"Tooru," he heard before he could slip out the door and he turned to face his mother lounging on the couch in hardly any clothes, another new bruise forming on her hip.
"Y-yes?"
A girl moaned his father's name in the bedroom and Oikawa could tell she was young, probably his age. His father had a thing for girls in their twenties.
"Pick your mother up something nice on your way home. I deserve it." She shook a cigarette out of the carton and held it out to him. He grabbed the lighter from the top of the T.V. and held the flame to the end. In a rare display of affection, she held another cigarette out to him and he accepted, lighting the end and taking a long drag to please her.
"Yes, mom," he said, finally escaping out the door. He hated cigarettes for the foul taste they left in his mouth, but more importantly for the red marks they left on his skin.
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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...
