why'd you only call me when you're high

arabella

oikawa was easily noticeable when he entered the room. he was a picture of perfection, wearing an outfit of questionable style but making it look like it was worth more than anything in the room.

it was dimly lit, smelled like smoke and alcohol and full of people getting drunk. it wasn't particularly loud, but not quiet either. who's house it was iwaizumi didn't know. matsukawa had dragged him along, and all he knew was that akaashi would be there, and now, that there was a brunet who exceeded even that expectation.

iwaizumi knew there was something about him the moment he laid eyes on him. a presence, an atmosphere, a feeling he couldn't resist. he turned heads just by being there. he was captivating, not necessarily effortless — there was effort in that appearance — but you could see that he didn't have to work hard. and if he did, he didn't mind doing so.

he walked up to matsukawa, and picked up what looked like a blunt, as if he owned the place. he stuck it between his lips, leaned forwards and invited matsukawa to light it for him. he did, and oikawa grinned at him.

iwaizumi watched him closely.

oikawa looked around the room, breathing out slowly. his eyes fell on iwaizumi. and he grinned. iwaizumi felt like a deer in headlights, as if he were prey that had been running, finally cornered by something much more large and dangerous.

he sauntered over, hips swinging in a way that should be illegal. iwaizumi looked back at him with an expression of steel, seemingly unaffected — but god, that stride was hypnotic. normally, ridiculous, maybe. but now, hypnotic.

he sat down on the arm rest of iwaizumi's chair, taking another hit and breathing the smoke out after.

"and who may you be?" he asked, voice low with a sultry hint to it.

"name's iwaizumi," he replied, looking up at the brunet. "yours?"

"oikawa," he lightly smirked, running a hand through his brown locks. "iwaizumi, hmm? that's a nice name."

"yours too," he said, sitting back, relaxing his arms.

akaashi glanced at iwaizumi. iwaizumi remembered the times he had hooked up with the beautiful ravenet — but no, he was nothing compared to oikawa in iwaizumi's eyes. not in beauty, and not in personality. not for what he knew so far. when he met akaashi, it took a while before they got to this stage, flirting outright. when they met, he liked him. he just met oikawa, and he was already one-hundred percent convinced that they would be leaving together.

"what brings a guy like you here?" oikawa asked, pouting slightly, placing his arm around iwaizumi's shoulder. he wad teasing him. he was exaggerating and whilst it repulsed iwaizumi, he had never wanted anyone to act so lewdly in his presence before.

"my idiot friend, actually," iwaizumi shrugged. "didn't wanna go. originally."

"poor boy," oikawa replied, pouting for real now. he held the blunt in front of him. "want some?"

iwaizumi glanced up at him. "i don't smoke."

"me neither. but i make an exception for some fun," oikawa winked. he leaned close to his ear. "it's supposed to stimulate physical activities, too." his breath was hot on his neck. a shiver shot up his spine. oikawa held the blunt up in front of him, moving back but not far enough for iwaizumi to no longer be able to feel his heat.

iwaizumi slowly took the blunt, bringing it to his lips. he breathed it in, the smell disgusting, the feeling burning in his throat, but he didn't care. the way oikawa looked at him with half-lidded eyes was enough to erase that.

as iwaizumi exhaled, oikawa watched closely.

the ravenet held the blunt up for him, the brunet accepting it, bringing it up to his lips.