Chapter Twenty

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Beep, beep, beep.

"Turn it off."

Beep, beep.

"Shittykawa, I told you to turn it off."

A hand pushed him and he was falling until his face hit the layer of carpet over cement and he groaned. His hand fished in his pocket for his phone, hitting the snooze when he found it and drifting to sleep for five more minutes until the beeping returned. The slap echoed and Oikawa groaned again, opening his eyes when the beeping stopped for good.

"My head is pounding," he complained, pulling himself to sit up.

"Well, you were trashed last night. You made out with Kuroo and I had to stop you from going further."

"I made out with...Seriously? I wish I could remember that. I bet Tetsu is great at it!" Iwaizumi's balled up shirt hit him in the face.

"You can't tell anyone. Kenma is already upset with him and I don't want to deal with a depressed cat."

"I know, I know. I just don't know how this happened, Iwa. I'm so careful about what I drink." He leaned his head on the bed.

"I'll put on some coffee, but you should probably skip class today." At the door, he paused. "Who were you with last night? I don't know of anyone who could make you go drinking with those two."

Their eyes met and his voice was uncharacteristically solemn. "You don't want to know her, Hajime."

A nod was all his best friend could offer at the use of his real name before slipping out of the room.

It was only a moment before he heard, "Kuroo Tetsurou if you so much as think about touching that beer, I'll kick your ass!"

"It'll ease the hangover, Hajime, and stop yelling," he groaned.

"It won't ease the hangover, just mask it. If you still want to drink that beer, I'll tell Kenma about last night."

"Kenma knows that I go  drinking. It's nothing new."

"He doesn't know how close you came to cheating on him and sleeping with Crappykawa."

Oikawa slipped into the bathroom and locked the door to avoid Kuroo's freak out, turning the water on. Steam fogged the glass of the mirror before he had stepped in and the burning water pricked his skin, turning it a bright red. He hissed when the water hit the burn mark on the lower left of his stomach.

Iwaizumi hadn't seen it yet to freak out about it. He already wouldn't like Mei if her were to ever meet her and this would only have him demanding to know where she lived so that he could do who-knows-what.

"Oi, Crappykawa, hurry up! I need to shower before the owl wakes up." Iwaizumi pounded on the door. "There better be hot water left."

"Perfection takes time, Iwa."

"I could at least brush my teeth while you shower." The knob jiggled. "What are you hiding? Why is the door locked?"

"Myself from Kuroo," he panicked. "I didn't know how he'd react to what happened last night."

"He's in his room, calling Kenma. Now, open the door."

"Can't. Soap in eyes." He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, sucking in a breath when the soap slid over the burn. "Shit, that burns."

"You're insufferable, Trashykawa. Are you going to let me treat it?"

"Treat what?"

"Whatever you're hiding from me? Is your dad back again?"

"He's not back yet." Oikawa tilted his head back, rinsing out the conditioner. "There's nothing to treat, Iwa. Don't worry."

"You saying that, makes me worry. Just tell me what it is."

Oikawa shut the water off and dried his hair, wrapping the towel around his waist. He pulled it up above the mark and opened the door.

Iwaizumi pushed him back and pulled the door shut behind them. "Cut the crap and show me, Oikawa."

He paused on his snarky comeback and lowered his eyes from Iwaizumi, letting the towel dip slightly.

"It was that girl. The one you won't tell me about." It wasn't a question.

"Yes," he answered anyway. He sat on the edge of the tub and Iwaizumi knelt in front of him with the first aid. "Why do you still live there?"

"I can't afford a flat."

"That's just it. You could. What you put out in rent, alcohol, and cigarettes is enough to afford your part of a flat."

"It's not like it matters. They're all full."

"Next semester. Promise me you'll move out next semester."

"I promise."

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