ultraviolence

twenty-eight

song tip: mansae - seventeen

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"iwaizumi!" takara called. "come help shouhei and your dad with tooru's stuff!"

"oh, i can get th—"

"don't worry about it," iwaizumi smiled as he got up. "we've got it."

"and now i've got you," masuyo smirked. "let's go check out the garden."

"bu—"

"c'mon oikawa, trust me on this one," she ordered, standing up. oikawa sighed and followed her out of the back door.

"it's a nice garden," he admitted. it was mostly greenery, but it had a magical feel to it.

"who gives a fuck about the garden," she scoffed. "now spill."

"excuse me?"

"you two're hiding shit from me. and i wanna know what," she said firmly, crossing her arms. "i'm good with analyzing people. you probably are too. i wanna know who you really are, where you're really from."

"what, can't i be friends wth his colleague?"

"you don't like older people. not anymore. i bet they were interesting before though," she replied, looking up at him. "who are you really?"

"oikawa tooru." he bit his lip. "i may not have met iwaizumi that way, but tonight, that's our story, and you'd better keep to it."

"if you tell me your real one, i will," she retorted. oikawa looked around him helplessly, praying that iwaizumi would come save him. but he didn't appear.

"he was my teacher."

"no shit, sherlock. continue."

"and, well, i got transferred. by my boyfriend." he looked up at the sky. "who abused me."

"wait— abused you?"

"yeah. i'm still sort of together with him, but iwa-chan's 'really' my boyfriend. it's complicated. but i can't bring myself to break up with him."

"what'd he do?"

"i don't want to talk about him."

"c'mon. it's healthy," she encouraged. "you have the power to raise awareness."

oikawa bit his lip. "he hit me. and raped me. and basically completely monopolized me. the first time i ran away, i went to hajime, since he may have known what to do. and i stayed with him for a while. until he found me again and in order to protect iwaizumi, i went back to him."

"you've gotta break up with him," she said firmly. "he's not good for you. and my brother adores you."

"he does not," oikawa blushed.

"oh, please. he's crazy about you. he treats you like a god." she grinned at him. "you should give yourself some credit. you got abused, went through all that shit with someone you really loved, and you're still here fighting for your happiness. that's remarkable."

"is it, though?" oikawa sighed. "i still love him, even after he did that."

"let me guess, first love? he's older, right? you like the independence?"

"how do you know so much?"

"i'm just guessing and deducing. it's pretty much my best talent," she shrugged. "you're gonna regret going back to him. you fell for iwaizumi. he fell for you. don't waste your time with some bastard who might hurt you."

"what if he never does it again, though?"

"then you'll regret not choosing the one you love."

-

oikawa and masuyo went back inside when it was time for dinner. honestly, masuyo's blunt approach was refreshing. he had enjoyed talking to her.

dinner was amazing. takara was an amazing cook, and had her own small japenese twists to the western dishes which only made them even more spectacular.

"so, oikawa," his father, hiroto, asked, "are you planning to go to college?"

"definitely," oikawa nodded. "i want to go into either medicine or astronomy and physics. i find sciences interesting."

"not literature?" takara asked.

"not as much," he admitted. "i prefer something that i can prove with facts over big chunks of text."

"he's obsessed with space, anyway," iwaizumi added. "he will not stop talking once he starts."

"you just won't appreciate the beauty of nebulae," oikawa pouted. "it's such a shame!"

"mom, subject change?"

"fine, fine," she chuckled. "so, oikawa, not to intrude, but you like men, i presume?"

"yep," oikawa smiled. "i'm gay."

"ah, just like hajime." iwaizumi nodded as he swallowed another bite.

"really? we all thought you were bi," oikawa said, glancing at him.

"who?"

"me, bokuto, kuroo, suga. after the whole business, remember?"

"ohh, yeah," iwaizumi laughed. "nah, i'm
just into guys. i don't see what's attractive about girls. no offense."

"none taken," masuyo replied. "incest is not the answer."

"masuyo, why are you this way," shouhei groaned.

"why are you not?"

"now is not the time to question the universe," iwaizumi laughed. "shut up and eat your chicken."

-

they played some board games after dessert, oikawa basically part of the family already. iwaizumi and shouhei were clearing up, whilst takara and masuyo took the pleasure of bombarding oikawa with pictures of baby iwaizumi.

"this was hajime when he was four, and we had shouhei. he used to get bruised all the time!" takara laughed. "and here masuyo was just born. he looks so angry! luckily he smiles more now."

"it's kind of creepy," masuyo interrupted.

"oh, and here he's five, taking a bath with sh—"

"mom!" iwaizumi exclaimed, running in to the living room. "you can't show him that!"

"oh, please, he's bound to see you naked sooner or later." iwaizumi and oikawa both flushed bright red at the comment, masuyo smirking slyly.

"if they haven't already."

"that's beside the point," iwaizumi retorted. "you can't show him pictures of me as a naked five-year-old. not cool."

"oh! here's a similar one from when he was ei—" iwaizumi swiftly snatched the photo album out of her hands.

"tooru, time for bed," he said firmly, closing it and tucking it under his arm.

"demanding," masuyo grinned.

"shut up," he groaned. "that's not what i meant. we're not gonna do anything with you one room over."

"you can try to resist me, iwa-chan," oikawa laughed as he got up, linking his arm through his. "it never works."

"tooru!"

"sorry, sorry, you just look really funny when you're flustered," he laughed. "c'mon, let's go, i'm tired." the couple exited the room, iwaizumi grumbling about an 'invasion of privacy', as he had dubbed it.

"he really fell for him, didn't he?" takara remarked.

"yup," masuyo agreed. "you reckon they did the do?"

"oh, definitely."

-

*remembers this exists*