Oikawa fixed his hair in Suga's car, complaining about the rickety, rear-view mirror making it difficult until Suga silenced him with a, "if you're not going to pay to fix it, don't complain."
Suga lived in the same residential area as Iwaizumi, but on the other end. His flat had chairs set up on the small lawn and a small garden area.
Inside was as nice as Oikawa had expected. Nothing was out of place and even as they came in now, Suga hung his coat on a rack and put his shoes in a bin by the door. Oikawa followed suit and relaxed into the warmth of the place.
"I don't get why your hair had to be styled just to come here. I already know those cowlicks aren't natural," Suga mused, dropping his bag on the table.
"Don't be jealous of my hair for getting my attention instead."
"What makes you think I want your attention?"
"Who wouldn't?"
"I'm certain it turns people away when they see where you're from."
Oikawa fell silent, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What?" Suga had noticed the shift in confidence.
"Besides Iwaizumi, you're the only person who's ever seen my house. I don't let people see that side of me."
Suga laid a hand on Oikawa's shoulder. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." He smiled, warm and sincere. "Let's get to work."
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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...
