The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Twenty-Three

Someone was knocking at the door as Oikawa finished washing the conditioner from his hair. The annoying laughing from the living room stopped and the door creaked open. He cut off the water, grabbing the towel to dry off.

"Tooru," his mother's high-pitched voice called.

"Just a minute." He tugged on his boxers, towel resting on the messy, brown locks.

He hurried down the short hallway to his mother, peering out the open door. "Who is it," he asked before catching sight of the argent hair.

He didn't say a word, pushing Suga back down the steps and forcing the door shut behind them, cutting off his mother's protest.

The snow was freezing against his wet bare feet as he yanked Suga around the side of the trailer. "What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?"

He couldn't help, but notice Suga's eyes slip down, skimming over his bare chest, drinking in the sight of the water pooling in the crevices of his abs and hollow above his hips, pausing briefly on the burn, landing finally on his boxers which were dotted with tiny space ships. Suga forced his eyes away when he felt Oikawa's gaze, pink tinting his cheeks.

"Professor Takeda gave it to me." He slipped off his coat as he spoke, forcing it around Oikawa's shoulders. "Shouldn't we go inside? You're freezing."

"You should have texted me first. I gave you my number weeks ago. What if I hadn't been here?" Oikawa refused to give into the violent shivering. He held Suga's coat closed around him, the towel still hiding his mess of hair.

"I ran into Hajime. He said you'd be here all day and that you don't answer your phone at home. Really, we should go inside before you get sick." Suga was beginning to shake in just his long sleeve.

"Dammit," Oikawa cursed, stalking over to the window and pulling the board away. "Come on. It's not much better, but the wind can't reach us." Suga stared at him, confused. "Hurry and climb in." The wind gusted again and that was all the motivation Suga needed to heft himself up over the window sill.

Oikawa followed quickly, landing on him when he didn't climb out of the way fats enough. He used on of the numerous dressers and the window sill to hold himself up while he slid the board back into place, then looked back down at Suga. The silver-haired man was staring up at him, face flushed and it only took Oikawa a moment to realize why. There wasn't much room in that area of the wreckage for one person, let alone two, yet they both fit because Oikawa was straddling Suga, knees on either side of his waist.

"I'm going to hate myself for this," was all he heard before hands closed on the open ends of the jacket, forcing him down into a kiss. He kissed back before he remembered where he was and who was home. Reluctantly, he pulled away and climbed off Suga, down to the clear space by the closet. Suga followed after a slight hesitation as Oikawa grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on.

The towel was gone and his hair fell annoyingly flat.

"Why is it still so cold in here?"

"Because we don't have electricity and that means no heat. We...we can't afford it," Oikawa responded, wrapping his arms around his knees as his huddled in the corner of the closet.

Suga's eyes scanned over the organized items of the closet, then over the chaotic mess surrounding them. "Is this your room?" Oikawa nodded. "Why do you live here? This is unhealthy. You don't even have a bed. Where do you sleep?"

"On the couch usually. Unless my mom has friends over, then it's here in the closest except when..." He stopped himself, biting his lip ring. "There's a bed somewhere under there. At least, there used to be."

"Why don't you move out?"

"All the flats are full." The same thing he'd told Iwaizumi. "I can't afford it."

"There's got to be somewhere you can go."

Oikawa shrugged. "I stay with Iwa some nights, but Yaku's been upset lately, so I'm backing off to give them time together." Other nights are spent at random people's houses, prostituting myself for my parents, he thought and returned to chewing the piercing.

"Why didn't you move into a flat at the beginning of the semester? Or, now? They're not all full. I'm alone in mine."

"How did you manage that?"

"My flatmates dropped their classes and moved out." Suga's phone rang inside his bag and he dug it out. "Hey, what's up?"

Oikawa leaned back against the wall while Suga talked. He was on edge. Only Iwaizumi had seen this side of him, seen where he lived and he'd seen it no more than three times.

It had been after they'd won a match back in junior high when the two had just started dating. Iwaizumi had been Oikawa's first boyfriend and they'd gone back to his house for dinner. The house had been cleaner then, the kitchen usable. They'd cuddled on the couch, sharing kisses when Oikawa wasn't getting up to check on the food he was frying.

Oikawa had found his spot on Iwaizumi's lap, deepening their kisses and rolling their crotches together for he knew little about relationships and more about sex. Iwaizumi had know nothing, letting Oikawa take the lead.

Oikawa's mom had walked in while he was leaving a trail of marks down Iwaizumi's collar bone.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She had snatched a panicked Oikawa up and drug him to the kitchen by his hair. Despite his screams, she'd emptied the hot pan from the stove and pressed the burning metal against the bare skin of his back. "You little whore. We get paid for you to do those things, but you were giving it away for free."

Iwaizumi had nearly broke her arm getting the pan away from her, burning his own in the process. She'd stormed out after, leaving him to scoop up the mess of food, tears streaming silently down his face.

Iwaizumi had helped him treat the burn and then he'd left. He'd only come back to the house twice to wake Oikawa before he'd gotten him a phone, then he'd waited for him and dropped him off at the entrance of the trailer park. They'd broke up shortly after.

"Tooru!" His mother's shrill call brought him back to the present.

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me. Get your ass out here." He winced, noticing Suga do the same. He'd hung up the phone. Oikawa stood.

"I'll be back in a minute." He handed Suga his jacket and climbed over the mess to get to the door. "Yes," he asked, reaching the kitchen.

"Your father will be back tomorrow night and he wants the house to himself."

"I'll find somewhere to go after work."

"Good. Now, make yourself scarce. I have friends coming over."

He nodded and slipped back into the room.

"Everything okay?" Suga, still sitting in the same spot, looked up at him with concern clear on his face.

"We need to go." Oikawa grabbed a shirt and jacket, slinging his bag up onto his shoulder and hurriedly pulling on shoes. "I'm assuming you have time to study since you're here. Let's get to it."