A funeral.
Different people dressed in black wearing grim expressions as they eyed the closed casket that held the body of Oikawa Tooru. Most were crying, others were trying not to cry at how the most charming and bright individual they had ever met could take his own life. Only a handful of the mourning knew why he had done it.
You stood in the back of the church as the priest went on about how tragic it was to loose a soul like this – and it was, but that wasn’t the point. You stared down at the floor, fumbling with your fingers and unable to look anyone in the eye let alone the casket that held the body of the man who loved you more than life itself. You closed your eyes, the memories still fresh in your mind.
“_____-chaaaaan~!” Oikawa whined, throwing his arms over your shoulders playfully.
“Tooooru!” You responded, mocking his childish tone with a grin spread across your face. Oikawa pouted at this but nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your supple skin lightly. It almost made you shiver but you resisted the involuntary urge to do so. The two of you were very close friends so you often spent time alone together like this. You always told others that he was practically family yet you seemed to miss how his face would contort into what could only be described as both disappointment and annoyance. Looking back on it now you should have known better.
“_____-chan, I have to–” He hiccuped mid-sentence but quickly collected himself and resumed, “- To tell you somethin’…”
“Oh yeah?” You questioned, amused as you leaned forward and poured yourself a glass of Whiskey. He had much more to drink than you so seeing him drunk like this usually proved to be rather amusing.
“Hmhm…” He hummed, dragging his arms that were draped against your neck down to your back, pulling you into an awkward side hug.
“You’re drunk, Tooru!” You laughed, pressing the glass against your lips as you took small sips of the alcoholic drink- it burned your throat but you didn't mind. Oikawa stared at your lips for a few moments before he eventually met his eyes with yours. You would have thought he looked serious if his cheeks weren’t flushed and his eyes weren't glazed over. “Definitely drunk.” You conclude.
“O-Oi. Listen ta me, _____-chan.” He slurs, trying his best to be serious.
“I’m listening.” You tell him with a sly smile on your lips as you continue to drink from your glass. What will he tell you this time? Another one of his drunken stories that always seemed to make everyone laugh?
“I love you, _____-chan.” He admits, his gaze on you not nearly as cloudy as it was previously. Almost as if he sobered up just to tell you that but you knew better. Your eyes widen slightly as you stare at him in disbelief. “I’ve always loved you. Even since high school- no, even before that. Ever since I met you I knew I was madly in love with you."
You purse your lips in thought. Was this a joke? “You’re drunk.” You say, dismissing his confession.
“I’m not!” He insists, telling you louder and more forceful then he intends as he grips your shoulders to get your attention.
“Ah!” You gasp as your drink spills from your glass due to the brunette’s abrupt movements. “Tooru! You made me spill my drink!” You complain, setting down the glass on the coffee table in front of you. Oikawa frowns when you continue to ignore him. You sigh and shrug him off of you and looked around for something to wipe the alcohol from your chest before it had the chance to stain your shirt.
Suddenly Oikawa grabbed your arm, jerking you back down to the couch. His other arm snaked its way around your waist as he held onto you tightly. “I’m trying to be serious here, damn it! Don’t just take my confession as a joke! ‘M being serious!” He growls, the heavy stench of alcohol evident on his breath. You stare at him, dumbfounded that he was doing this seemingly out of the blue. Or were you just so blind to your best friend's feelings?
