Monochromatic: Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 41: Drunk Types

[AN: Photo credits to the illustrator of the haikyuu DJ called Get Well Soon. I do not claim my rights to this picture.]

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It's almost one in the morning when Oikawa is shaken awake by Haru.

His face is heartbreaking, frightened, as if a monster is lurking in the shadows. His eyelids droop lowly and drowsily, reflecting deep worry. Trembling lips make out a barely audible whisper:

"Is Fuku-niichan alright?"

Oikawa's vision sharpens and checks the clock. At seeing the time, his body immediately shoots like fire, - powered by adrenaline and sheer panic - and scampers to the living room, dialing Fukui's phone number frantically as he clumsily puts on his shoes.

"You've reached Umeko Fukui's voice message, leave a message after the bee - "

Click.

Damn it. Damn it all.

She's gone off again? What the hell is she doing?!

His eyes skirt to the door to see Takumi sitting on the floor, eyes locked on the knob. He looks tired, blinking slowly as he waited and waited.

"Takumi, go to bed. I'm going to look for your sister." Oikawa says it with an authoritative voice this time. He says it with such a firm tone that Takumi's eyes widen for a fraction in mild surprise.

Shrugging it off, Takumi shakes his head stubbornly.

"Then - just stay put. She will be back with me." Oikawa reassures and reaches for the knob. However, once he opened the door, another hand on the outside is about to reach for it as well.

Fukui.

It feels like a moment when the earth just stopped spinning. Eyes locked and both stares in huge shock. Oikawa's coffee brown irises shrinks, eyebrows etching up at the girl before him. She's there. She's safe.

"Oh my goodness..." He breathes and lets both of the girls in. Fukui seemingly looks more drunk than Ayame despite the significantly less intake, the right side of her body weighing over Ayame for support to prevent her from tipping over to the ground.

"Jesus..." He says to both of them, "you smell like my uncle...! You should be ashamed of -"

Fukui presses her pointer finger against his lips and chuckles lightly.

"Hush now, love. I'm here now and I'm perfectly fine. Go home and give yourself some rest~" She drawls.

...Love?

Ah... so Fukui is the Lovey Dovey drunk type.

That didn't matter when his eyes spot dried blood blotched and smudged on the base of her neck. No wonder she looks so pale with all the blood loss.

Oikawa's throat closes up on him. One good thing of being a team captain is his exceptional coordination and leadership skills, and he immediately takes initiative by turning over to Takumi with an urgent voice.

"Did she ever tell you where she keeps the first aid kit is?"

"I - I " Takumi stutters, thinking frantically, "I think it's in the cabinet underneath the sink."

"Go get it."

"Okay."

He looks over to Ayame and forces out a sweet smile, "Aya-chan, please make yourself at home and stay the night. The couch pretty comfortable -"

Ayame collapses on the couch with a thud. Fukui supposes Ayame can only hold out for so long - not to mention fighting while drunk, before she passes out on exhaustion himself.