(This chap is so dramatic everytime i read it back im like lol)
Y/N
Can you pick me up after practice?
The screen's bright light illuminated his face in the dark room, with rain pounding on the roof as white noise.
Fine
Read 2:47PM
He had agreed. 2 hours ago was when he was supposed to pick her up.
3 missed calls, 5 unread text messages.
Y/N
Tooru
R u here?
1 missed call from Y/N
Dude are you serious
Still waiting
2 missed calls from Y/N
nvm.
Read at 6:11PM
The last message haunted him, he looked outside of his window. She still wasn't home.
The boy's finger hovers above the call button, his resolve faltering as his thoughts drift to the girl wandering in the rain.
She's smarter than that
He shakes his head, no one is home, his mom is at her book club, his father at work, and she is--
He clicks the call button, setting aside his ego for once.
He calls once, then twice. At least the call was going through, right?
Right? That meant she was okay, her phone wasn't broken, that was a good sign.
The phone rings on his ear as negative thoughts consume him. Did it matter that her phone was on? If something hadn't happened, why wasn't she answering--?
"Hello?" A familiar voice rings out into the empty house, he freezes, his blood running cold.
"Uh, hello?" Again, the same voice. His body tenses up, his fists clenching. White hot rage seeps into his vision.
"Tobio?" He spits into the phone, venom soaking his tone.
"Oikawa?" The boy responds, his voice filled with surprise. Oikawa scoffs, his hands turning white as his fingers clench the device tightly.
"Give the phone to Y/N."
The words linger between the two boys, the vibrations floating in the air. Simple. Straightforward, right?
"No."
Yet the setter on the other line was just not fucking getting it.
The one-syllable word pushes Oikawa to the edge, "Tobio. Give. Her. The. Phone."
He doesn't waver, "Why should I?" He pushes, clearly aiming to irritate his former mentor.
The brown-haired boy paces, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Just give her the damned phone." He snaps, his patience dwindling even more.
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