Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Two;; Gluttony||MatsukawaxIwaizumi|Hanamaki

    The wind chilled Oikawa as he exited the crowded establishment. It was quiet outside, a fact he appreciated after spending an hour and a half shouting over the other patrons in the restaurant. He jogged ahead of the three males he was spending the night with. Once he was beyond the cluttered mess of buildings that lined the large street and within the spacious confines of a park, he outstretched his hands to the sky above. He twirled on the spot twice before collapsing onto the grassy field. A lone car blitzed down the street, screeching as it turned a corner. Oikawa shot a glare toward it, but it was already long gone. In its place stood his companions, each scowling at his irritated stare.

    “What the hell is wrong with you, Shittykawa?”

    “Nothing, Iwa-chan. People just don't know how to take things slow and enjoy life,” Oikawa sighed, eyes drifting to the stars once more.

    He pat the ground next to him absentmindedly. The moon was full, shining through the thin layer of clouds that tried to hide its luminosity. Oikawa could spend the whole night stargazing; it had always been his favourite pastime. He felt the air around him shift as Iwaizumi walked up, choosing to hover behind him rather than sit. It earned him a small pout from the setter as his chocolate eyes scanned across his face. Iwaizumi turned away from his inquisitive stare, a slight blush gracing his cheeks.

    Matsukawa and Hanamaki walked into the park, dawdling as they dragged their feet and groaned aloud. Upon seeing Oikawa’s attention turning to them, they began to murmur amongst themselves. Makki raised his hand to cover his mouth as he leaned into his friend, words dripping off his tongue as he explained his idea. Mattsun’s widened eyes didn't go unnoticed by Oikawa, whose own gaze followed them like a hawk as they crossed the manicured lawn to reunite with the pair. They continued to speak in hushed tones, frequent smirks and sniggers cutting the continuous flow of chatter. Oikawa’s interest was piqued.

    “What are you two whispering about?” Oikawa asked in a nonchalant tone, though his face betrayed his curiosity.

    “Oh, it doesn't matter.” Hanamaki grinned as he sat down across from Oikawa.

    “We're just hungry,” Matsukawa drawled as he took his place next to the setter, sending a quick wink to Makki.

    “Hungry? You just ate!” Iwaizumi frowned down at them.

    “Well, you see, we're hungry for something else.”

    “Hungry for a new experience.”

    “For an experiment, really.”

    “More like an adventure.”

    Oikawa frowned, “What the heck are you two going on about?”

    Makki and Mattsun flashed a grin at each before speaking in unison, “Sex.”

    Iwaizumi began to cough, choking on words as he spat, “What the fu-”

    “But not just any sex-”

    “-a foursome-”

    “-with our two favourite people-”

    “Iwaizumi-san and Oikawa-san.”

    “What?!” Oikawa gasped as he backed up from the men, slamming into Iwaizumi's legs. “Can you believe them? The audacity! Let's go, Iwa-chan."