The Interview ll Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Day 3

“ARRRRGGGH! I can’t sleep!” You screamed as you fall in your bed. A smirked face kept popping in your mind as you think of falling asleep causing you to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

‘Opps. Nii-chan is right down my own room.’

A dashing noise was heard incoming to your room. A rather big footed one. You instinctively picked up the baseball bat under your bed and began to walk softly as you can near the door; taking an offensive stance to subdue whoever was going into your room.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Startled at the loud cracked voice that opened harshly your door, you swung the baseball bat as hard as you can and hit whoever that person standing in the middle of the door.

“O-ouch. My-my.. Stomach.. I’m going.. to die..”

A rather familiar voice was heard you immediately opened the switch of the light. With wide eyes, you let go of the hard, silver thing in your hands and helped the person to get up. It was your own brother lying on the floor, looking like his pale soul was coming out of his body through his mouth.

“Tobioooooooo!” You screamed in his ear, making his whole body jolt in surprise.

After that incident, you went to the kitchen to get water for your brother who was still clearly shocked at what happened to him. Of course, he’s still shocked. Who wouldn’t? I mean, you heard a loud thud in the upper side of the house which was particularly, your own sisters’ bedroom, you rushed to her aid thinking that she was kidnapped or something and she suddenly hits you with a hard baseball bat right into your stomach. Now tell me, who wouldn’t be surprised?

Holding two glasses of water in your two hands, you placed one of them in the ground and opened the door. You picked the water again and made your brother close it. He grabbed the water in your hand and drank it like he never tasted water for a whole month. After drinking it, he laid in the corner of your bed and talked to you.

“I thought, you were kidnapped, Miyaki.”

“Nii-chan, do you think the kidnapper will still survive after a hard hit like that on the stomach? I’m surprised you’re still alive though.” You said to him with a poker faced one.

He sweatdropped at you as a response.

“You know, you’re still younger than me. Can’t you give me a bit of respect? I’m your big brother after all.”

“You’re only 5.987456 seconds older than me. I’m still your twin even though I call you ‘nii-chan’.”

He laughed. This face was only showed to you when you’re with your brother; a gentle side of him. Since you were kids, you two were inseparable. Even learning volleyball as a kid, you also took the lesson. Cuts and bruises were the things you get when you started volleyball. Yes, you also played volleyball in your elementary and middle school, getting the title as the ace of the team. Something changed when you graduated so you swore that you will never hold a ball again. Setting that dark past behind, you laughed as he told you the situation of their own volleyball club. There was this insane speed decoy that was able to hit the ball with his eyes closed. You even giggled when you imagined that your twin was angry when teaching the decoy boy in their club. You two talked the night away as he told you that he will sleep in his room again.

“Good night, Miyaki. See you in the morning.” He ruffled your hair and walked away to his own room.

Closing the door, you totally forgot to tell him that you can’t sleep because of that freaking interview you had to do.

Morning came and you walked out of your room like a zombie. Dark circles were visible under your eyes and the fact that you walk with your back slouching really made you look like a zombie. You made your way downstairs and found your brother eating breakfast so fast. He looked at you when chewing his food, surprised at what you look and choked. Your mother scolded him for eating so fast and gave him a glass of water.

“Don’t ask.” You told him as you sat in the chair beside him.

He covered his mouth to hide his laugh that made you irritated and earned a slap from the back of the head from you, bursting the cereal in his mouth.