Fighting and yelling woke Oikawa the next morning and he groaned, rolling onto his side and opening his eyes only to come face to face with a rat. He screamed. Jolting up, he grabbed the closest thing and threw it at the creature who scuttled for cover under the clutter.
A pop sounded as the volleyball hit the shards of a broken mirror and he sighed, knocking his head on the wall. It rolled back to him, deflating. He would ask Iwaizumi to fix it later. Turning on his phone, he stood and dressed, then reached down to hit the power on the lantern. It dimmed off.
Stuffing the ball and his phone in his bag, he climbed over the wreckage to the main part of the house and slipped inside the repulsive bathroom, watching more roaches scatter. He ran water through his hair, surprised they had any, and dried it, watching it fall flat against his head.
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, expecting it to be Iwaizumi saying that he was there, but it was an unknown number with a simple two-word message. A name: Sugawara Koushi.
A grin stretched across his face.
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The Best Damn Thing
FanfictionOikawa Tooru is perfect. At least, that's what everyone thinks. His entire life has been spent hiding behind the show he puts on. Only Iwaizumi knows where he comes from. Until Sugawara Koushi came along. From the moment they met, Oikawa has been...
