one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Sunshine

(A/N) yeah so I don't know how this happened it just kinda did. There's something depressing but it's like sorta necessary in the plot to add the emphasis on the relationship (I'm sorry IwaOi people don't find and kill me I love IwaOi too). MommaSuga hope you enjoy(since, y'know, you requested it)

No matter where in the world Oikawa was sitting, he hunched forward with his chin resting on crosses arms. Whether he was sitting at desk, someone's bar, else's club, or even at his kitchen table in his house, he always plopped down silently, and stared off in a comatose.

Ever since Hajime died, he just didn't try. His smiles just stopped, his laughing was scarce and scratchy, and more mocking than anything else. Ever since Hajime died, Oikawa couldn't eat a lot of things, do a lot of things, say a lot of things, because they reminded him of Hajime. The only thing that typically occupied his mind, and, irrefutably, his heart.

Yet, his clouds were blown away one calm night where the club was slow, and the only girls working were his bartender and Sakura, the girl who's hip definitely did not lie.

Oikawa experienced first hand when she was "interviewed."

Since then, she's brought in the most out of all of his girls.

However, he did not watched her languid swaying, spinning, or dancing. He slouched in his chair at the bar, with his arms crossed on the table, and his chin resting on them.

"Y'know, Oikawa, you've turned into quite the fucking bum." grumbled Gina as she scrubbed the table, getting each little spec.

"Shaddup, you moron, you're talking to your boss." Oikawa said, tuning back into this world, and followed Gina with his eyes.

"So? You know it's true." She said, untying her waitress smock (is that what one would call it? oops I don't care) and tossing it onto his head. "You maybe should've opened a gay strip club, maybe you'd enjoy it a little more." She huffed.

Oikawa just grumbled in response, dragging the black half-apron off his head.

"I'm going to the bath room, don't serve any minors while I'm gone. Last time, we almost caught a lawsuit." She stepped out from behind the counter, walking away, her voluptuous curves emphasized in her sashay. He opened up to her.

"Fuck you, G-Chan! Suck a dick!" His voice raised as he called after her. "And choke on it!" He shook his fist, which held onto her apron. "Dammit..." He muttered, shaking his head and turning back to return to his default position.

The only reason he hadn't fired her was because he loved her. In a totally platonic, 'you look like a girl Iwa-chan but like a little sister so no' kind of way.

She always was insulting him and telling him what to do, when he owned the damn place and he paid her. Yet, she had no qualms about putting the egotistical ass he had become into place.

She, so far, had been the only thing that kept him going.

"UuuwaaaAaaHh!"

Oikawa looked to the left of himself slowly, at the declining ramp that led to the main floor. The neon lights around the stages flashed against the boys face.

"What the hell...?" Oikawa immediately jerked his head up, his posture becoming stick straight.

There was a little kid in his fucking strip club? That was just asking for a lawsuit.

Oikawa pushed himself up by his palms, his face twisting in annoyance, and he staggered away from the bar after tripping over his metallic stool. "Son of a bitch..."