw two of them kissing. He didn't think through his next action. He grabbed the grey-haired setter and began to kiss him roughly. After a few seconds he was pushed off. A heavy feeling sank into his chest. Tears began streaming. It didn't feel wrong at all. He began apologising repetitively as the other tried to calm him down. "I promise you, it's okay, I don't mind, in fact I liked it you're a good kisser." A breathy laugh escaped his lips.

"Come for a cigarette" one of the girls mentioned after seeing the scene in front of her.

"No thanks, I don't smoke"

"Come on it will calm you down"

"I play volleyball and it's not good for my health". He remembered the tiems people had said it calmed them down. "fine" he reconsidered.

They made their way to the wall outside. The taller one pulled a packet of cigarettes it of her pocket. "Here." she handed him one. She lit it and passed him the lighter.

He imitated her actions. He placed the cigarette between his lips and used his hand loosely to block the wind whilst the other put the lighter to use. A few clicks. He breathed it out. "You did it wrong. You have to inhale it again once it's inside. Suck it down your throat and breath it in." The setter nodded. He made sure to inhale it this time. His throat was dry as he exploded in a fit of coughs. He felt like he were choking for a brief second. "That's better. Give it a second and it will hit." He waited. A few moments later a vaguely familiar feeling hit him. His head started spinning. Dizzy slightly. It was like when he had a panic attack except it was good. It was working his control. He felt calm. Happy even. He took another drag. A cloud of smoke exhaled into the vacant car park under the caliginosity of the night sky. His body slid down against the wall. He repeated his previous actions. Then the three returned inside.