Savage (An Oikawa Story)

Tsukishima

Edited June 25th, 2020

Word Count: 1996

A/N: lol I'm listening to EXO rn

Your POV

"Tooru it's fine, we don't have to go-"

"Nonsense!" Tooru protests, leaping into the passenger seat. His enthusiasm is somewhat concerning, but he's a natural drama queen so I really shouldn't be surprised. "It's time to get revenge on this Tsukishima dude."

With a sigh, I climb into the backseat. Iwaizumi follows moments after. I give him a quizzical look, to which he shrugs and says, "You and I both know he needs adult supervision. We'll cover more ground with the two of us." He has a point.

Once all of us are safely buckled up and ready to depart, Aika pulls out of the parking lot. She and Tooru begin discussing some volleyball anime while Iwaizumi and I sit in awkward silence.

"There's a guy who looks like Iwa-chan in that anime Haiku, I swear!" Tooru says.

"The bodybuilder, right?" Aika replies. "I ship him and his flat best friend."

The longer their conversation drags on, the more inclined I feel to say something to Iwaizumi. Eventually I come up with, "Tooru doesn't deserve you." Iwaizumi responds with a rueful smile.

"Seems like it's the other way around," he admits. "Ever since you became a part of his life, that idiot has been less idiotic."

"Less idiotic how?"

"He isn't straining himself as much, even though Kageyama's legacy grows every day. Kageyama was our former teammate." Iwaizumi explains, much to my surprise. Tooru coming home drenched in sweat is his version of taking it easy? As if hearing my thoughts, Iwaizumi says, "The dumbass still works extremely hard, but he seems happier... more self aware. It's like he finally understands that there is more to life than volleyball."

I raise an eyebrow. "What could he possibly choose over volleyball?"

Before Iwaizumi can respond, he's rudely interrupted... Aika. "Ay, Y/N!" She shouts from the front seat. "How do you know this Tsukishima guy anyways? Tooru filled me in on the basics, but we want to know the steaming hot tea."

Tooru twists around in his seat to face me. "Yeah, Y/N! We want the details and retails."

"Huh?" Iwaizumi and I ask in unison, thoroughly confused.

"Ugh, boomers." Aika groans, exchanging a look with Tooru.

"Imagine not understanding the art of rhymes in relation to humor!" Tooru replies haughtily. I catch him smirking at her, and unease fills my chest. I guess it's nice to know that he has non terrible fangirls, but I suddenly feel... replaced.

A need for his attention compels me to speak up. "Tsukishima and I met at art camp two summers ago, actually. Best two weeks of my life." I gush, eyes trained on Tooru, waiting to gauge his reaction. "Tsukishima and I really clicked, being the only introverts in a room full of extroverted art hoes. We kept in touch after that and became official some time later, but he dumped me because - well, you know why."

I sound like a bitch, and I'm acting like one. Out of those four sentences, only the first was true- we did meet at art camp two summers ago- but the other three were lies, carefully crafted to fulfill a certain, manipulative purpose.

'Best two weeks of my life?'. Ignite jealousy, duh. Looks like it worked- Tooru's ears are red, his posture has stiffened, and he's no longer looking my way. I know he doesn't feel jealous in a romantic sense, but I've knocked him down a peg. Now he thinks he's not so special, when in reality,